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tightened as if pleased by the attention.
    “I’d love to suck on those pretty tits,” Glen murmured.
    “Not yet, man.” Forrest shook his head. “She broke the rules.”
    “Not technically,” she protested, feeling strangely vulnerable before these two big men. “You said I couldn’t come until your cock was inside me and it was.”
    The edge of Forrest’s mouth twitched.
    Glen’s eyebrows went up and he looked at his friend. “She has a point.”
    “But I didn’t give her permission to touch herself.”
    “I don’t need permission to touch myself,” she added with just a hint of challenge to her words.
    The laughter in Forrest’s eyes changed to hunger. “Oh, honey, now is not the time to be defiant. You’ll find your next punishment isn’t quite so easy as a few swats to your ass.”
    Her butt muscles clenched. Her ass still burned from the spanking and he was promising worse? Or would it be better?
    “I think she needs a little sample of how a bad girl gets treated,” Glen drawled. Before she could protest, he picked her up and placed her against the redwood towering behind her. He stretched her hands up high above her head, holding her wrists together. “Love the trees in this forest. So useful.” He patted the rough trunk. “Can you help a friend out?” he called. “Hold this pretty slut so she can’t move.”
    A strange slithering sound caught her attention and she looked up, arching her back, trying to locate the source of the noise.
    She gasped when she saw it. Thin green vines slid down from beneath the leaves. Stunned, she didn’t move as the vines entwined around her wrists. Yes, she’d bewitched the trees to move but they were supposed to trip up young virgins with their roots or entangle daring heroes in their limbs. They weren’t supposed to do this!
    Glen released her and the vines tightened, pulling her arms up high against the tree. She yelped and stared at her captors.
    Forrest and Glen stepped back and grinned, watching as more vines curled around her limbs, capturing her ankles and spreading her feet apart.
    One daring vine wove between her breasts then slipped down between her legs. The slick green strand brushed against her clit, sliding over the sensitive point. Delicious flutters moved though her pussy.
    The devilish vine delved deeper, the tip dipping into her opening, teasing the first sensitive inch.
    Malicia cried out and pulled against the living ropes that held her bound.
    The vine between her legs pumped, fucking her. It wasn’t nearly thick enough to fill her but the enticing sensation—every stroke brushing her clit, the tip rubbing against the inner walls of her cunt—pushed her quickly to the edge.
    “So beautiful. Look at that. She’s gorgeous.”
    Glen nodded. “I have one thing that might make her just a little more lovely.”
    Forrest cocked his head. Glen reached into the pocket of his leathers and pulled out a glittering chain…with two tiny clamps attached.
    Forrest’s gaze snapped to her breasts. “Perfect. Where did you get those?”
    “Found them in my pocket.” He shrugged. “Didn’t know what I would do with them until now.”
    Forrest’s mouth pulled up into an arrogant smile that made her pussy clench. That grin spelled danger.
    He stepped forward. “Let me give you a hand.” He grabbed the neckline of her shift and yanked, snapping the collar and shredding the material. The middle tore the full length of the gown, leaving the ragged edges hanging along her sides.
    “Nice. Damn, look at those tits,” Glen murmured as he did more than look . His huge hand encompassed her breast. “A perfect handful.” His calloused fingers squeezed, adding heat to her sensitive skin.
    “Can you just imagine fucking your cock between these beauties?” Forrest asked, taking her other breast in his hand.
    “Oh man. Some hot summer day, when she’s just a little sweaty.”
    “Yeah, you could slide through her pretty tits and fill her