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This story is a serial. That means it's super awesome in the sense that it goes up in parts, over time. So there's that. Uh... it's intended to display that I can write all kinds of things from sex to serious stuff to goofy stuff and beyond, and that's rad.\n\nIf I summarize, I ruin the surprise ending.\n\n(Surprise, it's sex.)\n\nCredit to: Martin, for being a bad ass bro and creative consulting. Zilkas, for being generally the hottest thing on two legs and also creative consulting. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "So uh. This story is a serial. That means it's super awesome in the sense that it goes up in parts, over time. So there's that. Uh... it's intended to display that I can write all kinds of things from sex to serious stuff to goofy stuff and beyond, and that's rad.

If I summarize, I ruin the surprise ending.

(Surprise, it's sex.)

Credit to: Martin, for being a bad ass bro and creative consulting. Zilkas, for being generally the hottest thing on two legs and also creative consulting. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.", "writing": "By and far, as most people know, Chicago is the Windy City. It's big, it's full of all kinds of people, and insofar as most of those people know, it's wholly unremarkable. Of course, if any of those people were to go to the right places looking for some darker fun than they can find at the usual bars or strip clubs, they might just find a club simply known as The Rabbit Hole.\n\nNow, despite it's name, there's no discrimination against species. The club has a very open 'taking all comers' policy, with the pun very seriously intended. The outside of the building is distinct in it's lack of remarkable features, it merely resembles a warehouse on the outside - albeit a warehouse with security, a line, and a sign above the doors proclaiming its name. Of course, it's not strictly legal what this club deals in, but the police get a discount and they're all too happy to turn a blind eye.\n\nThis club, inside, is hazy with miscellaneous smoke. The light is dim, though strobes pulse near the dance floor. On the stage, a rather large group of women is doing their thing, that thing specifically being one hell of an orgy. Carefully positioned cameras project a feed of it onto various screens around the bar - a packed bar no less, people ordering drinks or clinging to each other in passionate tangles. Felines, canines, lapines, equines, every species one can think of they can almost always find in The Rabbit Hole, depending of course on how deep they are willing to go.\n\nHowever, one end of the bar is decidedly sparsely populated. Resting on the underlit glass surface, a woman's elbows. She's sitting with her back to the bar, one leg crossed over the other. Her species, lapine. She raises a cigarette to her mouth, a long black stick held between two dark gray fingertips. \n\nThe dark gray fades to jet black along the length of her fingers. Her stomach and chest are light as well, an oval that fades in from black there is that same dark gray fur.\n\nThe woman's generous chest rises as she takes a deep drag and turns her red eyes to one of the hanging cages near by. Inside, a male dalmatian who happens to be blindfolded and gagged is absolutely pounding away at a lovely tigress. The woman clutches his leash, and his hot breath puffs out of small vents in the tight mask he wears. \n\nThe woman at the bar is, as far as women go, a very interesting one. Her leg is brought down then from the cross, and she holds them slightly apart, showing her tight latex panties - panties that are barely holding in a thick, throbbing cock - barely here meaning that it's lucky the panties go all the way up to the torso part of the outfit. She could of course go without the panties, but there's no fun in that.\n\nShe prefers to be pent up until she's good and ready.\n\nThe woman at the bar looks to one of the screens, amused by the intensity of the orgy.\n\nOf course, she ordered them to be passionate about it, but nonetheless they are really impressing her.\n\nA big male settles in next to her. She doesn't look to the rabbit, no. She's not concerned with him being there unless of course he has something to say.\n\n\"Um... ma'am?\" he says. She glances over. He looks somewhat like her, if only in terms of species. She is quite tall, him more average. Her fur black and gray, her eyes red, his tan and white with eyes as blue as the sky on a clear day - eyes that linger on her pent up hardness for a moment.\n\nShe ignores him from several seconds, letting him squirm, the smile on her face turning into a deep smirk. Her long ears, floppy and soft, twitch occasionally. Many piercings catch the light.\n\n\"What do you want, Kalvin? I'm busy resisting the urge to grab a slut and fuck him or her until they can't walk,\" she all but purrs to him. He shrinks back a little under her vaguely hungry gaze, recalling in flashes things previously done to him by her. His paw rises to his shoulder, massaging the scar tissue there from multiple deep bites before she started using a blade to reduce the damage on him.\n\n\"Lady Red, ma'am, Lindsay didn't show up for work. She called and specifically said there was some trouble with her... normal life,\" he replies, frowning nervously.\n\n\"Oh yes, I sometimes forget some people are fearful of others discovering their lifestyle,\" she drawls, taking another drag and exhaling a cloud to add to the haze above. She sits up a little straighter, and idly the man wonders how she can breathe wearing a crimson latex outfit that tight - and how she can stand being agonizingly hard with so much pressure on her cock. He also wonders how the hell she walks in boots like that, things he's sure are possibly meant for pony play.\n\nThe soles do have a horse shoe pattern on them.\n\nThe position they put her feet in, making her ass look outlandishly fantastic and her legs look...\n\nWell.\n\nMore of the same.\n\nThey climb to her thighs, gripping tight. The latex suit clinging to her torso is belted and buckled with black, set up like a tight if non-traditional corset. His eyes linger on her groin again, noting that if it weren't for the belts holding the panties up and tight to her, her tip would be poking out. As it is, the surface is slick with her fluids all down the clearly visible latex covered shaft, the pre weeping out between the panties and what covers her lower stomach.\n\t\n\"Yes, quite odd they would want to distance themselves from such a place in their everyday life,\" he answers. \"However, their sex drives are likely nowhere near your own. You shouldn't compare yourself to normal people, it's terribly unfair to them.\"\n\t\n\"I'm sure it is. You need to tell me, however, what the fuck you want, before I get the whip... or the flog... maybe the crop...\"\n\t\n\"S-Sorry ma'am! Right, um... we have a paying customer who requested that our absent employee er... do some very dark things. Unfortunately, all the others are already engaged,\" he explains.\n\t\nShe chuckles, sitting up straighter still and reaching for a glass on the bar. She sips the scotch, eyes flicking to a nearby table where a pair of gorgeous male wolves are having a rather violent fuck right on the surface while some people watch.\n\t\nThe hungry look in her eyes grows and her smirk becomes almost vicious.\n \n\"I see. Gender of customer, description, and so on... Answer the questions I shouldn't have had to ask,\" she says her last as she turns her gaze to him, eyes narrowing. The big man shivers, the ice cold look seeming to be a physical thing, seeming like he can still see those red eyes every time he blinks, glowing in the dark sightless seconds.\n\t\n\"Male, ma'am. Cute, feminine, small. A rabbit like us, uh... similar fur coloration to yours. Paid to be used... rather hard. And 'used' is the operative term. I assume you're aware that Lindsay is like you, ma'am... as in she has, well-\"\n\t\n\"-A big fat cock and no vagina, yes. I know. There's no one else available who has my mixture of equipment?\" \n\t\n\"Busy night, ma'am, they're all taken but one and even so, the only one available doesn't match the profile request and what he paid for - she prefers not to use her cock. He's in room twelve,\" he says, reaching up to adjust his tie. While most employees are required to dress slutty, she allows him to dress how he wishes simply because he has been here from the very beginning. She and he have worked quite hard to get this club where it is, and turn it into the ridiculously profitable business it has become. \n\t\n\"Then I'll take care of it,\" she says, rising. He risks her seeing his eyes roving up and down her body, pausing on her butt and the twitching little poofball tail and then again on her groin with it's blatantly obvious bulge, then once more on her chest. When he looks up, he jumps in surprise - those big red eyes are locked on his. \n\t\n\"You haven't earned having me again, yet, sweetie. If you're good, maybe next week I'll fuck you, pet,\" she murmurs, turning and sauntering off. His eyes are locked on her wide, swaying hips as she goes.\n\t\n\"G-God,\" he gasps when she's out of sight, slouching and taking a shaky breath. He reaches up and loosens his tie, unbuttons the top buttons on his shirt and lets his fingers rest on the little bell on the leather collar beneath. \"That poor bastard has no idea what he is in for... lucky...\"\n\t\nShe finishes her cigarette as she walks, snuffing it out on one of the many ashtrays standing in various places. Her boots click on the tile, her balance flawless and motions graceful. After so long with the boots on, she's just used to it.