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Rabbit

By: wickedvox



Don't ask what her name is, you'll never get the same answer twice. Tonight she is Rabbit, because tonight she wants to be the prey.

The club is dark and smoky, aren't they always? The music is dark and pounding, kind of like her mood. And although she wishes to be the prey tonight she begins to hunt.

As she wanders through each of the 3 rooms her eyes scan the crowd. She sees the usual goth boys - tall, long dark hair, dressed all in black and trying to look non-chalant. But none of them can help but gawk at her as she saunters past them all.

Rabbit is tall tonight in her black suede platform boots, black fishnets and shortblack velvet dress that ends at mid-thigh length. Her hair is black, full of natural curl and down to her waist. Her lips are full, painted blood red, and her eyes are a fiery green ringed in black, smoky liner. And just for an added touch, she wears a simple black leather collar around her neck with one silver ring in the middle.

As she passes through the second room where people line the walls, swaying to the music, a "potential", as she calls the ones that might be able to dominate her, catches her eye. She turns to look at him as he starts toward her and he stops in his tracks. She is no Rabbit in his eyes, she is a tiger, dangerous and uncontrollable, he would never be able to tame her and he slides back into the shadows. She smiles to herself, she's seen his type before, the weak wishing to be strong.

Just as she's about to give up, a hand reaches out and takes the ring at her neck. She hears a low and calm male voice.

"Has the slave lost her master?"

She turns to look at him, stares him dead in the eyes, and he does not back away. He does not even flinch. And she knows he's the one. She stares into his deep brown eyes.

"One has to HAVE a master to lose him." He pulls her face so close to his she can feel his breath on her cheek as he whispers,

"You just found one."

As the mystery man spoke softly in her ear those words she longed to hear, shivers ran down the length of her body. She took a step back to get a good look at him. It was a brief glance, as he firmly but gently tugged her back to him by her collar, but it was good enough to drink in what she saw.

He was a little over 6 feet tall, deep brown eyes and had short clipped brown hair. He was dressed in black leather pants and a plain black short-sleeved skintight tee. Black biker boots finished off his understated outfit.

No words were spoken as he led her over to a dark corner with a old beaten up couch. He sat her down next to him, her thigh touching his.

“What’s your name pet?” he purred in her ear.

Her eyes cast downward she quietly replied, “Rabbit.”

He smiled lightly, “Rabbit, yes that will do nicely. A frightened little bunny is what you will be tonight.”

Yes, she thought to herself, this is what I want.

“You may call me Master, that is all you need know of my name.”

“Yes master.”

“That is perfect Rabbit. Have you been trained?”

“Yes Master.”

“Beautiful.”

And she was, to him and all his friends gathered around them. There were about 10 people sitting around, some were talking to each other, some watching the both of them. By the end of the night they would ALL be watching them.

The Master began stroking the inside of her thigh while idly chatting with a friend next to him. His hand slowly worked its way up to the warm triangle resting between her thighs. He then turned to talk to a friend on the other side of Rabbit, twisting his body around to do so; he began stroking her right breast.

Rabbit laid her head on the back of the couch. She closed her eyes and began to let the feeling wash over her. 

This is all I am, she thought, all I want to be right now. 

She was beginning to really get into it, her body started to writhe as he rounded her nipples with his fingertips, then his hands slid down her belly and into her crotch. Just then she felt a second set of hands slide down her neck and onto her breasts from behind her. And then she did the unthinkable………she panicked.

Rabbit turned her frantic eyes to her new master. He saw the confusion on her face and reached out, touching her cheek.

“Don’t be afraid. As your new master I will allow others to touch you as they wish. I won’t let anyone harm you. This is my friend Nick.”

Rabbit looked up into Nick’s face. He was slight of stature with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He smiled down at her, his hands still on her breasts.

“She’s beautiful, where did you get her?”, he asked The Master.

“Right here, can you believe that? A beauty like this without anyone to serve? It’s a tragedy really.”, The Master responded.

“May I use her?”, Nick asked with hope in his voice.

“Later, I’ve just found her, let me have some fun with her first.”

Nick sat down on the other side of Rabbit and pouted slightly.

The Master raised Rabbit up from the couch by her collar as he stood up. He walked over to a chair that sat in front of two of the couches. He made her kneel down in front of him as he sat down but facing out towards the people on the couches. She kneeled slightly to his right, head bowed, hands behind her back.

The Master began stroking her breasts again, circling her nipples through the soft black velvet dress. He pinched them roughly, pulled them away from her breast and letting them snap back in place.

He then reached down to her ass and slid his hand under her skirt. Rabbit was blushing horribly but this is what she wanted so now she must play the hand she has been dealt. His fingers parted her lips, which were moist and swollen. He took her clitoris in between two rough fingers and squeezed it.

Rabbit was about to moan in pleasure, her head was thrown back, eyes closed. Just then she remembered the people sitting watching her. She put her head down and opened her eyes. There were about 15 people just staring at her. And again there was that panic. She pulled her hips away from her Master’s hand.

The minute she did it she knew it was a bad idea. The Master grabbed her collar and swung her around to face him. She lowered her head and eyes and began to shake.

“Am I going to have to punish you in front of all these people?”, he asked.

“No Master.”

“Then I suggest you do not EVER move when I am touching you unless you are told by me, do I make myself clear?, he sounded very angry.

“Yes Master, I’m sorry.”

“We’ll have apologies later, this transgression will not be forgiven so easily my pet.”, he added with a smile.

The Master spun Rabbit back around facing outward. He resumed the delicate work of making her orgasm. Back under her dress his hand went and even more roughly this time.

He then put his mouth on her neck, kissing and nibbling at it.

He was working her clitoris now in circles and up and down, she couldn’t contain herself. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and began to relax. She let her breath escape her as he sank his teeth into her neck gently but firmly. She could feel the blush rising in her neck and face. And as The Master’s finger moved faster over her rock hard clitoris she could contain it no longer. Her orgasm erupted from her, as violent as it was pleasurable, her whole body shook with it.

Then it seemed all was silence and Rabbit wondered if she were not SUPPOSED to orgasm! Perhaps The Master had meant to torment her, make her hold her orgasm until he SAID it was ok! Dear God what had she done?! What kind of punishment would this hold in store for her?

Just then a voice in the crowd spoke one word, very quietly, “Wow.”

The Master began stroking her hair.

“Do you see now Rabbit? Do you understand?”

And suddenly she DID understand! It wasn’t HER that was the slave! It was all of those people who sat enraptured, enthralled by what she had just done! In this public place no less! She felt so empowered!

“Yes,”, she said, “yes Master, I do. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You’re free to go now Rabbit, I will be here whenever you need me, and sometimes when you don’t.”, he smiled wickedly, kissed her on the head and walked out the door.

Rabbit Affair



Shelly left her workplace earlier than usual for the market to collect the big white rabbit she had purchased yesterday. She hadn't been able to take the animal with her at the time because its seller had no extra cage to spare.

'Come tomorrow. I'll have a nice, strong cage ready for you,' the elderly Romanian woman with warm grey eyes had promised.

After loading the cage into the back of her car, Shelly journeyed home.

The rabbit was not a pet. Shelly did not have time for pets. The last pet she'd had was a tomcat, and the ruddy thing had run off after four months. Not that she blamed the animal; she hadn't taken care of it or fed it properly, so it came as no surprise when it disappeared to seek out greener pastures. She blamed her job. Shelly worked for one of London's largest and most prestigious law firms and she was always so busy she had little time for trivial matters such as feeding a cat or changing its litter box.

Why then had she bought the rabbit? Certainly not to cook it – that would involve killing the thing, gutting it, skinning it, and chopping it to pieces, all of which Shelly could never bring herself to doing.

About a month ago, Terry, her boyfriend of three months, had left her. That's six men in less than a year. She had to be cursed. There was no other logical explanation. Why else could she not hang on to a decent man?

Because you work all the time, morning till evening, and you never spend enough time with them, that's why.

OK, maybe there was a logical explanation after all, but she couldn't avoid work. Work was her life. Work paid the bills to her opulent apartment. Work put food on her table.

Yesterday, she had spoken with her friend, Clare, about her dilemma. She and Clare had been tight as thieves since their secondary school days, and now Clare was married with two kids.

'You don't have any problems getting men, Shell,' Clare said, giving Shelly the once-over and grinning. 'We both know you've got the type of body that burns out the eyes of men.'

Shelly was a black woman, short dark hair, smooth, thin, eyebrows, and small, perky breasts. Her physique tapered at her waist and flared outrageously, hips so wide, butt so big. Her golden treasure, Clare had called it, and that was the truth. Whether donning a tight or loose skirt or jeans, her butt always maintained a seductive pull on men, like moth to flame. If only the men she attracted weren't mostly interested in sex. She wanted a man she could come home to after work. A man she could talk to. A man she could laugh with. A man she could snuggle up to while watching a late night movie. Was that too much to ask?

