MISS DEEVER Miss Deever turned and carefully stood up. It would never do for the class to see that she was not wearing panties. It gave the bunny a "cheap thrill" to spend the day in front of her class of teenagers whiile secretly being immodest under her skirt. On the other hand, she had never worked up the nerve to add any toys to her hidden play. With the school year coming to a close, she was nearly out of time to try that, if she wanted to. "All right, class," she said, "we will spend our last minutes today going over some of the historical things that might be on next weeks test." She looked out over the class. Most of them had the bored and resigned looks that usually met any in-class review. Oddly, some of her trouble makers were watching her with strange expressions. Young Ian Tolliver, one of the worst, seemed almost anticipatory. Looking forward to something after school? "Who wants to begin with creation theory?" Several hands went up. "Penny?" "There are three main ideas," said Penny, "evolution, spontaneous creation, and imigration." "Good. And who can tell me about evolution?" Hands went up. The same students always volunteered, and the same students always had to be called. Tom was one who always had to be called. And why was that young cat staring at her so - well - so hungrily? "Tom?" "Sapience occured in some creatures as a result of some subtle mutation that came into being over billions of years," replied the boy. "Well, hardly billions of years," she corrected, "thousands, perhaps." Lannie was leering at Mrs. Deever. The vixen had a reputation for being free with her sexual favors; but the teacher had never offered the girl any enncouragement. Had she? "Lannie, please tell us about spontaneous creation." Lazily, the vixen said: "Since some people can do wizardry, maybe some supernatural event seperated us from the other animals." "Correct," said Miss Deever. "The weakness of the natural mutation theory is that intelligent people are so similar to our feral counterparts." She turned and walked across the front of her desk. She felt as much as saw the way the 'bad' teens watched her move and it made her suddenly very aware of her soft skirt swishing against her bare pelt. "Anthropologists have studied the physical remains of our culture's prehistory, and found a noticable, sudden incease in evidence of emerging technology." "The immigration theory?" The first hand up was little Jonn, not surprisingly; he was found of fantasy stories. She smiled and nodded to him. "People came to this world from another one," said Jonn. "They were fleeing slavery under some demons who didn't have pelts; only on their manes and male ruffs and groins." Some girls tittered at the hint of genitals, but Mrs. Deever promptly quelled them with a firm look. "The immigration theory is generally considered the least scientific," she said, "because there is no proof that other worlds exist. But the oldest stories and writings in our history all assume that this is the truth." "Did geography have any effect on how people settled in the early days?" Bud was another of the potential trouble makers, and she noticed that he too had that look in his eye. "Bud?" The boy's expression changed breifly from anticipation to annoyance. "Real people settled here along the river. Cold hearts settled by the sea and birds went into the trees." Bud, along with Ian, Tom, and Lannie, made up a group that tended to support each others bad conduct. "The polite term is 'cold blood' and 'avian.' And they are 'real people,' too. But you are essentially correct. The cold bloods preferred the wet lands at the river's delta and along the coast, while the avians preferred the rain forests of the eastern plane." Stefan and Ellie were part of that group, too, and now that the teacher was thinking about it, she could see they had that same look of anticipation that the others all had. No time to worry about it now. "Uh, well then, let's jump ahead. Proffesora Cette . . ." Of course the first hand up belonged to Bettie. "Yes, Bettie." "Doctor Olivia Lynn Cette was the first woman to recieve a doctorate from the Grand Academie, and the first person to receive a doctorate in the field of sociology." Before Mrs Deever had a chance to accept that answer, Bettie went on to say: "She was the first to observe the imbalance in birthrates in our culture. When she published her findings she was ridiculed by her peers, so in protest, she and her two daughters publicly hanged themselves." Bettie had a more than a little hero worship for the famous woman and it showed in the young doe's