Thrice Bound Chest Novels & Stories

She gasped as I tightened my grip and pulled her face up until our noses were touching. “How dare you, Lyra? You signed your pathetic life over to me and I can do and say whatever I please to you. You hold no position to speak to me in that manner.” I snarled and her breath hitched as she started trembling. “Every time you fucking breathe it better be with a reminder that you’re mine! Disobey me and I’ll remind you exactly who you’re bound to.” I snapped and pushed her away roughly.

"None of us did." "But I helped them." Her voice cracks. "I was there. I watched them carve the runes, prepare the altar, and I didn't stop it because I was too scared—" "Cara." I turn to face her. "What's it called? The craft. The ritual. You said you'd heard of it." She swallows hard and nods. "The Binding of Three. The Triune Seal." The name sends a chill down my spine. "What does it do?" "It's old. Really old. Pre-pack, maybe older." She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "It was designed to bind a healer, a bloodline heir, and a source of power into one... entity. A weapon."

The buttons snapped off and scattered across the stone floor with a clatter. Cold air instantly hit my chest. My eyes widened, absolute panic crashing into me. Oh God!! My shirt was wide open. The silk bindings wrapped around my chest—hiding my female form—were now fully exposed in front of both men. But that wasn’t the only problem. Because of the excessive use of Forbidden Arts in the forest, the wound on my shoulder and the pressure in my blood vessels had reacted. The bindings around my chest were no longer clean white. They were soaked, drenched with a thick liquid that shimmered under the moonlight: silver blood.

"Get up, and hands behind your head." She follows my instructions promptly with lithe motions, and I set to work quickly. I start off with creating the chest harness we'll be centering all other restraints around. It's very basic bondage, just rope above and below her breasts wound around her torso several times, the tie completed with more rope to secure the two 'bands' between her breasts and at her sides to add some restriction to her tits but mostly to give us a well fitting and secure anchoring point at her back, once the ties are completed

That was calculation. Something is terribly wrong. Fear crept up my spine, cold and unwelcome. I needed to get out. Now. Whatever game Catherine was playing, I didn't want any part of it. I struggled harder against the bindings. Rope. Thick rope wrapped around my wrists, my ankles, my chest. Whoever tied these knew what they were doing. The knots were tight enough to hold a wolf, heavy enough that even shifting wouldn't help. If anything, the ropes seemed designed to crush as much as restrain.

A heavy, exhausted sigh escaped my lips as I reached for the thick, restrictive elastic chest binder resting on the edge of the mattress, my stomach churning with a familiar, sickening dread. Wrapping the heavy medical-grade elastic around my torso was an agonizing daily ritual, a painful necessity that violently compressed my ribcage and made drawing a full, deep breath feel absolutely impossible. I pulled the rough fabric tight, wincing as the coarse material dug sharply into the tender, bruised skin beneath my arms, ensuring that absolutely no trace of my natural, feminine figure could possibly be detected by anyone at the college.

I muttered under my breαth‚ pαcing the living room now while Αndrew sαt in the corner‚ crying silently. I wαs boiling with rαge‚ but it wαs nothing compαred to the sudden pαin thαt stαbbed through my chest like α blαde. The bond. Right in the middle of my chest. My breαth cαught. My wolf stirred. The bond‚ our bond‚ it wαs pulling. I felt it. It yαnked αt me like α chαin wrαpped αround my ribs‚ tightening‚ pulling‚ suffocαting me.

He dragged my name out in caution. I was speechless as he reached for me again. Taking the left hand, and then the right, he secured my wrists with the makeshift Velcro handcuffs after weaving the rope through the rungs of the headboard. Testing my mobility, I could scarcely move before the Velcro bit my skin. My attention transferred to him capturing my ankle, securely wrapping the Velcro around it, before he pulled my leg toward the corner of the bed and fastened the rope to the footboard. Quickly, he repeated the same action on the other leg. My body now formed a triangle, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Panicked, my chest heaved, and my heart pounded furiously. I was completely at his

However, it was unfortunate for Topher that he had discovered this treasure. The finely dressed man pulled out a rope. This had been bestowed by his ancestor, an imitation of the Immortal Binding Rope, one of the 12 Primal Treasures. This would be more than enough to deal with a personal disciple below the martial god king realm. The finely dressed man looked at Chase with a sinister smile, as if his opponent was already captured. Chase watched the finely dressed man, whose expression shifted like the June weather, changing repeatedly yet still not making a move. Finally, the man pulled out a rope.

"The more you strain this, the longer it takes to heal. And the Alpha made it very clear what happens if I send you back in worse condition than..." "I know what he made clear." Natasha's voice came out sharper than she intended. She exhaled slowly, forcing her shoulders to relax. "Just wrap it." Maren did. Double-layered. Tight enough that Natasha felt her ribs compress with each breath. The binding locked her arm against her torso like a splint. Secure. Immovable. A cage made of cloth and Maren's quiet competence. When the medic finally tied off the last strip, Natasha was already moving.