'Men only think with their dicks, Shell, you know that,' Clare said.

'Your Bobby doesn't,' Shelly said.

'Well, Bobby is one of those rare ones. Maybe you should lift your no-sex ban.'

'And risk them running away afterwards?'

'They still run anyway, only this time, they do it faster. Come on, Shell, you haven't had anyone tap that since forever! I can't even imagine how frustrated you are,' Clare said, laughing.

Shelly laughed as well. Clare was right, she did miss sex. It had been seven months since she last ventured to any bed with a man, and lately she had begun to itch down there for a dick.

'Yes, I am frustrated. Sometimes I actually think of just going to a club and picking up any bloke. But really, I don't want to send the wrong message and have people chatting about me behind my back. Remember last year when Laura had that threesome and one of the guys happened to know someone she worked with? It's a small world, Clare.'

'Well, if you can't pick them up, you might as well make them,' Clare said.

'Make them how?'

'Create them. Magic.'

Shelly raised her eyebrows, interested. Clare came from a family of practising magicians. Shelly hadn't believed it at first until Clare had performed real magic before her eyes, in their second year at university (she had made a plant sprout out of its seed in mere seconds). Clare didn't do that stuff anymore, though, not since marrying Bobby.

'I'm not like you, Clare. I don't do magic.'

'All you need is an animal and the right spell, and – voila! You have yourself an able man,' Clare said.

'You've done this before, haven't you?' Shelly grew suspicious.

'Honey, all those times at uni I wasn't dating and I was glowing more than every girl, even you, where did you think I was getting some?'

'Oh, my god, you're such a slut!' Shelly laughed with Clare.

'Rabbits are the best.'

'You actually made human beings out of rabbits?'

'Yeah. Really easy stuff. But it lasts for only two nights. At first, it's addictive, but then you miss going out on dates and getting flowers and snuggling. That's when you give it up. Here, I'll write the spell and how-to instructions for you. Get yourself a nice, big, fat rabbit and get your freak on girl!'

And so Shelly had bought herself a rabbit on her way home from Clare's. She didn't believe for a moment that it would work. Making a seed germinate was one thing. Transforming an animal into a man was another. But it was so fantastical and silly that she had to give it a try just for kicks.

When Shelly arrived at her place, she dumped her bag in her room and put the rabbit's cage in the kitchen. Then she warmed some leftover Chinese takeout, ate, and delved into the legal documents she had been working on most of the day at the office.

At ten-thirty Shelly pried herself from the files and sauntered to her room, her goal to get a good night sleep. There was much work to be done tomorrow and she had to be mentally prepared. She stripped to her white bra and panties, and then remembered the rabbit in the kitchen. Locating her suit jacket in the wardrobe, she retrieved Clare's instruction from its inner pocket and read it.

Oh, what the hell, Shelly giggled and ambled to the kitchen. She got the rabbit out of its cage and carried it to the living room. There, she proceeded with an unusual ceremony of sprinkling herbs and chanting Latin, and the poor rabbit blinked at her as if to say, 'What on earth are you fucking doing?'

Shelly laughed, thinking of how much she was going to tease Clare about this.

The lights flickered. A faint pop sounded, and smoke billowed from where the rabbit sat. Shelly yelped and leaped back, heart kicking like a crazed lunatic, fear drenching her to her bones. Her apartment was on fire. She had to dial 999 immediately.

Shelly had only grabbed the handset when the smoke disappeared completely.

The rabbit was gone.

'Oh. My. God,' she muttered, dropping the handset. Her eyes zeroed in on the spot the rabbit had been at.

He was dark skinned, broad shouldered and tall. Heavy pounds of muscles rippled across his body – his chest, stomach, biceps, thighs and calves. He was simply solid. Rock solid.

Clare had not been lying about creating men out of animals. That bitch had not been lying at all.

Shelly's surprised gaze devoured every inch of him, starting his bald head down to his taut stomach, and then froze at his crotch. His cock, fat, thick, heavy-looking, hung like a third leg. And he wasn't even hard yet! Shelly's palm reached for her chest, above her thundering heart, and remained there as she stared at the stranger, dumbfounded into silence.

He strode towards her and she backed away, alarmed and scared.

For god's sake, you created him! Grow some spine!

Her butt hit the cool wall before her back did. He was closer now, so close she could smell him. He smelt good.

'Um ...,' Shelly began, wetting her lips. 'Um ... hi, I'm Shelly. My friends call me Shell. Do you have a name?'

Of course he didn't have a name. He was a rabbit!

Still, she waited for an answer. All she got was the steady rise and fall of his expansive chest. My god, the muscles on them. He was so big she felt small next to him, and she wasn't a small woman.

'OK, that was silly of me,' Shelly said, forcing a small, shaky laugh. 'How about I call you Greg? Or ... or Sam?'

No answer.

'Greg it is, then. It's a – a really nice name. I could tell you about its history, but I'd need my laptop for that. You know what a laptop is, right? Oh, sorry. There I go, being silly again. It's that thing –'

Greg grabbed her waist and dipped his head, latching his lips onto hers. The kiss took Shelly by surprise. Seconds later, when she finally realised he was kissing her, she pushed against his massive chest in an attempt to sever their lips. But he was too strong for her feeble hands, and soon his big hands were clutching and squeezing her soft, plump butt cheeks. She felt his hardness on her thigh, felt the chunky pole pressing against her, and she shivered.

Shelly wasn't ready for this. She didn't want this. The magic wasn't supposed to work. The rabbit was supposed to remain a rabbit. She had read the spell as a joke.

But none of that mattered now. Greg, randy as ever, was intent on having his way with her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Greg broke their kiss, and Shelly was both stunned and furious to find herself breathless and moaning.

'Greg, wait ...,' she said as he took his lips to her throat. Her eyes rolled backwards, into her skull, and her eyelids fluttered shut. He knew which buttons to push, damn him.

A grunt emerged from him and a short squeal from her the instant he lifted her off the floor, fingers digging into her butt cheeks. So strong, she thought, her left arm wrapping around his neck, her right hand feeling his huge left bicep, and her legs gluing around his waist. He took her to the table and laid her on her back. He leaned forward, shred her bra apart, and covered her small mounds, squeezing them and tweaking her nipples.

'Oh!' Shelly gasped unexpectedly, for a stream of electrifying tingles had zipped from her nipples to her love spot. Her mind screamed for her to find an escape from this madness, but her body had other plans.

Greg captured her right nipple with his mouth, suckling it, nibbling it, and then abandoned it for her left one. She writhed under him, moaning her approval, despite herself. Greg hoisted her off the table and marched to her bedroom. The minute her back hit the bed, he was on top her, kissing her roughly, playing with her nipples, and nudging her thighs apart. She felt the head of his cock dangerously close to her sensitive pink folds, and the more it grazed her there, the wetter she got. Later, her hips began to tilt each time his dick neared her pussy, sending a clear message that she wanted him inside her.

He granted her wish.

A long, strangled cry issued from Shelly as Greg's thick cock tore its way into her, filling her up so much she thought she would explode from the pleasure of it. He was too big, and she was so breathless from taking him in that she thought she would die from having little air to breathe.

Greg might be human now, but deep down he was still a rabbit, and like all rabbits, his desire was to get in there and get right to business. She expected no less from him, though she wished he would give her some time to adjust to his devastating size.

He gripped the headboard and thrashed his hips, up and down, continuously. The size of his dick and the force and speed with which he used it overwhelmed Shelly. She cried and pleaded, cleaving to his back, and he humped her, grunting incoherent nonsense in her ear. Each time he slammed against her, her body sank into the mattress, and the mattress tossed her up and he walloped her again. Her pussy bled cum on more than one occasion. Or two. Or four. She had lost count.

Shelly's body, swathed in sweat, stiffened then juddered under Greg's as she reached another mind-shattering orgasm. Yet, Greg showed no signs of relenting. She was both impressed and terrified. Her pussy was starting to get sore.

Greg paused, dragging his dick out of Shelly, and flipped her over. He made her kneel, thighs spread, fat ass in the air. Excitement rushed through Shelly's tired body. The doggy style had always been the position she cherished most since her first foray into the realm of sex. She had wondered all night if she and Greg would try it, and had even begun to cultivate a minute disappointment when she thought they wouldn't. Greg held her plump butt cheeks apart and impaled her pussy with his magnificent spear.

Shelly sank her fingers into the mattress and bit down on the pillow, her body trembling and surrendering to the unbelievable sensation that coursed through her. Greg clung to her waist and began to pound her, fast and furious. As she moaned, she imagined how it would look like from his point of view: her fat ass wobbling like jelly, waving and quaking each time he ramped into her. The erotic nature of the thought sent her into overdrive and she bucked her ass harder, sighing louder and calling out his name – or rather, the name she had given him.

'Ooooh shit!' Shelly wailed.

Another orgasm. But this one was the best, because Greg climaxed with her. She felt his milky seeds hit her womb and flood her soaked pussy, and it made her orgasm sweeter.

'Oh, my god,' she panted and collapsed on the bed. 'Oh, my god.'

Greg, silent as always, fell beside her. She was too tired to talk to him, and besides, he wouldn't talk back. She wondered if he was incapable of actual speech.

Exhaustion sealed Shelly's mind shut and she slipped into unconsciousness.

*****************

Shelly had had erotic dreams before, but she was sure none compared to the one she just woke from. She still felt oddly excited from it, and when she leaned up, she discovered the reason her dream had been so vivid and her excitement still fresh: a bald head lay between her thighs and a hungry mouth fed on the nectar that flowed from her pussy. Her waist twisted in circles and jerked up and down, grinding her pussy on Greg's face. How long had he been down there, eating her for breakfast?

Don't you have work to go to? A faint voice reminded Shelly. She threw her head back, ignoring the voice, and grabbed Greg's head, pushing his face against pussy, urging him to play with her clit faster.

Soon, Shelly was cursing and shaking from her first ever early morning orgasm. Greg crawled to her side and hoisted her over him. She straddled his waist and sank his enormous dick into her, whimpering and shuddering throughout the slow, painfully sweet journey. She seized his shoulders and tossed her butt up and down, round and round, back and forth, again and again. Greg grunted, leaving her quivering ass for her whacking breasts, and Shelly ensured that her pussy squeezed his dick while she rode him as though their lives depended on it.

Greg's right hand was back on her ass.

'Oh yeah!' Shelly moaned when he slipped his finger into her backdoor. 'That feels so good. Fuck my ass!'

For the first time since yesterday, Greg seemed to respond to her words, because he began to spear her butthole continually. The sensation that overtook her was one of unimagined bliss. She sloped forward, cupping Greg's head, and fused her lips with his, muffling their boisterous cries.

She rode his cock and he fucked her ass for the next fifteen minutes, and then they welcomed their orgasm in unison, wailing and trembling in each other's arms.

Once Shelly had dislodged from Greg, she heard her phone ringing. Fortunately for her it was within reach, on her bedside table, else she would never have been able to get to it. She had no strength left her.

It was Fred, her boss.

'Fred? Hi,' she said.

'Shelly, are you alright? You're not at work.'

'I – er – I –'

'You sound exhausted.'

'Me? No, no. I'll ... get ready and come to the office right now. I woke up late for some reason. Sorry.'

'No. Stay at home.'

'What?'

'Shelly,' Fred sighed, 'you're one of my best lawyers, and I appreciate your work ethics. But you work yourself more than is necessary. You haven't used any of your year's holidays and it's already April.'

'Sir, I –'

'I don't need you overworked, Shelly. I need you focused and healthy. So, take some time off. Relax. And then get back to work. One week, Shelly.'

Shelly glanced at Greg's muscular form.

'Yes, I suppose I could take one week off,' she said.

'Good. Go see a doctor, Shelly. You sound like you could faint any moment. Talk to you next week.'

So, there it was – a formal excuse from her boss to persist in her rabbit affair. She was about to dial Clare's number when Greg snatched the phone from her and flung it aside. He moved on top of her.

'Don't you ever get tired of fucking?' Shelly asked, amused.

No answer. It was so like him to communicate with actions and not words, and his message was more than clear when his big dick eased into her damp pussy and made her purr.



Rabbit Fever



As soon as he saw there was a man driving the Tahoe pulling into the dirt drive down the hill from his house, Eb motioned for Jenny to go inside, but she didn't pay him no never mind and just sat there on the weathered porch railing in her cutoff jeans, watching. It pissed him off, but there wasn't much he could do about it—he couldn't control her anymore, not like he used to.

He didn't like men seeing her in those goddamn shorts with her ass hanging out and he'd told her about it a hundred times. A wife was supposed to obey, the bible said so, but over the last couple of years, ever since she turned eighteen it seemed, Jenny had become more and more independent and listened to him less and less. He was afraid to smack her—the last time she ran off and stayed gone for hours.

He got out of his chair and walked over to the bare plank steps to look down at the SUV. It looked like something the law might drive, but he didn't think it was the law, it was dark green and had a sun roof, besides the ATF boys would have come in faster. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his worn bib overalls, and spat a rope of tobacco juice out onto the weedy, grassless yard. 

A man carrying a small, black leather bag emerged and looked up at the old Victorian house on top of the hill. It had once been a majestic residence, he could tell, but now it was in disrepair and needed paint badly. The man waved, then began climbing the brick steps set into the red clay bank that rose maybe eight feet up to the path through the house's overgrown yard. 

Eb nodded to the stranger—Jenny just continued to stare.

Stopping at the bottom of the porch steps, the man took out a handkerchief and wiped his brow. He merely glanced at Jenny, resisting the temptation to stare. "Hot ain't it," he said. 

"Yeah, 'tis." said Eb, "one of the hottest we had in years. Probably been over ninety ever day this week. It got hot like this a few year ago, but not fer this long a time. I remember one time it hit a hunnert, but it didn't seem no hotter'n this. And..." 

"Yeah, it's awful hot," Jenny interrupted. The stranger looked to be twice her age, probably forty, maybe older, older than Eb, even. He looked fit and strong with big hands and wide shoulders. Not bad for an old man.

"You Ebenezer Dunn?" The stranger asked.

"Who wants to know?" 

"I'm Doctor Tom Hunter from over at Bryson City. Just call me Doc, everybody does. I'm going around the hills checking folks for Rabbit Fever—county sent me. Had a death from it up near Grandfather Mountain—bad way to go, too. You get to where you can't breathe."

"Well, we don't hardly ever eat no rabbit, Doc, an' I clean everthing real good. Wash it in salt water and everthing. Sonny Pitchland taught me that trick years ago. He was a game warden, and a damn good 'un too. Full blooded Cherokee. Grew up over on the reservation and lived there 'til he died a few year ago. Minded his own business and didn't go around hassling folks fer no reason, especially the local folks. I don't recon we got no Rabbit Fever, though, I really don't. Now..." 

"Sounds like a good way to prepare game, Mr. Dunn, you'll have to tell me more sometime. However, Rabbit Fever doesn't usually come from eating rabbit. Usually comes from getting bitten by a flea or tick, mosquito maybe, that has bitten an infected animal. Could be an infected deer, squirrel, possum, or pretty much anything. Either one of you had any headaches, dizziness, upset stomach, coughing, fever, joint pain, soreness, tiredness, anything out of the ordinary?"

"Nah, we ain't got none of them. Well, the old lady gets stomach aches and sick headaches, but hit ain't nothing new. She's had them headaches ever since we got hitched, nigh on four year ago. She won't but sixteen then and didn't have nowhere to go, so I took her in. Ended up marryin' her. She started having them headaches and such right after that. I figured it uhs growing pains. You never seen a girl skinny as she was and then she started fillin' out like nobody's business. Yeah, she growed up a right smart in no time. We ain't got no Rabbit Fever, though, Doc, I kin tell ye that."

"You think I've got Rabbit Fever, mister?" Jenny asked.

"Well, I don't know, ma'am. You look healthy enough, no question about that, both of you do, but I'd still like to check you out and make sure—be on the safe side. Besides, it doesn't cost anything."

"Yeah, I recon hit won't hurt nothin' to git checked, if'n hit's free." said Eb. "Come on up and have a chair, Doc, and let's talk a spell." Eb walked back to his rocking chair. "How 'bout some tea? You like ice tea?"

"That sounds mighty good, if it isn't too much trouble." Doc climbed the four porch steps, nodded to Jenny, and sat in the rocker beside Eb.

"Nah, ain't no trouble a tall," Eb said. "We use that Lipton Black Tea. Keep a pitcher of it made up all the time. Hope you like it sweet, Doc, cause that's how we make it—bout two cups a sugar to a gallon pitcher. You need to add the sugar when it's still good and hot—the sugar takes hold better then. If you wait till it gets cold, you can't never get it sweet enough. Mama, go fetch us some."

"Yes, sir, Your Majesty," Jenny said and sauntered into the house, yanking the screen door open, then sticking her shapely butt out to catch it, keep it from slamming behind her. 

Eb spat into a coffee tin next to his chair. "Care for a chaw, Doc? It's Beechnut. Sweetest chawin' baccy they is. I been chawin' Beechnut nigh on twenty years, an it's good, I'm here to tell ye." 

