Page 29 of Run, Rabbit, Run

All three stopped. The two new men leaned away from her, getting off the floor and dusting their pants with their hands.

“Well, that was fun,” The blonde said, “Let’s continue to the lounge. I’m excited for the party to begin.” It was infuriatingly casual. Everything was. They went from assaulting her to preparing for a casual get together.

“Let’s,” Demetrius responded, clapping his hands together, “Just let me gather up my pet and I’ll be right in. I assume you remember the way…?”

“Of course, Demetrius. We’ll be waiting,” The tobacco-haired man finally spoke, his voice soft and cold as snow. If she wasn’t already chilled to the bone, it would have been enough to turn her blood to ice.

Once they left the room Demetrius pulled her up by her neck. To her surprise, he spun her around and pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and back.

“Such a spitfire, little Bunny,” He said into her hair, “You made my hands wet, you know.”

“That happens when you touch hair that’s been in a shower,” She responded dryly.

“Oh, I was talking about that pretty little pussy of yours,” He punctuated the end of the sentence by moving a hand to his face and running his tongue slowly up a finger, eyes locked onto hers, “You have no idea how good you taste.”

Bunny felt heat growing, turning into a molten coil in her belly. She didn’t want to want him, but what choice did she have?

She had been stuck here for long enough that it was highly unlikely she could ever hope for rescue. That meant that she had to rely on herself to escape. Unfortunately, she was quickly losing motivation.

Demetrius held her tightly for a few moments, breathing her in, and nuzzling the top of her head.

What the fuck is he doing? She thought, simultaneously repulsed by his affections and attracted by them. The lack of human contact outside interactions with Demetrius and Michael was clearly wearing on her.

Then, he turned, bringing her with him. She ended up beside him, his arm around her waist, and they walked in step toward the study.

The two men had made themselves comfortable, sipping scotch poured over ice. Their ties were undone and they were lounging like lazy cats over their respective chairs.

But that wasn’t what Bunny noticed first.

An assortment of toys were laid on the floor across a blanket. Bunny immediately froze, digging her heels into the ground, and whimpered, “No, please, I don’t want to.”

Demetrius heaved a sigh, scooping her up and walking over to an empty chair. She wound up curled in his lap face pressed into his chest, chilled by the realization that she would have to perform for the entire group.

“Settle down, Bunny,” Demetrius said warmly, tightening his grip around her, “You’re going to be wonderful. Everybody is here to see this beautiful body on display.”

“I don’t want to be on display,” She cried out so softly she wasn’t sure he heard her.

“Oh, but you will. For you, the attention will be addictive, you vain little slut.” It wasn’t unkind how he said it, but she took offense to the final word all the same.

With that, Demetrius cleared his throat and addressed the two men. They began chatting about things Bunny knew nothing about; stocks, bonds, business deals. It was horribly boring and she felt herself drifting once or twice, despite her growing dread.

It didn’t help that Demetrius was tracing circles on her back, stroking her hair, treating her so tenderly even as he conspired to humiliate her.

A kiss was pressed to her forehead before he whispered, “I think it’s time for the show, Bunny.” She gulped as he slid her off his lap, standing on shaking legs, unsure of what to do.

“On the blanket, little Bunny,” Demetrius said, sounding bored suddenly.

Without making eye contact with any of the men, who were unbuckling their pants, she shuffled to the blanket and kneeled on it. There were several toys, all varying in size and usage. She picked up a small butt plug.

“I think something bigger is more suiting,” Tobacco-hair mused, “After all, you’re going to have my cock in that tight ass tonight.”

Bunny glanced up and felt her face flush deeply when she noticed the aforementioned cock out and on full display. It was around the same size as Demetrius’, thick and full. The bulbous head was already purple.

She set the toy back down and picked one about the size of her fist. The budding nervousness muddled with her fear, creating a mixture of emotions that made her stomach roil.

They all sat in silence, the blonde slowly stroking his dick, the other two watching expectantly. She wasn’t sure how they could be so comfortable with one another. It seemed odd to her that they would be so open with their pleasure. Bunny was certain they had done this together before. She wondered if it was another kidnapping victim or a willing participant.

“Turn around, Bunny. Face down, ass up.”

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