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Holy fuck. He cut my dress right off me.

The need in my pussy is nearing painful levels and my instincts take over as I grind my diaper-covered mound against his knee.

“Such a greedy little fox,” he teases, his tone dripping with condescension that only makes me hotter, wetter, needier. “Do you want Daddy’s cock in your hungry little cunt, baby?”

Shame heats my entire body, robbing me of the ability to speak, so I nod.

But that isn’t enough.

“Say the words, baby. Tell Daddy where you want his cock, or Daddy will choose.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. If he chooses, no doubt he’s going for my bottom or my mouth. The thought of going even one more minute without his cock where I so desperately need it snaps something inside me. Call it my dignity, call it whatever you want, but whatever the thing was keeping me from debasing myself by begging for his cock is gone.

“Please, Daddy. I want your cock in… in my pussy. Please.”

“Shh, little fox. Daddy’s going to give you everything you need. But first…”

Reaching behind him, he pulls a length of rope free. I watch in horror as he winds it around my torso before guiding the silken cords around the trunk of the tree. Securing me in place with my ruined dress hanging off me, exposing me to the surrounding forest.

If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I might actually die.

Once I’m tied into place, he stands back, seemingly admiring his handiwork. “How do you feel about tattoos, little fox?”

Tattoos? What the fuck is he talking about? “Um, ambivalent, I guess. I think they’re cool, but I never found anything I wanted to put on my body forever.”

“That’s all right.” Pulling his knife from its sheath again, he presses the tip against his finger, drawing a pinprick of blood. “Daddy knows.”

Dane

She’s so fucking perfect.

Tied up to a tree, her pretty little dress in tatters, with that delicious mixture of fear and courage and need filling her eyes, she is everything I could possibly want in a babygirl.

It was even more fun than I anticipated, chasing her through the woods with the mask on, but for what comes next I want no pretenses. Only me and my naughty little fox, out here in the wilderness, while I lay my most permanent claim on her yet.

Reaching for the mask, I rip it off and toss it aside, watching with delight as her nostrils flare and her pupils widen. “I’m going to hurt you, little one,” I begin, taking a measured step in her direction. “You’re all tied up and helpless, and Daddy is going to hurt you. Bleed you.” Closing the distance, I place the tip of the knife beneath her chin, forcing her head up as she swallows audibly. “And do you know what you’re going to do about it?”

“What?” Her voice is stronger than I expected it to be, ringing out in the woods around us.

“Not a goddamn thing.” I force her chin up even further, thrilled by the way her pupils have all but obliterated the emerald of her irises. “You’re going to stand there and you’re going to take whatever pain I give you. Isn’t that right, my sweet little fox?”

“What if I don’t want you to hurt me?”

She does. I can see the hunger in her gaze as she stares up at me. But I can also see the fear, can all but smell it coming off her in waves. So I understand her hesitation.

Even if I have no intention of heeding it.

“Then that’s too bad, isn’t it, little one? You were a very naughty little fox, running from Daddy. So I’m going to give you something to help you remember that no matter how far you run, no matter where you try to hide, you will always and forever belong to me.”

CHAPTER 32

NESSIE

With every passing second, this feels less like a game and more like an actual horror movie. Especially with a knife literally pressed to my throat, where one wrong move on either of our parts could have disastrous consequences.

So I stay perfectly still, my eyes locked on his as I focus on not swallowing too hard or even breathing too suddenly.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” I manage to whisper, though my throat feels too tight, too dry for words.