Blind Dog Halo Harness Novels & Stories

His voice started out loud, ended in nothing but a whisper as the sound of his own voice ricocheted around in his head. "That's right, Si. I am a bitch," I answered even though he couldn't hear me. But his gaze moved to my mouth as I nodded. Then I took his sight from him. The triple thick blindfolds were designed to black out everything. Even the brightest flashlight wouldn't pierce through them. As I settled it over his eyes, I walked around to the back of the cross and tightened the straps around his head. I was careful to catch a few hairs in the knot. Saw his shoulders jerk at the sharp pain.

With that, he’d shocked me by smacking my thigh. Jerome hadn’t noticed my surprise, though, instead moving to Heathcliff’s head and unbuckling his bridle, replacing it with a halter – a head harness that has no reins at all. Then, he attached a long, long lead rope to a ring on that halter so that we could do some exercises without reins. So now I’m bouncing around arena as Heathcliff trots in circles around Jerome, who stands at the center, the end of the long lead in his hand.

She still couldn't believe all that was happening. The spiralling hook stopped and clamped onto something, an iron circular rod, and with her full strength, Theresa pulled the rod out, pulling out the golden bright halo whose shining light almost blinded the four of them. All of them were lost in the glory of the halo for a second, and Cordis in particular couldn't wait to harness the power the halo possessed. A bullet passed through Theresa's face, almost boring a hole through her nose and bringing everyone back to their senses. The Hadens had found them again.

She still couldn't believe all that was happening. The spiralling hook stopped and clamped onto something, an iron circular rod, and with her full strength, Theresa pulled the rod out, pulling out the golden bright halo whose shining light almost blinded the four of them. All of them were lost in the glory of the halo for a second, and Cordis in particular couldn't wait to harness the power the halo possessed. A bullet passed through Theresa's face, almost boring a hole through her nose and bringing everyone back to their senses. The Hadens had found them again.

Five cars drove in, one after the other, and as Axel opened the door and Sean guided Galilah Cohen out of a van, the dogs remained out of sight in their cars. I watched her step down from the van in a pretty blue dress, blindfolded, and nodded in relief. Her caretaker had done a good job, she looked well. I wanted nothing more than to wrap this up as cleanly as possible, especially when her man was cooperative. No blood, no murders. She moved her head around as if to see the place with her nose since her eyes were blindfolded, and Sean gently nudged her forward, towards the large couch directly in front of me.

I pulled the lid off and my smile widened when I found a set nestled in the box. "Oh my God, another harness," I almost squealed. "And it's red," I picked up the set and realized this one was a full-body harness. It could stretch to my thighs. There was a crotch area as well. "This is so cool," I noticed a matching ball gag restrain as well. I smiled coyly. "Oooh, looks like no speaking for me," I laughed. "Damn, I wish I could wear this today," "You can," Michael said.

Alpha Blake stopped his Armies with his hand before smiling at Hazel. “You have done a great job, I am impressed, but I have to stop you, because I don’t feel like hurting you, at least not yet. I wanna take you and other people to my park alive, atleast you guys can be my slave until the bàstard you all call Alpha come back” Alpha Blake said and Hazel picked up her sword, she attack him with it and he set his leg in the floor. Hazel fall down flatly and Alpha Blake spray something on her face which made her passed out. “Take her to the car!” Alpha Blake instructed on of his armies, he bowed his head before lifting Hazel up from the ground.

By 2 am, the compound was pure chaos. Hazel stood beside the blacked-out support van, wearing the PROPERTY OF REAPER vest over a dark hoodie, the ankle tracker a constant reminder with every step. Jax had reluctantly agreed to let her ride in the van after she proved she could identify Viper motorcycle modifications from a distance. “You stay in the van,” Jax growled, checking his gun one last time. “No hero shit. You see something, you tell Dagger. Understand?”

Two masked figures stepped forward. One held a tray—on it: a black satin blindfold, a pair of padded cuffs, a jeweled leash. The other brought a padded X-frame, unfolding it behind the altar with a practiced ease. Elias reached down, lifted her chin. “Last chance to say no.” She looked him in the eye. “I want them to see.” His eyes burned with approval. “Good.” He blindfolded her first, plunging her world into black velvet. Then came the leash—clipped to her collar, short and tight. He pulled, forcing her to her feet. The cuffs followed, soft against her wrists as he guided her back against the X-frame. Her arms were spread above her. Her ankles fastened wide.

But what made my blood run cold wasn't their size—it was the strange, sickly blue light glowing from their eyes and the thick, metal collars fused directly into the flesh of their necks. "Those aren't wild nomads," Asher whispered, his fingers tightening around the grip of his tactical rifle as he leaned over the ledge. "Those collars are runic control harnesses. Someone is controlling them." The massive lead wolf at the front of the pack stepped onto a high boulder, its glowing blue eyes locking directly onto me. It didn't attack. Instead, its jaws pulled back into a terrifyingly human sneer, and a raspy, metallic voice projected through the speaker built into its iron collar: