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ShibsStories -> RE: The Bunnies club- now with part 2- M/f (1/16/2012 10:29:04 AM)
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Part 2
Her throat was agitated. Her body felt stretched. She felt dizzy and shaken, and somehow calm as if feeling disconnected from her body. For a moment she was at peace, a warm pleasant sensation stroking up and down her back, tickling her hair and than smoothing it down. A low, content moan slipped out from her softly parted lips, and she instinctively arched her ass as a large warm hand passed over and stopped to cup it.
Then clarity came back.
My eyes snapped open to darkness and I pulled my head back from where it rested face first in a pillow. My body tensed up and found it was restrained. Both my wrists, and my ankles were tied. A panicked heat flushed my entire body and I struggled wordlessly for a minute, trying to break free, and attempting to slide off whatever covered my eyes, leaving me blinded.
The hand cupping my ass tightens, squeezing and kneading like a twisted massage, hurting so good. Bucking my body and twisting as far as the ropes allow, I manage only to make the nails dig in, pinpricks of pain to go with the bruising grip.
"Get off me!" I demand in a harsh voice, desperately trying to hide behind bravado.
SMACK I feel a sharp, welting pain on my ass, shocking me into silence. "Tsk Tsk" I hear that chiding sound, a hint of amusement blending in with the deep menacing voice. "I see I have a lot of work to do with you." His hand starts caressing my ass again. My mind still recovering from the pain I don't protest this time. "First off, you do not speak. Unless I prompt you or give you permission. If you have trouble figuring out what counts as a prompt, it's okay. I won't be mad at you, I will simply give you motivation to learn faster." I hear a whooshing sound and what I now realize must be the leather end of a belt comes down hard on the top of my ass, cutting into my back. "OW!" I exclaim, then draw in a deep trembling breath wondering if it counted as speech. All goes quiet for a moment. Then his hand is back, running leisurely over the raised marks on my ass. I can hear the smile in his voice as he explains that sounds of pain and pleasure are perfectly alright, as I won't be able to stop myself. Pleasure! I think to myself. Fat chance of that!
As if he can hear what I am thinking, I feel his fingers come into me from behind. I start to squirm as I feel how wet I am and suddenly am very glad for the blindfold and pillow to hide my face in! I start to moan as he easily glides a second finger in and starts to work them around. He abruptly pulls them both off, and just like that is not touching me in any way. I feel a sudden sense of loss. I involuntarily tense up, expecting something, I don't know what. I am sure I wont like it. I am afraid I will.
I shiver, and I suddenly realize I am completely naked except for the ropes securing my hands and feet. I hear his steps around the bed, and I move my head, trying to track him with my covered and sightless eyes. I hear a sound to the right of me, and a tugging on my right wrist. My head snaps to the right as the rope attached to my right wrist is untied, allowing me to bring my hand up and snatch the blindfold off my face. My eyes wide I stare up into his cruel brown eyes, smiling down on me as he moves around the bed. I go to sit up, but too quickly, as I feel myself grabbed back by something around my throat, lose my balance and fall back to the bed. I feel my throat and find that the makeshift tuxedo collar from earlier had been replaced by a plain leather band with a tiny lock in the back. As my hand quests along it to the front, I feel a quarter sized metal ring embedded to it, with a chain held onto it with a lock. My eyes follow the chain up to where it was locked with a padlock to a sturdy iron eye-hook sprouting from the hardwood of the beds headboard.
I feel the tension on my left loosen, and look around to find he has completely untied my wrists and ankles. He stands back and stares at me, and I flip around and scoot backwards until my back is pressed against the headboard so close I am trying to sink into it, with my knees curled up against my chest and my arms surrounding me. "Now" He steps closer to the bed as my courage starts to bounce back from what I am trying to convince myself was a small and minor beating.
"You may thank me for the foreplay later, I think it is time for some fun."