\n\t\nShe turns into a dim hallway.\n\t\nA woman stumbles down through the dimness, obviously drunk, and right into her. \n\t\nLady Red closes her paw around the smaller feline's throat and pushes her to the wall, leaning down until they are eye to eye. The Lady being quite tall is an understatement - nearly ten feet is downright abnormal.\n\t\nFor a long moment, all she does is hold the woman there. Their eyes remain locked together until the dark furred feline is absolutely shaking from head to toe.\n\t\nShe flinches when the woman in red licks up her cheek to her ear. \n\t\n\"Watch where the fuck you're going or I'll do things to you that will ruin you for life,\" she whispers. \n\t\nImmediately, she rises and releases the drunk. The woman slides down the wall, staring after her and wondering why she suddenly feels like she'd be willing to sleep with a woman though she never has before. Dully she realizes she just almost pissed off THE Lady Red and starts shaking even harder. It's not entirely a secret what the lady does to those who anger her.\n\t\nEach door is marked with a polished stainless steel number plate. The surfaces are black, smooth, the knobs bright in the dull light. Each door is thick, soundproofed - though some of them not quite as much as others. The muffled cries and noises of sex are a good draw for others. The air smells of incense and tobacco smoke barely covering the scents of dozens of couples or trios or groups doing what people do in a place like this.\n\t\nIt's like a drug, all the sex. Like an electric tingle in the air, like energy coursing through everything. It's a high, a high she can't live without. It's something to feed on.\n\t\nRoom twelve.\n\t\nThe knob turns and she pushes in, shuts it behind her.\n\t\n\"I always love room twelve,\" she says, just loudly enough to be heard over the music playing. Her voice after drinking and smoking for several hours is a little harsher than it typically is. Still, it strikes him as oddly familiar. \"It was the room I worked when I was still an active domme here, you know. Now, I am not Lindsay. You're getting a special treat boy... you're getting to play with Lady Red.\"\n\t\nHe's lying on the bed, her client, her charge. His frame is small and feminine, absolutely. As far as the woman can tell with him lying down, he's a solid four and a half to five feet shorter than she is. \n\t\nShe settles on the bed and watches him jump a little, let out a muffled noise that might be something like a whimper. She giggles.\n\t\n\"Oh my, little bunny all tiny and helpless...\" she trails off, reaching up to hook a finger through the ring on the collar around his neck. She drags him without warning to the floor, pulling him with surprising strength as he struggles even to manage a crawl across the cement, knees bruised on the hard surface.\n\t\nIt really is more of her dragging him than him moving on his own.\n\t\n\"Get on your knees, boy,\" she commands. \n\t\nEagerly, he complies, shifting to his hands and knees and keeping his head turned towards the floor despite the fact that he's masked and blind. She doesn't say a word, it's not necessary. He turns his head as if to try to see her when she walks behind, stops at a cabinet.\n\t\n\"I noticed your mask... leather. I'm a latex girl myself, but... in keeping with appearances, I think we'll go leather and metal for you,\" she murmurs, unconcerned whether or not he can hear her.\n\t\nHe can. He remains there on the ground, body trembling with excitement. His world is darkness, right now, and the scents of the room. Though as he's masked he mostly smells leather, there's the undertone of something else. Cigarette smoke, now, and perfume, and other scented smokes.\n\t\nHe squeaks in surprise when cold metal clamps around his ankles.\n\t\n\"Oh hush you,\" he hears the muffled voice say. \"You don't have permission to make a sound.\"\n\t\nHe almost whines and then forces himself to be silent as she handles him roughly.\n\t\nThe woman is amused. He's wearing nothing but the mask, the gag, the blindfold and now the cuffs binding his feet together. She straps his arms together next, using cuffs just above the elbows - before, of course, forcing his face to the floor. The two sets of cuffs are then linked together with a nice leather strap tightened so he cannot move, his arms pinned beneath him, leaving him curled up and immobile. \n\t\n\"There. Nice and proper, face to the floor like you belong,\" she tells him, running a pair of fingers gently down his spine and watching him shiver at the contact. \"Your fur looks just like mine. You could almost be my brother.\"\n\t\nIt's a joke of course. Her brother would never be into this.\n\t\nHe hears her boots clicking as she walks to the table. \n\t\nThere's a sheet of paper, a profile of yes or no options, what he wants and doesn't want. She runs her eyes down it, smile slowly growing. There's a sort of glint in her eyes as she walks to one of the four red walls of the room, peering at the things hanging on it.\n\t\nThe darkness blinding him is oppressive. \n\t\nShe selects her favorite thing to use on willing clients and walks to stand behind him.\n\t\n\"You are just a treat,\" she purrs, drawing her arm back, testing the weight of it, the way it moves when she moves her arm. \"You want so many things... dark, dark things. Little bunny slut, looking for someone to treat him like he deserves... Don't you worry little bunny. I'm going to hurt you.\"\n\t\nHe can't suppress a whimper.\n\t\nThere's a crack and a line of stinging pain on his back. \n\nHer cock gives a hard throb, smearing pre on the inside of her panties.\n\n\"God, I am so fucking hard right now,\" she drawls, chuckling evilly.\n\t\nThe one and only Lady Red draws back and brings the whip down again, and then again. She laughs, a high, bright laugh as she works his back over. Each and every time it impacts his body stiffens and then relaxes. \n\t\nShe continues the treatment, watching muscle tone visible on his lean body move as the pain hits him. By the tenth time the whip cracks he's at a constant tremble, straining against his restraints, whining and whimpering as much as he can.\n\t\nThe muffled noises bring an evil smile to her face.\n\t\n\"We'll make a game of this. I stop whipping you when you stop making noises. I did, after all, tell you not to make a sound,\" she says, voice cold.\n\t\nBy the time the next ten have hit, he's actively struggling.\n\t\nShe ups her game, whipping harder and faster. \n\t\nTen more, he's gasping for breath and sobbing quietly.\n\nShe lets out a sort of soft growl, entirely full of displeasure and surprisingly intimidating for her species. She drops to her knees and leans in close, right next to his ear.\n\t\n\"You listen to me, you little pain slut. I don't care if you like it or don't,\" she hisses, dragging sharpened if tiny bunny claws down his back, pressing in hard enough he feels them for sure. They run over the welts from the previous whip strikes, some of them picking up blood from a few bleeding spots. \"I said stop making noise. If you don't obey, I will leave you here for hours without any stimulation.\"\n\t\nHe tries to protest, but the sound is muffled. She licks the blood from her fingertips, staring at his shoulder. She can hear his heart pounding in his chest, smell the iron in the air. She resists her hungers, the desire to bite in hard and taste of his hot red.\n\t\nShe rises.\n\t\n\"Remember slut. Hours.\"\n\t\nThe first crack makes him gasp and shake, but there's no noise more than that. \n\t\nAmused, she ensures the second crack of the whip is much, much harder.\n\t\nHe stiffens, clearly resisting the urge to cry out into his gag.\n\t\nIt's impressive, she thinks. Very much so. The boy's done this sort of thing before for sure.\n\t\nShe gives the next her all.\n\t\nHe stiffens again, pulling tight against his bonds, but doesn't make a sound. The strikes leaves a welt that bleeds along much of its length.\n\t\nShe chuckles.\n\t\n\"Seven more...\"\n\t\nThere's almost no delay between the next strikes. Each one is quick, powerful, and shows her practiced skill. She doesn't tire easily and despite the fantastic curves she's cultivated on herself, the muscle tone and her strength is readily apparent.\n\t\nShe watches as he remains there shivering, waiting for any kind of sound for several long minutes.\n\t\nThe stinging pain is almost more than he can take. He remains still as he can, feeling the throbbing between his legs. He's sure she won't ignore it, she'll say something, do something.\n\t\nHe jumps a little when he feels her claws rake down his back again. She giggles evilly, a sound that sends shivers up and down his spine.\n\t\n\"Good boy... behaving so well,\" she whispers, right in his ear. \"You've earned a little reward.\"\n\t\nShe unhooks the leather from his feet and tugs it like a leash, dragging him to standing. From the looks of it, he's gone all weak in the knees and that just amuses her. His hands move to cover the pink shaft that is, at this point, fully visible.\n\t\nShe laughs and jerks at his arms again, uncuffs then, moves them behind his back and recuffs them with his arms pointed down.. He waits for her to say something, but she doesn't, not a word. She runs one finger up the underside of his cock, pausing to rub slow circles on the underside of the tip. He gasps for breath, knees threatening to give out. \n\t\n\"So hard... just from a whipping. Mine's bigger though,\" she murmurs, raising the finger to her mouth. Her pink tongue darts out to taste of him and she smiles again. \"You taste fantastic, little slut. Oh! I know, that's what's got you so turned on isn't it? Calling you a little slut? You can nod, or shake your head. Do neither, and gosh... I won't ever touch your cute little cock again. Oh and... make a noise for me. A cute one.