Filed Under E for Eviscerated
By: Monica Vix
Agile white furred fingers of the jackalope effortlessly danced like ballerinas across the keyboard
of the quaint office. Carnation whistled quietly to herself, her blue eyes scanning the screen before her,
reading borderline indecipherable text and fictional words. Every moment or so, one of her slender
hands would be raised to her head, brushing away the black locks of her hair out of her eyes. A stroke
of bad luck caused her hair clip to break, leaving her shoulder length hair untamed without the device
to hold it back. Even with her black antlers, it was still a hassle to keep her hair out of her eyes while
working! Writing what felt like important information to clients was a lot harder even with just a few
strands of hair blocking the gaze of the lapine, the few strands seeming like massive curtains.
Upon sending a confirmation email, the office jackalope huffed and pulled herself out of her seat.
The lovely white fur of Carnation’s coat was adorned with a button up white shirt, the only difference
between her top and fur being texture and material. Brushing down her slightly wrinkled shirt with her
slender hand rolling over the black skirt, Carnation huffed. She was a little unkempt from rushing into
work, but it didn’t bother her. The strict dress code barely meant anything at this point, working in this
office for over two years. Even her pantyhose was a little worse for wear, the old and thin cloth having
some minor discolorations in its tan material, a storied amount of stains and stretches covering it from
crotch to toe.
Carnation hummed and whistled to herself in her private little office. She printed a handful of
shipping labels and scooped up the multiple sheets of bar-codes and addresses on a multitude of sticker
sheets. The jackalope would carry them across the office to the other end, laying them on a guillotine
paper cutter, carefully and slowly chopping the bar-code covered paper into smaller labels. Slicing and
cutting with as much care as she could put in, Carnation sighed softly. It was only the morning, not
even an hour into her shift, and she was already so tired. She didn’t want to cut the labels, pass them to
the shipping department, or do anything else.
Instead, the jackalope opted for coffee. Leaving the labels half cut, the jackalope took two or
three steps to the coffee maker installed in her office. Her high heels clicked as she moved, quietly
tapping on the soft carpet as she moved. Carnation started a fresh pot of coffee, pouring in all the bean
grounds into a filter and popping it in. With some water poured in the back and a button pressed, the
hum of the electric coffee maker whirred to life, adding a bit of noise to the overwhelmingly silent
office. The water heated up and slowly poured into the beans, making a thin stream of that lovely
brown coffee in the large pot.
There was a knock at the door. Carnation turned to answer, but instead the knocker came in by
themself! A tall white tiger appeared, the boss of the jackalope, appeared suddenly. Layla, Carnation’s
manager and boss, stood over the jackalope another head or so, her piercing blue eyes meeting the top
of the twisting black antlers. Her powerful form was highlighted with a black suit that clung to her
obviously muscular form, the high heels under her dress pants a decent bit shorter than the hard
working bunny’s. Even then, the sharp toothy maw of the tiger grew into a soft smile, a sort of
eagerness and sadness along with her grin.
“Carnation, good morning!” The white tiger began. “I’m sorry to barge in on you, especially on a
Monday, but we, uh… have some bad news.” Layla’s voice had a rough growl to it, the powerful voice

demanding attention. “We’re going to have to let you go. We’ve had a lot of complaints about you from
coworkers and clients alike and upper management has decided it might be time for you to, well… look
for a new job.” The white tiger didn’t pull her punches with her words. “This is your last week here,
Carnation. I’m sorry to say it, but that’s just… how it is.” Layla shrugged her powerful shoulders.
The jackalope’s red eyes grew wide in obvious surprise. “W-wait, wait, I’m being fired?”
Carnation stammered for a moment. “I-I need this job! This was the first job I was actually able to hold
down for more than a week! C-can I, uh… at least maybe get a new position? I’ll take a downgrade
over being fired!” Carnation pleaded with her taller superior. Bright red eyes looked up into Layla’s
narrowed gaze, trying to reason with her boss.
“Hmm… well, there is one position that’s been open for a long time, even before you came
here.” Layla spoke in a slow, calm voice. “It’s as the office’s fuck doll pet. You can easily see why no
one applied for it.” The white tiger laughed as if this was a normal thing in any office. “It’s effectively
the same as applying for disability. You wouldn’t have much to do, a stable income, all that. Even
getting taken care of by the staff. The requirements to enter, however, hmm… I’m not sure if you have
the pain tolerance for it.” Layla spoke in a curious tone, leaning down to look at Carnation.