"No thanks, I don't chew anymore, Eb. I had to give it up a few years ago, smoking too. I miss it." 

"I never smoked, not nary bit, not even a pipe. That's one habit I never took up. Never much liked the smell and I got sick as a dog the first time I tried it. Me and Jimmy Henson was down by Elbow Creek, catching tadpoles. I couldn't a been more'n about eleven, and he had a pack of his daddy's Camels. I smoked three or four of them things and throwed up til I thought I was gonna die. Like to a puked my guts out." Eb chuckled. "Jimmy got sick hisself just from watching me. I tell you, that was enough fer me—never tried it again."

Doc laughed. "Good for you, Mr. Dunn. Good for you. You'll live a lot longer. A lot longer." 

"Just call me Eb, Doc. I don't much like bein' called Mister. I don't feel like I'm no better than nobody else and I don't want nobody to think I do. Now some men like to be called Mister, makes 'em feel important and all, but not me. Just call me Eb." 

"Why sure, Eb. Eb it is." Doc looked off at the adjacent mountains and said, "I hunted bear back in here a while back. You ever do any bear hunting, Eb?"

"Yeah, but not in a long time. Too much trouble totin' 'em around after you kill one and I don't much go fer the meat neither—can be kinda greasy and sweet an all like that. I hunt deer mostly. Course they's plenty a rabbit an squirrel around here, an birds an turkey to, even wild boar, but I don't like to mess with them boar—too dangerous. Rosco Peedin, from over across Turkey Creek, had dogs git kilt awhile back and they dang near got him too—chased him up a tree. He sat up there most of the day, too, 'til his son came looking fer him and found him. It just goes to show that it ain't wise to go off huntin' by your self. Lots of stuff can happen out there in them woods."

Jenny returned with three glasses of iced tea. "Here, mister," she said offering Doc the first one. "I'm Jenny. I'm just the maid around here in case you didn't notice." 

Doc laughed. "And a mighty good one, too, I'd say. Eb's a lucky man, Jenny. And please, call me Doc."

Jenny handed Eb his tea, then leaned back against the railing in front of Doc, standing with her tan legs crossed. "Where'd you say you were from, again, Doc?" she asked.

"I grew up here in North Carolina, over near Boone, but I live in Atlanta now." 

"I thought you said you were from Bryson City," Jenny said.

"Now, don't go quizzin' the Doctor, Mama, he done told you where he's from," Eb said.

"I did say I was from Bryson City, ma'am, but what I meant was that I'm working out of the hospital over there. I live in Atlanta. I hope that answers your question."

"We haven't heard anything about Rabbit Fever around here, Doc. Was it on the news?" asked Jenny.

"Yeah, I think it was mentioned on TV over in Boone, but that's about all."

"What channel?" she asked.

"Whatever their local channel is, Jenny. And they played it down. You know, made it sound like an isolated case—like the flu or something. Guess they didn't want to cause a panic," said Doc.

"Yeah, you don't know who or what to believe anymore, do you, Doc?" Jenny said and took a deep breath, stretching her tee shirt tight across her bare breasts.

"If'n it's the government talking they's lying," said Eb. "I don't believe nothing they say no more. Why, just yesterday..."

"Do you travel around much? Go to lots of towns?" asked Jenny.

"Right much, ma'am. I've been all over the country in the last few years. They send me out where they think there's a chance an epidemic might break out. And then, sometimes I just go where I think I'm needed, where I think I can help. That's why I'm here."

"What, Swain County sends you all over the country?" Jenny asked.

"No, the federal government hires me, ma'am and they send me to help local governments."

"You're lucky. I wish I could travel," said Jenny. "I went to Nashville on a church trip once when I was twelve. Saw the Opry. That's about the only place I've ever been." She cut her eyes over at Eb with an accusatory glance.

"If you really want to travel, Jenny, then I'm sure the opportunity will present itself, all in good time." Doc nodded and winked, as if to put a period on his statement, like it was the final, definitive word, then took the last swallow of his tea.

"Quit botherin' the doctor, Jenny, he don't wanna tell you his whole life story," said Eb.

She tilted her head, looking Doc in the eye, and uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly, almost imperceptibly flexing her thighs as she did so. "Aw hush, Eb, I ain't botherin' him. Am I bothering you, Doc?"

"No, not at all. You're smart and you catch on quickly. I like that, ma'am." Doc said, looking straight back at her. 

"I graduated high school at sixteen," she said, still looking him straight in the eye. "I wanted to go to college, but Eb wouldn't let me."

"We was talking 'til you butted in, Jenny. Why don't you go find sumpn to do," Eb said.

"There's nothing to do. There never is anything to do around this place, so ya'll just keep on talking." Jenny hopped up on the railing and shifted her ass side-to-side, settling it more comfortably. "I ain't going inside, Eb."

"Tell me something, Eb," Doc paused a second, pretending to size him up, "you wouldn't by any chance know where a man could get a drink of that good moonshine they make around these parts, would you? Strictly for medicinal purposes of course."

Jenny laughed out loud. 

Eb smiled and said, "We keep us some corn squeezins around here, Doc. Like you said, it's good medicine—good fer snake bites, I hear tell."

"There's lots of snakes around here. I think I just saw one," Jenny said. "Let's have us a drink just in case we get bitten." 

Doc laughed.

Eb chuckled. "Reminds me of Riley Toomey's daughter getting bit awhile back. She was playing out around the barn and got bit by a Rat Snake—damn things can look just like a Copperhead and if you corner 'em, they'll bite you. Ain't poison but they break the skin—nasty bite. Well, ol' Riley got all panicky and then he remembered shine was supposed to be good fer snake bites. Told his old lady to go in the house and get the liquor. Well, sir, she got mad as hell and told him she didn't care how upset he wuz, he won't gonna start drinkin' til they got their daughter looked after." 

Doc laughed out loud. "A sip or two'd go down mighty good right now. I'd even buy some to go if you had any to spare. Good stuff is hard to find. I'm always looking for good stuff." He smiled at Jenny.

"Go see if you can't find us a jar, Mama, an maybe slice up a couple a 'maters fer chasers," Eb said.

"Sounds good to me," Jenny said, "I think I could use a drink or two. I want to be ready, just in case I get bitten."

"Only one or two, you know how you git," Eb said.

"Yeah, yeah." Jenny rolled her eyes and went inside.

"You know, a man's mighty lucky to have a good wife, Eb," said Doc. "I almost lost mine some years back. Thank God I didn't. Don't know what I'd do without her."

"What? She have the cancer or something, Doc?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that. She had something called Libidinal Distress Syndrome. It's a terrible damn thing. Women who have it want to flirt and carry on with every young fellow they meet. They don't seem to care much for the older ones, there just seems to be something about the young ones they like. I don't tell many people this, Eb, but my wife was about to run off and leave me before I caught it."

"Damn, Doc."

"Yeah. I caught it just in time, Eb. It was awful. She quit cooking and cleaning, wouldn't do a thing I asked her to, and wanted sex all the time. I mean a man can only do so much and those young fellows were after her all the time. She'd flirt with them and stuff, Eb. It was awful, but she couldn't help it."

"Damn, Doc. What did ye do about it?"

"I studied up on it, Eb, even went back to school to learn how to cure it. It isn't hard to cure for a doctor trained in the treatment. The problem is that there aren't many doctors trained in treating Libidinal Distress Syndrome or LDS."

"Really, Doc? Did it take long to cure her?"

"No, that's the good thing, Eb. For a doctor trained in the cure, who knows what he's doing, really knows his stuff, it only takes one or two treatments. Now each treatment takes some time—several hours, depending on the case. My wife had it bad and I was learning back then, so it took me longer with her, three or four treatments, but it worked, thank God. Now, she's the best wife you ever saw. Cooks and cleans and does most anything I ask. It was like a miracle, Eb."

"You know, Doc, now that you mention it, I think maybe Jenny might have a touch of that."

"Really? I wouldn't have suspected it, Eb. Does she get all flirty around young fellows?"

"Yep. That's what happens."

"Is it just an occasional thing, Eb, or is she that way all the time/"

"It's purty much all the time, but it's worse when she's had a few drinks. I don't hardly ever take her to town no more like I used to. She was skinny and not much to look at when we hitched and there won't no problem, but then a few year ago she filled out purty good an, ever since, them town fellers is after her all the time, looking her up an down an stuff. I don't know what to do, Doc. She don't never want to cook no more or do much cleaning neither. Sometimes, I think she'd leave if she had any place to go."

"Sure sounds like LDS, Eb. It's mainly a young woman's affliction. It's like a sickness, but it's mainly psychological—in the mind. They want to stay attractive to the young men, don't seem to care about older men, just the young ones."