\"\n\t\nHe obliges with a little whine, nodding fast.\n\t\nShe giggles and runs her finger up the underside, leaning down.\n\t\n\"I can keep you on the edge for hours, little bunny. I can bring you to the point you cry at a single touch to your tip. You really should have paid for more than an hour,\" she says softly, feeling his cock throb and jump as he hears her words. He can't shake the feeling he's heard her voice before, just as she can't shake the odd sensation of familiarity she feels for him. \"You're lucky though, slut. I want to fuck you. Me, I've got a thing for the tiny ones...\"\n\t\nShe grips his shaft, gives it a long, slow stroke, and then another, watching him tremble and nearly drop to his knees. He whines again, the noise muffled but definitely louder.\n\t\nShe draws her cigarettes from the pocket on her right leg strap and pulls one free, lights it up.\n\nShe looks back at him, then at the sheet, then at the things on the wall.\n\t\n\"You get so excited by me saying I want to fuck you,\" she purrs, slowly rubbing at her bulge. \"But it's not what you think... see, this here, this isn't about me. It's about you and the things I want to do to you. You get so excited, thinking you get to be inside me...\"\n\t\nAfter she trails off, she loosens the straps holding her latex panties on. Unlike most suits, this one is custom made, designed to be modular with ease - relatively speaking.\n\t\nRegardless, she works them down over her boots, smirking, and then stands behind him, resting her thick cock on top of his head. Red metal piercings glint on the pink tip, and a series of bars run down the underside. As far as cocks go, it borders on impressive, if even a little shocking.\n\t\n\"Get the hell on your knees,\" she growls. He has no time to react when she pushes the back of his knee with her boot. He drops hard, squeaking in surprise as he hits the cement. Again, before he can react, she's gripping his ears and using them to force his face between her thighs.\n\t\nShe holds him in place, her cock mashed against his face, throbbing and wet and smearing pre all over his mask. Her balls all but block his breathing vents. They're nice and big, full of cum, sore from a night of watching others and doing nothing about her own arousal.\n\n\"You haven't earned me, slut. You don't get to fuck me. Perhaps if you come again... many times, maybe some day I'll let you give it one lick, but until then...\" she trails off, releasing him, looking down with pleasure visible on her face at the wetness left on the end of his leather wrapped muzzle. She draws back and presses her tip to the vents, pre leaking out into them. \"Until then, I'm going to fuck you, and I mean I am going to jam my cock in your tight little ass. Now... Move, and I will be very, very angry.\"\n\t\nHe remains still, trembling. Her scent is his entire world at the moment, other than the concrete floor below and the soreness that's growing on his likely bruised knees. She watches for any movement beyond the shaking, eyes falling on his hardness. It jumps and throbs and twitches, pre leaking from the tip to drip onto his thighs and the floor. \n\nShe grabs the leather strap from before and hooks it to his collar, using it as a leash.\n\t\n\"Get up, bunny bitch, come on! Don't make me wait!\"\n\t\nHe jumps at her sharp shout, staggering to his feet, unbalanced without the use of his arms. His poof ball tail flicks about with nervous excitement. She drags him to the bed, lays back on it. The black sheets and the crimson comforter look almost made to match what remains of her outfit. She works her paw up and down her shaft, smearing her impressive amount of wetness all over it.\n\t\n\"Now here is what you are going to do, bitch,\" she hisses, making him stumble and fall onto the bed with a vicious tug of his leash. He winds up face first hitting the thick cock, smearing slickness on his mask. \"You will work your little ass down on that, and you will ride it for as long as I like. If you're lucky, I'll touch you while you do it.\"\n\t\nHe whines loudly, scrambling to get his legs on the bed and then struggling to position himself without his arms. \n\t\nShe is happy to wait, to tease. \n\t\n\"Look at you. Blind, gagged, whining for my cock in your ass... shaking with need, rock hard and throbbing...\" she trails off, taking a drag on her cigarette and then flicking the ash into a tray. She exhales it right at his face, smirking as he coughs. It takes him a minute or two of humiliating trial and error to find a good spot.\n\t\nHe works back, pressing down against the tip, and whines. Her cigarette is set between her lips and her paws fall on his hips, gripping tight, claws digging in just enough for him to feel it.\n\t\nHe works slow, pressing the well lubricated tip inside, working down the first inch of it as it spreads him open. For a moment, he thinks she's going to be nice and let him take his time.\n\t\nHowever, the lady in red is an expert. She knows just when he's thinking he's going to be able to go slow.\n\t\nHer grip tightens, her claws dig in, and she bucks her hips upwards while dragging him roughly downward. A whine of satisfaction passes her lips.\n\t\nHis cry of shock and pleasure mixed with pain is muffled by his mask, but it's music to her ears. \n\t\nHe whimpers and shakes, gasping for breath. She lets him have a moment, working her hips, grinding against him, forcing her thick cock and piercings against his inner walls. It's clear that he's not used to taking cocks quite as large as hers, from how tight he is and how his body reacts to her violent intrusions. His warm balls are pressed to her groin. As she grinds, his cock gives a powerful throb and a spurt of pre lands on her latex on her stomach.\n\t\nShe has to give the boy credit...\n\t\nFor being such a small one, he's actually pretty decent sized.\n\t\nShe tugs his leash, reaching up to pull her cigarette free and tap the ash off before taking another drag and exhaling at his face again.\n\t\n\"Ride me, you fucking slut,\" she growls. \"Ride me like it's the only thing in the world that matters, because right now... It is!\"\n\t\nHe squeaks in shock as she bucks her hips, tugging at his leash roughly to spur him into action. After getting his balance back, he works himself up as much as he can manage and then pushes back down. She bucks against his downward motion, forcing it in to the hilt again. It's all she can do to restrain her loud, gasping moans and keep herself under control. She has to maintain the image, make sure he knows who is boss.\n\n\"Come on bunny slut! Faster!\" she shouts.\n\t\nHe struggles to set a pace, dragging himself up and then pressing down again faster and faster. Gradually, he begins to adjust, to loosen. She watches with amusement, her hips never stopping their upward slamming every time he comes down. Her thick pre pumps into him in hard spurts, adding to the natural lubrication.\n\t\nRabbits are, after all, famous for their stamina - and she's had lots and lots of time to build that stamina to legendary levels.\n\t\nShe finishes her cigarette and grinds it out, grabbing the leash with both hands.\n\t\n\"Faster! I want to ruin your ass, not give it a massage!\" she roars.\n\t\nWith a whine, he obliges. She feels the heat off his body and the glorious heat inside, watches the pre pooling on her stomach then running off the sides or down, soaking into the fur of her groin. The boy has either had a hell of a long wait for an orgasm, or putting something inside him just makes him leak uncontrollably.\n\t\nShe runs her fingers through it and sucks them clean, shivering.\n\t\nShe's going to have to fill his ass with cum, she decides. No way she can resist. He's just too damn cute, with his wide hips and the dusty gray oval of fur on his stomach that's not unlike her own...\n\t\nShe can't resist running her paw down, slicking it with his own juices and then gripping his shaft as he rides her hard and fast. She's grown adept at telling when the subbier males are close. Every stroke makes him shiver and gasp desperately for breath, drags small whimpers and whines from him. \n\t\n\"Harder! Faster! Fucking now!\"\n\t\nHe redoubles his efforts and so does she, violently bucking up into him as he powerfully slams down on her. It's all she can do to keep a slow pace on his cock, feeling him getting closer to the ragged edge. His breathing comes in quick, sharp gasps. His muscles tense.\n\t\n\"Stop!\" she cries, her hips stopping all motion. She quickly moves her paws to his hips, holding him. She's right on the edge of a shocking orgasm.\n\t\nHe whines and squirms and she can hear him starting to sob with desperation.\n\t\nAll she can think is one word.\n\t\nPerfect.\n\t\nHer paw falls on the leash and she drags him down to her, reaches behind and works the pin loose on the cuffs, dragging them off.\n\t\n\"You will do as I say,\" she orders, glaring as he lets his paws fall limp at his sides. \"I will stay inside you, and I will fill your tight little butt up with my cum. You will ride me nice and slow, and you will cum when I order it! Stroke yourself slow!\" \n\t\nHe nods rapidly, the motion moving his entire body and sending tiny shocks of pleasure running through her. She works a paw upwards to her chest, pushing her breasts free of her top so she can pinch and stroke at one lovely pink nipple with its gleaming red bar piercing.