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ADAIR

M y legs are shaking as I crash through the woods, desperate to get far enough away from Jack that he won’t be able to hear me moving. It’s my only prayer of being able to elude him. He’s faster and stealthier than I am even when I’m not impeded by a huge metal plug and the last remaining scraps of my clothes pinning my wrists together at my lower back.

The plug’s heavy weight shifts inside me as I run, making the sensation even more pronounced. Being filled like this while totally exposed in the dark forest makes my pulse speed up even more than just the adrenaline and exertion of running through the woods in the dark.

I feel like thirty seconds must have passed by now so I tuck myself into the shadow of a large oak tree. I’m panting for breath as quietly as I can, feeling a trickle of sweat run down from my hairline. It tickles and I wish more than anything I could rub it off. When it starts to itch, I carefully rub the side of my face against the rough bark. I feel like I really am just an animal, a dumb, skittish bunny without the use of hands, the benefit of sight or the protection of clothes. Just a fluffy white powder puff of a tail sticking out from between my ass cheeks.

I creep my way through the forest until I reach a split-rail fence. Normally I’d just hoist myself up and swing over it, but with my arms tied behind me, that’s not going to happen. I lean in, trying to see my options in the dark.

The horizontal logs are all too close to each other for me to squeeze between, but I think there’s enough space between the bottom one and the ground that I can shimmy beneath it. I’m already down in a crouch and about to lay down when my leg brushes against the fluff of that tail. I remember Jack’s warning and my heart sinks. The only way to keep the plug from getting dirty will be to wiggle on my belly like a worm underneath the fence.

I feel my cheeks blaze and my eyes prick with tears at the humiliating prospect of dragging my naked body along the damp forest floor. Even worse than that is the shameful realization that I’m going to be rubbing my dick into the ground as I squirm my way underneath that fence. Make that my inconveniently, immodestly and extremely hard dick, which I can feel is already leaking precum at the degradation I’m forcing on myself.

I fling myself onto the ground and wiggle like one of those pale, white grubs underneath the fence. When my cock rubs against a hard ridge — probably a branch blanketed with layers of slick, fallen leaves — a deviant, deranged thought whispers itself in my ear: I could just rub one out right here. It’s a far cry from jerking off in the comfort of my bed, but it would get the job done. I might not be able to do anything about the bunny tail invading my ass, but at least I could take care of this other maddening distraction.

Holy shit. What is wrong with me? I’m as ashamed as if I’d actually done it by the time I worm myself free of the fence and continue creeping through the forest.

I hear a rustle behind me that’s too big to be anything but Jack or a bear. Once again, I don’t stick around to find out. I make it halfway down an embankment when my foot lands on a pile of loose pebbles and I skid. The instant I let out an involuntary yelp, I realize I’ve just given myself up. I can hear him behind me as I scramble to my feet again and zigzag along a dry creek channel.

He catches my upper arm, and my momentum spins me around so I land facedown. I try to squirm out of his grip, but there’s really not much of a fight I can put up from this position. I feel him grab my thighs and pull them apart, then a sudden, strange emptiness as he yanks out the plug. It’s warm from the heat of my body when he shoves it into my mouth before he grabs my chin roughly.

“I’m not tying this here so you can spit it out if you need to safeword. But so help me, if you drop this for any other reason, you don’t want to know what I’ll do to keep it in place next time. Understand?” he growls, and I nod.

He throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. “You made it further than I figured you would, Bunny,” he says, his voice sounding amused. When I squirm in his grip, he gives me a sharp smack on the ass. I squeak around the plug in my mouth, which makes him chuckle.

I realize we’ve made it back to the clearing when he bends me over the picnic table, kicking the insides of my ankles apart to spread my legs wide. “Hmm,” he says approvingly. “Now that’s a sight. Don’t do anything stupid like try to close your legs, Bunny. If you make me tie you there, you’re just going to piss me off, and you know what that means.” I tense when I hear the rush of air. When the hard slap of leather lands very close to my ear instead of on my ass, I flinch, which makes Jack laugh again.