enthusiastic response. But then Ian muttered something that Miss Deever could not quite hear, and Bettie's inner ears flushed bright red. "Ian! Did you have something you wanted to share with the class?" "Uh - no Miss Deever. Sorry, Miss Deever." The teacher decided not to press the point. She thought she had heard Ian suggest that Bettie would like to hang like her hero. In fact, the doe had confided, privately, confused and afraid, that she did have fantasies of having a noose around her neck. Worse, the child had admitted that she masterbated to those fantasies. And worst of all, the teacher had gone home that night and masterbated to the fantasy of watching the little doe hang. But then, the bunny tended to enjoy sexual fantasys that had elements of strong violence. One of her favorite involved being gang raped by a faceless group of students; and that was something she certainly could not allow any one to learn! Better to avoid the whole issue. "Well, then who were the 'Victory Party?' Mark?" "The Victory Party were sometimes called the 'Victorians.' They believed in seperating people as much as possible from any animal impulses. They tried to prohibit what they called 'pleasures of the flesh' like alchohol and sex and stuff like that." "Yes," said the teacher, and added: "They felt they were helping people gain a victory over the animal impulses of our feral ancestors." "But, that was all a lie," interrupted Ian, "wasn't it?" "I am sure that most of them believed what they were saying," she replied. "It is true that today we take a more balanced approach - " "We must attend to our instincts in order to be truly healthy," insisted Ian. "That's what Proffesora Cette taught us. Right?" It was unusual for Ian to be that passionate about history; or any subject for that matter. Miss Deever did not want to suppress his participation, but she could not afford to wander too far into such dangerous topics. "Proffesora Cette was interested in the social effects of biological irregularities. The imbalance in birth rates between men and woman, for example -" "And between predator and prey species," insisted Tolliver. "That's why they are enacting the 'Culling Act,' isn't it?" He was definitely steering the class in a direction Miss Deever did not want to go. "It is not polite to label people into groups like that," she said firmly; "and it's not scientifically accurate!" "But there are more prey being born than predators!" The boy just would not give it over! "Just like there are more girls born than boys! That's why Proffessora Cette hanged herself!" Miss Deever looked out over the class and was distressed to see that most of her students agreed with Tolliver. Her eyes settled on Bettie and she was startled to realize the young doe looked to be sexually aroused by the direction of the discussion! She needed to pull the class back into safer topics. The bell rang. The students began to organize their things in preparation for going home. Miss Deever hastily rearranged her thoughts and blurt out: "Remember you have arithmatic homework for tomorrow. And we are having a practice test in physics and biology." As the students rose to file out of the room, Miss Deever turned to her desk to begin organizing her things, as well. It was a good thing that the class could not see how she had reacted to the discussion. Seeing Bettie apparently excited by the talk of culling had reminded the bunny of the young doe's fantasy of being hanged; and that had reminded her of her own fantasy of watching the girl being hanged! Spending the day with no panties, keeping her on the edge of sexual arousal, had seemed like such an innocent game during the day. But ending the day with a fantasy that touched on the eroticism of violence that way, had certainly changed everything! If the students had still been there they would surely be able to see the flush in her pink inner ears. Her hand started to drift toward her pelvis - There was someone in the room. Hastily, Miss Deever turned, and found Bettie standing just inside the door. She blurt: "Was there something you wanted?" "Have you thought about it?" asked the young doe. Confused, the bunny only managed: "About -" "I have," continued, the teenager. "The rope around my neck - The pressure - The pain -" The girl stepped forward as she spoke, and the bunny tried to back up. But instead of backing around her desk, she bumped into it's side. "Just thinking about having a rope around my neck gets me excited. That's why Ian strangles me when we yiff." What? That was too much personal information for Miss Deever's