\n\t\nShe can smell his scent so strongly. It sends electric tingles up and down her spine as he starts to work up and down, nice and slow, dragging her little by little right to the edge of finishing.\n\t\n\"If you cum before I tell you to, bitch, you're going to regret it,\" she says in a dark, deeply amused tone.\n\t\nHe strokes slow, just as he was told. An idea strikes her, one that makes her giggle with delight.\n\t\nHe continues his hip work. The boy is skilled, she realizes, doing everything he can to make her pleasure more.\n\t\nHe whimpers softly, clearly holding back. Spurts of pre regularly dampen her fur or run off her latex onto the bed.\n\t\n\"No. You do not cum yet. In fact, get your damn paws out of the way slut. Unzip the back of your mask, untie your blindfold, unhook your gag - but keep them in!\" he jumps at the sudden shout of her last. \"You will remove them right as you cum, and look right in my eyes as you splatter all over my face.\"\n\t\nShe watches his arms raise, his lean body a delight to observe.\n\t\nShe works her own hips now, seeing the motions of his hardness and how it twitches and throbs. She's found the spot and she knows the pressure to apply, how fast to stroke with just an index finger and thumb.\n\t\nAnother evil idea strikes her.\n\t\n\"What's the matter, bunny bitch? You want to cum...? I can't just let you do that,\" she says, grinding nice and hard. \"I can't even justify calling you a bunny boy, in my head that is. You're a little, slutty bunny girl... aren't you?\"\n\t\nHe whines then, loudly, his entire body stiffening. She giggles, only just barely touching his cock now as she runs her fingers slowly up and down. \n\t\n\"What's wrong, bunny girl? Are you embarrassed...?\" she teases, slowing further. \"Are you, you little slut? Because you ought to be. You and your girly hips and your cute little cock ought to be so humiliated your face burns under your fur!\"\n\t\nIn fact, it is. He's blushing so hard it hurts, and his cheeks are soaked with tears. His breathing is now a mixture of whining sobs and sharp gasps. \n\t\nFinally, she decides, it's time.\n\t\n\"God, just cum for me you fucking slut,\" she hisses, wrapping her paw around his shaft and stroking hard and fast. She rams her hips up in a blur of thrusting suddenly and then slows again, letting out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm pushes thick spurt after thick spurt of her cum into his depths, filling him with the impressive, possibly abnormal volume. The orgasm is lasting and powerful.\n\t\nHis body stiffens and he drags the mask off, the gag, the blind fold and casts them aside. A loud cry of pleasure and relief passes his lips and thick ropes of hot cum spurt from his cock as she rapidly pumps it. Her mouth is open, waiting. The range the cum travels, most of it landing on her face and in her hair, some on her chest, is shocking.\n\t\nThey both stare at each other, going completely still.\n\t\nExpressions of lust turn into expressions of abject horror.\n\t\nSilence falls save for his exhausted panting.\n\t\nA full minute passes in silence with them both wide eyed and open mouthed.\n\t\nShe swallows what of his cum landed in her mouth and then returns to staring.\n\t\nFinally, he manages to say something.\n\t\n\"... J-Jane...?\"\n\t\n\"Little... little brother? J-Julian?\"\n\t\nHe rolls off of her almost immediately, knees to the floor. He reaches back, feeling with horror the cum leaking from his well used tailhole. \n\t\n\"Oh god, oh god, oh god,\" he whispers, working the pin free on his ankle cuffs. His heart is pounding and not just from the exertion. His back stings when he moves. He reaches for the bag under the bed with his clothes and a towel in it and starts to clean himself off, still murmuring 'oh god' over and over.\n\t\nJane stares at the ceiling, shaking.\n\t\n\"... just... whipped my little brother... then...\" her trembling fingers touch the cum on her face. \"Oh... oh god... oh god I came inside my l-little brother oh god...\"\n\t\nThe little bunny rises, tugging his pants up fast, working on a t-shirt, tossing the mask, gag and blindfold into the bag. She stares at him as he struggles into socks, then ties boots up around his footpaws and all but runs to the door.\n\t\nHe pauses by the exit and turns, looks back. Their eyes meet.\n\t\nHe flees, running down the hall. Security watches him push through the crowd of dancers and makes to move but he rushes right to the exit and forces his way out into the night.\n\t\nJane sprints after him still with cum on her face, still without panties on, cock still hard and dripping on the floor.\n\t\n\"Kalvin! Stop him!\" she shouts. The big man blinks and looks over. His eyes widen.\n\t\n\"Ma'am, wh-\" he begins.\n\t\n\"Where did he go!? The little bunny boy!?\" she demands, breathless.\n\t\n\"He's... gone. He ran off to the exit\"\n\t\n\"Fuck, fuck, fuck!\" she shouts, hands rising to her head. She tugs free the ties and clips keeping her brilliantly dyed red hair out, letting it fall messily about her shoulders. \"Get the fuck in my office!\"\n\t\nHe follows her, shaking a little bit. They walk down that same hall, all the way to the end. The last door is marked 'employees only.'\n\t\nThey pass through it after she swipes an ID Card. In another, smaller hallway they pass doors leading to showers and dressing areas. A few of the working girls in the hall get in the way and she shoves them aside carelessly, stalking to her office door and unlocking it with the same ID card.\n\t\nBoth step inside.\n\t\nShe reaches up and grabs him by his short gray hair, heaves and sends him sprawling to the floor.\n\t\n\"Crawl! Crawl and undress and wait by my desk!\" she commands.\n\t\n\"Y-Yes mistress.\"\n\t\nWith that taken care of, she stalks to her liquor cabinet and throws it open. \n\t\nFrom inside, she pulls a bottle of scotch.\n\t\nHer desk has its own cigarette pack sitting next to the keyboard. She settles into the chair and grabs hold of her employee's hair, drags him in between her legs.\n\t\n\"I swear to god if you don't make me cum so hard I shake afterwards, I'll whip you within an inch of your life,\" she hisses.\n\t\nOf course, she's exaggerating.\n\t\nBut, he'd love it if she wasn't.\n\t\nShe lets out a moan as he starts working, his skillful and practiced tongue running circles around her tip before he works his way down the shaft and takes every inch, grinding his nose into her fur, savoring the sensation of her in his throat.\n\t\nHer hands tremble as she lights a cigarette and takes a drag.\n\t\n\"Oh god... why am I so fucking turned on...?\" she asks no one in particular. \"My own... my own brother...\"\n\t\nThree blocks north, Julian fumbles his keys.\n\t\nHe's panting hard, having sprinted at a breakneck pace. He drops them to the dull gray carpet, scoops them up, and finds the right one.\n\t\nThe air inside is cold.\n\t\nJust what he needs.\n\t\nHe pulls his clothing off, shaking so hard he can barely hold onto anything. Each breath is accompanied by a confused whine on the rapid exhale. He stalks to the kitchen, tears the fridge open and pulls out a beer. For a long minute he struggles with the twist cap, then he gets it off and tilts the cold thing to his mouth. His bag is over his shoulder.\n\t\nThe empty bottle hits the trash can a moment later and he jogs to the bathroom, desperately climbs in the shower and turns the water on.\n\t\nThe heat stings in the places on his back that his skin was broken by the whip. He sinks down onto his hands and knees. Her scent...\n\t\nIt's all over him. Even with the steam rising and his fur soaking through, he can smell her.\n\t\nShe raises her hand to her face, inhaling softly and shivering, letting her eyes flutter shut. \n\t\n\"D-Don't fucking stop b-brother...\" she gasps.\n\t\n\"W-Wha-\" Kalvin starts to ask, but he's choked off by a paw gripping his hair and forcing his muzzle down tight against her again. He goes to work immediately.\n\t\nJulian scrambles for the edge of the tub and out to grab the bag. Fast as he can he unzips it, draws the mask painted with her scent out and raises it to his face, inhales softly.\n\t\n\"G-God damn it sis...\" he mutters, reaching down to the already hard cock - hard thanks to that delightful bunny stamina. \"Fucking... g-god damn it...\"\n\t\nHe grips his shaft tight, working his paw up and down, closing his eyes.\n\t\nFor a pair of long minutes, the two so far apart remain locked in the bliss before their separate finishes.\n\t\nJulian cries out, back arching as his cock throbs and pulses, more of that think bunny cum spurting out into the tub.\n\t\nShortly after, his sister throws her head back and lets out a loud cry that is almost a very unrabbit like howl. Kalvin feels her muscles tense, her back arch. She drags on his hair, pulling his head back and emptying a second huge load all over his eager, waiting face.\n\t\nBoth of them remain still, panting softly. One is licked slowly as she basks in afterglow, the other strokes softly, riding out the pleasure.\n\t\nAlmost at the same time, they both speak.\n\t\n\"... god, I need to do her again.\"\n\t\n\"Fuck... need to... just fuck him until he can't walk...\"\n\t\nThey both stare upwards at the ceiling, unsure what they're going to find as they go deeper down the rabbit hole.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By and far, as most people know, Chicago is the Windy City. It's big, it's full of all kinds of people, and insofar as most of those people know, it's wholly unremarkable. Of course, if any of those people were to go to the right places looking for some darker fun than they can find at the usual bars or strip clubs, they might just find a club simply known as The Rabbit Hole.