"Foreplay?! Are you fucking nuts?!" I cannot help but let out, in a horrified voice clearly expressing how insane I find my tormentor to be.
His face goes from smiling to stern in an instant. He frowns while shaking his head sadly than backhands me suddenly across the face, so quick I didn't see it coming. As the side of my face slams into the headboard I raise my hand and manage to block his hand as it comes at me again, only to have my hand grabbed and held against the bed as he slams his other fist into the side of my tit. I cry out and try to attack him with my free hand uselessly. He starts twisting my other hand, and desperate, I bring out my legs to kick at his head. He dodges and twists harder until I feel like my wrist will snap. I fight against it, trying to slip out until the pain is too much and I go limp and unresisting. Crying now, I can't help but beg for him to please stop. Please...
He pauses in what feels like an attempt to break my wrist, and tilts his head to the side for a moment in consideration.
Goosebumps break out as I remember his rule.
He gives a little laugh, "You just can't seem to help yourself can you?" "I'm sorry", I whimper out, still trying to cope with the pain in my wrist where he had just stopped twisting.
"Put your legs down" I try. I really try. But my panic and knowing that there WILL be pain keeps them instinctively locked against my chest, protecting what bit of me they can.
Whooooosh SMACK! "AHHHH" I scream as he picks up the belt and smacks me across my legs, hitting the side of my breast right where the belt is ending. He hits me again and again, seeming to work himself into a controlled fury, until I am sobbing and crying, begging him to stop, I will put down my legs. He lets up for a moment, and I just stay there curled for a second, trying to calm myself until I raise my head to look at him and see his expression darkening. I slowly start to uncurl my legs, but he slams the belt against me again. "Faster!" "AHHHHH-YOU SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING CAMEL ENEMA WHORE!"
I scream as the belt tears across my breasts which my legs had just stopped covering. He just looks at me, raising an eyebrow with a smile that promises I will be reminded of this later. Quickly I manage to push past the part of me screaming not to lower my legs and manage to flatten them against the bed, though they are tense and trembling, ready to flinch back at an upraised hand. He starts to run his hand over my body, starting at my right lower leg and slowly gliding up to my thigh, grabbing and squeezing it. Than his hand is inching maddeningly close to my most private place. I tense so hard it hurts, and give a reactive jerk as his fingers lightly glide over my throbbing clit. He pauses, and starts to swirl his forefinger in a circle, so softly. I am biting my lip as my hips try to push up as he starts to pull his hand away. He laughs and I look away as he presses down harder, playing with my pussy, playing with me. Finally I give a low moan and he moves his hand up to my stomach, leaving me with a throbbing aching clit and a confusing feeling of want. The humiliation is finally too much and I start to cry. He runs his hand up along my breasts and to my face, wiping away my tears in an almost tender way. "Shhhh... it's not time to cry yet."
"I am in the mood for tenderized meat though..." Going from tender to forceful in the space of an adrenaline filled heartbeat, my hair is grabbed in one meaty hand, while the other grabs hold of my thigh as he flips me over onto my stomach, my red, beaten ass exposed up. Suddenly realizing what he means, I struggle to turn around,"no.." I gasp out, an outspoken denial of something I know I can't prevent. His right hand still in my hair, pushing my face into the pillow, the belt appears like magic back in his hand as he starts slamming it down on my already raw ass. It hurts... it hurts so much, as each hit scores and the pain and shock go through my body. I start to whimper, as he mercilessly beats my ass,"Please! Please stop!" Crying now, I try with no hope to curl away from him, but his hand in my hair stops me.
