Red Riding Hood Bondage Novels & Stories

In the end, Riri managed to paralyze Rhodia…although it isn't too bad…she locked Rhodia with her body…making Rhodia cornered and lost. Riri turns into her human. "You lose! You're not that great… miss alpha child… you can't get what you want in this world… moreover only with your power and beauty… it's proven… you can't beat me, let alone through this place. I know where BUrdak and Randu are…I know where they are..and I'll let them finish their business…but I won't let you pass…if you want to go through this place…you have to pass my corpse first…” Riri threatened. Rhodia is still with her wolf figure… her neck is pressed by Riri… making her unable to breathe normally.

“LET MY MOMMY GO!” I yell trying to rip his hands away from my mom’s throat as she struggles to grasp for air. Letting go of her throat, he tightly grips my hands and pushes me violently against the wall repeatedly banging my head. His dirty callused hands now grip my neck. “Let-me-go.” I say through struggling breaths. “You should have stayed outside.” He snarls as his grip tightens. Stars start to form in front of my eyes and the colored room slowly turns black.

I was here to oblige and make her fantasies come true. I placed a red ball gag over her mouth and wrapped it over her hair when she bit into it. I placed her body on the edge of the bed in such a way that her legs were facing the headboard. Holding another bit of rope in my hand, I twisted it in half and looped it over her tied arms and ankles. A muffled hum released from her throat, her body writhing when I tied her in a hogtie position, effectively binding her arms and ankles together. I checked again to make sure she was comfortable and put a pillow underneath her breasts.

damp red locks on her forehead. “The power of the pearl is strong Alisa. And tonight, you’re going see just how powerful it is.” My body becomes alive at his words and my lashes flutter. We reach the hut and he gently lays me down on the bed of straw. Then he climbs on top of me and kisses me deeply once more. My breath hitches with fear still weighing heavily in my heart but Ryder is persistent. He slides a finger under the strap of my bra and pulls it down my left shoulder and thus restraining my hand. My left breast is exposed, as is my nipple, all hard and erect, just waiting for his touch.

“No more boring yoga poses. Tonight I want you completely helpless.” She ordered me to strip and then tied me in a new, humiliating position. She pulled my arms behind my back and bound my wrists to my ankles, forcing me into a tight hogtie on the living room floor. My heavy 38DD breasts were squashed against the carpet and my fat ass was forced high in the air. She clipped the nose hooks in and strapped them extra tight so my nostrils stayed flared wide open the entire time. Then she blindfolded me.

One of his men grabbed her, pulling her away despite her fierce struggles. “Your aunt has always been too soft on you,” Ryder said, advancing on me slowly. “But you… you belong to me. Bonded. Mine to punish. Mine to break. Mine to keep.” I backed up until my spine hit a tree trunk. There was nowhere left to run. My knees buckled, and I slid down the rough bark, trembling violently. The cloak fell open, revealing the oversized shirt and the extensive bruises painting my pale skin. Fresh tears carved tracks down my dirt-streaked face.

We eat sprawled naked across the bed, feeding each other with fingers, licking spilled champagne from skin, sucking berry juice from nipples. Stories flow— old scenes, funny bloopers, who hooked up with who off-camera. Laughter echoes off the walls. By early afternoon, the mood shifts again. Slow and nasty this time. They tie me to a high-backed chair near the window— soft silk ropes around my wrists and ankles, legs forced wide, pussy exposed to the room. Riley kneels between my legs with the new wand—

A collection of toys and implements was arranged on the nightstand. "Today is bondage day," he explained. "I'm going to tie you up at nine AM and you're going to stay tied until six PM. Nine hours. I'll use you when I want, let you rest when I'm done, give you water and bathroom breaks as needed. But otherwise, you stay bound." My heart was racing. "Nine hours is a long time." "It is," he agreed. "Which is why we're using soft rope, comfortable positions, and I'll be checking circulation constantly. This is about endurance and surrender, not damage. Color?"

My ice-blue bodice is ripped open, hanging off my shoulders, my breasts bare, nipples hard from the chill of my magic. I’ve bound his wrists above his head with ice tendrils, their frosty grip biting his skin, and conjured an ice gag to muffle his groans, ensuring no stablehand hears. Anna’s chambers are a short walk away, her evening routine keeping her close, and the thrill of fucking her boyfriend so near makes my pussy drip, soaking his cock as I ride him.

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.