comfort. Worse, Bettie continued to close the distance between them. "Bettie," she blurt out, "I don't think-" The teen doe reached up to touch the bunny's neck, and the unexpected gesture startled the teacher into silence. "Have you ever thought about me being hanged?" Yes! But she couldn't admit that - "Have you ever thought about having a rope around your neck?" What? No! The doe stroked the teacher's neck from the back of her jaw to the top of her throat. As aroused as she already was, the touch sent shivers through her loins. "Bettie, stop. We can't -" Trapped against her desk she had no graceful escape as the questing fingers drifted down her throat to the top button of her blouse. "Shh! It's alright," replied the teen. Her arms reached around Miss Deever, and pulled her into a hug. The bunny's eyes lost focus as the pressure of the girls boobs against her own pushed reason aside in favor of desire. She could feel her nipples swelling inside her bra. There were others in the room! Frantically, Miss Deever tried to push Bettie away; but the teen had a firm grip on her waist. Ian! Tom! Bud! No! She couldn 't be seen like this! Stephan! Ellie! And Lannie; who was pulling her shirt up over her head! Bettie leaned in, and began to gently nibble at Mrs. Deever's neck. But, the teacher could barely feel it, she was so distressed at having the other students in a position to see. "Bettie! Let go! Now!" "Oh, it's alright, miz Deever," said Ian. "That's what we're here for." "W - what?" The students began to crowd around. Lannie was pulling at the waist buttons of her skirt, and her nipples on her small boobs were erect. Tom ran a hand down Ellie's back to rest against her tail hole. Bud reached up to touch the teacher's hair, and Ian gently placed his hand on Betties back. Bettie's nuzzling drifted down the column of the bunnies neck to the top button of her blouse. Suddenly, the bunny realized that the doe was also trying to undo that button. The woman tried to reach up to stop the girl, but Betties body was in the way of one hand, and Ian grabbed the other to stop her. "She's only started what we all came here for," said Ian. "W - wha - wh -" "We can see how you are," he went on, while Bettie had the first button open, and started working on the next one. "Bunnies are like that. Aren't they?" Bud's hand reached up into the teacher's hair. Lannie's skirt fell to the floor, leaving her wearing only plain white panties. Tom and Ellie were unbuttoning their shirts. "We can see you swaying your hips, and waving your boobs at us." "I do not!" "But you can't help it, can you? Everybody knows bunnies need sex. It's part of what you are. Sex is as important to bunnies as food." Bud's hand was getting into the sensitive area at the base of her ears, and Bettie was nuzzling down into the valley between her boobs. The teacher realized that most of her blouse buttons were undone when Bettie's hand started probing at her skirt waist. This was too much like her rape fantasy, and she could feel the pressure of arousal in her groin. Ian was partly correct: bunnies were unique among the many species of people. Only bunny girls were ever born; and bunnies did have a greater need for affection and intimacy than anyone else. Bunnies craved sex the way children craved sweets. "Stop this," she demanded, trying to sound angry, not afraid. "What do you think you're doing?" "We are going to have a little party," replied Ian. He shoved a hand under her bra cup, and she gasped as her nipple swelled against his palm. Bud was stroking her ears, something that she enjoyed her lovers doing because they were so sensitive. Tom, Stephan, and Ellie were stripping off their clothes. Lannie was already naked, and the teen stepped up to push Bettie aside. Before the teacher had a chance to break away, Lannie shoved her naked body against the bunny, trapping her again. The bunny's skirt had been loosened enough that Lannie had no trouble pushing her hand in to wrap her fingers between the teachers legs. Coming so soon after Bud's hand on her ear, and Ian's hand on her boob, the sudden touch of Lannie's hands on her labial lips released a flood of desire that washed over the teacher, nearly overwhelming her with it's unexpected intensity. "She's not wearing any panties," murmured Lannie. "I'll scream," wailed the teacher. "Nobody will hear it," replied Bud. "Everybody in this part of the school has already gone home," added Ian. In the back of her mind, the Bunnie tried to remember what to do in a rape situation. The old saw of 'relax and enjoy it,' was a non-starter; because rape was