He stops and puts down the belt, and runs his hand over the raised tracks in my ass. "If you would prefer, I could fuck you somewhere else..." He runs his hand between my ass cheeks and shoves three fingers roughly up my already wet with panic pussy slit. "But as I said, I am in the mood for... tenderized ... meat." With that he pushes me up via his fingers inside of my slit, and taps his thumb hard against my clit. I go completely still as what this would mean sets in. Trembling, like a deer staring at the headlights of an on coming truck, breath coming faster and faster as I try to see my way out, as he starts moving his hand in and out of me, rubbing his thumb against my clit from underneath me. Letting go of my hair with his other hand, he grabs the belt rubs it against my face. "So... Do you want me to fuck your pussy instead?" He says, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of me, making me moan. "Please..." I try to articulate an answer, tears in my eyes, staring at him over my shoulder. "Please fuck me in the ass"
He smiles. He uses his thick fingers inside of my pussy to lift me up, and I scramble to my hands and knees to alleviate the pressure. As he gets up behind me on the bed his breath tickles me on the back of my neck and he fucks me harder with his fingers, still rubbing his thumb against my throbbing clit. Suddenly his fingers that were fucking me are gone. I realize just how frustrating it leaves me, and move my hips back, seeking. My ass rubs up against his dick, causing the welts on it to tingle painfully. I feel something cold and wet, as he rubs what I hope is lube into my asshole with one thick finger. I can hear him darkly chuckling, as he rubs the head of his penis across my welts, making me whimper as he brings the head closer and closer to my hole. I try to look back, I want to know how big it is- but he smacks me hard on my already pained ass cheek. "No peeking!" I let out a whimper as I feel the knob of his penis start to penetrate my asshole. Now I am by no means a virgin- We bunnies do have our fun- but my ass is. Men have asked, and I have always told them no- it's disgusting, the idea alone is painful. Well now I know- the pain of the idea has nothing on the pain of the reality of having a mans dick enter inside of my ass. At first I am trying to keep him out by clenching my ass as tight as possible. I should have known better, as he smacks my as with his huge hand at what must be his hardest. I scream, and unable to clench through it my sphincter relaxes and the head of his dick pops inside my assholes outer ring. I scream again as he shoves it in deeper, no longer trying to be gentle after my act of defiance. "You wanted to know how big I was? 9 inches, just for your ass." He pulls back and thrusts into me again, deeper, as he grunts this into my ear. I am lost in a world awash with pain, my only focus is his dick as it slides in and out of me, deeper and deeper with every thrust. I hardly notice when he messes with the band around my throat, unlocking and unbuckling it, and attaching a strap to its end. I start begging, as I try to move my ass forward and away, but he pulls me back by the strap attached to my neck and fucks my ass harder, moving into me even further as I cry out, over and over. My vision starts to go fuzzy, and the front of my body falls forward as I grasp at the band around my neck, allowing him to push my ass at more of an angle and fuck even deeper inside of me. He has a rhythm now, thrusting against me, as he pulls the strap and starts beating my ass with his other hand. The tears on my face, smearing my mascara are starting to dry as I start to lose consciousness. It only lasts for a second as he releases the pressure on the strap and I come back to myself with a rush, to feel him fucking my ass like it's a new thing. The bastard. The pain of him stabbing inside me from behind, combined with his agonizing smacks on my ass, and indignity of it all starting to make me angry, I cry out and try to struggle away from him again, reaching back to try and hit him. His only response is to fuck my ass harder as he increases the pressure on the band of leather again. This time he only puts enough pressure to make me woozy and panicked, not put me out. As he sustains the pressure around my neck, he starts fucking my ass faster and faster, thrusting harder and harder. He pulls harder on my neck, continuing to increase his thrusts ferocity, until as I start to fade, I feel him burst inside of me, filling me up brutally as I pass out underneath him once more...
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Whew! Finally got that done. May be more chapters in the future. Or not, I might decide to write something completely different.
Hope you enjoyed this segment, and found it better written than the last!Curious what you about the difference in writing style I tried to do in this second segment.
Shib
ps to the mods-I had posted the first half of this story a few months before, but since it has comments on it and I wanted the story to flow uninterrupted decided to post anew. Hope this didn't break any rules! If so just let me know, wont happen again.
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