Page 31 of Run, Rabbit, Run

“You couldn’t have thought we’d let you get away with that, could you?” He murmured, a finger tracing her jawline, “Now, turn over, naughty girl.”

Bunny felt her eyes fill with tears, and something flickered in Demetrius’ expression. It was something like hesitation. But she didn’t have time to think about it because she was obeying him almost without thought, and suddenly he was rubbing her ass with a large, strong hand. The plug moved as he tugged at it, earning a small, pitiful noise from Bunny.

“Please don’t do this,” Her voice was slurred, the drug making it hard for her to think.

“You know I have to, Bunny.” His voice was steely, set with determination. There wasn’t a hint of promise to hold back in his tone, regardless of the look in his eyes.

Demetrius landed the first hit softly. After that, he picked up the pace, spanking her viciously, as though angry that he had to in the first place. Bunny laid still through the punishment. She didn’t have the energy to move and it didn’t hurt so much in her current state. She just felt hopelessly helpless and entirely at his mercy, and hated it. But there was something almost pleasing to the feeling of his hand landing blow after blow.

She squeezed her legs together in an effort to find stimulation, moaning despite herself.

Once it was over, Demetrius was panting with the expended effort, and she was sure her ass would be bruised from the treatment.

And the night was long from over.

Chapter Thirteen

The room didn’t spin so much as it wavered. Bunny felt soft. There was no other way to explain it. Every movement was pleasant and she felt entirely at peace.

She realized she was still draped over his lap. Her tears were dried but her face was stained. That was okay. She figured the lunatics doing this to her would harden at the sight of it.

Demetrius pushed her off of him but caught her before she could fall.

“Steady now, Bunny,” He said, letting her hold onto one of his forearms. She looked at him and smiled, dazed and filled with an overwhelming sense of peace. Demetrius looked at her with wonderment, as though he had never seen a smile thrown his way before. He seemed as dazed as she was.

“I would hate to break up your little moment, but we have urgent business to attend to,” The blonde said, hand clasping his hardened cock. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes glazed as he took in Bunny, naked but for the collar around her elegant neck.

Demetrius hummed thoughtfully, leading Bunny toward the men.

“Shall we, gentlemen?” He said, Bunny still holding his forearm for dear life.

He knelt to the ground, bringing her with him, and the other two men began to undress. “I’m going to watch first, okay? Be a good girl for them. I know it’s going to be hard, but you can do this for me.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and she leaned into his touch, barely registering his voice.

The blond replaced Demetrius, hand wrapping gently around the back of her neck and positioning his cock at her mouth. She opened it, doing her best to take his entire length, but choking helplessly as he began to thrust his hips.

“That’s it, Bunny, just like that,” The tobacco-haired man was whispering to her, his free hand moving between her legs to work her swelling clit. Bunny moaned around the thick cock filling her mouth and stretching down into her throat.

Her arms hung listlessly at her sides. She was still floating somewhere far away, entirely comfortable in her numbness. It made him fucking her face that much more bearable. Enjoyable, even.

Suddenly, her mouth was empty, and she turned her head. He was now standing, manhood presented. Instead of being pressed to it, Bunny leaned forward and took it into her mouth, sucking as she bobbed her head.

He leaned his head back and groaned, “Oh my God. Fuck.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Demetrius. He was watching intently. The scotch glass he was swirling was half-empty.

“As much as I love fucking that pretty face, I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel your tight pussy around my cock. I’m going to make you come so hard that you cry,” The man of few words with tobacco-colored hair finally said more than a sentence, and she shuddered.

They were both kneeling now, one in front of her, one behind. The plug inside of her was gently pulled out, replaced quickly by the tip of the blonde’s cock. He began gently moving his hips back and forth, swaying them so that he could gain access as he gripped her hips to help keep her in position.

When he filled her, she felt a long, throaty moan falling from her lips. She was so full.

It wasn’t enough, though. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. In this condition, she had no shame, no guilt, no reservation. She wanted that tobacco-haired man to bury himself up to the hilt in her aching cunt.

Moments later, as though bidden by her thoughts alone, he did exactly that. The man went blissfully slow, gently filling her until she was frozen from the feeling. It was as though a single movement could rip her in two. Both men were panting in her ears, and then she felt hands, she wasn’t sure whose, playing with her nipples.

Another set of hands gripped her hips and began rocking them, lifting her up and down so she was being fucked by both men simultaneously.

Nirvana wouldn’t do the feeling justice. Bunny was sure her moaning could be heard down the hall. Her throat was practically raw from the mewling and whining she now had no control over. She felt the two men lock lips next to her head, and heard the tell-tale sounds of mouths exploring each other.

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