not really about sex. Rape was about violence and domination. She could try to fight, and hope to fend them off. Or, she could try to go limp and refuse to react, and hope that would rob them of the thrill. But, whatever she did ran the risk of triggering greater violence from her attackers. Unfortunately, her fear and arousal was making it hard to think. Worse, this was too much like her fantasy of being a victim. And, Lannie's fingers stroking her lower lips was increasing her confusion. The tender caresses on her sex robbed her of her fear of brutality and it had been so very, very long since any hand but hers had lingered there. In her mind, her reason was repelled by what was happening; but her libido welcomed it. As Ian had said, it was in a bunnies nature to crave sex, so her libido was winning. With a sob, she lay back on the desk and let her head rest. When she clamped her eyes closed it squeezed out tears of anguish that ran over her cheeks. In the darkness, her body reacted without the mind's interference. Her hands relaxed. Her knees fell naturally apart. And the pressure of arousal in her hips became the center of her being. Lannie's fingers probed in, sinking deep into the teachers vagina. "Oooh, she's all wet!" "Me first," said Bud. "Hurry up, Tom," said Ellie, "hurry - Oh yes! Oh yes!" The bunnie could hear the wet slap of two pelvises connected in coitus. With her eyes closed against the fear and anguish, the teacher inside her did not have to think about how much trouble this would cause. With her eyes closed, the bunnie inside her was forced to focus on the fingers sliding in and out of her most intimate recess. She could feel her bodies natural lubricants smearing over her lower lips. She knew she did not dare enjoy this. Her lust, however, was overriding her reason. The fingers went away, and she caught her breath. But then a different presence began to push at her labia. A larger, harder something. "Nooooo - " wailed the teacher, while the bunnie relaxed her sphincter to open the way. The intruder began to push in, and she heard Bud grunt. The teacher wailed wordlessly. The thing inside started to slide in and out; hips against her inner thighs rubbed back and forth. The bunny began to rock her hips and squeeze, matching the rhythm of the intruders strokes. The teacher tried to tell her hips to stop, but the bunnie was no longer listening. The pleasure swelling in her belly was stronger than her willpower. She was beginning to enjoy it! The hips against her thighs began to jerk and heave. She heard a male voice groan in ecstasy. She opened her eyes, and looked over her bare breast and disheveled clothes just in time to see Bud pull his member out. With a convulsive heave his seed spurt out onto the soft fur of her belly where her skirt was pushed up around her waist. The bunnies first reaction was disappointment, because it was over too soon and she had not climaxed yet. The teacher in her mind tried to remember that she should not - dare not - enjoy what was happening. But, as Ian stepped up, pulling his member out of his trousers, the bunny was delighted. She offered no resistance when he pushed her legs apart. The groan that slipped out of her, as he slowly entered her, was the sound of passion. He began a rythm of sliding in slowly and sliding out quickly. In a last desperate bid to distance herself from what was happening, she cast her gaze aside. Stephan was stroking himself while waiting for his turn. Lannie had one hand on the bunnies boob, and the other between her own legs. Just beyond her, Ellie was bent over, watching the boys rape the teacher, while Tom was taking her from behind. His hands were on her hips steadying both of them while they rocked back and forth. The girl had a look of ecstatic bliss in her face. Looking at Ellie's expression was too much for the Bunnie. Her own orgasm suddenly ripped through her! The release took her by surprise, and it momentarily overwhelmed her. She was scarcely aware of her back aching or her muscles clenching or her sphincter clamping down on the intruder in her pelvis. But she became aware when the intruder withdrew. She glanced down through the haze of endorphins to see Ian add his seed to Bud's on her belly fur. She lay her head back on the table, and panted to catch her breath. The teacher was gone; only the bunnie remained. The bunnie was living through one of her deepest fantasy's: she was being raped by a group of her students. And she was enjoying it on a deeply sexual level. Her libido was now completely in charge. She'd had one orgasm. She wanted