28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jason
I shifted on in the recliner in the corner of the room, watching as Maya choked on Marcos’s cock. He hadn’t punished her yet tonight, for her transgressions, even though Nico and I had already.
Marcos would, but he liked to handle things differently with Maya.
Where I was more strict and harder on her and Nico was more loving and gentler, Marcos ventured somewhere else on the scale. His creative punishments often ventured into a psychological torture that even unnerved me.
His methods often worked, though. I thought it was Marcos’s methods that lasted the longest with Maya. It was rare if she repeated the same mistake after a punishment, but if Marcos really trapped Maya into a punishment, it was guaranteed she wouldn’t repeat it.
It was why we didn’t need many rules for her. It was also why, we rarely needed to punish her at all. Instead, we preferred to play primal games with her, making her run through forests naked while we chased her.
We had a wild sex life and we loved every minute of it.
The sounds of Maya choking on Marcos’s dick was making my own cock hard again. She always made me so hard.
She wouldn’t come tonight; we would make sure of it—despite her moans as she choked on Marcos’s dick.
“Time to say ‘night-night’,” Marcos crooned darkly, his voice melodic as he pulled a syringe from the back pocket of his jeans that were still bunched around his thighs.
Even from across the room, I saw the moment Maya realized what Marcos meant. Her whole body froze, tensing up. With her mouth still around Marcos’s cock, he took advantage of her startled state and gripped her by the hair, shoving his cock further down her throat.
She immediately sputtered and gagged, slapping at his thighs, trying to push him away. He held her tighter and brought the cap covered syringe up to his mouth. He bit off the cap, before he brought the syringe down to her neck .
Maya struggled against him, now using both hands to try to push him away. It was no use though; Marcos had already stuck the needle into her neck and pressed the plunger. Her struggles grew weak as the sedative kicked in.
Only when her hands slid off his body, did Marcos pull his cock out of her mouth.
“Please,” she murmured, as Marcos slowly and gently pulled her body backwards, so she fell languidly against the mattress with her head on the pillows.
There was a moment of silence as the three of us watched as her eyelids flutter closed and breathing evened out. When Marcos started pulling up his jeans and tucking his dick away, Nic spoke up from where he sat in the window seat. “What’s your plan?”
Marcos looked up from Maya, a slight smirk on his face. “We’re gonna tie her up in the woods out back.”
I grinned wickedly. My brother was as psychotic as they came, even if he kept it under wraps.
“It’s sixty degrees outside,” Nic said, rubbing his knuckles over his trim blond beard.
“She’ll be fine.” Marcos shrugged a shoulder and picked up his shirt from the floor.
I got up from the recliner and headed into the walk-in closet. We would need ropes and blankets. Maybe even the whip. Marcos still hadn’t spanked her for her lack of judgement. She would learn, though, the hard way.
Twenty minutes later, we had Maya wrapped in thick blankets as we trudged through the deep forest that surrounded our rental house.
One day, I hoped we had the money to buy the house from the owner.
The unincorporated lot had everything we had wanted and the forest surrounding it kept prying eyes away.
Nico carried a sedated Maya, almost reverently, as we followed Marcos to the spot he had picked out. He must have had this idea for a while, because when we got to a small clearing, there was already a fire ring made from small boulders and a heavy tarp laid over a mound of fire wood.
“Boy scout much?” I taunted my brother.
Marcos looked over at me and smirked. “Don’t be jealous.”
I just shook my head as I took in the rest of the clearing.
Three large logs were standing on their ends, set up as stools around the firepit.
There was another tarp tied down over a stack of chopped wood, stacked and ready for burning, with a pile of kindling next to it.
The man had even made a make-shift table out of a large log that he’d cut to waist height and nailed a four-foot by four-foot sheet of plywood on top.
He had literally thought of everything.
Marcos pulled off the backpack he had slung over his shoulder and set it on the table .
I walked over with my own bag that contained the ropes we would use and set it down. “What tree are you using?”
Marcos pointed to a thick limb of a nearby maple tree. The tree itself was almost three feet around. It was old and thick and the limb Marcos had pointed to was almost a foot in diameter itself and some forty feet in the air. “We might not have enough rope,” I commented.
