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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.

Maya

I felt like I was floating, literally. Hanging by ropes, from a tree in the woods, I was floating above the ground. Besides the weightlessness, I was experiencing that floating feeling in my mind, almost as if I was disassociating: sounds muffled, smells grew sharper, and my body numb.