Page 11 of Run, Rabbit, Run

Suddenly, Bunny was rolled over unceremoniously, and left on her stomach as he moved across the bed. She lay there, dildo still stretching her, forehead pressed into the soft bedding as she sobbed softly in frustration.

She heard him get off the bed, and walk away. When he returned, he knelt over her, knees on either side of her thighs. She felt his hand grip the base of the plug buried in her ass, and he slowly pulled it out.

It was quickly replaced by something much larger. This time he was rougher, sinking it inside of her by rapidly thrusting it back and forth until the ring of muscle snapped around the stem once more. She whimpered at the intrusion. The combination of both massive toys made Bunny feel like she would burst at the seams.

He lifted himself off the bed, wrapping his hand around her waist and lifting her effortlessly into a humiliating carry. She didn’t struggle, instead hanging limply, legs closed to keep the dildo in place between her thighs. She didn’t want to face his anger if it fell out.

Demetrius was carrying her toward a wide bench fitted with restraints. He bent his knees to drop her onto it, her arms and legs sliding to either side while her torso rested on the wide leather seat.

In the next few moments, she was strapped in tightly by her wrists and ankles with padded cuffs. They stretched her taut toward the ground but not uncomfortably so.

“Since you’re apparently so desperate to come, I’ll give you what you want. You can come as much as you like now, greedy girl.” He sounded far too pleased, and it was the confirmation she needed that he had planned this all along. Bunny swallowed as he bent down with a ball gag in hand. “I don’t want to listen to your begging. Open your mouth.”

She did without hesitation.

Bunny was still waging war internally, refusing to admit the orgasm signaled defeat. She didn’t want this. She didn’t. But she couldn’t stop the physiological reaction her body had.

Demetrius positioned something under the bench. She realized there was a hole right under the top of her pussy. He gently opened her folds and pressed something round to her clit until the pressure was almost painful. She imagined he had secured it in place but wasn’t sure through what means, since she couldn’t see what he was doing.

What she did know was that this must be a Hitachi wand. She was sure of it.

Her hips shot up to move away from the overwhelming sensation once he turned the toy on, immediately switching to a setting high enough to overwhelm her. Demetrius responded to her attempt at evasion by lifting the last set of straps attached to the bench around her ass, tightening them to hold her hips firmly in place. It moved the plug around as her hips fought for freedom from the stimulation.

There was no escaping the relentless buzzing of the wand. Bunny cried out. A piercing screech ripped from her throat, followed by furious growling.

“You’re acting like an animal, Bunny,” Demetrius commented, unphased by her frantic cries. “We’ll work on your behavior first because you’ve been incorrigible. Coming without permission, begging, whining, being obstinate... It’s almost as though you enjoy being in trouble.”

Bunny whipped her head from side to side. The pressure was building in her belly and her nipples throbbed from the clamps that were still pinching them brutally, agitating her as they pressed into the bench.

Demetrius pushed Bunny’s chest up so that he could reach a hand under her. In a couple of moments, her nipples were gloriously free.

Unfortunately, the clamps were quickly replaced by the warm swirl of a tongue. Demetrius licked and sucked the tender flesh. She was being torn in so many directions; her tight ass, her pounding pussy, her burning clit, and now the sucking mouth on her tits.

She couldn’t stop herself. She tumbled over the edge again with a scream.

Luckily, Bunny had plenty of experience with climaxing multiple times. She would give them to herself as a stress reliever before bed, usually every night. So even as her pussy pulsed powerfully with orgasm after orgasm, she hung on and rode out each choppy wave.

But, after a few minutes, the assault began to take its toll and Bunny realized that he didn’t intend on letting up. Instead, Demetrius leaned down and twisted the dial on the wand, increasing the speed.

Bunny began hyperventilating, eyes wide and pleading as they met his. “It’s okay, Bunny. You wanted this, remember?” He whispered, running a finger down her face from temple to chin.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the pleasure slowly morphed into a blinding pain. It was too much. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t. Her ass was clamping around the plug which made her feel so full she feared she would split in half. Her pussy was gripping the massive dildo, both desperate for release and cessation of the sensations being forced upon it.

Demetrius suddenly stood up and her heart skipped, hope flooding in. Was it over?

When he returned from walking away, her heart quickly fell from the heights of hope to the lowest point in her stomach. He was holding a paddle.

“You didn’t think I would let you off easily, did you?” He mused, slapping the paddle onto his hand gently as he studied her wriggling, sweat-soaked body. The leather bench had become slippery from the wetness leaking from her center and the dripping perspiration.

The paddle then landed harshly on her ass, and she yelped from the sharp pain. On one hand, it was a relief to feel something other than the roaring, intense pleasure. On the other, it was yet another direction in which her struggling mind was pulled.

This couldn’t go on for much longer. He was relentlessly slamming the paddle down on her ass as the rest of her body was desperate for the end of this ruthless treatment. The plug buried itself with each impact and she was heaving throaty, desperate moans.

After a few more moments, an eternity for Bunny, Demetrius knelt and turned off the wand. She was screaming so consistently her throat had become raw. He slipped the plug out of her ass..

Demetrius undid the straps and Bunny hung listlessly, entirely spent and close to passing out. He knelt, pushing the hair plastered to her forehead back behind her ear. “You were such a good girl,” he murmured, “And I’m so impressed by you. You’re so beautiful when you’re coming for me, you know that? You did so good for me.”

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t respond.

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