Little Red woke up slowly. She was aware of slight sounds in the room with her, of soft murmuring. She shivered on a slight cool draft of wind that ran across her body, and tried to turn over and bring the covers over her body. For some reason she couldn't bring her arms up, they felt so heavy, almost restrained. Frowning she realized she felt cool, too cool for it to be in her small attic room. Moaning softly, she slowly opened her eyes and stared straight at the wooden ceiling above her. She tried once again to turn over, but found she could not. She lowered her eyes to see why she couldn't lift her arms and her eyes widened when she saw they were tied above her head to the bed posts.
All at once Red remembered the events leading up to this moment. She gasped remembering Wolfe dragging her outside of the small cabin, forcing her to rub mud on her tits, then tying her up and fucking her against the cold mud, and finally she remembered coming and passing out from the intensity of it. She blushed embarrassed that she enjoyed herself so much when Wolfe forced himself on her, basically raped her...right? She was so confused as she remembered both pain and pleasure.
"Oh good, you are finally awake" A woman's soft voice cut into Red's thoughts. Red turned her head and saw a gorgeous woman sitting on a chair by her bed. The young woman was petite with long honey blond hair and huge blue eyes. She had a figure most women would kill for - curvy yet slim, with big breasts spilling over the top of her silk green robe. "You have been out for a few hours. I told Wolfe to be careful with you when I saw you walk up to the cabin, but he never listens." She tsked under her breath.
"Please! That man, Wolfe -" Red's frantic voice was cut off as the woman got up and sat carefully on the edge of the bed. The subtle scent of lilacs drifted over to Red, calming her.
"Yes, Wolfe. Wolfe is my husband. Has been for two years, since I was 19. I am Emily." Emily reached forward to stroke Red's black hair softly. "You are quite lovely."
"But he-" Red stopped, blushing as she remembered. Her husband had abused and fucked her, she didn't want this delicate young woman to know. And more importantly Red didn't want Emily to know she enjoyed most of it. Enjoyed as her husband held her down and fucked her.
"Wolfe is a rough man, I know that. He takes what he wants." Emily smiled softly, her lush pink lips parting to reveal straight white teeth. Emily then let her hand move from Red's hair to stroke Red's soft pale neck. "Your pulse is racing, Red. Are you anxious about something?" Emily looked concerned for her.
"Yes-err, no. Emily, please. Why am I tied? Please let me go."
"Oh, Wolfe tied you up, so you couldn't leave. He likes to see a woman helpless." Emily said this calmly, not seeming to care that her husband had kidnapped another woman, fucked her and tied her to their bed.
"Please, Em-" Red was cut off when Emily moved her soft, small hand from her neck to the outside of Red's bare breast. Red looked down and noticed for the first time that although she was now clean of mud she was still naked, but now her wrists were tied above her head.
"What? why am I still naked? Please let me go, Emily. I need to leave." Red shivered at the feel of Emily softly stroking the outside of her breast.
Emily giggled, "Oh no, my dear. You are now Wolfe's and Wolfe has generously allowed me to use you as well." With that Emily got up off the bed and reached for something on her chair.