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Chapter Seven

Willow

The sun shines through the gap in the thick curtains, the beam highlighting the smile creeping over my face as I remember last night. I reach my arms out over my head to stretch and every muscle in my body burns in protest.

Shit, how did I get back to my room? I must have passed out cold on the grass.

Sighing, I hesitantly peek under the covers. I’m still in the bunny outfit. I reach around and feel my ass—thankfully the butt plug is gone. That could have been a very awkward wake up.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I see it’s almost lunchtime, so I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom for a nice hot bath. I love the older styled bathroom they have here with the freestanding tub.

While it fills up, I stare at myself in the mirror and grimace. I look like a hot mess. There are bright-green stains all over the bunny suit, but I still plan to keep it. My hair is also a mess, and I look like a racoon. I need to invest in some quality mascara.

Once I’ve had a good soak in the bath and my muscles are relaxed, I force myself out before I get wrinkly. I have zero plans today besides maybe going for a walk around the grounds and reading a good book. It’s been a while since I picked one up, as my latest obsession has been the View4U app. Though after last night, I think I can live out my fantasies in my head.

My phone buzzes as I leave the bathroom and hunt for some fresh clothes. I find it on the bedside table, but when I swipe the screen, I don’t recognize the number.

***Picture Message***

I gasp at seeing the image from last night. It’s a photo of me from behind, and for the first time, I’m not disgusted by what I see. Normally I would focus on all the things I don’t like about myself, but now all I can hear are the robotic voices in my head.

“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.”

A vibration from my phone pulls me out of the memory and I see another message from the unknown number.

Since there are three of us and only one of you, we think it’s fair we come back to see our Bunny again. Do you want to be our good girl?

I can’t type yes fast enough, but then self-doubt creeps in, and I wonder if I’ve come across too needy.

Another image comes through, and it’s a picture of a guest room. I know which one because of the pastel-pink walls.

Ten minutes. Blindfold on.

Ten minutes isn’t nearly enough time for me to get ready or overthink things. Last night I almost didn’t go outside. After getting dressed, I felt unsure about how I looked in the outfit, and the fact that it was crotchless had me in my head. However, I must have done something right if they came back. I have no sexy lingerie; I don’t even own any. What’s the point when I’m not comfortable enough to wear it for me, let alone anyone else?

Just go lie on the bed naked, Willow. They wouldn’t have messaged if they hated what they saw. It’s all in your head.

Internal monologue Willow is right. Screw it.

I leave my room and walk down the hall, crossing over to where the other guest rooms are located. Once I find the right room, I twist the handle and take a deep breath. This is it, where I grow a set of balls and be brave.

Stepping inside, I close the door and remove my towel, throwing it over the back of an antique chair. Nerves swirl in my gut, and the blindfold is a momentary sticking point, but it’s not like I’m tying myself to a chair again.

Maneuvering myself onto the bed, I pick up the blindfold and secure it in place. I need to do this for myself—I’m sick of being afraid. This is who I am, and I need to accept it. So what if I have thick thighs, my stomach wobbles a little, or there’s some cellulite and stretch marks on my ass? I’m not the only woman in the world with these issues and hang-ups.

My pep talk doesn’t calm my nerves, and my hands shake as I spread my legs and wait. With my eyes covered, I easily hear the twist of the handle .

“Hello, Bunny. It seems like you wanted to surprise us, and what a wonderful surprise it is.”

My chest rises and falls faster. “Don’t be scared, Bunny. We won’t hurt you.” Someone takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.

“I-I’m not scared. I’m insecure about my body.” It makes me feel like an idiot saying it out loud.

“I think we need to show our Little Bunny how much we love her body. Now promise us no matter what, you will keep your blindfold on.”

“I promise,” I whisper.

The bed dips beside me as one of the men lies down beside me.

“I’m going to help you sit on his face.”

I gasp. “But I can’t.”

“Do you want to see what happens to naughty little bunnies when they don’t do as they’re told?”

I know I have my safe word. I can use it at any moment and this will all go away, but could I really sit on his face? “He won’t be able to breathe.”

I swear I hear him chuckle. “Bunny, death by pussy would be the best way to go. Trust me, he will be able to breathe just fine.”

I take a deep breath, remembering I want to try new things, so I need to at least attempt it. Besides, there are three of them—no way would they let him die beneath me .

I switch positions so I’m on my knees, and the man beside me helps me move into place. “Here is the headboard. Now hold on to it,” he instructs.

I nod and grip the soft material of the headboard. Slowly I lower myself until I feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I have never done this before, even lying down, and here they are throwing me in the deep end.