Blush filled the white furred face of the jackalope, her eyes unable to grow any wider with
surprise! “A-a WHAT?” Carnation squeaked out. “O-okay, okay, you know what? I’ll take it. Consider
the position filled and this office vacated.” The jackalope spoke as if she had any amount of control
over situation. “What do I need to do? Where do I begin? What can I do to just… get started and keep
A job?” Carnation was begging at this point, her slender white hands held out in front of her to Layla.
“Oh? You’re taking it?” Layla chuckled. The white tiger grasped the hands of the jackalope,
tugging the smaller girl to herself. A throbbing erection was growing in the intersex white tiger’s pants.
“Well, then, consider this your training period. Instead of working this week, you’ll be training to be
the best little doll for us. Your pain tolerance would probably get in the way, though, so lets started with
the hardest parts first.”
Carnation shook her head slowly. Blush continued to fill her cheeks, an uneasy smile on her face.
“C-can we start simple? Soft?” The jackalope closed the gap further, leaning up on her tip toes and
pressing her soft chest to the larger breasts of her boss. “I-I can, uh… be a good fuck pet, like you said?
I just… need time to get into that role.” Carnation gave a soft laugh as she was barely an inch away
from Layla’s mouth.
The white tiger didn’t answer. All she did was grab Carnation around the waist and keep her
close, the large feline tongue plunging into the lapine’s mouth in a quick, rough kiss in the same
motion. Layla’s powerful feline hands grasped and squeezed the ass of the lapine in her arms, wiggling
down to the pantyhose covered legs underneath the slim black skirt while ridding herself of the suit
jacket that clung to her body. Claws traced along the powerful thighs of the jackalope, making
Carnation shiver in the pressure underneath Layla’s strong, powerful form. Black sleeves of her jacket
fell down her arms, freeing the white button up shirt the white tiger wore. The dominance commanding
figure of Layla was almost intoxicating for the rabbit, a better wake up call than any cup of coffee. Just
the groping, the squeezing, the smooching, fuck! It was an overwhelming bombardment of the senses.
It was so disorientating, dizzying, that Carnation didn’t feel the black claws of the white tiger ripping
through her pantyhose as if it was nothing but air.

With the kiss lasting a minute, Layla drew herself away with thin streaks of saliva connecting her
mouth to Carnation’s. After fully discarding the jacket, one hand rolled up the bunny’s back, grabbing
the jackalope by the hair and an antler with one powerful grip. The white tiger forced Carnation to stare
into her eyes, the piercing red eyes gazing right into a violent, potent blue. Just the look of power and
complete control that glistened in Layla’s eyes was enough to send a shiver down Carnation’s back, the
throbbing erection threatening to break the pants of the tiger pressed to her crotch making her equally
nervous.
“S-so, uh, Ms. Layla… what do we do? How do I start?” The jackalope spoke in a low whisper,
like this was a rarity that would only happen once. “D-do you want me to… get naked? Strip down for
you like a slut?” Carnation was trying her best erotic voice, but it didn’t come out right. She was
nervous, she wasn’t used to this. The trembling in her body was evidence enough.
With a snarl, the white tiger picked up Carnation in a single motion! Her powerful hands held the
jackalope by one ear and by her soft ass, carrying the white rabbit over to her desk. “Oh, you don’t do
anything. You just have things done to you and accept them like a good little fuck doll. You barely even
need to talk. Am I understood?” The white tiger had a devilish grin on her face as she dropped
Carnation onto her own desk. Moving her hand from the butt of the bunny, the feline ripped into the
stockings and panties with her powerful claws, rending away the fabric that prevented her fun.
“Ah!” Carnation squeaked as she was carried. The powerful figure of the white tiger was
overwhelming, feeling the domineering and controlling persona like Layla’s charisma and power had
an unstoppable aura about it. “Y-yes, ma’am, I understand!” The jackalope called out as her bottom
wear was rent into shreds, squirming at the prospect of those black claws digging into her own flesh.
“P-please be careful with your claws, don’t cut me up… I’m not, uh… breakfast meat.” The rabbit tried
to hide her terror with a bad joke.
Unbuckling her belt and pulling down the black dress pants, the white tiger revealed her large
feline dick! It was about eight or so inches, enough to really hurt if it went in without lube, especially
with the characteristic feline dick barbs. “Oh? Well, I did say you needed a high pain tolerance. And
we’re not even getting to the painful part yet!” Layla chuckled as she thrust her dick into the exposed
cunt of the jackalope. “Hm~ Well, as part of your service here, we’re going to get a little rougher. Do a
few… modifications while we have you~” The white tiger was acting so lustful, like she was waiting
for this day for months if not years on end!
