Page 8 of Run, Rabbit, Run

Bunny gulped, fighting the almost irresistible urge to rip her face from his hand and shy away. “I have, yes.” The response was short and strained. Much to her chagrin, she could feel her body responding to the idea of anal play. It was one of her favorite bedroom activities, and she could feel warmth building between her legs.

Briefly, Bunny wondered if he was right. Did she want this? Her fantasies had centered around situations like her current one since she was young. That much was true. But the difference was consent. If she engaged in non-consensual play, it was always accompanied by a safeword and an understanding of her autonomy.

Here, in this hell, there were no safe words.

“Good. Then this won’t come as a shock,” With that, he laid the plug on the small of her back and poured lube onto one of his hands.

Demetrius’ fingers slipped between her plump ass cheeks and he gently prodded the tight entrance between them. Bunny whimpered before she could stop herself, then gritted her teeth. The bastard chuckled in response before slipping a finger inside. She knew her face was bright red, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting to her conflicted feelings.

Demetrius began working another finger in, twisting and scissoring them to ready her body for the plug. She wriggled at the attention, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasurable feeling building in her belly.

“That’s it, good girl. Relax into it.” He murmured, continuing to work her open.

Once satisfied that she was ready, he slipped his fingers out and picked up the plug. Demetrius grabbed one cheek and pulled, exposing her completely. Then, he pressed the plug to the tight hole, pushing gently until it penetrated her.

He worked the plug in and out, rocking it deeper until it finally slipped inside of her, the entrance snapping shut snugly around the narrow stem. “There, now, was that so bad? Judging from your reaction, I think you liked that, didn’t you? If there’s a whore inside of you, Bunny, I’m going to drag her out kicking and screaming. I promise you that.”

She didn’t respond, instead squeezing and releasing, focusing on the weight inside of her, surprised to find that the fullness still made her core tingle with need. Would she break so easily? Bend to his will this quickly? And how could she possibly feel pleasure when she was so full of fury and fear? She had never felt so betrayed by her own body.

Demetrius wiped his hand off on a towel he pulled from the box. She could see its contents if she looked but quickly decided that she didn’t want to know what else he had in store.

Bunny hated surprises, and she wanted to hate this, too.

Without any warning, Demetrius slapped her ass, and she yelped in response. The impact drove the plug deeper into her. “Sit up, Bunny. Put your back to my chest.” His command rang clear in the still air.

She slowly got up, still getting used to the feeling of fullness. Twisting gently, Bunny sat stiffly in his lap, but he tugged her against him so that her back pressed against his firm chest.

Her heart was racing as sweat beaded on her forehead. Bunny could feel his hard cock even through his pants, pressing into her ass. But she could also feel her captor’s racing heart through her back. He was enjoying this. Too much, in her opinion.

Bunny gulped, shivering again, but this time from the fearfulness her indignation had been concealing.

His hands rose to her breasts, cupping them gently, pointer and thumb pinching around either nipple. He moved his fingers softly back and forth, working the little peaks until they began firming from his attention.

Bunny’s teeth clenched as she began the next battle against reacting to his affections. Her tits had always been hyper-sensitive; she could come simply from an expert pair of hands working them.

If she could say anything positive about the sociopath behind her, it was that his hands were clearly experienced in the art. Despite her best efforts she could feel herself responding immediately. The gentle pulse in her pussy began to flutter, her clit swelling as her wetness betrayed her arousal.

Demetrius put his lips to the nape of her neck before whispering, “That’s my girl.”

She gasped at the feeling of warm breath blowing gently across her skin, before growling, “I’m not your fucking girl.” He laughed darkly in response, a hand slipping down between her legs.

“That pretty little pussy of yours says differently.” She felt his fingers spread her labia, his pointer finger dragging slowly up her slit, before coming to a rest on her clit. “My, my, are you wet for me.” Then, using her wetness, Demetrius began circling the small bud, causing Bunny to wriggle as her teeth ground.

She didn’t want this. She didn’t.

A raspy moan escaped her reddened lips, swollen with desire even as her brain railed against the reaction. The soft flutter between her legs had turned into a desperate pounding. Although she wouldn’t describe herself as hypersexual, others absolutely would, and had. It didn’t take much to “bring out the whore in her,” as Demetrius had put it.

With one hand pinching and rubbing a nipple and the other expertly working her clit, she knew an orgasm was imminent. She was clenching involuntarily around the plug, stimulating herself further. As much as she fought the rising tide threatening to engulf her, it was inevitable that she would be pulled out to sea.

She fought it, but part of her needed it; she was desperate for that tide to roll in and extinguish the searing need burning in her throbbing core. It was only made worse by the fullness in her ass, the plug being jostled by her frantic writhing.

And then, Demetrius stopped entirely.

Bunny gasped, freezing, and his soft chuckle tickled her ear. “What? Do you want me to keep going? Did you enjoy that, you little whore?” The whisper was nearly inaudible.

“Fuck you, you sociopathic piece of shit.” She panted back, nipples swollen and pussy still begging for more. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hands clenching him mid-thigh.

Bunny could feel shame and anger crowding in. She was furious with herself for giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. I’m only doing this because it’s better to cooperate, she reminded herself, I only have to pretend to like this until help arrives.