“You need to sit on his face.” The voice comes from my opposite side. It must be the third man who is talking.

“I am,” I squeak nervously.

Rough hands grip my love handles, and I’m pulled down onto his face.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as his tongue slides through my pussy.

His hands grip my sides, and every touch of his tongue makes me feel lightheaded. His fingers dig into my skin, and he guides me forward and backward. I copy the rocking motion, and after a few minutes, all my worries melt away.

Once I fall into a rhythm, their hands touch me everywhere. Someone’s finger slides down my spine, while someone else kisses my shoulder.

For a moment I consider taking my blindfold off, so I can see their faces. But I know it would all be over and decide against it—plus not knowing what they look like adds to the thrill .

My entire body tenses when someone runs a finger over the cleft in my ass before spreading my cheeks.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

I nod my head. It hurt every damn time, but I’m not about to tell them that. His finger rims my ass, teasing me in a way that feels so good.

“Lift,” the man behind me instructs.

I lift up a little and two fingers are pushed inside my pussy. They rub against my G-spot and my knees wobble. Right as I feel like I will come, the fingers slide out and I’m guided back to sitting, the man beneath me sucking my clit into his mouth.

“You are not going to overthink it, Bunny. I’m going to finger your ass, while my friend fucks you with his tongue.”

“And what about the third man?” I nervously ask.

“He is going to stand in front of you and you’re going to take his thick cock in your mouth like a good girl.”

I almost internally combust thinking about it. The bed dips on my right and I let go of the headboard, using my knees to hold up my weight.

All at once, things change.

The man beneath me grabs my hips and pulls me all the way down, and a hard cock is pressed against my lips. Precum teases my tastebuds and fingers breech my ass .

“Relax, Bunny. We won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want us to. Tap his leg if you need to stop and can’t use your safe word.”

“Okay,” I say, then the man in front of me pushes his cock into my mouth, twisting his fingers into my hair.

They all move in unison, and it overloads my senses in all the right ways—fingers in my ass, tongue in my pussy, and a cock in my mouth.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and I know I won’t last much longer. I need to come. Now. Clearing all the doubt from my mind, I scream around the cock in my mouth as my orgasm crests and my body shudders.

After I come back down to earth, my entire being goes limp and aftershocks flit through me. The man in my mouth pulls back, and the man beneath me lifts my hips and moves me, laying me on my stomach beside him.

“Do you want a cock in your ass, Bunny?”

“Please be careful.”

“There is no way we would be rough with this beautiful booty.”

I feel someone moving around the bed. I hate not being able to see what is going on, though it’s not like I could tell the difference between any of them last night. They were all dressed the same and are relatively the same height.

The squirt of liquid on my ass heightens my anticipation.

“Don’t be scared, Bunny.”

Large hands grip my hips and lift until I am on my knees with my head and forearms still against the mattress. I feel his cock swipe through the liquid on my ass, then the tip pushes into me slowly. It isn’t pleasant, but I breathe through it, trying to keep myself calm.

Out of nowhere, someone plays with my clit, which is still sensitive from my last orgasm.

“You should see how well you’re taking his cock, Bunny. Now you’ve had all three of us in each of your holes, and I wonder how pretty you will look when you are filled so full you are leaking with our cum.”

I shiver at the thought. I’ve never considered it before. It was only a few days ago I couldn’t be naked in front of anyone, yet here I am now, naked and being fucked in the ass like I’m some damn porn star.

The burning eases and my pussy drips. Whoever is playing with my clit changes to stroking my pussy, mixing his fingers in the mess.

“Please finger me,” I beg. Heat scorches my cheeks, and I know they will be a bright shade of pink from my embarrassment at hearing my voice asking for something I want.

Fingers slide inside me, and I feel so full. The man behind me moves slowly, and the man with his fingers inside my pussy curls them, which makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Bunny, you are doing so fucking good. I’m going to come all over your back.”

Warm wetness lands on my back in spurts, then a hand rubs the liquid into my skin. I feel powerful, wanted, and not like my normal self. Being claimed by these masked men, even for a short time, feels so good.

My body shakes uncontrollably, my legs want to close, and a sensation I have never felt before hits me hard. Liquid shoots out of me and tears spring to my eyes as I worry about how grossed out they must be.

None of them speak or react to it, that I can tell, and I’m shocked. My thighs are soaked, and no doubt so is the bed. The man still thrusting into my ass squeezes my hips as his movements grow jerky, then he stills behind me with a grunt.

These three masked men are ruining me in all the best ways.

The thought of this being over has my heart sinking. I’ve come to the realization that I won’t be able to find someone like this in real life. It’s not possible for someone like me.