“O-ow, ow…” Carnation squeaked as she felt the large feline cock throbbing within her sensitive
cunt. The way the dick squished in, started to poke and prod deep within her body, moving past the Gspot and going directly for her cervix was obscenely painful! “Y-yes, miss, I’ll do my best… ow… pplease just… go gentle on me?” Carnation spoke with baited breath. Tears formed in the corners of her
eyes, threatening to make her perfect makeup run down her cheeks. “F-fuck you’re so big… I always
thought you had a big dick, but now? I-I feel it! I feel it.” Carnation squeaked and moaned in pain as
the large cock throbbed away within her.
Chuckling to herself, the white tiger held up Carnation’s legs. “You’re a good girl already,
Carnation. Just a little fuck pet taking it so easily, even if it hurts you. You’re tight as fuck, too.” The
professional tone of voice was abandoned for nothing but pure pleasure and desire. “Let me hurt you
more~ Hear you scream in pain as you become the office’s prettiest fuck doll~” Layla’s lustful voice
was luring the lapine to her demise.

One of the powerful feline hands held onto the antler and a chunk of hair, slowly bending and
applying pressure as if she intended to break it. The pained expression Carnation wore was fearful,
wondering if it would just be an antler broken off or if she was going to get something worse. When
Layla spoke about needing a high pain tolerance, this wasn’t what she expected! Was this it? Was this
the most painful thing? Feeling the antler bend, creaking, fracturing, splintering, all in the palm of the
great white tiger’s hand was electrifying, terrifying! Carnation couldn’t even make a noise of protest as
she felt her long black antler break with a satisfying crack, the sound reminiscent of snapping a twig in
twain. It was such a brutal display to break one of the jackalope antlers in half, the half that was rent
free being cast across they keyboard of the jackalope’s desk.
“There you go. Just one step.” Layla chuckled as she continued to fuck and thrust into
Carnation’s warm body. “Oh, don’t worry, they grow back on you. And when the stumps fall out, we’ll
make you look like a pretty little slut. Now stay still, let me get the other.” The white tiger repeated the
process on the other large antler, grasping the branch like appendage and slowly bending it, forcing it to
creak uncomfortably, before it snapped!
Gasping, panting, on the verge of tears, Carnation tried to put on a smile. “I-it hurts a lot… b-but
I can handle it…” The jackalope bit her tongue as she spoke, causing blood to fill her mouth. Oddly
enough, that distracted from the pain. “P-please just fuck me, miss… I’m just a fuck doll pet…” Her
fingers twitched uncontrollably, the sheer pain causing her brain to short circuit when it came to fine
motor functions.
“Well, my precious little employee, that means a lot more pain and a lot more gain!” The tiger
chuckled. Her powerful hands heaved up the jackalope, bouncing Carnation on her large dick like the
bunny was just a fuck doll. “We’re going to have some fun ruining you. Just gotta break a toy
sometimes before you can really play with it.” Layla spoke in a lustful voice as she thrust into the
jackalope’s warmth. Carnation was bounced so much her high heels fell off her pantyhose covered feet!
“This is probably going to be the most pain you will ever feel in your life, Carnation. Consider it,
hmm… a form of hazing~” The white tiger chuckled to herself as she carried the lapine away.
Whimpering with being fucked so roughly, the white jackalope was on the verge of rescinding
her request for a new position. Those thoughts were quickly sundered as she was slammed onto the
desk that held the guillotine paper cutter, the large blade reared back right next to the jackalope’s head!
Carnation was too scared to even utter a single peep, the terror that Layla instilled in her sending her
into shock. The large, sharpened blade was positioned in its upwards position, ready to chop down and
sever anything it hit as if it was nothing but partially melted butter. Layla’s claw adorned hand grasped
the arm of the jackalope, dragging it under where the blade will cut so that everything below her elbow
would be severed.
It was a blur. A suffocating string of events for Carnation, enough that made her mind go blank
and her body unable to fight against it. Layla brought the blade down in a quick, decisive cut,
shattering bone and splitting flesh as if it was barely there! The powerful white tiger got the jackalope’s
vibrant red blood staining the table, dripping from her now stump of an arm down her white shirt,
getting into the black skirt, and then going past that and splattering a healthy dose of blood on the floor.