Now, despite it's name, there's no discrimination against species. The club has a very open 'taking all comers' policy, with the pun very seriously intended. The outside of the building is distinct in it's lack of remarkable features, it merely resembles a warehouse on the outside - albeit a warehouse with security, a line, and a sign above the doors proclaiming its name. Of course, it's not strictly legal what this club deals in, but the police get a discount and they're all too happy to turn a blind eye.

This club, inside, is hazy with miscellaneous smoke. The light is dim, though strobes pulse near the dance floor. On the stage, a rather large group of women is doing their thing, that thing specifically being one hell of an orgy. Carefully positioned cameras project a feed of it onto various screens around the bar - a packed bar no less, people ordering drinks or clinging to each other in passionate tangles. Felines, canines, lapines, equines, every species one can think of they can almost always find in The Rabbit Hole, depending of course on how deep they are willing to go.

However, one end of the bar is decidedly sparsely populated. Resting on the underlit glass surface, a woman's elbows. She's sitting with her back to the bar, one leg crossed over the other. Her species, lapine. She raises a cigarette to her mouth, a long black stick held between two dark gray fingertips.

The dark gray fades to jet black along the length of her fingers. Her stomach and chest are light as well, an oval that fades in from black there is that same dark gray fur.

The woman's generous chest rises as she takes a deep drag and turns her red eyes to one of the hanging cages near by. Inside, a male dalmatian who happens to be blindfolded and gagged is absolutely pounding away at a lovely tigress. The woman clutches his leash, and his hot breath puffs out of small vents in the tight mask he wears.

The woman at the bar is, as far as women go, a very interesting one. Her leg is brought down then from the cross,  and she holds them slightly apart, showing her tight latex panties - panties that are barely holding in a thick, throbbing cock - barely here meaning that it's lucky the panties go all the way up to the torso part of the outfit. She could of course go without the panties, but there's no fun in that.

She prefers to be pent up until she's good and ready.

The woman at the bar looks to one of the screens, amused by the intensity of the orgy.

Of course, she ordered them to be passionate about it, but nonetheless they are really impressing her.

A big male settles in next to her. She doesn't look to the rabbit, no. She's not concerned with him being there unless of course he has something to say.

"Um... ma'am?" he says. She glances over. He looks somewhat like her, if only in terms of species. She is quite tall, him more average. Her fur black and gray, her eyes red, his tan and white with eyes as blue as the sky on a clear day - eyes that linger on her pent up hardness for a moment.

She ignores him from several seconds, letting him squirm, the smile on her face turning into a deep smirk. Her long ears, floppy and soft, twitch occasionally. Many piercings catch the light.

"What do you want, Kalvin? I'm busy resisting the urge to grab a slut and fuck him or her until they can't walk," she all but purrs to him. He shrinks back a little under her vaguely hungry gaze, recalling in flashes things previously done to him by her. His paw rises to his shoulder, massaging the scar tissue there from multiple deep bites before she started using a blade to reduce the damage on him.

"Lady Red, ma'am, Lindsay didn't show up for work. She called and specifically said there was some trouble with her... normal life," he replies, frowning nervously.

"Oh yes, I sometimes forget some people are fearful of others discovering their lifestyle," she drawls, taking another drag and exhaling a cloud to add to the haze above. She sits up a little straighter, and idly the man wonders how she can breathe wearing a crimson latex outfit that tight - and how she can stand being agonizingly hard with so much pressure on her cock. He also wonders how the hell she walks in boots like that, things he's sure are possibly meant for pony play.

The soles do have a horse shoe pattern on them.

The position they put her feet in, making her ass look outlandishly fantastic and her legs look...

Well.

More of the same.

They climb to her thighs, gripping tight. The latex suit clinging to her torso is belted and buckled with black, set up like a tight if non-traditional corset. His eyes linger on her groin again, noting that if it weren't for the belts holding the panties up and tight to her, her tip would be poking out. As it is, the surface is slick with her fluids all down the clearly visible latex covered shaft, the pre weeping out between the panties and what covers her lower stomach.
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"Yes, quite odd they would want to distance themselves from such a place in their everyday life," he answers. "However, their sex drives are likely nowhere near your own. You shouldn't compare yourself to normal people, it's terribly unfair to them."
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"I'm sure it is. You need to tell me, however, what the fuck you want, before I get the whip... or the flog... maybe the crop..."
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"S-Sorry ma'am! Right, um... we have a paying customer who requested that our absent employee er... do some very dark things. Unfortunately, all the others are already engaged," he explains.
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She chuckles, sitting up straighter still and reaching for a glass on the bar. She sips the scotch, eyes flicking to a nearby table where a pair of gorgeous male wolves are having a rather violent fuck right on the surface while some people watch.
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The hungry look in her eyes grows and her smirk becomes almost vicious.
 
