Page 28 of Run, Rabbit, Run

She heard movement behind her and suddenly Demetrius was behind her, gathering her hair into his hands. He then tied it back with… something. It wasn’t a hair tie. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the end of a ribbon.

“I don’t want to have to bathe you again today,” He chuckled, reaching down to gently massage one of her breasts. The lack of her response inspired him to begin toying gently with the nipple, rubbing and tweaking the peak.

Bunny whimpered pathetically as the rosy buds tightened and hardened under his touch. “Good girl,” He said.

Bunny started at the sound of foreign voices, head whipping around just in time to see two men walk into the room. They looked strikingly similar to Demetrius in stature and dress, but one was a blonde and the other had hair the color of fresh tobacco.

She began hyperventilating. Her nudity became something glaringly obvious to her… and this new audience. Both men stared her down as though she were prey beneath their paws. There was an undeniable hunger in their fixation on her naked body.

Demetrius was still kneeling next to her. He began to pet her hair softly, ignoring the wetness on his hands from the still-damp strands.

“Bunny, you’re okay. I promise,” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re going to make me and my associates very happy tonight. Just be a good girl and do as you’re told. Otherwise, you’ll have to deal with three wicked minds dreaming up your punishment.”

She sucked in a breath. Bunny wasn’t sure where this was headed, and she could feel fear beginning to swell in her abdomen. If she was lucky, they were there to humiliate her as they ate. If she wasn’t…

She didn’t want to think of it further. Bunny wouldn’t give Demetrius the satisfaction of her anticipation. She was convinced that was half of what he got off on. Instead, Bunny bolstered herself with the thought of her warm, thick blanket, and how she would curl up in it once she was put back in her metaphorical cage.

The men sat down and began a light conversation with Demetrius. It was almost as though she was forgotten as quickly as she was visually devoured. They weren’t paying her any mind at all. Not that she really cared, of course, but part of her was a little insulted that they could concentrate on anything but the naked woman in front of them.

Self-control was obviously something they all had in spades. It was unsurprising to her. Birds of a feather flocked together. She was fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

Michael suddenly appeared with a cart, setting a plate in front of each man. He was red-faced and clearing his throat from time to time. When it was time to serve Bunny, he picked up a bowl from the cart and dumped its contents into her bowl. It was a mixture of cut-up steak, she assumed the same filet the others were enjoying, and an assortment of roasted vegetables.

“Who let the dogs out, am I right?” Michael murmured when he was crouched next to her.

“Fuck you, Michael. I’ll kill you.” She hissed out of the corner of her mouth.

And then he was gone. It was just her, a dog bowl, and predatory men staring her down with hawkish eyes. Demetrius cleared his throat and she took that as her cue. Bunny lowered her head and began to tenderly eat pieces of meat as neatly as possible.

It was delicious. It was the best filet she had ever had. Perfectly seared, seasoned, and coated in what tasted like a garlic butter sauce.

Too bad she was being thoroughly and publicly humiliated as she ate, turning every bite into torture as she realized that, despite her efforts, the juices were collecting on her jaw and cheeks.

“Who’s a good girl?” One of the men called out, she wasn’t sure which, as though urging on a dog. All three laughed boisterously. Before she could stop herself, in a fit of rage and hatred, Bunny snapped back.

“Fuck you, asshole.”

And then there was silence until Demetrius broke it.

“Well, gentlemen, I think I’m satisfied with dinner. What do you say we get ready for dessert?”

They both heartily agreed and she heard the sliding of chairs. Bunny’s heart pounded in her chest, knowing she had thoroughly fucked up.

Three wicked minds, She remembered his words in a panic, What have I done?

The sound of Demetrius approaching ignited shivers down her quickly dissolving spine. Bunny did not feel brave anymore.

He knelt and wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her backward into his chest. “Look at my messy girl,” Demetrius crooned in a cloying tone, “Let’s take care of that,” He began gently wiping her face with a wet napkin.

Bunny was frozen, chest sticking out, the front of her body fully on display. One of the other men, the blonde, approached. He knelt and grinned savagely at her before leaning his head down to capture a nipple between his lips.

Demetrius held her there, hand tightening before she felt his other hand slip between her legs after her face was clean. The other man was suddenly beside her, taking the other breast into his warm, wet mouth. She gasped, the three points of stimulation sending searing pleasure pounding deep in her pussy.

His hand worked her relentlessly. He had found her clit and was rubbing a finger around it.

Bunny’s hips began to buck against her will, gasps escaping her open mouth. “No, no, no,” She groaned, wriggling under the strain of her mounting orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Demetrius replied diabolically.

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