"Yeah, it does seem to just be the young uns, Doc."

"Do you think she's been messing around with any of those fellows, Eb?"

"I don't think none of em's ever got to her. I been watchin' her purty close, but after a couple a drinks, she gits real flirty-like an I'm askeered of what might happen some time. I can't watch her all the time."

"Yeah, she needs to be treated before, God forbid, something does happen. You know, Eb, I've treated lots of cases. It's easy to cure, just takes a little time."

"Really? Do ye think you could do something about my ol' lady?'

"Sure, no problem. It takes a little time, like I said, but I'll be glad to help you, my friend, if you want me to. Before long, she'll have forgotten all about those young bucks and we'll have her thinking about nothing but cooking and cleaning. Cooking and cleaning, Eb. Cooking and cleaning."

"What is it you do to 'em, Doc?"

"My treatment is a combination of things, Eb—hypnosis and medication, also some nerve stimulation and psychological manipulations, different techniques to change their thinking. It's a little complicated and it takes know-how. Not many doctors know how to treat it, but I've been to school for it, medical school, and I've had a lot of practice at it, Eb. Jenny'll be fine, believe me, and I can have you back to eating good home cooking before you know it." 

"You sure, Doc?"

"I'm positive, Eb. Like I said, I've cured lots of them, many worse than your wife. Soon as I make sure neither of you has Rabbit Fever, we can get started if you want."

"Shore, Doc, the sooner the better. What can I do to help?"

"Basically nothing. I'll tell you all about it later when..." Doc stopped in mid sentence as he heard Jenny approach the door and put his finger to his lips, shushing Eb. "Yeah, that ten pointer was a nice buck, Eb, best shot I ever made. Pardon me if I brag a little." 

"Sounds like a good un, fer shore, Doc," Eb said.

Jenny came onto the porch carrying a metal TV tray that held a half-gallon Ball jar nearly full of clear moonshine, three small jelly glasses, a plate of tomatoes cut into bite size wedges, a salt shaker, and three cans of Bush beer. "Here we go, fellows," she said, giggling, and set the tray in front of them.

"You already took a sip or two, didn't ye Mama?" 

"Yeah, I did, Eb, while I was fixing it for you, so shoot me." She gave Eb a defiant look and made a face at him.

"Okay, Mama, no big deal," Eb said, "I just wondered, that's all."

She poured about two fingers of liquor into each glass and handed one to each man. "Bottoms up," she said and tossed her drink down, then picked up a beer and resumed her place against the porch railing in front of Doc. 

Eb salted a wedge of tomato, tossed his drink down, then ate the tomato chaser while Doc just took a small sip from his glass.

Eb poured himself another and chased it with beer while Doc finished off his first one. 

"Man, that's good shine," Doc said and ate a slice of tomato.

"It's the best shine in Swain County, Doc," Jenny said, "and we ought to know 'cause Eb makes it."

"Watch yore mouth, woman," Eb said.

"It's okay, Eb," said Doc, "You don't have to worry about me, I'm just glad that I now have a friend I can get it from. Good moonshine is hard to find these days and there's nothing like it." 

"Eb makes good liquor, Doc. He just sells it mostly to the folks around here. I'd like for him to quit the moonshine business, myself, and become a farmer, if you know what I mean. He could make a lot more money that way," Jenny said and giggled.

Eb shot her a look. "I ain't growing none a that stuff, Jenny. Asides, my family been moonshinin' nigh on a hunnert an fifty years an I ain't quittin' now."

"Shine is medicine as far as I'm concerned," Doc said, "It's like a lot of things, a little now and then is good for you." He laughed and continued, "In fact, I think maybe I'll have me another." 

Soon, Jenny was giggling at almost every word spoken, so Doc said, "I need to go ahead and examine ya'll for Rabbit Fever before we drink anymore." 

"Okay, I'm ready when you are, Doc. I don't want to be hopping around with Rabbit Fever." Jenny laughed and took a large swallow of beer. 

"In a minute, Jenny, I'm gonna start with Eb, first," Doc said. "Let's go to the bedroom, Eb, and get this over with."

"Shore, Doc," Eb said and led the way up stairs to the master bedroom.

Doc checked Eb's vital signs, listened to his chest, looked in his mouth, eyes and ears, checked the pulses in his arms, legs and ankles, asked questions about how he felt, then declared, "You're clear as can be, Eb, no sign of Fever at all."




Rabbit Fever



"I told ye we didn't have no fever. I feel good, Doc."

"I'm really glad you were right, Eb, it's nasty stuff. I hope Jenny doesn't have it either."

Doc began spraying disinfectant on his instruments and wiping them clean. 

"I'd notice if she did, Doc. She ain't got no Rabbit Fever, but I shore hope you can cure that other stuff she's got. I shore do, Doc."

"Tell you what. I'm gonna examine Jenny for The Fever, then I'll go ahead and start treating her Libidinal Distress. Now, remember, once I start, she can't be interrupted. Improperly pulling somebody out of a hypnotic trance can be dangerous, and besides that, it will cause a relapse and make her affliction worse than it was to begin with, maybe even to the point that she can never be cured. You understand, Eb?"

"Yeah, I understand, Doc. You don't have to worry about me, I won't bother her."

"Good. Now, I'll take good care of her, Eb. I'll treat her just like one of my own, so don't you be concerned. When we finish, she'll be much better. Okay?"

"Okay, Doc. I understand. You're a good man, Doc."

Back on the porch, Eb said, "Well, I ain't got no Rabbit Fever, mama. I checked out clear as spring water, so I recon you don't got it neither."

"You mean you won't be hopping around like a little bunny rabbit?" Jenny giggled, holding her hands like paws up under her chin, bouncing her wrists in her best imitation of a rabbit.

Doc laughed. " Jenny, you go on up to the bedroom," he said, "and I'll be along in a minute."

"You gonna cure me if I've got Rabbit Fever, Doc?" Jenny said and leaned away from the railing to go inside.

"Of course, Jenny. I've cured lots of cases. You're in good hands."

"I hope so," she said without looking back as she swayed through the door letting the screen slam.

Doc pulled a card from his pocket, then said, "Look, Eb, I just noticed that I don't have a medication I'll need to treat Jenny's LDS. It's Gelsemium Sempavirens 6X, made by Boiron Laboratories. Here, I wrote it on this card. I need for you to go get me some. Okay?"

"I'll run down to Collins Drug and be back in a few minutes. Them Collins is purty good folks, even if they is Yankees. They been here fer about ten year and don't cause no trouble or nothing. I'll jest run right down there..."

"They don't have it, Eb. The only place you can get it around here is the Organic Pharmacy over in Asheville."

"Damn, Doc. Asheville's nigh eighty mile away. It'll take me four hours or more."

"I know, Eb, and I hate to send you, but I've got to have that medicine."

"That's a long way, Doc. Why don't we do this some other time so I don't have to drive all day." 

"Okay, Eb, but I don't know when I'll be able to come back here. They're sending me to Kentucky for six months and I don't know where after that—could be California or some place. I don't know when I'll be able to get back here, could be a year of more and she's bound to be a lot worse by then. But if you want to wait, I understand. I'll just check Jenny out for Rabbit Fever and then be on my way."

"No, Doc, I don't want to wait. I want her cured. Right now. If you got to have that medicine, I'll go get it, but it might take me five hours or more."

"That'll be fine, Eb. She won't need the medicine until after I treat her, but she's got to have it when I finish or the treatment won't take. You go get it and be sure to give her one of those pills each morning and one at night. This treatment won't work without it, now, you hear?"

"Yes sir, I understand. I'll go get it if she's got to have it." 

"Good. Now you go ahead and get going. I'd like to get finished up here and be on the road before dark. I'll probably be gone when you get back, but you be sure to give her that medicine."

"Okay, Doc. I'll just go tell the old lady I'm leaving."

"No, Eb. She'll start asking questions and it might ruin everything. We don't want her to know that she's being treated, at least not starting off—it works better that way. Now you go on, get on the road, so I can get started."

"All right, then. Whatever you say." Eb went on down to his pick-up and drove off down the mountain. 

Jenny was tuning the radio on the nightstand as Doc entered the bedroom. "You like country, Doc?" she asked.

"Sure. I like all music, but why don't you find something softer, Jenny?"

She found the PBS station where classical music was playing. "Here's some old man's music. Is that what you like, Doc?" 

"When I'm working on a young lady, I sure do." 

She giggled. "I didn't know you were gonna work on me. I thought you were gonna examine me." 

" I am gonna examine you. Does anything feel swollen?"

She made a face of mock surprise and said, "That's personal." 