"I see. Gender of customer, description, and so on... Answer the questions I shouldn't have had to ask," she says her last as she turns her gaze to him, eyes narrowing. The big man shivers, the ice cold look seeming to be a physical thing, seeming like he can still see those red eyes every time he blinks, glowing in the dark sightless seconds.
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"Male, ma'am. Cute, feminine, small. A rabbit like us, uh... similar fur coloration to yours. Paid to be used... rather hard. And 'used' is the operative term. I assume you're aware that Lindsay is like you, ma'am... as in she has, well-"
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"-A big fat cock and no vagina, yes. I know. There's no one else available who has my mixture of equipment?"
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"Busy night, ma'am, they're all taken but one and even so, the only one available doesn't match the profile request and what he paid for - she prefers not to use her cock. He's in room twelve," he says, reaching up to adjust his tie. While most employees are required to dress slutty, she allows him to dress how he wishes simply because he has been here from the very beginning. She and he have worked quite hard to get this club where it is, and turn it into the ridiculously profitable business it has become.
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"Then I'll take care of it," she says, rising. He risks her seeing his eyes roving up and down her body, pausing on her butt and the twitching little poofball tail and then again on her groin with it's blatantly obvious bulge, then once more on her chest. When he looks up, he jumps in surprise - those big red eyes are locked on his.
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"You haven't earned having me again, yet, sweetie. If you're good, maybe next week I'll fuck you, pet," she murmurs, turning and sauntering off. His eyes are locked on her wide, swaying hips as she goes.
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"G-God," he gasps when she's out of sight, slouching and taking a shaky breath. He reaches up and loosens his tie, unbuttons the top buttons on his shirt and lets his fingers rest on the little bell on the leather collar beneath. "That poor bastard has no idea what he is in for... lucky..."
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She finishes her cigarette as she walks, snuffing it out on one of the many ashtrays standing in various places. Her boots click on the tile, her balance flawless and motions graceful. After so long with the boots on, she's just used to it.
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She turns into a dim hallway.
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A woman stumbles down through the dimness, obviously drunk, and right into her.
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Lady Red closes her paw around the smaller feline's throat and pushes her to the wall, leaning down until they are eye to eye. The Lady being quite tall is an understatement - nearly ten feet is downright abnormal.
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For a long moment, all she does is hold the woman there. Their eyes remain locked together until the dark furred feline is absolutely shaking from head to toe.
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She flinches when the woman in red licks up her cheek to her ear.
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"Watch where the fuck you're going or I'll do things to you that will ruin you for life," she whispers.
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Immediately, she rises and releases the drunk. The woman slides down the wall, staring after her and wondering why she suddenly feels like she'd be willing to sleep with a woman though she never has before. Dully she realizes she just almost pissed off THE Lady Red and starts shaking even harder. It's not entirely a secret what the lady does to those who anger her.
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Each door is marked with a polished stainless steel number plate. The surfaces are black, smooth, the knobs bright in the dull light. Each door is thick, soundproofed - though some of them not quite as much as others. The muffled cries and noises of sex are a good draw for others. The air smells of incense and tobacco smoke barely covering the scents of dozens of couples or trios or groups doing what people do in a place like this.
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It's like a drug, all the sex. Like an electric tingle in the air, like energy coursing through everything. It's a high, a high she can't live without. It's something to feed on.
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Room twelve.
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The knob turns and she pushes in, shuts it behind her.
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"I always love room twelve," she says, just loudly enough to be heard over the music playing. Her voice after drinking and smoking for several hours is a little harsher than it typically is. Still, it strikes him as oddly familiar. "It was the room I worked when I was still an active domme here, you know. Now, I am not Lindsay. You're getting a special treat boy... you're getting to play with Lady Red."
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He's lying on the bed, her client, her charge. His frame is small and feminine, absolutely. As far as the woman can tell with him lying down, he's a solid four and a half to five feet shorter than she is.
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She settles on the bed and watches him jump a little, let out a muffled noise that might be something like a whimper. She giggles.
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"Oh my, little bunny all tiny and helpless..." she trails off, reaching up to hook a finger through the ring on the collar around his neck. She drags him without warning to the floor, pulling him with surprising strength as he struggles even to manage a crawl across the cement, knees bruised on the hard surface.
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It really is more of her dragging him than him moving on his own.
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"Get on your knees, boy," she commands.
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Eagerly, he complies, shifting to his hands and knees and keeping his head turned towards the floor despite the fact that he's masked and blind. She doesn't say a word, it's not necessary. He turns his head as if to try to see her when she walks behind, stops at a cabinet.
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"I noticed your mask... leather. I'm a latex girl myself, but... in keeping with appearances, I think we'll go leather and metal for you," she murmurs, unconcerned whether or not he can hear her.
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He can. He remains there on the ground, body trembling with excitement. His world is darkness, right now, and the scents of the room. Though as he's masked he mostly smells leather, there's the undertone of something else. Cigarette smoke, now, and perfume, and other scented smokes.
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He squeaks in surprise when cold metal clamps around his ankles.
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"Oh hush you," he hears the muffled voice say. "You don't have permission to make a sound."
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He almost whines and then forces himself to be silent as she handles him roughly.
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The woman is amused. He's wearing nothing but the mask, the gag, the blindfold and now the cuffs binding his feet together. She straps his arms together next, using cuffs just above the elbows  - before, of course, forcing his face to the floor. The two sets of cuffs are then linked together with a nice leather strap tightened so he cannot move, his arms pinned beneath him, leaving him curled up and immobile.
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"There. Nice and proper, face to the floor like you belong," she tells him, running a pair of fingers gently down his spine and watching him shiver at the contact. "Your fur looks just like mine. You could almost be my brother."
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It's a joke of course. Her brother would never be into this.
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He hears her boots clicking as she walks to the table.
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There's a sheet of paper, a profile of yes or no options, what he wants and doesn't want. She runs her eyes down it, smile slowly growing. There's a sort of glint in her eyes as she walks to one of the four red walls of the room, peering at the things hanging on it.
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The darkness blinding him is oppressive.
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She selects her favorite thing to use on willing clients and walks to stand behind him.
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"You are just a treat," she purrs, drawing her arm back, testing the weight of it, the way it moves when she moves her arm. "You want so many things... dark, dark things. Little bunny slut, looking for someone to treat him like he deserves... Don't you worry little bunny. I'm going to hurt you."
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He can't suppress a whimper.
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There's a crack and a line of stinging pain on his back.

Her cock gives a hard throb, smearing pre on the inside of her panties.

"God, I am so fucking hard right now," she drawls, chuckling evilly.
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The one and only Lady Red draws back and brings the whip down again, and then again. She laughs, a high, bright laugh as she works his back over. Each and every time it impacts his body stiffens and then relaxes.
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She continues the treatment, watching muscle tone visible on his lean body move as the pain hits him. By the tenth time the whip cracks he's at a constant tremble, straining against his restraints, whining and whimpering as much as he can.
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The muffled noises bring an evil smile to her face.
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"We'll make a game of this. I stop whipping you when you stop making noises. I did, after all, tell you not to make a sound," she says, voice cold.
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By the time the next ten have hit, he's actively struggling.
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She ups her game, whipping harder and faster.
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Ten more, he's gasping for breath and sobbing quietly.

She lets out a sort of soft growl, entirely full of displeasure and surprisingly intimidating for her species. She drops to her knees and leans in close, right next to his ear.
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"You listen to me, you little pain slut. I don't care if you like it or don't," she hisses, dragging sharpened if tiny bunny claws down his back, pressing in hard enough he feels them for sure. They run over the welts from the previous whip strikes, some of them picking up blood from a few bleeding spots. "I said stop making noise. If you don't obey, I will leave you here for hours without any stimulation."
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He tries to protest, but the sound is muffled. She licks the blood from her fingertips, staring at his shoulder. She can hear his heart pounding in his chest, smell the iron in the air. She resists her hungers, the desire to bite in hard and taste of his hot red.
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She rises.
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"Remember slut. Hours."
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The first crack makes him gasp and shake, but there's no noise more than that.
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Amused, she ensures the second crack of the whip is much, much harder.
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He stiffens, clearly resisting the urge to cry out into his gag.
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It's impressive, she thinks. Very much so. The boy's done this sort of thing before for sure.
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She gives the next her all.
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He stiffens again, pulling tight against his bonds, but doesn't make a sound. The strikes leaves a welt that bleeds along much of its length.
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She chuckles.
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"Seven more..."
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There's almost no delay between the next strikes. Each one is quick, powerful, and shows her practiced skill. She doesn't tire easily and despite the fantastic curves she's cultivated on herself, the muscle tone and her strength is readily apparent.
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She watches as he remains there shivering, waiting for any kind of sound for several long minutes.
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The stinging pain is almost more than he can take. He remains still as he can, feeling the throbbing between his legs. He's sure she won't ignore it, she'll say something, do something.
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He jumps a little when he feels her claws rake down his back again. She giggles evilly, a sound that sends shivers up and down his spine.
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"Good boy... behaving so well," she whispers, right in his ear. "You've earned a little reward."
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She unhooks the leather from his feet and tugs it like a leash, dragging him to standing. From the looks of it, he's gone all weak in the knees and that just amuses her. His hands move to cover the pink shaft that is, at this point, fully visible.
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She laughs and jerks at his arms again, uncuffs then, moves them behind his back and recuffs them with his arms pointed down.. He waits for her to say something, but she doesn't, not a word. She runs one finger up the underside of his cock, pausing to rub slow circles on the underside of the tip. He gasps for breath, knees threatening to give out.
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"So hard... just from a whipping. Mine's bigger though," she murmurs, raising the finger to her mouth. Her pink tongue darts out to taste of him and she smiles again. "You taste fantastic, little slut. Oh! I know, that's what's got you so turned on isn't it? Calling you a little slut? You can nod, or shake your head. Do neither, and gosh... I won't ever touch your cute little cock again. Oh and... make a noise for me. A cute one."
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He obliges with a little whine, nodding fast.
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She giggles and runs her finger up the underside, leaning down.
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"I can keep you on the edge for hours, little bunny. I can bring you to the point you cry at a single touch to your tip. You really should have paid for more than an hour," she says softly, feeling his cock throb and jump as he hears her words. He can't shake the feeling he's heard her voice before, just as she can't shake the odd sensation of familiarity she feels for him. "You're lucky though, slut. I want to fuck you. Me, I've got a thing for the tiny ones..."
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She grips his shaft, gives it a long, slow stroke, and then another, watching him tremble and nearly drop to his knees. He whines again, the noise muffled but definitely louder.
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She draws her cigarettes from the pocket on her right leg strap and pulls one free, lights it up.

