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My wrists were raw by the time I woke up enough to feel them. Leather straps. Old leather, cracked at the edges, biting into my skin every time I moved. My shoulders screamed from being pulled back, my knees pressed against something hard and wooden, my cheek resting on a surface that smelled like hay and sweat and something metallic I didn’t want to name. I blinked, and dust danced in the slants of late afternoon light. The barn. I remembered. Alison’s farmhouse, the weekend trip, her stupid dog. Stacy’s hands on my shoulders, shoving me forward when I tried to step away. The rope looped around my wrists with a click that sounded too much like a lock. “Get off me!” I’d screamed, but Alison had just laughed, her voice flat and cold. Now I was here. Strapped to a wooden bench that looked older than my grandmother, my body bent at an angle that made my back ache. The leather groaned as I tried to twist, but it only bit deeper. I was naked from the waist down. I felt the air on my thighs, the rough wood against my stomach. My skirt had been yanked away at some point—I remembered the zipper ripping, the silk giving way. My underwear was still on, but it was damp, clinging to me in a way that made my stomach flip. “Hello? Alison? Stacy?” My voice cracked, hoarse from screaming. The barn door creaked open, and Stacy stepped inside. She was holding something—a spray bottle, the kind you’d use for plants. Behind her, Alison leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips. “She’s awake,” Alison said. “I can see that.” Stacy walked closer, her boots crunching on the dirt floor. She shook the bottle, and liquid sloshed inside. “You’re probably wondering why you’re here.” “Untie me.” “No.” Stacy stopped a foot away from my face, looking down at me like I was a bug. “You’ve been a bitch all weekend. To Alison. To me. To everyone. We’re just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” “This is insane! You can’t just—just tie me up in a fucking barn!” “Watch us.” Alison pushed off the doorframe and walked over, her hand brushing against a dusty shelf. She grabbed something—a plastic dinosaur toy, the kind with a squeaker inside. “Remember Brutus? My dog? He hasn’t had a girlfriend in a long time.” My blood went cold. “You wouldn’t.” “Oh, we would.” Stacy held up the spray bottle. “This is bitch spray. Attracts every male dog for miles. But we only need one.” “No—no, please, I’ll do anything, I’ll apologize, I’ll—” But Stacy was already spraying the air around me, a fine mist settling on my legs, my back, my hair. The smell was musky, cloying, like wet fur and something sharper underneath. It made my nose burn. And then I heard it. A low, familiar whine from the corner of the barn. Brutus. I jerked my head to the side, and there he was. A hundred and fifty pounds of Great Dane, his tongue lolling out, his ears perked. He sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring, and let out a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated through the wood under my belly. “Good boy,” Alison murmured. “Come meet your new bitch.” Brutus padded closer, his claws clicking on the dirt floor. His nose was wet when it touched the back of my knee, and I flinched so hard the straps bit into my wrists. His tongue—thick, pink, enormous—slid out and dragged across my skin in one long, slow stroke. I screamed. 【The following content is limited . Please click to continue reading my wonderful story】 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉

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