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Chapter Six
Willow
I need it to stop—or turn up. It’s a whole lot of feeling and I don’t know what to do.
“Please,” I say again, hoping he can hear the sincerity in my voice. “I need to come.”
“All in good time, Little Bunny,” he says and presses the button to stop my ass from vibrating, and the egg inside me stops right after.
“Why don’t you open another egg, and I promise you an orgasm after.”
I glance at the man who just spoke, my brain still trying to comprehend there’s more than one of them. His voice has the same robotic tone as the other one, and I nod. I need a release. Honestly, I think I might cry if I don’t come soon.
Pulling out a smaller egg, since the last one contained a butt plug, I pop it open and a piece of paper drops out. I pick it up and read the typed block letters saying, FINGER YOURSELF. One of the masked men reaches his hand out and I pass him the slip of paper.
“On the table, Little Bunny. Spread those legs so we can watch how you get yourself off.”
My cheeks heat. I’ve never let someone watch me like this.
“Don’t be shy. What do you have to lose?”
He’s right. What do I have to lose? I walk over to the table while praying it can hold my weight. Then I slowly lie back, careful not to dislodge the plug, but keep my legs closed, though I can feel the weight of all the three masked men’s gazes.
“Show us how you fuck yourself when no one is watching.”
I take a deep breath. Fuck it, I won’t see these men after tonight. I want to try new things without feeling like I’m doing something wrong. Slowly, I open my legs, pushing away the thought of how Micah and his friends found me, but the memory, under these circumstances, turns me on. I picture them and the way they looked at me as I slide my hand between my legs and circle my clit, my nub so sensitive my body shudders as I run my fingers down and dip them into my pussy. A moan falls from my lips when I feel the egg inside me, and it vibrates again as I bring my fingers back up to focus on my clit. Using my free hand, I pinch my nipple through the material covering them.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper.
“Come for us, Little Bunny. We want to see what you look like when pleasure washes over you.”
The butt plug vibrates, and between that sensation, the egg, and my hands, it sets off a chain reaction. My toes curl, my back arches, and my entire being explodes.
My body melts into the table, and a smile takes over my face. I laugh deliriously. How is it possible this was the best orgasm I have ever had in my life? I’m blown away that something so earth shattering happened under these circumstances.
“Letting go never felt so good, huh?” one of the masked men says.
My eyes flutter closed at the bliss of utter relaxation.
“There’s no time for sleep, Little Bunny, not until you’re covered in our cum and you can’t stand on your legs.”
Just the thought of these three— three! —masked men standing over me, their cum dripping from my skin as I kneel before them, sparks a fire in my gut.
“Yes please,” I whimper.
The tallest of the masked men steps closer when I open my eyes. “Is that what you want? Us to cover you in our cum?”
He grabs my chin and makes me look at him, even though I can’t see his face. “Don’t be shy, Bunny, this is about you. If you’d like it, own it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” the third masked man says. “Use your words.”
“Yes, I want your cum on me. I want to be chased and caught. Be rough with me, and then cum all over me.”
“ Fuck ,” the tallest swears. “Fuck your eggs.” He grabs the basket and throws it away, and multicolored eggs scatter across the grassed area. “You’re going to get up and run, and remember your safe word because when we catch you, we are going to take what we want.”
Excitement and nerves tumble deep inside my gut, swirling around, making me almost nauseous.
“Ticktock, Bunny. If you want a head start, you better start running.”
Rolling onto my side, I wiggle my way off the table, but when I stand to my full height, something drags my hair back, and I fall against a hard body.
“When I catch you, I’m going to fuck this beautiful body into the dirt while you beg for more.”
He releases me with a slight push, and I take off, back through the maze. I know this place like the back of my hand, having spent every Easter weekend here for the past few years. My family is only tolerable in small doses, so I’ve always preferred to spend my time walking the grounds, marveling at how beautiful everything is here.
A chill is setting in. While the days are getting warmer, the nights are still cold as hell. Though if I die from hypothermia by the end of the night, I might die happy, or at the very least satisfied. My tombstone could read: Willow Lewis died thoroughly fucked.
My mother would love that.
The sound of heavy footfalls echoes around me, causing my heart to race. I know I’m safe, but am I really? Do I trust this website? I’m sure Ted Bundy’s wife trusted him until she found out what he did. The chances of them being serial killers are low, but not zero.
I can feel them herding me like an animal, a footfall here, a snapped twig there, the glow of a mask in my peripheral vision. Yet I still let them lead me away from the house and down toward the back garden, my favorite place on the grounds. It’s the one with the view of the man-made lake behind the house. Maybe it’s classed as a pond, but it’s sure as heck big enough to be a lake.
When I get to a clearing that slopes downward, I feel the three of them closing the distance between us. As I brace myself to run down the incline, both the egg and butt plug come to life, buckling my legs, and I fall. When I hit the ground, my momentum rolls me toward the lake.
I could have easily stopped my movement if I wasn’t two seconds away from an orgasm. When I finally stop myself inches from the water’s edge, so do the vibrations. I sigh with relief and roll onto my back, taking a deep inhale to help get my breathing under control.
“Hello, Bunny.”
Looking up, I find the three masked men standing around me.
“It looks like you had a little tumble, but don’t worry, we’ll make it all better. Would fucking you make you feel good?”
I nod my head, but one of the masked men leans down and tangles his hand in my hair, using it to pull me up to my knees.
“You need to use your words. ”
“Y-yes,” I say, my teeth chattering as the night air sends chills down my spine and the cold sets in.