She looks back at him, then at the sheet, then at the things on the wall.
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"You get so excited by me saying I want to fuck you," she purrs, slowly rubbing at her bulge. "But it's not what you think... see, this here, this isn't about me. It's about you and the things I want to do to you. You get so excited, thinking you get to be inside me..."
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After she trails off, she loosens the straps holding her latex panties on. Unlike most suits, this one is custom made, designed to be modular with ease - relatively speaking.
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Regardless, she works them down over her boots, smirking, and then stands behind him, resting her thick cock on top of his head. Red metal piercings glint on the pink tip, and a series of bars run down the underside. As far as cocks go, it borders on impressive, if even a little shocking.
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"Get the hell on your knees," she growls. He has no time to react when she pushes the back of his knee with her boot. He drops hard, squeaking in surprise as he hits the cement. Again, before he can react, she's gripping his ears and using them to force his face between her thighs.
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She holds him in place, her cock mashed against his face, throbbing and wet and smearing pre all over his mask. Her balls all but block his breathing vents. They're nice and big, full of cum, sore from a night of watching others and doing nothing about her own arousal.

"You haven't earned me, slut. You don't get to fuck me. Perhaps if you come again... many times, maybe some day I'll let you give it one lick, but until then..." she trails off, releasing him, looking down with pleasure visible on her face at the wetness left on the end of his leather wrapped muzzle. She draws back and presses her tip to the vents, pre leaking out into them. "Until then, I'm going to fuck you, and I mean I am going to jam my cock in your tight little ass. Now... Move, and I will be very, very angry."
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He remains still, trembling. Her scent is his entire world at the moment, other than the concrete floor below and the soreness that's growing on his likely bruised knees. She watches for any movement beyond the shaking, eyes falling on his hardness. It jumps and throbs and twitches, pre leaking from the tip to drip onto his thighs and the floor.

She grabs the leather strap from before and hooks it to his collar, using it as a leash.
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"Get up, bunny bitch, come on! Don't make me wait!"
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He jumps at her sharp shout, staggering to his feet, unbalanced without the use of his arms. His poof ball tail flicks about with nervous excitement. She drags him to the bed, lays back on it. The black sheets and the crimson comforter look almost made to match what remains of her outfit. She works her paw up and down her shaft, smearing her impressive amount of wetness all over it.
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"Now here is what you are going to do, bitch," she hisses, making him stumble and fall onto the bed with a vicious tug of his leash. He winds up face first hitting the thick cock, smearing slickness on his mask. "You will work your little ass down on that, and you will ride it for as long as I like. If you're lucky, I'll touch you while you do it."
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He whines loudly, scrambling to get his legs on the bed and then struggling to position himself without his arms.
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She is happy to wait, to tease.
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"Look at you. Blind, gagged, whining for my cock in your ass... shaking with need, rock hard and throbbing..." she trails off, taking a drag on her cigarette and then flicking the ash into a tray. She exhales it right at his face, smirking as he coughs. It takes him a minute or two of humiliating trial and error to find a good spot.
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He works back, pressing down against the tip, and whines. Her cigarette is set between her lips and her paws fall on his hips, gripping tight, claws digging in just enough for him to feel it.
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He works slow, pressing the well lubricated tip inside, working down the first inch of it as it spreads him open. For a moment, he thinks she's going to be nice and let him take his time.
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However, the lady in red is an expert. She knows just when he's thinking he's going to be able to go slow.
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Her grip tightens, her claws dig in, and she bucks her hips upwards while dragging him roughly downward. A whine of satisfaction passes her lips.
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His cry of shock and pleasure mixed with pain is muffled by his mask, but it's music to her ears.
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He whimpers and shakes, gasping for breath. She lets him have a moment, working her hips, grinding against him, forcing her thick cock and piercings against his inner walls. It's clear that he's not used to taking cocks quite as large as hers, from how tight he is and how his body reacts to her violent intrusions. His warm balls are pressed to her groin. As she grinds, his cock gives a powerful throb and a spurt of pre lands on her latex on her stomach.
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She has to give the boy credit...
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For being such a small one, he's actually pretty decent sized.
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She tugs his leash, reaching up to pull her cigarette free and tap the ash off before taking another drag and exhaling at his face again.
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"Ride me, you fucking slut," she growls. "Ride me like it's the only thing in the world that matters, because right now... It is!"
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He squeaks in shock as she bucks her hips, tugging at his leash roughly to spur him into action. After getting his balance back, he works himself up as much as he can manage and then pushes back down. She bucks against his downward motion, forcing it in to the hilt again. It's all she can do to restrain her loud, gasping moans and keep herself under control. She has to maintain the image, make sure he knows who is boss.