All of the freshly printed and partially cut shipping labels were inked with the fresh flood of red blood
that splattered all over them. Being carried over to her freshly brewed pot of coffee, Carnation was
forced to hold her stumpy arm up into the air as to not get blood anywhere else. Her red eyes were
transfixed on the streams of crimson that came flowing out of her arm, where maybe quarter of it was
taken from her in an instant!

“I-I, uh….” Carnation’s voice was oddly even, considering a decent chunk of her arm was
removed without any warning. “D-did you… chop off my arm?” The jackalope was staring at her
stumpy limb as Layla held her on her dick. “D-did you really just… remove my arm? C-cut my hand
off? Wh-what’s happening?” The panic started to grow in her voice as the adrenaline kicked in,
numbing some of the pain.
Layla casually pressed the reheat button on the coffee maker. One of her powerful hands held
onto the jackalope’s back, the other reaching out for the steaming coffee pot. “Yep. Fuck pet, also
known as someone who is completely dependent on those around them. No hands. And maybe, if you
misbehave enough, we’ll take your feet, too.” The tiger was on the brink of orgasm just by talking
down to the jackalope speared on her dick. “Deep breath, deep breath. This will hurt, too.” Layla
warned before she pressed the hot metal bottom of the coffee pot onto Carnation’s bleeding wound!
A scream echoed for a moment as the burning hot metal burnt and stopped the bleeding, covering
the wound with exposed bone with a large burn that singed all of the veins closed. Carnation was
panting, struggling to breathe, tears rolling down the sides of her face as she struggled to maintain
composure. Mascara started to run as those pretty red eyes released tears, the black streaks of makeup
cascading down her cheeks and staining the white button up shirt more. Red and black and stained all
over, the bunny’s shirt was just as ruined as her body was! Carnation put up no fight as her legs
ensnared around the waist of the white tiger, being carried back to the guillotine chopping block. She
could see her severed hand, wrist, and half her forearm still sitting on the block! The blood stained the
labels she was working on before her boss came in to turn her world upside down.
“I-I guess I’m going to be missing both… both of my hands?” The jackalope chuckled to herself.
Carnation tried to be in good spirits about this, but her lapine ears were laying flat against her back as
she saw the bloodied blade rising up again. “W-will you take care of me, miss? Since there’s… no
going back?” The jackalope spoke in a hopeful voice as she focused on Layla. She didn’t want to look
at the blade as it fell, only hoping for a shred of affection and praise from her boss who gave her a new
life.
With another powerful chop much like before, the lower half of Carnation’s other forearm was
slashed off! Layla chuckled. “Of course I would. You’re a pretty little fuck doll and I’d be more than
happy to fill your food bowl every now and then.” The white tiger started to thrust her hips back and
forth as she felt the tightening snatch of the jackalope beneath her. The tightness of the fear filled cunt
was almost blissful as Layla enjoyed her employee’s body. “You’re so fucking good…~” The white
tiger snarled out.
Whimpering and writhing in pain as she was fucked with her second limb now bleeding
profusely, the lightheaded Carnation let out a lustful sigh. At least the dick deep within her warm,
dripping snatch was pleasurable. Being whipped around back to the coffee maker, the jackalope’s red
eyes were crossed with how much blood she lost, making it hard to focus on anything around her with
all the blood she’s missing. The moment Layla pressed the bleeding stump of the rabbit’s arm to the
smoldering hot plate of the reheating coffee maker, Carnation barely made a face. She was so numb. It
was disorientating to see small plumes of smoke rising from the burning limb as she had her flesh
scorched and cauterized into a black scab of smokey muscle.
“You still with me, Carnation? Can’t exactly take you down to PR anymore, since you’re not a
person in need of their resources.” The white tiger joked a little. With the nozzle of the coffee pot

pressed to Carnation’s lips, Layla coaxed the prey rabbit to drink the warm liquid. “Come on, a little
caffeine in your system will wake you right up. We’ll get you fixed up later on, but now? Lets just
enjoy ourselves.”
Carnation barely had words as her white furred lips were pressed to the black plastic. The hot,
black coffee was poured into her mouth, the dull liquid staining her pristine white teeth as it slipped
down her throat. “O-ow, uh… needs cream and sugar.” The jackalope smiled shakily as she joked. “Wwe’re not done? You’re, uh… not going to do any other painful, humiliating thing to me?” Carnation
was taking her missing limbs rather well. The stumpy arms were wrapped around the neck of the white
tiger, drawing her small body closer.
