Briar stood with her back pressed hard against the rough bark of the tall pine, red ropes looped tight around her torso and the trunk, pinning her in place. The shiny black latex teddy hugged every inch of her thin frame, stretching taut over her full chest, the material so thin it offered nothing against the winter bite. Snow covered the forest floor in a thick, untouched blanket, daylight filtering through bare branches and casting cold light across her exposed skin. Her wrists were bound tight behind her back, red cords digging deep into her flesh, forcing her shoulders to pull back and push her breasts forward. More rope cinched her ankles together, keeping her legs pressed close, no room to step or run.
A small folded note was pinned to the front of her teddy, right between her breasts, the paper already curling from the damp of her breath. The words stared back at her every time she looked down: be back soon… maybe.
The cold hit first around her thighs where the high-cut latex left long stretches of skin bare. Goosebumps rose fast, spreading up her stomach, across her chest, until even the tight squeeze of the ropes around her breasts felt like ice. Each exhale came out in a thick white cloud that drifted past her face and vanished. Her shoulder-length brunette hair clung to her cheeks and neck, strands already dusted with tiny snowflakes that melted against her warming skin.
She tested the ropes again, twisting her wrists, pulling hard. Nothing gave. The red cords only bit deeper, framing her chest in cruel loops that compressed her breasts with every small movement. The pressure made her acutely aware of how heavily she breathed, how the latex creaked softly when her chest rose and fell.
Minutes dragged. The silence of the empty forest pressed in, broken only by the occasional creak of branches under snow weight. Briar shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep blood moving, but the bound ankles allowed almost nothing. Her calves started to ache, then burn. The bark scraped against the thin latex covering her back, a constant reminder that she could not lean away, could not escape the tree.
Cold sank deeper. Her thighs trembled now, the exposed skin turning pink under the relentless air. Snowflakes landed on her collarbones, melted, ran in tiny rivulets down into the neckline of the teddy. She shivered hard, the motion making the ropes tug and squeeze, sending sharp little jolts through her chest.
Her legs finally buckled. She sank slowly, the ropes around her torso sliding just enough to let her drop to her knees in the deep snow. The impact drove cold powder up against the backs of her thighs, packing instantly against bare skin where the latex ended. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, white cloud bursting out as the shock hit. Kneeling now, the red ropes still held her upper body snug to the trunk, but her bound ankles sank deeper into the drift, snow pressing cold and wet against her shins.
She tried to rise again, pushing up with trembling legs, but exhaustion and the slick surface offered no grip. Her knees slid wider apart before she could stop them, the position forcing her hips forward, chest thrust out harder against the ropes. Snow packed higher around her thighs, numbing everything it touched. Her breath came faster, shallow puffs that fogged and vanished in front of her face.
Time stretched. The cold crawled everywhere now, under the edges of the latex, against the undersides of her breasts where the ropes lifted and exposed them. She twisted desperately, shoulders burning from the pinned wrists, trying anything to create warmth, to loosen even one loop. The struggle only tired her more.
Her body gave out at last. Muscles shaking too hard to hold any position, she tipped sideways and collapsed fully onto her back in the snow. The impact drove a muffled grunt from her throat as cold powder swallowed her from shoulder blades to heels. The red ropes still connected her to the tree, keeping her torso slightly arched, breasts pushed upward, wrists trapped beneath her. Snow cradled her bound ankles, piled against the sides of her thighs, dusted across her stomach where the teddy had ridden up from the fall.
Flat on her back, completely exposed to the gray winter sky, Briar stared up through bare branches. Snowflakes drifted down, landing on her cheeks, her parted lips, melting into the shiny black latex stretched tight across her chest. Every breath lifted her breasts against the biting ropes, every exhale sent a fresh cloud into the frigid air. The note fluttered lightly against her skin, the words still visible between the red cords.
She was alone. Cold soaked through her entirely now, deep into muscle, into bone. The latex gleamed wet with melted snow, clinging like a second skin that protected nothing. Her body trembled uncontrollably, small helpless shivers that made the ropes creak and pull.
And still, no footsteps approached through the silent trees. Only the soft, endless fall of snow over her bound, displayed form.