Marcos shrugged, seemingly unbothered as he reached for my pack and started pulling out heavy bundles of rope.
Nico continued to hold Maya bridal style against him.
The three of us had opted to not put sweatshirts on over our T-shirts.
If our girl was going to be utterly naked in the cold, we wouldn’t be warm either.
We needed to be able to gauge the cold on our skin ourselves, in order to keep this safe for her.
We might be borderline psychopaths, but we had heavily negotiated our scenes far in advance.
This particular scene we were about to play out, Maya had whispered to us in the dark one night.
She’d been black out drunk after a club party and hadn’t remembered it the next day.
The three of us had each questioned her about what she remembered in the days that followed… and she never admitted it.
This was dubious consent at best.
We would have to watch her carefully when we roused her, make sure she was truly on board before we moved forward .
“Start a fire,” Marcos said and headed for the maple tree with a bundle of rope.
Ten minutes later, a healthy fire roared in the pit and Nico was setting Maya down on the ground. He opened the blanket that was bundled around her and Marcos kneeled down next to her, getting to work with the Shibari ropes.
I helped hold Maya up and position her for Marcos, while he wrapped the ropes around her chest and arms. We positioned her arms so she was holding each elbow behind her back and Marcos looped the rope around her chest and arms, creating a harness we would suspend her by.
After Marcos had her upper body tied up in an intricate design of knots and loops, he moved onto her legs. He wrapped the rope around her upper thighs, and over her hips, but leaving plenty of room to spread her wide open and access to spank that glorious ass.
He bent her knees and tied her ankles up at her thighs, before he made another harness around her hips that he would also use to suspend her with.
A few moments later, using heavy carabiners, we tossed two ropes over the limb and quickly attached them to the harnesses.
Once Maya was fully suspended and the ropes tied off to the trunk of the tree to hold her in place, we both stepped back to admire Marcos’s handiwork. “Goddamn,” I breathed, taking in Maya’s naked body .
She was not a skinny woman; she was thick in all the best places.
Her heavy tits swung down, resting against her face, as her head lolled listlessly.
The rolls on her belly were only accentuated by the rope harnesses and her thighs bulged between the ropes weaving up her thighs.
She was an utter work of art and my dick had never been harder in my life.
Nico pulled out his phone and started snapping photos as she spun slowly.
The fire light danced on her creamy flesh, highlighting all her beauty.
“Bro, you had a good idea about piercing her tits. Fuck me,” Nic groaned and stepped closer to Maya, reaching out and squeezing one heavy breast. The rope harness had spun in between, above, and below her tits, forcing them up and out from her body—forcing more blood into them, making them plumper.
“These would look amazing with a weighted chain hanging between them.”
I grunted in approval. We would need to see to that ASAP.
Marcos reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of smelling salts. He broke one open and shoved it under Maya’s nose. “Wakey, wakey,” he crooned, as she sputtered into consciousness. “Welcome back, whore.”
Maya gasped as true consciousness settled into her. Her head snapped up and she frantically looked around the clearing. Nic and I stood back, our backs to the fire, warming ourselves. She most likely could only see our silhouettes in dark night with the light at our back .
Marcos stood in front of her face and Maya stopped her struggling when her eyes landed on him.
Marcos’s fingers laced through Maya’s hair at the base of her skull, using her ponytail and pulling, he yanked her head back roughly so she was forced to stare up into his eyes.
“I will ask you one time, and one time only,” Marcos’s voice was a deep gravelly sound that almost sounded animalistic in nature. “Do you need your safe word?”
Even from thirty feet away, I could see the goosebumps spread across Maya’s skin as a shiver went down her spine. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes wide, before she shook her head briefly. Her lips curved as she let out a quiet, “No, sir.”
Marcos chuckled darkly pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket. He wrapped it around her eyes, blindfolding her, and tied it tight behind her head.
Maya’s chest heaved as she panted harshly.
I had to adjust my cock in my pants. It throbbed; I’d never been so hard in my life. Our girl was fucking breathtaking. I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into her hot cunt.
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