"Yeah, I know. Now hold still while I go to work." He stepped in close behind her, close enough to smell her perspiring skin. It had a sweet, natural smell, feminine and clean—not perfumed. He very gently brushed her hair aside and let his fingers trail ever so softly over the sides of her neck, tickling just beneath her ears and on out beneath her chin line. 

She shivered. 

In a low soothing voice, he said, "I don't feel any swelling, does that hurt, Jenny?"

"No, it doesn't hurt," she mumbled.

He ran his hands around her waist to her stomach and pressed on it, pulling her back into him, her firm, round ass bumping against his crotch. "Any pain there?" 

"Hunh-uh."

"How about here. Does that hurt?" he asked, gently massaging as he let his long fingers roam on down over her abdomen, close to her mound.

"No, it doesn't hurt," she said.

"Good. Now hold still while I check your glands," he said and slid his hands up under her t-shirt. He squeezed her breasts, then began gently kneading them while letting his fingers trail over her nipples.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice catching.

"I'm checking your glands, Jenny. Does it hurt?" he asked, his mouth close enough to her neck that she could feel his breath.

"No, but, but..." 

"Your nipples aren't sore, are they?" he asked, running his fingers around them.

"Doc, you better quit."

"I ain't finished yet," he said and, still fondling one breast, ran his other hand down inside her shorts searching for her slit.

"Doc," she gasped, squirming, half-heartedly trying to get away. 

"Hold still Jenny," he ordered, gently caressing her clit with his long fingers, sliding them up and down through her slit.

"Damn, Doc," she said.

"Want me to quit, Jenny?"

"No, but..."

"I didn't think you did," he said and kissed her on the neck, tasting her sweet, salty skin.

"Wh, what kind of doctor are you?"

"The kind that can tell when a young woman has been neglected, Jenny," he whispered moving his hand a little faster. "The kind that knows when she's aching all deep inside like a little bunny rabbit in heat and needs a man to make that ache go away, needs a man to take care of her, give her what she needs, what she wants. Want me to take care of you, Jenny?"

"Eb might come in," she said her breath coming quicker.

"Eb's gone to Asheville, Jenny. I sent Eb to Asheville for medicine. He won't be back for hours. He won't bother us."

"Wh, what if he does come back? He'll kill me—kill us both. He can be mean, you don't know him." 

"He won't, Jenny. He's not coming back." He slid a finger into her pussy, eliciting a small moan. 

"But, but, what if he does?" she whined, squirming and whimpering.

"Then he's gonna see you getting fucked, Jenny. He's gonna see you all bowed up, squirming on my big, thick cock. And if he gives us any trouble, I'll kick his ass and fuck you some more." 

"Oh damn, oh damn. You, you're getting me so, so...oh damn."

He walked her backwards a few steps until her legs bumped into the side of the bed, then laid her back, splaying her hair on the quilted bedspread, and removed her clothes. She looked like something out of Playboy. It amazed him that Eb had been able to keep other men away for so long, even back here in the mountains. 

The sight of her lying there hot and naked was enough to make his dick hard, but the look on her face, that heavy lidded expression of lust and surrender women get when they're ready to fuck, almost caused him to lose control. He was tempted to take her hard and fast right then and there, instead he knelt on the floor, pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and buried his face in her pussy. 

"Damn. Oh, damn," she cried.

She tasted good—sweet and salty and clean, much like her perspiration. Feminine. Again, he almost lost control. Squeezing her buttocks, he moaned and ran his tongue through her slit, then around her clitoris, before settling down to steadily licking it with the flat of his tongue. 

Making little whining noises, she held her quivering hands up in front of her chest, fingers spread, as if to ward off the force taking control of both her mind and body. She had never had a man's mouth on her pussy. She had seen it on TV, but she had never felt it herself and it was overwhelming her. Her moans became louder, her body twitched and she couldn't hold her legs still.

He slid a finger into her tight, slick pussy and fingered her slowly as she moaned and squirmed. "Damn, baby," he said, unable to get over just how responsive she was. With his free hand, he kneaded her breast and tugged and teased her nipple while continuing to steadily lick, nibble and suck her swollen clit. 

"Oh damn. Oh my damn. Oh damn, damn, damn," she whimpered, writhing, clawing the bedspread.

"God Almighty," he mumbled, struggling to control himself.

"Lordy," she screamed as the sensations overwhelmed her. "Oh lordy, lordy, help me." Her head felt as though it was expanding, drifting away from her body, like she was caught in some sort of carnival mirror that stretched and distorted her shape, then a tingling sensation shot like electricity from her nipples down through her abdomen to her clit and on into her ass and thighs. Pulsing rapidly, it grew in intensity until a bright white light exploded in her brain and spasms consumed her whole body, rolling through her, over and over, crashing like ocean waves as she jerked and shuddered, screaming, making loud yelping noises, her voice rising and falling with the spasms.

"That a girl," he cooed, giving her a minute to recover, kissing and biting the insides of her thighs while avoiding her hyper sensitive clit for the moment.

"Oh my Lord...I never...Oh Lord...I never," she gasped in broken sentences, fighting for breath.

"Me either, baby," he muttered. "Me either."

"Oh, my... Lord...Oh...my Lord."

"Baby, we're just getting warmed up." 

"I'm already...warmed up... Lord, I've...never been...so warmed up. I thought...I was gonna die... Oh my God... I thought...I was gonna die," she panted, her breath still labored. 

"You're okay, baby. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take good care of you. You just relax." He could feel her heart pounding as he held her, caressing her shoulders.

When her panting subsided, he kissed her breasts, and around her nipples, then nibbled and sucked them while running the head of his dick through her slit and around her clit. She arched her back and moaned, "Oh damn. Oh my damn. Come on. Come on."

He murmured into her ear, barely above a whisper, "Are you ready, baby?"

"Yes...Lord... I've never... been so ready."

"Me either, baby, me either," he groaned and pressed half of his dick into her. 

She emitted a grunting moan as he penetrated her. He was thicker than Eb and she felt as if her whole crotch was being pressed apart. She could feel it down into her buttocks and thighs. It frightened her at first, then excited her—like when Eb took her virginity. She whimpered as he moved his dick slowly in and out, giving her a little more with each stroke, then she began to pant and make little yelping sounds between breaths. It felt like his dick was going all the way up into her chest.

He had never been with a woman so responsive. Every movement, every touch put her on the verge of orgasm and it was driving him crazy. He held back until he could resist no longer, then began pounding her as hard and fast as he could.

She came, bucking and screaming, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," but he didn't even slow down and continued pounding her. It was something she had never experienced before—Eb always came quickly and rolled over, finished for two weeks or more. 

Overwhelmed, she quit moving—she couldn't move, nor did she need to as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. She just wrapped her arms around him and hung on, surrendering to the passion, letting it take her, withholding nothing, completely opening herself to him, reacting only with shrieks and moans. 

He grunted instinctively straining to get every last bit of his cock into her, then came hard, shuddering. He shot a heavy spurt of cum into her, then collapsed, breathing hard with his heart about to jump out of his chest.

When she felt his ejaculation thump against her cervix, she came again, arching her back as she dug her heels into the mattress, gripped wads of quilt in each hand and tossed her head screaming, "Oh damn, damn, fuck, damn," over and over. 

They lay side by side breathing hard, holding each other without speaking. He had never met a woman quite like her. She was young and extraordinarily beautiful, they had been right about that, and extremely sensual, perhaps the most sensual woman he had ever met. She didn't have much education and had been mistreated most of her life, but she was smart and had probably survived because of it. She was a loyal woman, he decided, who would be devoted to a man who treated her well—hell she had even stayed with Eb for no reason but loyalty—the kind of woman you could fall in love with.

"Lord, I never," she said. 

"Me either, but get ready, because I gotta have some more of you, baby," he said and began to fondle her breasts.

"Lordy, you're gonna get me used to this, then what are you gonna do? Why Eb wouldda been done a long time ago. He ain't never done nothing like what you did. I'm still tingling all over. Is that Rabbit Fever, Doc?"

He laughed. "You never did buy that shit, did you?" 

"I wondered, but you looked so honest and all, I just went along." She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. "What do you do?"

"I'm a salesman, a pharmaceutical salesman. I sell drugs to doctors and drug stores. I saw you and Eb in town the other day and found out where you live." He ran his hand down to play with her pussy as he kissed her lips, then moved his mouth down to her breasts, kissing and nibbling all around her nipples, letting her feel his teeth. "Are you glad I did?"

"Uh-huh," she moaned softly as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, sliding his tongue down the under side of it, letting it feel the rough, bumpy top of his tongue as he sucked hard, then rolled his tongue over the top of it, letting the sensitive tissue of her nipple feel the soft smooth under side of his tongue. He did that a few times, then blew on her wet nipple. "Oh, damn," she said, "Oh my damn." 