“The punishment I gave you for your mouthiness the other day — I liked that. And it really made me wish that I had a plug stored in that locker, something I could just shove inside of you while I spanked your ass red. Because that’s what you need, isn’t it? You need me to fill up this slutty hole, don’t you?”

I can’t tell if he’s just berating me, or actually asking a question that demands an answer. Shamefaced, I nod, whimpering around the plug in my mouth. I’m surprised when he yanks it out, but my relief is short-lived when he shoves it back into my ass, making me gasp at the invasion.

“You know why I wanted your mouth free, right?” he asks in a taunting tone.

He makes me count off the strikes again. This time, it’s all with the belt. When my legs are shaking and I’m sobbing between numbers, he seems satisfied. He picks me up at the waist and hoists me onto the picnic table on my back with my arms still pinned behind me.

When he sees how dirty the front of me is, his eyebrows shoot up. He stops and just stands there for a minute, looking at the mess I’ve made of myself with a wicked grin on his lips. I think for a minute he’s going to praise me for keeping the tail of the butt plug white and fluffy. When he doesn’t, the intensity of my disappointment takes me by surprise.

“Legs back,” says tersely. I feel his weight pushing into the backs of my thighs, folding my legs closer to my body. His dark eyes have a hungry gleam to them. He kneels on the picnic table, looming over me as he grabs his cock through his shorts.

Jack takes one of my nipples between his other thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it stiffens. I let out a hiss as he squeezes, turning the hold into a pinch, leaving it throbbing by the time he moves his hand over and repeats the movement on the other side.

“Shame I didn’t think to throw a couple of binder clips in my pocket on the way out today,” he murmurs. I don’t know what my eyes do in response to that, but my reaction makes him smirk. He flicks each of my nipples in turn, fast and hard — the way you’d flick a mosquito off your skin hard enough to kill it. My hips catch me by surprise, bucking in response to the sting.

Jack’s face looms above me, eyes dark as usual, but they’re also gleaming with an unfamiliar light that sends fear shooting through me. He’s right, I realize in a panic. I don’t really know who he is as a person, or what he’s capable of. And something about making me hurt and watching me suffer is bringing him to life in a way I’ve never seen before.

He puts his big hands on my thighs and pushes them back all the way until my ankles are nearly around my ears. His eyes rake over my splayed-out legs, humiliatingly plugged ass and improbably, hopelessly dripping cock.

“Oh, Bunny,” he murmurs. “Seeing you spread like this just makes me think how much fun it would be to breed you.” He runs his tongue over his lips as he leers at me with hooded eyes.

“I wonder how badly I’d have to ruin this little pink hole to be able to watch my seed spilling out of you even after I put the plug back in. God, I’d love to watch you struggling to hold it inside of you and being so wrecked and gaped you just couldn’t do it.”

His eyes flash with a wicked, gleeful lust. “Because you know I’d feed you every drop you let drip out.”

The combination of my awkward position, my fear and my impossible-to-ignore arousal make me whimper. When Jack runs the lightest touch of a finger over my rim, I thrash underneath him. Tracing his finger around the neck of that plug, he snickers as he watches my wild eyes.

He takes his hand away from my hole to yank down his shorts. I notice he’s not wearing underwear again. Another pulse of arousal shoots to my engorged cock, making it bob up into nothing. He eats up my eyes watching him as he adjusts himself, giving me a full view of everything. His thick cock is already half- hard. It swells as he fondles his balls in front of me. His gaze drifts from my face to my dripping dick to my filled ass.

When he starts talking again, it’s in that deep purr that fills me with dread and desire all at once. “You like what you see?” When I answer with a jerk of a nod, he prods me. “I want to hear it.”

My breath is shallow as I part my lips, my eyes locked on his fingers moving over his hairy sack. “I wish that was my tongue on your balls,” I whisper.

Jack makes a little noise of surprise. “Oh, Bunny,” he murmurs. “You’ve got a raunchy side, don’t you?” His voice is still menacingly soft as his hand moves to stroke his cock. “Beg me to wreck your hole. Tell me how badly you need to feel your asshole dripping with my seed, and how you want to swallow every hot mouthful I feed you.”