“Oh, you already know what you’re in for.” Layla stated bluntly with a wide, proud smile.
“Maybe I’ll carve some large gnashes into your body, get that blood leaking out of other pretty holes~”
The white tiger was demented with her arousal. Just bouncing the jackalope up and down on her
painfully large dick while fantasizing about brutalizing Carnation’s small body was getting her dick
throbbing, begging for orgasm within the warmth of the lapine.
Powerful claws of the white tiger held the jackalope firmly in her embrace. With a huff and a
groan, Layla used her black claws to dig into Carnation’s unharmed back, digging into the flesh and
slowly tugging downward. It pierced the white shirt, rending it to shreds. The white furred flesh
underneath withstood a similar fate, bloody gnashes being carved into the body of the twitching
jackalope. Soft, weak gasps and moans squeaked from the lapine’s open maw, the buck bunny teeth on
display. Her cunt squeezed tightly around Layla’s cock, the pain and pleasure combining into a blissful
moment of orgasm for the abused bunny! Carnation’s cum splattered down the exposed pink dick of the
white tiger, staining her soft furred sheath and even going as far to coat her pants and underwear in the
spray of arousal.
Chuckling at this response, Layla had a more enthusiastic desire to harm just for pleasure, since
her newest abuse slut could clearly take a beating and still be standing. The white tiger heaved the
jackalope off of her throbbing dick, throwing the bunny down onto her old desk where she used to
clack away at her keyboard for hours and hours on end. Carnation was introduced face first to her pair
of broken antlers, huffing as she landed on their hard, bone like forms. The white tiger took her from
behind, grasping onto her hips with no care for how much her sharp claws hurt. A savage snarl released
from the boss tiger’s maw, saliva drooling onto the bleeding back of the jackalope whore now bent over
to be fucked. With one thrust, the large dick disappeared within the warmth of Carnation’s cum coated
cunt again, starting to thrust and pound away as if the rabbit would leave without getting overwhelmed
by all the pleasure and pain Layla could fuck into her.
“O-ow, ow!” Carnation squeaked in pain as she was fucked. “I-I can feel your claws on my hip
bones! I-I, uh, think you’re a little too deep!” The jackalope complained. Tears streamed down her face
as her stumpy arms rest against her desk, trying not to touch the sensitive ends to the cold plastic. “Pplease don’t kill me… I can’t, uh… be of use to you if I’m dead?” The jackalope pleaded, unsure of
how well it would be taken.
Tightening her grip on those lovely white furred hips, Layla barely paid any attention to the
rabbit quivering beneath her. “Oh, shut it, I know what I’m doing. If I wanted to kill you, I’d have my
claws around your pretty little neck by now.” The white tiger snarled disapprovingly. “Now clench up,
scream more! I want to hear you cry out for me, beg for more~” Layla’s low growling voice continued
to apply pressure to the jackalope already getting fucked from behind with no way to stop it.

Screaming and squealing is just what Layla got as she thrust herself deeper into the pain filled
jackalope’s body! Carnation’s arms slammed into the table as she could feel her thighs on fire, the
rough grasp of the white tiger causing her brain to melt in pure pain. The barbed feline cock deep
within her body about to spew steaming hot cum into her warm, unfertilized womb wasn’t exactly
helping either. Each thrust ground the helpless jackalope into the desk she used to work at. Carnation
could only think of how her future will be, most likely with a dick balls deep in her mouth while her
superiors work at a meeting or fiddle around with the company itself. That future of nothing but being
an object, a fuck doll, it was arousing! It was terrifying the amount of abuse she would face, but the
fear only drove her pleasure to new heights!
Each thrust and powerful slap of feline balls sent Carnation deeper and deeper into that warm
bliss. The blood loss effecting her brain was also certainly helping her feel better about this situation
she got herself in. Layla took notice of this and snickered. Her powerful hands receded from the
grooves they created in the lovely hips of the jackalope, instead opting to smear the crimson blood
around her ruined sides and back. The clothes Carnation wore were dripping with blood all over now!
Gnashes in her back and hips were only staining her pretty clothes more and more as she moved
around, struggling for a breath of fresh air, struggling to gain her bearing for even a moment.
