Page 30 of Run, Rabbit, Run

It was tobacco-hair. She set her jaw, slowly doing as he asked, face burning. Bunny wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or throw up, but she was determined to do neither. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing they had broken her so completely.

Generously coating her fingers with lube, she reached between her legs and found her tight entrance, rubbing it gently. The angle was awkward but workable and soon she was pressing past her ring of muscle, whimpering as she readied herself.

“That’s my good girl,” Demetrius whispered so quietly that it would have gone unheard if not for the room’s silence. The only sounds were panting men and her own whimpers.

Satisfied with her readiness, and desperate for the show to end, Bunny poured lube on the toy. She positioned it and began rocking it back and forth until it was lodged inside of her. She gasped, flexing from the fullness she felt immediately.

“Pleasure yourself. Use the vibrator on your clit. Don’t take it off until you’re told to. You don’t have permission to come,” Demetrius spoke again, calling out his commands loudly.

She shifted onto her back, spreading her legs wide, gripping the vibrator. Her glistening pussy was finally fully unveiled to her viewers. Even while she felt terribly dirty, her body was responding in full.

Demetrius was right. She was an attention whore, and a deep, dark part of her relished in the hungry gazes trained on her.

As she punched the vibrator to a low setting, she began to feel herself disassociate. She felt as though she were floating in the open air, like nothing around her was real. It made this humiliating exhibition feel more tolerable.

Bunny pressed the toy to her swollen clit, mewling at the way the buzzing bathed her belly in a wondrous warmth. Her fuzzy head swam as she disconnected from her body. All she could feel now was a sinful lust and the satisfaction of giving her body what it craved.

But as the pressure built, she began wriggling, desperate to break contact with the powerful toy. Even at the lowest setting, it was enough to rock her.

“Higher, Bunny.”

She cried out, “Please, no, please,” but did as she was told. Bunny started stammering, pleading, begging. She was babbling incoherently as her body shook and her hips thrashed. She kept the vibrator firmly in place even while her body fought desperately to get away from it.

“That’s enough,” Demetrius said, apparently satisfied with her display. Bunny immediately turned the vibrator off. She was simultaneously relieved and terrified. She gasped and panted, face flushed. Her pussy was throbbing, body crying out for release.

Demetrius beckoned her with a finger. Walking over to him with an awkward gait, still getting used to the plug deep inside of her, Bunny noticed he had procured a pill. He patted his lap and Bunny slid into it, curling into him. Even while she did her best to keep a distance, she found Demetrius’ arms to be a safe place.

She could feel how the trauma she was enduring was binding her to him. He would take her to the brink, torturing her body with unbearable pleasure, and then hold her once he had successfully destroyed. It was inevitable that she’d find comfort in him.

He was also a familiar place to harbor from the storm she was surrounded by. Better the devil she knew than the devils she didn’t.

He pinched the pill between two fingers, bringing it to her lips. “This is going to help you relax, Bunny. It’s just a Xanax.”

Just a Xanax, my ass, She thought bitterly. Bunny had been prescribed the medication before for extreme anxiety, one of many Benzos she had tried over the years. She knew she would be on her ass within minutes once she ingested the white disc.

So, she did exactly that without complaint with a sip of bitter scotch that bit her tongue and burned her throat on the way down.

He held her close, tucking her head under his chin, and rubbing her back. His silky clothing felt like heaven against her skin. Bunny snuggled in closer, sighing gently as the Xanax began to work. In a few minutes, she was floating.

Between the dissociation and the medication, Bunny began to feel an incredible relaxation settle across her body. She stretched out, legs drooping over one arm of the chair while her head hung from the other side. Bunny let her arms fall to either side, one curled against Demetrius, the other dangling.

“I think she’s ready, gentlemen,” Her captor said with a hearty laugh, taking a nipple between his fingers. Bunny squirmed under his touch, moaning softly.

Suddenly for her, everything meant nothing. She didn’t care at all about the men surrounding her or their intentions. It was a world of softness and pleasure, and, to her surprise, she wanted to be touched.

More hands began roaming her body, a mouth taking the other nipple, tongue swirling around the tender peak. Her clit was being circled by yet another hand, and then her lips were captured by Demetrius. She kissed him back in earnest, tongue pressing for entry that was quickly granted.

Demetrius paused momentarily, as though surprised, and then took full advantage of her state. The two assailants groped her body as she and Demetrius explored each other’s mouths. He sucked on her tongue, and she moaned breathlessly as lust consumed her.

Demetrius shooed the other men away, standing up and holding Bunny so she leaned against him. “Now, I know we’re all desperate to get to the meat of the matter,” Demetrius slapped her ass, earning a chuckle from the other two and a yelp from her, “But I think we all also remember the mishap at dinner.”

Her heart dropped.

Shit.

“Come along, Bunny,” He said, walking her over to the chaise lounge where he had punished her previously. She attempted to stop, her movements uncoordinated and slow, but Demetrius picked her up.

When he sat on the couch, still cradling her, he leaned his head down and rubbed his nose against hers. She swallowed hard.

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