"Come on bunny slut! Faster!" she shouts.
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He struggles to set a pace, dragging himself up and then pressing down again faster and faster. Gradually, he begins to adjust, to loosen. She watches with amusement, her hips never stopping their upward slamming every time he comes down. Her thick pre pumps into him in hard spurts, adding to the natural lubrication.
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Rabbits are, after all, famous for their stamina - and she's had lots and lots of time to build that stamina to legendary levels.
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She finishes her cigarette and grinds it out, grabbing the leash with both hands.
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"Faster! I want to ruin your ass, not give it a massage!" she roars.
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With a whine, he obliges. She feels the heat off his body and the glorious heat inside, watches the pre pooling on her stomach then running off the sides or down, soaking into the fur of her groin. The boy has either had a hell of a long wait for an orgasm, or putting something inside him just makes him leak uncontrollably.
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She runs her fingers through it and sucks them clean, shivering.
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She's going to have to fill his ass with cum, she decides. No way she can resist. He's just too damn cute, with his wide hips and the dusty gray oval of fur on his stomach that's not unlike her own...
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She can't resist running her paw down, slicking it with his own juices and then gripping his shaft as he rides her hard and fast. She's grown adept at telling when the subbier males are close. Every stroke makes him shiver and gasp desperately for breath, drags small whimpers and whines from him.
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"Harder! Faster! Fucking now!"
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He redoubles his efforts and so does she, violently bucking up into him as he powerfully slams down on her. It's all she can do to keep a slow pace on his cock, feeling him getting closer to the ragged edge. His breathing comes in quick, sharp gasps. His muscles tense.
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"Stop!" she cries, her hips stopping all motion. She quickly moves her paws to his hips, holding him. She's right on the edge of a shocking orgasm.
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He whines and squirms and she can hear him starting to sob with desperation.
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All she can think is one word.
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Perfect.
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Her paw falls on the leash and she drags him down to her, reaches behind and works the pin loose on the cuffs, dragging them off.
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"You will do as I say," she orders, glaring as he lets his paws fall limp at his sides. "I will stay inside you, and I will fill your tight little butt up with my cum. You will ride me nice and slow, and you will cum when I order it! Stroke yourself slow!"
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He nods rapidly, the motion moving his entire body and sending tiny shocks of pleasure running through her. She works a paw upwards to her chest, pushing her breasts free of her top so she can pinch and stroke at one lovely pink nipple with its gleaming red bar piercing.
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She can smell his scent so strongly. It sends electric tingles up and down her spine as he starts to work up and down, nice and slow, dragging her little by little right to the edge of finishing.
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"If you cum before I tell you to, bitch, you're going to regret it," she says in a dark, deeply amused tone.
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He strokes slow, just as he was told. An idea strikes her, one that makes her giggle with delight.
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He continues his hip work. The boy is skilled, she realizes, doing everything he can to make her pleasure more.
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He whimpers softly, clearly holding back. Spurts of pre regularly dampen her fur or run off her latex onto the bed.
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"No. You do not cum yet. In fact, get your damn paws out of the way slut. Unzip the back of your mask, untie your blindfold, unhook your gag - but keep them in!" he jumps at the sudden shout of her last. "You will remove them right as you cum, and look right in my eyes as you splatter all over my face."
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She watches his arms raise, his lean body a delight to observe.
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She works her own hips now, seeing the motions of his hardness and how it twitches and throbs. She's found the spot and she knows the pressure to apply, how fast to stroke with just an index finger and thumb.
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Another evil idea strikes her.
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"What's the matter, bunny bitch? You want to cum...? I can't just let you do that," she says, grinding nice and hard. "I can't even justify calling you a bunny boy, in my head that is. You're a little, slutty bunny girl... aren't you?"
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He whines then, loudly, his entire body stiffening. She giggles, only just barely touching his cock now as she runs her fingers slowly up and down.
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"What's wrong, bunny girl? Are you embarrassed...?" she teases, slowing further. "Are you, you little slut? Because you ought to be. You and your girly hips and your cute little cock ought to be so humiliated your face burns under your fur!"
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In fact, it is. He's blushing so hard it hurts, and his cheeks are soaked with tears. His breathing is now a mixture of whining sobs and sharp gasps.
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Finally, she decides, it's time.
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"God, just cum for me you fucking slut," she hisses, wrapping her paw around his shaft and stroking hard and fast. She rams her hips up in a blur of thrusting suddenly and then slows again, letting out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm pushes thick spurt after thick spurt of her cum into his depths, filling him with the impressive, possibly abnormal volume. The orgasm is lasting and powerful.
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His body stiffens and he drags the mask off, the gag, the blind fold and casts them aside. A loud cry of pleasure and relief passes his lips and thick ropes of hot cum spurt from his cock as she rapidly pumps it. Her mouth is open, waiting. The range the cum travels, most of it landing on her face and in her hair, some on her chest, is shocking.
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They both stare at each other, going completely still.
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Expressions of lust turn into expressions of abject horror.
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Silence falls save for his exhausted panting.
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A full minute passes in silence with them both wide eyed and open mouthed.
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She swallows what of his cum landed in her mouth and then returns to staring.
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Finally, he manages to say something.
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"... J-Jane...?"
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"Little... little brother? J-Julian?"
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He rolls off of her almost immediately, knees to the floor. He reaches back, feeling with horror the cum leaking from his well used tailhole.
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"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he whispers, working the pin free on his ankle cuffs. His heart is pounding and not just from the exertion. His back stings when he moves. He reaches for the bag under the bed with his clothes and a towel in it and starts to clean himself off, still murmuring 'oh god' over and over.
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Jane stares at the ceiling, shaking.
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"... just... whipped my little brother... then..." her trembling fingers touch the cum on her face. "Oh... oh god... oh god I came inside my l-little brother oh god..."
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The little bunny rises, tugging his pants up fast, working on a t-shirt, tossing the mask, gag and blindfold into the bag. She stares at him as he struggles into socks, then ties boots up around his footpaws and all but runs to the door.
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He pauses by the exit and turns, looks back. Their eyes meet.
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He flees, running down the hall. Security watches him push through the crowd of dancers and makes to move but he rushes right to the exit and forces his way out into the night.
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Jane sprints after him still with cum on her face, still without panties on, cock still hard and dripping on the floor.
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"Kalvin! Stop him!" she shouts. The big man blinks and looks over. His eyes widen.
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"Ma'am, wh-" he begins.
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"Where did he go!? The little bunny boy!?" she demands, breathless.
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"He's... gone. He ran off to the exit"
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she shouts, hands rising to her head. She tugs free the ties and clips keeping her brilliantly dyed red hair out, letting it fall messily about her shoulders. "Get the fuck in my office!"
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He follows her, shaking a little bit. They walk down that same hall, all the way to the end. The last door is marked 'employees only.'
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They pass through it after she swipes an ID Card. In another, smaller hallway they pass doors leading to showers and dressing areas. A few of the working girls in the hall get in the way and she shoves them aside carelessly, stalking to her office door and unlocking it with the same ID card.
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Both step inside.
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She reaches up and grabs him by his short gray hair, heaves and sends him sprawling to the floor.
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"Crawl! Crawl and undress and wait by my desk!" she commands.
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"Y-Yes mistress."
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With that taken care of, she stalks to her liquor cabinet and throws it open.
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From inside, she pulls a bottle of scotch.
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Her desk has its own cigarette pack sitting next to the keyboard. She settles into the chair and grabs hold of her employee's hair, drags him in between her legs.
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"I swear to god if you don't make me cum so hard I shake afterwards, I'll whip you within an inch of your life," she hisses.
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Of course, she's exaggerating.
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But, he'd love it if she wasn't.
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She lets out a moan as he starts working, his skillful and practiced tongue running circles around her tip before he works his way down the shaft and takes every inch, grinding his nose into her fur, savoring the sensation of her in his throat.
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Her hands tremble as she lights a cigarette and takes a drag.
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"Oh god... why am I so fucking turned on...?" she asks no one in particular. "My own... my own brother..."
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Three blocks north, Julian fumbles his keys.
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He's panting hard, having sprinted at a breakneck pace. He drops them to the dull gray carpet, scoops them up, and finds the right one.
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The air inside is cold.
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Just what he needs.
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He pulls his clothing off, shaking so hard he can barely hold onto anything. Each breath is accompanied by a confused whine on the rapid exhale. He stalks to the kitchen, tears the fridge open and pulls out a beer. For a long minute he struggles with the twist cap, then he gets it off and tilts the cold thing to his mouth. His bag is over his shoulder.
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The empty bottle hits the trash can a moment later and he jogs to the bathroom, desperately climbs in the shower and turns the water on.
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The heat stings in the places on his back that his skin was broken by the whip. He sinks down onto his hands and knees. Her scent...
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It's all over him. Even with the steam rising and his fur soaking through, he can smell her.
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She raises her hand to her face, inhaling softly and shivering, letting her eyes flutter shut.
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"D-Don't fucking stop b-brother..." she gasps.
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"W-Wha-" Kalvin starts to ask, but he's choked off by a paw gripping his hair and forcing his muzzle down tight against her again. He goes to work immediately.
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Julian scrambles for the edge of the tub and out to grab the bag. Fast as he can he unzips it, draws the mask painted with her scent out and raises it to his face, inhales softly.
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"G-God damn it sis..." he mutters, reaching down to the already hard cock - hard thanks to that delightful bunny stamina. "Fucking... g-god damn it..."
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He grips his shaft tight, working his paw up and down, closing his eyes.
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For a pair of long minutes, the two so far apart remain locked in the bliss before their separate finishes.
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Julian cries out, back arching as his cock throbs and pulses, more of that think bunny cum spurting out into the tub.
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Shortly after, his sister throws her head back and lets out a loud cry that is almost a very unrabbit like howl. Kalvin feels her muscles tense, her back arch. She drags on his hair, pulling his head back and emptying a second huge load all over his eager, waiting face.
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Both of them remain still, panting softly. One is licked slowly as she basks in afterglow, the other strokes softly, riding out the pleasure.
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Almost at the same time, they both speak.
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"... god, I need to do her again."
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"Fuck... need to... just fuck him until he can't walk..."
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They both stare upwards at the ceiling, unsure what they're going to find as they go deeper down the rabbit hole.
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