That was when the orgasm hit the hardest. The balls of the powerful white tiger tightened and her
cock twitched, the tip pressing right against the cervix. With just a small, painful push, Layla pierced
the veil and led herself into the tight and empty womb of the jackalope, just to start redecorating. The
inner walls of Carnation’s womb were painted, splattered with the hot cum that stained each and every
wall, the scent of potent breeding mixing with the powerful scent of blood in the air to make a
wonderful cacophony of lovely, overwhelming scents. Carnation’s soft, weak squeaks only added to the
guttural growls and snarls that Layla moaned overhead.
“Ugh…” Carnation was barely awake at this point. Her head was resting on her antlers, the
broken adornments from her head making the best pillow she could in the moment. She was also
pressing against her keyboard, making a mess on the screen. “I-I need water, please… please give me
something to drink….” The jackalope begged into the space-bar like it was her last hope.
Panting, dry humping the filled cunt of the jackalope, the large white tiger sighed. “Sure. Sure.”
Layla huffed out. “I’ll get you something. Just take deep breaths and relax. You’ll get a nice, loving
bandaging session when I get back.” The white tiger praised. A blood soaked hand rolled over the head
of Carnation’s black hair, rustling the dark locks between the broken antlers. “Good girl. Such a good
fuck doll.” Layla continued to praise with a clawed hand running through the pretty hair. “Just sit here
and rest.” She insisted.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Carnation huffed out with an uneasy smile. She was sat down
in her old chair, feeling the cool faux leather pressing against her bleeding back. “I-I’ll, uh… try not to
pass out, ma’am.” The jackalope smiled up at the white tiger. “Thank you so much for this
opportunity.” Carnation started to sound like she was drunk from the blood loss with how she spoke to
Layla. “Can’t wait to… to join the team.”
Chuckling to herself, Layla shook her head. “You’re going to look so pretty with all of your
scars.” The white tiger mused as she ran her fingers over the large ganshes. “Going to be bred and
beaten every single day for the rest of your life here. Just to gain more wounds as if they were your real

payment.” Layla spoke so certainly, like this was the future for Carnation forever now! “I bet you’ll
wake up for work and actually be early for once.” The white tiger chuckled.
That phrase. Something about it, something about the way that Layla spoke it made Carnation’s
brow furrow. This was… too good to be true. Looking down to her blood stained arms, the jackalope
started to wonder why it didn’t hurt all that much. It was a curious feeling as she lost track of her body,
not even noticing the coffee pot and how it fell between her legs and started to make a puddle of
scalding hot coffee underneath her feet. Taking a deep breath in, she felt the pain from her wounds
melting away, her red eyes looking around as if she was lost and confused.
“W-wait, wait.” The jackalope said in a hasty tone, as if she wasn’t on death’s door from bleeding
out. “This is a dream, isn’t it?” Carnation slowly turned around to Layla.
As soon as those words were uttered, the white tiger descended onto the white jackalope, snarling
and growling like a wild animal! Teeth bared, Layla’s fangs pierced the slender white neck, ripping into
the sensitive and vital flesh of Carnation’s wind pipe. The jackalope was thrown to the ground under
the weight of the powerful white tiger, feeling her head crashing against the hardwood floor enough to
leave a fracturing crack in the individual planks! It was such an overwhelming, overbearing sensation,
one that sundered every thought from the rabbit’s mind.
Sitting up with a start, Carnation found herself in her own bed. Panting, huffing, the jackalope
raised her hands to her head as if she had a headache. She had her hands once again? It was… actually
a dream. Taking deep, slow breaths, the white jackalope tried to recenter herself. It was early in the
morning. Waking up from a psychotic dream like that was humiliating, the wet stain of arousal in her
sheets just as embarrassing as having a horny and violent dream itself. The slender, trembling hands of
the jackalope slipped under the sheets, touching her bare and naked cunt.
“F-fuck… that was… fuck….” The white jackalope groaned in pleasure as she started to
masturbate. Her death, her abuse, all of her torment in her dream was so arousing! It was electrifying to
feel that rush of death and all the claw marks. Having a horny fantasy about her boss was unnerving to
say the least, but it just felt so good. The ideas of having Layla really do this to her, really humiliate and
destroy the jackalope as if she was some kind of object was just permeating Carnation’s brain to the
point of being an entire dream!
At the end of the day, Carnation sighed. After thoroughly abusing her cunt with her fingers,
reaching an orgasm after ceaseless thrusts and fantastical moans, the jackalope heaved herself out of
bed. She had to go to work. A boring office job that would never have anything fun or interesting
happen to her other than the occasional paper cut.