Rope bites harder when instinct makes me yank. No give. No escape. Just pulse-thud heartbeats thumping straight to my throbbing slit. Every muscle down there clenches in greedy dread.

Every nerve is screaming. My nostrils flare, lungs frantic, c*nt clenching open air like it already imagines being stuffed. Anticipation is the new opponent — and it's winning.

Still no contact, but we both know the clock is ticking on my pride. I'm naked, spread, taped, and soaked — the undefeated brat I am is about to learn what helpless really means.27:T518,

They trussed me up like a prize — wrists, ankles, four corners, every rope carving into fighter muscle that usually throws men across mats. The bastards stripped me bare: tits heaving, abs flexing, thighs yanked so wide my shaved c*nt gapes cool bedroom air. One thick strip of white medical tape sm*thers the mouth that never shuts up in the cage. My growl comes out a muffled hiss while adrenaline sizzles through every vein.

My captor circles, drinking in the sight of a champion pinned like a butterfly. My clit twitches under the stare; p*ssy lips bloom slick without a single touch. The power exchange slams me harder than any body-sh*t — me, undefeated alpha, reduced to a trembling slab of meat waiting to be claimed.

Rope bites harder when instinct makes me yank. No give. No escape. Just pulse-thud heartbeats thumping straight to my throbbing slit. Every muscle down there clenches in greedy dread.

Every nerve is screaming. My nostrils flare, lungs frantic, c*nt clenching open air like it already imagines being stuffed. Anticipation is the new opponent — and it's winning.

Still no contact, but we both know the clock is ticking on my pride. I'm naked, spread, taped, and soaked — the undefeated brat I am is about to learn what helpless really means.2c:Tbf7,

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