more! "Come on, buddy," said Ian, "it's your turn." The bunny lifted her head to look. Stephen was stepping up between her legs. She smiled at him, lifting her knees apart. "You know what to do," teased Ian, "don't you?" "I know what to do," insisted Stephen. Despite his defiant words, it was obvious to the bunnie that Stephen's erection was not as firm as it had been when she'd seen him stroking it a few moments before. The Bunnie had one arm around Lannie, and Lannie was gently playing with the bunnies boobs. But, since lying on her back, the bunnies other hand was free. She reached down between her legs, and gripped Stephan's member. He looked at her in surprise, so she offered him a welcoming smile. "Hah," laughed Ian, "I told you they were like that." Tom and Bud chuckled, and Ellie grinned. Stephan had eyes only for what was happening to his member. The Bunnie stroked and gently squeezed as she urged him between her legs. By the time he was close enough to enter, he was also firm enough. She guided him to his goal, and with a convulsive heave, he plunged in so far that he rammed painfully against her cervix. When she winced, he looked at her with alarm. "Don't hit me me so deep," she said. "It hurts in the back end if you -" "I'm -," He started, but stopped before saying 'sorry.' His eyes darted to the side, then he turned an angry look on the Bunnie. "going to do whatever I want!" "Yes." "I'll tear you in half, if I -" and he started thrusting rapidly. "Yes." In any event, he was having the desired effect on her. His rough rapid thrusting, coming so soon after climaxing from Ian's more methodical intrusion, was very likely to bring her to another almost immediately. Her free hand dropped to the desk by her head, while the hand on Lannie's back drifted down to the teen's tail. The bunnie unconsciously lifted her ankles to wrap them around Stephan's waist. The ecstasy deep in her hips had not gone down yet, and this new thrill was sending her to new erotic heights. "Remember," hissed Ian, "don't spew inside her." She looked at the boy between her knees in time to see a look of anguish flit through his eyes. Suddenly, he jerked out of her. She whined with disappointment, as Stephan gripped his rod and his seed spurt out onto her pelt. She wanted more. Panting, Stephan stepped back. "My turn," proclaimed Tom. Ellie looked distinctly unhappy when Tom pulled out of her. As Tom stepped up between the bunnies legs, Ellie stepped up to Lannie. Lannie's expression changed from curious interest in watching the rape in progress, to erotic desire, as Ellie's hands gripped her sides and crept around to her boobs. Ellie snuggled up to Lannie's back, and slipped her muzzle into Lannie's neck. "Hey," said Bud, "I thought we were sharing." And he thrust his semi erect member at the girls. A moment of annoyance flit over Ellie's face; but she used one hand to begin stroking him, while the other slid down Lannie's belly to her crotch as well. Lannie moved one hand around behind herself, and reached for Ellie's crotch. Bud grinned, watching the girls finger each other. Ian turned to Bettie and said: "you had something you wanted to do?" The strangest look appeared in Bettie's eyes. Fear and anticipation? Tom stepped up between the bunnies legs. His fingers roughly spread her lower lips, and with no other preparation, he plunged in. She cried out; but despite his brutal technique she welcomed the intrusion. Despite the crude pounding, in her present state it would only take a few minutes for her to achieve satisfaction. But, she was distracted by Betty climbing up onto the desk by her head. She found herself treated to a view up between the young doe's legs. The labial lips at the top of that tan pelt glistened with the moisture of arousal. Betty had something in her hands when she reached up to the ceiling. Old ceiling brackets were mounted there in front of the teachers desk, for charts and a projector screen. Why would the doe - ? The bunnies attention was drawn back to her hips when Lannie's hand suddenly gripped her pubic bone, and one finger shoved in under Tom's thrusts. The probing finger began working its way into the peak of the bunnies sex. It dug into the hood that concealed her clitorus, and roughly rubbed that most sensitive flesh. The sharp increase in sensation brought her painfully close to orgasm. So close - So close - Her back arched and her ankles slid up Tom's back seeking better purchase. Her head tilted back and she looked up the long column of the Bettie's legs to the naked sex where they met. Betty moved slightly, and looked down