Page 13 of Run, Little Rabbit
“Never felt anything more right than forcing my cock into you.” He paused, then reached out and took hold of my hair, and I barely registered the pain of him turning my head so he could see my face.
I felt myself going in and out of consciousness as the sensations waged war in me.
“No dissociating, my pretty slut.” His hand jerked, shaking me until I was back in this beautifully twisted reality. “You’re gonna remember every detail of this night, and you’ll never get to be a whore for anyone else. You’ll have to think of me in order to come.”
With that, he flipped me on my back, knocking the wind out of me, yanked my legs so wide apart my pussy lips gaped, and then he pummeled all the way inside until the heavy weight of his balls slapped my ass.
I cried out as the head of him punched something deep on his next violent thrust, and suddenly my body was betraying me once again as I orgasmed, my inner muscles clenching around his girth. He hissed and pulled back, the tip staying lodged in me before he slammed back in.
“Again,” he growled, and my body knew what that order meant… and listened.
I felt my eyes widen as I unwillingly came again, giving this monster what he wanted. My ultimate, complete surrender.
He was staring right at my face as he ground himself against me before pulling out and pushing back in. He slipped his hand around to grip my ass, angled my hips up, and plowed into my body, seeking his pleasure. His other hand pressed down on my inner thigh, pushing it into the ground as he kept me open, using me as effortlessly as a cocksleeve.
“You’ll take every fucking drop of my load, little rabbit. You’ll take every ounce until it’s slipping out of your cunt. And then I’m going to gather it up and shove my fingers in your mouth to make you drink it.”
He was so brutal as he fucked me… as he penetrated me repeatedly, until I was crying because the pleasure was taking over and I should have hated it.
I clawed at his hoodie until I got to the hard expanse of his tattooed abdomen. I raked my nails along whatever flesh I could get to, and he didn’t stop me. He just pounded into me like a madman.
When I tried tearing off his mask, he bit my hand, and I jerked it away. Then he fucked me harder as if punishing me, so hard I gasped when he pulled out of me so suddenly. He moved until he had his knees on either side of my shoulders, and then he forced me to take his cock in my mouth.
“If you bite me, I’ll fuck you with the blade of the knife,” he threatened and pushed in more of his dick.
I knew he was telling the truth, so I relaxed my jaw and took all of him, gagging as he hit the back of my throat, and he held himself there long enough I tasted all of it—my wetness, his precum… his blood. Just when I thought I was truly going to die this way, he pulled out from between my lips and was shoving back into my cunt before I could even take my first breath.
He did this little switch-up three more times before I was groaning and crying out for reasons that humiliated me.
“I can’t stop thinking about….” He didn’t finish that thought and instead reached to the side of us and grabbed the knife. He pulled out of me, and while holding that weapon between us so I could clearly see it, he flipped it in the air to catch the blade in his hand. I knew he cut himself, as I watched the blood start to slip down his wrist, yet he never made a sound.
My entire body tensed when I felt the hilt at my opening.
“Let’s see how well you take the handle and if I can make you come, little rabbit.”
I shook my head, but he was already pushing it in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt every ridge and dip of the knife’s grip, which was ridiculously thick in order to fit my assailant’s giant hand. It was only when he stopped that I forced my eyes open and looked down the length of my body to see the entire thing lodged inside me. The blade stuck out like some erotic and grotesque visage of a dildo.
“Oh my God,” I whispered just before he started fucking me with the handle, sliding it in and out at the same time he used his thumb to roll around my clit.
“You’ll get off like a dirty, little slut while I fuck you with my knife.”
I wanted to tell him he could fuck right off, but the faster he rubbed my clit, the closer I got to giving him what he envisioned.
“Come on, little rabbit. Let me defile you. Be my depraved bunny like a good girl.”
And just like that, I came.
He let me ride out that orgasm, and only when I exhaled did he remove the knife, set it aside, and push his dick back into me.
“Gonna fill you with my cum until you’re drowning in it.” He kept rubbing my clit. “Now come for me again.”
I did… like the dirty, little slut he claimed me to be.
And it was on the high of my climax that I heard him growl like a beast, his motions becoming even more intense. And when he came, it was painful and pleasure-filled in the most horrible ways.
I panted, feeling the sticky mess of my pussy juices, his cum, and our combined blood slipping out from around his cock still planted deep inside me.
His body was enormous as he pressed me hard into the cold and unforgiving ground. All I could feel, smell, and hear washim.