“I think she needs to be warmed up a little. On your hands and knees, facing the water. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Tell me, Bunny, are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
The one holding my hair releases it and I do as I’m told, dropping to my hands and knees and facing the water. There is one light on top of a pole attached to the small dock a short distance away, and it’s enough for me to make out the ripples in the water.
A hand lands on one of my thighs, and I flinch—they’re a problem area for me. They wobble and rub together and are not my most flattering parts of my body. If the man notices, he doesn’t say anything as the rough calluses on his hands lightly scratch against my sensitive skin until he cups my pussy and runs his fingers through my slit. He opens me before he slides his fingers inside and removes the egg. With a plop, it lands in the water, and I watch it sink beneath the surface.
“You should see how fucking perfect you look from behind, Bunny. That ass, so juicy and asking for me to make it red, and your pussy makes me want to bury my face in there and never come up for air. ”
His hands grasp my hips and my pussy throbs with need. If I didn’t know better, I would say the needy bitch has her own pulse. I push my ass out, and a sharp sting of pain is followed by the soothing caress of a hand. It has me so wet I am actually dripping—something I have never experienced with anyone else.
“Do you like that, Bunny, his hand coming down on your ass?”
Looking up, I see the man to my right has his cock held in the palm of his hand. I lick my lips, suddenly realizing how dry they are.
“I loved it,” I say, finding a confidence I didn’t know I possessed. Even though I know they are being paid to be here, there is nothing about their demeanor that gives the vibe that they are disgusted by my body. Their words make me feel a way I never have before.
The man behind me brings his hand down on my ass again but squeezes, digging the tips of his fingers into my flesh. I smile, knowing I will have bruises tomorrow. What is normally a downfall of sensitive skin no longer feels like a negative.
“Look how wet you are for us, Bunny.”
His hand swipes along my pussy before his other hand twists beneath the strands of my hair, guiding my body upright so my back is flush against his front. Then he brings his fingers to my mouth.
“Taste and tell me how sweet you are.”
I hesitate. I’ve never done this, but it’s not because I didn’t want to; rather, it has never been an option. It feels dirty, yet I want to stick my tongue out and curl it around his fingers.
The hand lightly wrapped in my hair releases the strands and grabs my cheeks, squeezing until I open my mouth.
“Good Little Bunny. Now do what a good pet does—beg me to suck my fingers and taste your sweetness.”
“Please,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed. “Let me suck my juices from your fingers.”
Internally, I want to curl into a ball and die. Hearing those words coming from my mouth, I expect them to laugh, but when they don’t, I slowly open my eyes. He slides his fingers between my lips, and I close my mouth around them. I don’t know why I was so weirded out; the taste is slightly metallic,with a hint of sweetness—nothing like I was expecting.
He pulls back slowly until his fingers are free, then he wraps his arm around my stomach, making me suck it in. Normally it’s something I do without thinking, yet I was not inside my head for a second and let my guard down.
“Don’t be shy, Bunny,” the man behind me says, running his hand down between my breasts and over my stomach, only stopping when he grabs my pussy, a literal handful, and I want to die. I don’t have a cute little Hello Kitty; I have a Garfield.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” the man on the left of me says, talking for the first time.
His words ease my discomfort at having a chunky pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you now. And remember, if I push on your head, hold your breath.”
He releases my pussy and pushes against my back. My hands come down on the lake’s edge, my fingertips brushing against the cool water. My eyes widen in realization. Oh shit, he is going to hold me under. I could shout Coco Pops and run back to the safety of my room, and I consider it for a split second.
Then his cock presses against my pussy, and the man on my left now has his cock out too. I turn my head enough to watch as the one on the right lazily strokes his hard length. The thought of them getting off watching me be fucked has me pushing back against the man behind me. He slams forward and I swallow down my moan as I almost fall headfirst into the lake. It’s shallow here, maybe a little over ankle deep, but with the recent rain it’s risen right up to the grass.
The masked man on the left squats and forces me to look at him. “If you can’t say your safe word, tap your hand against the ground. Understand?”
I nod, but he growls. The sound is not as sexy as you would imagine through voice distortion, but the meaning is still clear.
“I understand,” I say.
The man behind me takes that as a green light and grabs my hips, thrusting forward so hard, I cry out as his cock hits my cervix. He doesn’t take it slow, slamming into me in a rhythm that I’ve never imagined. Or maybe only watched in porn.
A whimper escapes me, but I cut it off. Though I have always wanted to be vocal during sex, when I hear myself or think about how I will sound, I never go further than a moan.
“I don’t think you’re fucking her good enough if I can’t hear her.”
The taunt works, and my head is pushed toward the water. The cold shock against my face and scalp sends panic surging. I remind myself that I’m safe, but adrenaline jolts through my body and it’s almost as if my survival instincts take over. My heart rate spikes, and my muscles tense. As I’m pulled to the surface and I gasp for air, he continues to fuck me like a savage animal.
My orgasm builds, and as I’m teetering on the edge, he pushes me back down. I’ve taken a bigger breath this time, and the panic doesn’t consume me when I’m submerged. My orgasm hits me hard as my head is pulled above the water, my pussy clamping down tighter than it ever has before, and I scream out my release.
“Head up, Bunny.”
I lift my head and watch as the two men standing off to the sides come closer. The man behind me pulls me back away from the water’s edge enough that the other two can stand in front of me, their cocks in their hands angled toward my face.
The man behind me digs his fingers into my hips and his dick jerks inside me as cum hits my face, over and over again, first from one man and then the other.
Holy shit, that was . . . wow.
My arms give way, and I flop to the ground, not caring that my bunny outfit will have grass stains all over it.
That was hands down the best experience of my life. I don’t think I will be able to top it, but I know I will never forget.