at the bunny. The doe's nipples were erect and prominent on her small teats. A rope was dangling from the ceiling bracket. A rope with a loop and simple slip knot in front of the teen's face! Fantacys of being raped by her students. Fantasys of watching Betty hang. Betty had said that she and Ian had choked her during sex. Breath play as a stimulant. Was the doe going to -? Betty took the loop in both hands, and learned forward to place her muzzle in the loop. The girl tilted her head forward and pulled the knot over her ears to the back of her neck. "Do it," hissed Ian! Bettie looked at him with that strange mix of fear and anticipation. "Do it," he repeated! Bettie stepped off of the desk! The Bunnie saw the rope snap taut behind the doe's ear as it suddenly took her weight! Oh, mercy! The girl hanged herself! While everyone was watching! Ian promptly shoved a hand between the strangling girl's legs to masturbate her! The bunny could feel her next orgasm slowly filling her hips. The pressure of it inexorably growing in her. She watched Bettie's tail flit madly about, while the choking teen's legs squirmed and twisted. Ian somehow managed to keep his hand between the doe's legs, his fingers busy on her her lower lips. The Bunnie's need for climax swelling, filling her hips, her body, her being. Bettie suddenly grabbed at Ian's hand. Her hips bucking back and forth, waving her dangling legs beneath her. The bunny realized that the teenage doe was having her own orgasm! Seeing a look of erotic bliss on Ellie had helped trigger the bunnies first orgasm. Now, seeing Bettie having an orgasm while she was hanging, caused another orgasm to spill out of her her own hips and fill her body. Her first orgasm had been sudden, unexpected, and quick. This one had been slowly building through several rapists. Her fantasy of being raped by students was being realized! And her fantasy of watching Bettie hang was being realized! Looking up at the strangling teen above her was incredibly arousing! Her entire body seemed to seize up; every muscle clamping down on the raging orgasm. She couldn't move. She couldn't see or hear. Her entire world, her entire being, was engulfed in the orgasm raging through her body. She was distantly aware of Tom trying to pull out, but she unconsciously clung to him. The hysterical strength of her orgasmic spasm kept his erection where she needed him. She lay there panting in great gulps of air. Her awareness of the world around her seemed to return slowly. There was no longer a body between her legs; no hand on her pubis; no hard mass thrust into her lower lips. She felt the peaceful bliss of post-coital depression. But, down there, she felt slimey, and slightly sore. A feeling she had experienced before after the heavy pounding of an enthusiastic lover. She reached her left hand down between her legs to touch herself. Her hand came away sticky. Looking at her fingers, she recognized semen. Apparently, she'd held on to Tom enough that he had spent his orgasm into her, instead of onto her belly fur as the others had. The students were not restraining her at the moment, so she struggled to her feet. They were all standing by Bettie staring at the teenage doe. Bettie's hooves were knee high above the floor. Her legs were limp and her arms loose at her sides. There was a slight glisten of sexual fluids below her pubis, and her nipples were erect and plump. The tilt of her head seemed odd because the column of the neck was straight below the rope. The rope around her neck was sunk so deeply into her pelt, it almost disappeared in the fur. Her mouth was slightly open in a strange grimace and her eyes - Dead! Oh, sweet mercy! Bettie was dead! The teen had died hanging by the neck while the bunny had her orgasm watching! Now, the teacher did scream. She backed away, shrieking until her lungs emptied and her tail hit the wall, then she inhaled deeply and screamed some more. She was barely aware of the boys gathering around her. They pulled her forward, and shoved her face down onto the desk. Hands roughly pulled away her blouse and bra. The skirt wadded around her hips was pulled down. Even her shoes and socks were snatched away. Yet, her nakedness meant nothing as she stared at the back of the doe's thighs where the dead girl dangled close enough the bunny could reach out and touch. Hands pressed her head and shoulders down on the hard wood. Hands played with her lower lips again, but this time it brought her no pleasure. No one was supposed to die! She felt a presence at her groin again. Something was pushing into her again, thrusting