"Roll over, baby." He nudged her over onto her stomach and ran his hand over her ass for a few moments admiring its sheer perfection, then slid his hand down to her swollen labia. She spread her legs and moaned as soon as he touched her pussy. When she was wet again, he circled her clit with his fingers and slid his thumb into her slit. She sucked her thumb and ground against his hand, as he moved his thumb from side to side over her G-spot, getting her hotter by the second.

When she began bucking and moaning loudly, he removed his thumb and began fanning the side of his hand back and forth in her slit, running it down to touch her clit, then pulling it back up and away making her raise her ass to chase after it. Soon, she was up on her knees with her ass in the air and he moved in behind her. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he held her tightly and teased her breasts with his other hand while planting kisses on her back. "You can't get away now," he said, "I've got you, you little wench."

"I don't... want to get...away," she panted, squirming. 

He ran his dick through her slit and over her clit a couple of times, then entered her, grunting as he drove his dick all the way in. She made a low guttural, moaning sound as her breath rushed out, then began to whimper and clinch his big cock as he stroked her, filling her tight pussy. 

"Damn, baby, that's good. You're so fucking good."

"Oh, God, Doc. Oh my God."

Kneading her tit with one hand, he rubbed her clit with the other and kept fucking her steadily. His dick was driving deeply into her, touching her cervix, giving her a feeling she had never experienced before and his abdomen hitting her ass made a loud slapping sound. She had never experienced any of those sensations individually, let alone all combined and it was driving her wild. Yelping like a puppy, she clawed and bit the quilt, then screamed and almost passed out as she came jerking with spasms.

Suddenly Doc froze. Cold hard metal was pressing against his ass and balls. He whipped his head around to see what it was and got the barrel of a .357 Magnum jammed into his face. "Don't move a fuckin' muscle," the gunman said. 

Doc froze. "Yes, sir," he said, then realized the man holding the gun was a Deputy Sheriff with a mean scowl on his face.

"Wh...what? Wh...what?...Don't...stop," Jenny said, breathing hard. She looked back to see what was wrong. "Hank!...Wh..what...are you...doing...here?" 

"I came to make an arrest, Jenny, girl. This here fellow's rapin' you and I'm takin' him in." 

"No," she squeaked in protest.

"You shut the fuck up, Jenny. I don't want to hear nothin' out a you. You just lie still, you hear me, girl?"

"He... wasn't... raping me... Hank!...He wasn't... raping me!"

"I told you to shut the fuck up, and that's what you better do," he said in a nasty enough voice to scare her.

"Just do as he says, Jenny," Doc said, "everything's gonna be okay."

"You climb off that bed real easy, mister, and do like you're told an' you won't git yourself killed. You hear me?" Hank said.

"Yes, sir, officer. Why don't you put that gun down. We aren't gonna give you any trouble," Doc said.

"I know you ain't Mr. fake doctor man, rapist, or I'll blow your fuckin ass off, balls and all," Hank said. "You don't want to fuck with me. Now git your ass over there and git your clothes on before I hand cuff you and take you in nekkid."

"Okay, Sherriff, but please put the gun down, I'm not gonna cause any problem." 

"Okay, mister, but don't you try anything funny or you'll wish to hell you hadn't," Hank said lowering the gun and taking a seat on the bed beside Jenny. "And you just sit tight," he said to Jenny," patting her on the ass, then running his hand under her thigh to her pussy, "everything's gonna be all right." Jenny didn't utter a sound and spread her legs a little. 

"I understand, Sheriff," Doc said as he started dressing, "I understand completely. We understand each other, I think." 

"Now you're gittin' smart, mister doctor man."

"Tell me, Sherriff, how did you know I was here?" Doc asked politely as he zipped his pants up.

Hank laughed, happy to boast about his deductive powers. "Fuckin' Eb stopped in the diner to eat and told me about you. Said you were checking folks for Rabbit Fever. Said he was on his way to Asheville to get medicine for you." Hank laughed again. "I told him to go on to Asheville, but not dare tell anybody. Might cause a panic, I said. I got to hand it to you mister, nobody around here's ever been able get him away like that and a whole bunch have tried." 

"There's gonna be hell to pay when Eb gets back, Sheriff. Wouldn't it be best to just let us go?" Doc said. "You can find a reason to come back some other time."




Rabbit Fever



Jenny was beginning to move on Hanks hand and Doc knew that the image of her squirming would be forever burned into his memory.

"Eb won't be any trouble, Mister and I don't think Jenny wants me to leave, now that the ice is broken, so to speak." Hank glanced back at Jenny and said, "You want me to leave, Jenny?"

"Hunh-uh," she moaned.

"I didn't think you did," Hank replied to her while smiling at Doc. "Now you git your stuff and hit the road while you can, mister. And don't come around here again. You understand?" 

"You're the law, Sherriff, and I'm a stranger. I understand." Doc headed for the stairs.

By the time he reached the front door she was whimpering, "Oh damn. Oh my damn. Oh damn. Damn." When he reached his car, he heard her squeal—a reverberating sound akin to the feral scream of a mountain wildcat in heat signifying that she had just been mated. 

She was the best piece of ass he had ever seen, maybe the best in the whole world and he had managed to fuck her, quite possibly freeing her in the process. He had hoped for more time with her, but it was not to be, at least for now, and as much as he hated it, that goddamn gun toting Deputy Sherriff Hank was fucking her and there was nothing he could do about it. Such was the way of the mountains and the wild and the world. 

 

 





Rabbit Fun



Lindsey and Collette were in the process of deciding how they were going to gratify each other today. The discussion ranged from mutual masturbation, with much description of how each was going to finger the other's cunt and make her come with a great deal of noise, to showering together and using the showerhead to fuck each other, to inserting dildos into each other's tight anal openings to simply taking turns to masturbate in front of each other (again using as much imagination as they could muster to turn each other on), when in walked John, the man with all the ideas.

The two women had already stripped to their underwear, Lindsey in a matching black bra and tight panties set, the bra accentuating her lovely pert breasts with just a hint of nipple poking through the top and the pants quite sheer, revealing the slit of her clearly aroused pussy beneath, with Collette wearing just a neat pair of white French Knickers and no bra, her pink nipples erect to lovely effect. "Well, girls, you look like you are up for some fun today! They'll be some fucking around her before I'm done!"

"We cannot decide what we want to do," said Lindsey, taking one of Collette's nipples, first in between her thumb and forefinger then gently between her lips. She ran her tongue round the aureolae, gently teasing the ever-stiffening tit.

Collette placed her hand behind Lindsey's head and drew her inward. "Nope, we want to fuck, suck or who knows what, but we are just getting hornier and hornier talking about it. I'm so wet I can barely think of anything but my slippery pussy," declared Collette and she even let out a small moan as Lindsey clearly hit home with an extra teasing lick.

"Let me see, Babe," said John as he leaned towards Collette's mound. She pulled her knickers to one side and showed him the wetness of her smoothly shaved cunt. He breathed the smell of it and gently placed his tongue to the slit, sliding it up and just touching her clearly visible clit with the tip. He licked the length of the lips of her vulva and just began to ever so carefully use the tip on the small button just protruding through the engorged labia.

Collette moaned and edged forward, all the while having Lindsey's lips playing with her nipples. She used her other hand to open the lips of her cunt so that John could taste the sweetness of her juices, "What a fantastic taste, Collette! You are really ready for a good fucking. Trouble is what do we fuck you with?"

John stood up and left the room, only to return in a few seconds with a Rabbit vibrator. "Use this girls. There is nothing more exciting than watching two women get it off and the vibrator makes you come so quickly, which is really exciting." With that he handed the vibrator to the women and stood back to see what they would do.

"Do me first chick," Lindsey told Collette. She stood up and removed first her bra, and then the matching knickers, slowly letting her pink, swollen and beautiful cunt come into view. Like Collette's it was smoothly shaved and there was a sheen of wetness just on the lips to the vaginal entrance. Her breasts were small, with nipples even pinker and more erect than Collette's. "Fucking hell, Lindsey, you have such incredible nipples. A man could die just sucking them and rubbing his cock over them!" was all John could say when he saw them, not for the first time, not for the last.

She leaned back and Collette moved towards her. She spread her legs, almost lazily so that the whole of the slit of her cunt came into view as she groaned with desire. Lindsey used her own hands to open the entrance to her pussy, allowing Collette to take the shaft of the vibrator, tease the entrance to her cunt for a while, run it back and forth over the slippery outer lips and ease it into the very wet tunnel. As she got it inside, slowly and gently working it back and forth, she turned it on and it began to rotate inside the other woman. "Get the tips onto my clit, sweetheart!" she instructed Collette, who moved the prong-like protuberance until it just touched her swelling and again she switched it on. The vibrator was rotating and pulsating as the shaft turned in Lindsey's cunt and the prongs throbbed on her ever more excited clitoris. Lindsey spread her legs even more and helped out by using one hand to spread her cunt-lips so the other two could see and at the same time used the other to gently stroke her breasts, all the while leaning on her elbows so she could get a view of what was being done to her by her amazingly sexy friend.