The words pour out so easily, it catches me by surprise. “I want — I need you to wreck my hole. Open me — fill me up until I’m dripping. Please Jack, make me suck it off your fingers the way I’d suck your cock.”

Oh my God. I’ve never said anything like this out loud before — I’ve never even thought anything this depraved and raw.

Lust flares in Jack’s eyes. “Oh, I like my name in that filthy mouth of yours,” he says in a low voice. He readjusts his knees to push them tighter against my body.

“What else?” he says, his tone sharper now.

I really want to show him I understood the assignment, because fuck — this has me so pent-up I’m ready to explode. “Stretch my ass out. Please Jack, fill it up until I’m screaming,” I pant, meeting his eyes. “Leave it loose and used-up so you can punish me when I can’t keep your load from leaking out of it.”

Jack’s inhale is a sharp hiss. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters. He glances at the precum pooled below my belly button and how hard my legs are shaking. There’s something appraising in his eyes as he narrows them at me.

“Do you want to come?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Convince me.”

“Please Jack — please, please let me get off. I’m so close.”

Jack reaches for my cock but stops before he touches me. He laughs as he watches me squirming and trying to thrust up and reach the hand he holds just out of reach. “Here’s how this is going to go,” he says. “I’ll jerk you off, but you better be as close as you promised. If you’re not ready to blow, or I feel like you’re holding out on me, I’m just going to stop and leave you right on the edge.”

I nod frantically, desperate for Jack’s touch. He pushes against me again, forcing my legs further back and folding me nearly in half. “Open wide. Because you’re going to blow your load in your mouth and all over your face.”

The rational part of my mind recoils in horror. But my need to be treated like this — my horrible, feral desire for Jack to debase me — is too strong, and my need to come overwhelms the last vestiges of my shame.

“I’ll probably get it in your eyes,” he says matter-of-factly. “I don’t care. You’re going to keep looking at me, and you’re going to keep your mouth open. Because after you get off, I’m going to stroke my cock until I shoot my load into it, too.”

My lips are already parting for him as he continues. “I’m going to watch you swallow down that huge mouthful, then you’re going to walk out of here just like that — naked, with your hands behind you and come dripping off your pathetic, filthy face.”

Without any input from my brain, my hips jump again, jolted by the thought of Jack degrading me like that. He grins wickedly. “I’ll give your wrists enough slack that you’ll be able to sit down and shimmy your hands to the front of your body so you can loosen them the rest of the way. But you are not to do that until you get back to your car. Understand?” Jack fixes me with a glare as I nod.

I think I would agree to anything he demanded of me right now. It’s a dangerous feeling, but with the promise of an orgasm so close, I’m desperate for Jack to touch me. Aside from fingering me that first time, he’s only put his hands on me to capture me, manhandle me or spank me. I want it so badly I’m not in the least worried about his threats not to hold back my orgasm. There’s not a chance I could even if I wanted to.

I don’t quite blow my load the moment he touches me, but it’s close. Three or four strokes in and I’m arching my back and crying out, remembering to keep my mouth open as he aims my pent-up explosion into my mouth and my face. I think he deliberately aims for my eyes. It stings but I force myself to blink through it as tears run down my cheeks.

I’m panting for breath, mouth still open wide when Jack drops my cock. “Fuck, you look so needy and pathetic like this,” he hisses as he grabs his own cock. I’m whining with anticipation as he jerks himself fast, his breath coming hard until his hips lock and he tips his head back with a loud groan.

I feel Jack’s release hit my tongue, hot and thick and salty, before he aims his cock up to shoot the rest in my eyes and onto my face. He stays there above me for a few seconds, eyes devouring me as he catches my breath. He squeezes himself empty, shaking the last few drops of his release onto my torso.

“Swallow,” he orders. Cock still in his hand, he watches as I close my lips on the mingled tastes of us and let the whole mess slip down my throat before he hops off the picnic table.

He hauls me to my feet and I feel him fiddle with the strip of fabric binding my wrists together. “Get out of here, Bunny. Don’t turn back around.”

He gives me a sharp whack on the ass and I stumble through the clearing towards the trail. I know I’ll be hard again by the time I reach my car just from thinking of his big hand wrapped around my cock.