in and out again. But this time she felt no forbidden thrill; there was no eroticism in it. All she felt was the rubbing of flesh. She realized she was crying. The first presense withdrew, and in a moment was replaced. More rubbing. The passage of time meant nothing to her. The intrusion in her pubis meant nothing. The pressure of her cheek on the wooden desk meant nothing. The naked body dangling inches before her was effectively invisible, because in her shock, her mind refused to see it. Her world simply seemed to shut down. There were noises. Noises that sounded like: "I think I like it this way." And noises like: "not me; I like it better when she's moving." And noises like: "everyone had enough? Okay. Time to finish this." Hands pulled and pushed at her. She found herself climbing up onto the desk. The hands moved her to the front of the desk, where she looked down on the hanged doe. Something slid down over her long ears, passed her eyes and muzzle, and settled around her neck. With a tug it tightened against her throat. She turned her head and saw a rope. A rope that rose beside her head, and was tied to one of the ceiling brackets. "Maybe, you think we will be caught out after this," came a noise by her head. "But poor Bettie was kind enough to write a note for me," said the voice. "She explained how you two have been lovers." What? No, that wasn't right. "And how you've been trading good marks in class for sexual favors." Ian. The voice was Ian. "And what could be more natural than lovers committing suicide together?" Suddenly, the teacher realized what was around her neck. They were going to hang her beside Bettie. She'd been raped, and she'd enjoyed it; and she'd watched Bettie hang, and she'd enjoyed that too. Now, she was going to pay for it with her own life. For a moment, she stood there, stunned. Then, it came to her that she wasn't feeling the abject terror she ought to feel. Strangely, the teacher in her felt calm, accepting the inevitability of her fate. Worse, the bunny in her was beginning to be aroused. Not that it made any difference in the end. Her life as she knew it was ruined. Even if she survived this day, she would never again work as a teacher. For that matter she would never again be able to control her sexual urges. The woman she had been was dead; it only remained for her body to follow. "Nothing to say?" Ian, beside her, taunting her. "No begging for mercy? No last minute plea?" She tried to speak, but it was hard to make the words come out. "Wh - would you - when I - like her - with your fingers - " She knew she wasn't making any sense. However, Ian hoped down off of the desk, and turned to look up at her. She noticed his member was soft, but as she watched his erection was returning. He raised his hand to her in invitation. She stepped off. The pressure on her throat was incredible - horrifying! She could feel her body tensing up in reaction. She started to raise her hands to the rope around her neck, but stopped herself. Ian's hand shoved between her legs and gripped her pubis roughly. Her hips twitched toward him. He began rubbing her lower lips. Her legs tried to spread for him, and she felt them waving in the air below her. Some remnant of the teacher in her mind realized that she wanted the stimulation in her groin to block the reality of her grisly death. But, since she had accepted her death was necessary and inevitable, that was alright. The bunny in her knew this would be her last mortal orgasm, and she wanted it desperately. She could feel her heartbeat pounding against the rope around her neck. She could feel the cord crushing into her trachea, tight up under her jaw. She could feel her diaphragm trying to pump air, but no air was moving. Although her vision was greying around the edges, she hardly noticed. Even the waving of her legs, the twitching of her hips, and the wandering of hands that had nothing to do, barely registered on her awareness. The only thing that really mattered to her was the hand between her legs. Her attention was focused on the fingers tickling her lower lips. Her sense of arousal surged in her hips filling her being with her need for release. The light headedness, the growing drowsiness only served to focus her attention on the finger that began rubbing her clitoris. She lost awareness of her hands limp at her sides, or her feet waving below her. She could no longer feel her hips twitching. She could no longer see or hear. Her whole world was the finger roughly stroking her clit and the throbbing in her temple driving her orgasm closer - closer - closer -