Lindsey let out a low moan as Collette ran her tongue over her nipples as she eased the vibrator in and out of her cunt, "Keep it on my clit, it makes me want to, want to..... ooooh, oooh fucking hell...."

With a grinding moan she began to come. "Look at me babe," insisted John as Lindsey did exactly as instructed. "Let me see your eyes as you come and that vibrator does its thing inside that super wet cunt of yours." The beautiful blonde with the fantastic nipples stared him straight in the eye as she groaned and worked her body through her orgasm, her pupils dilating and her eyes becoming moist with sexual gratification.

Lindsey continued to come, all the while holding Collette's head to her breasts, then kissing Collette wetly with outstretched tongue or kissing John the same way. John took his turn on the vibrator while Collette stood up, removed her panties, making sure he had a good view of her cunt as she stood an inch from his face and then moved her mound to place it in front of Lindsey's face. Lindsey needed no more invitation but buried her tongue in Collette's slit as she started to come once more and Collette began to gasp with yet to be satisfied lust.

Eventually Lindsey subsided and removed the rabbit from her vagina, slowly easing it out, almost with regret. "I had six orgasms then. Fucking brill!"

"My turn chick," said Collette as she lay back and opened her legs. John and Lindsey took a moment to admire the shape of Collette's mound, the shape and beauty of the lips of her cunt and the protuberance of her clitoris through the swollen lips. Collette spread her legs as wide as she could and like her best friend and lover, leaned back on her elbows so she could see what her sexual satisfaction looked like. "I get a real kick at seeing myself being fucked and played with. We should film me getting gang banged some day so I can wank forever on the results!"

"Here we go sweetie," said Lindsey as she slid the Rabbit slowly and carefully into Collette's oh-so-wet-and-eager cunt by way of a return compliment. John was kissing Collette and just brushing her nipples, running his hands through her hair and then over her belly and just feeling the now vibrating machine which was inside her and starting to get her squirming.

"Oh, that is so fucking good," Collette almost sighed. John held the shaft while Lindsey licked Collette's clit before helping him move the prongs onto the swelling sense organ. With almost a single shudder Collette came, then came again, then once more, the juices running from her cunt over the rabbit and onto the floor. She just grinned at her friends as yet one more time her body shuddered with the almost instant release brought by the rabbit.

After three more orgasms she was spent. She smiled again as she looked at Lindsey. "That's us both done then ducky. That was fantastic you two." As the machine was removed she placed her hand over her swollen clit and then almost casually used her fingers to quickly bring herself to the point of orgasm again, this time the other two able to see the pulsing of her swollen vagina as it became even wetter as Collette spasmed into the strongest orgasm yet. "Whoops, spoke too soon!"

"You certainly did, chick. Watching you come has made me really twitchy again. What do you suggest now, John?"

John looked as if thinking, but it was clear from his grin that his mind was already made up.

"I think you should take the Rabbit and get it into Lindsey's arse, Collette. Do it now while it is still soaking wet. See if you can get the prongs onto her clit while the body is in her arsehole. She loves any kind of anal sex!"

"Oh yes chickie. I think I'd love to feel that rabbit up into my shithole. I think I'm going to come just thinking about you taking that vibrator and sliding into my anus. Please, please, let me feel what it is like to have a rampant rabbit rammed into my arsehole. Fuck me in the arse babeeee. Oh get it in me quickly."

Lindsey lay back and lifted her legs up to allow for access to her behind and her cunt. As she leaned back the slit of her cunt opened and she reached lower to pull the cheeks of her bum apart, allowing for access to the tight sphincter behind the small hole which just came in view, pink like her vagina, almost as if she had one cunt at the front and a smaller, more delightful one to the rear. "If I do this you can get it right in, Collette. See if you can get the whole of the shaft into my arse then the prongs onto my cunt to make me come again."

Collette withdrew the rabbit through the lips of her vulva, taking the soaking shaft and easing it in and out of Lindsey's anal sphincter, gently in then carefully out, until the rear passage was well opened and could take the whole of the vibrator without trouble. She then switched it on and moved the shaft back so that the prongs were just touching the lips of Lindsey's frontal opening. With a shudder again, she came. She smiled at Collette, "Jeez, that feels so good. Really ram it into my arse and get those prongs as near to my clit as you can."

"What about me?" Pleaded Collette.

"Get your bottom over my face." instructed Lindsey. Collette handed the use of the vibrator over to John and positioned herself so she was leaning over Lindsey's face, her cunt near her lips. She rotated her hips so that her anus was closer to Lindsey's face than her vagina. She used her hands as she squatted to open her own arse cheeks to allow Lindsey an open view of her darker, more ring like anal opening. Lindsey took the vibrator from John and told Collette to lower herself so that her tight rosebud was over her mouth, then before she started to tongue Collette's anus told John to get undressed.

He needed no second bidding and in just a moment was there with his penis in his hand, the vibrator in the other, awaiting instructions. "You wish, milady." he joked. As he spoke he continued to work the vibrator into Lindsey's arsehole, moving the shaft so that is was now in, now just out, now just in and continued to ram it deep when he felt like it, all the while the shaft rotating round and round and reaming Lindsey's rectum as the prongs teased her clit when he got it all the way in.

"Fuck Collette in the arse, just in front of my face. Come in my mouth and I can share it with her afterwards. Ah, that fucking rabbit, I'm coming..... again......"

She came with a deep shudder and then helped John to get his rock hard cock into Collette's arse. She licked it and slid it towards the other woman's rear passage, just touching then pushing then gently in and out, even began to wank him off into Collette's anus as he pushed back and forth. Collette took charge of the rabbit in Lindsey's bottom while she enjoyed the shafting of the large prick up her own back entrance. She turned to smile and both of them, "you lucky fuckers, you can see John's cock deep in my arse and all I get is to hold my bottom open for you. Wank my clit for me John, because I know I'm ready to come again with that cock in my bottom."

John reached over and began to circle Collette's clitoris with his fingers, continually fucking in and out of her tight arse. "Come for me babe. I want to feel you come with my cock inside your arse." As he continued to stroke her Lindsey had taken control of the rabbit and was frantically fucking herself, occasionally licking Collette's vaginal lips to aid John's back and forth rutting into the other woman's anus. With yet one more moan Collette came and John cried out with joy as he felt her anal sphincter tighten around his cock, allowing his hand to penetrate her cunt so he could feel the same spasm from the front of her body.

With an equally load groan John removed his cock from Collette's tight anal opening, crying, "fucking hell I can feel a bucket of spunk coming here! Take this cock in there babe!" and lowered it to Lindsey's mouth, helping the come enter it by wanking himself, then allowing Collette to finish it off with her soft hands on the shaft of his penis, pulling the foreskin over the end as she pushed his cock into Lindsey's mouth. . As he began to shoot still more he groaned and pushed his cock into her mouth with his hips, then ran it over her beautiful face and lips. Soon Lindsey's mouth and lips were covered and full and quickly turning to Collette she shared a deep and wet kiss, the jism running out from between their lips. They licked and kissed, sharing the sweet sperm, tasting his juices and laughing with sexual joy.

With a cum soaked smile Lindsey stared down, "Look at that rabbit in my arse. Get the camera John and take a picture." And with that she lay back and began once more to use the vibrator to make herself come.

As he watched this, John began to get another idea, but that is yet another story. 



Rabbit: The Renewal



"Please, oh please Master fuck me, fuck your slut hard, fill me up, I'm begging you please end this torture," she screams. 

Robbed of her sight, she cannot see him, but Rabbit can feel him in the room, the tingling of the fine hairs on the nape of her now-stretched and properly collared neck are a dead give-away to her Master's presence nearby. And nearby his is! He walks around her, the object of her sweet torture swaying back and forth in his right hand. His favourite riding crop and hers too it seems, for with each strike that he lands on her sweat-covered skin, whether hard or soft, she gasps and tries so desperately to lean into it. The pain is now converted into immense pleasure in her mind and she needs release, and soon. He knows she can go farther, he will take her farther, so much farther into the abyss. 

"Soon my pet, soon," he croons into her ear. She moans at the hope he has just given her.

"Rabbit, remember when I found you again, remember how you felt? Let me take you there again."

As he gears up to rain blow after exquisite blow down on her perfect frame, she travels back to when he found her. Alone, unfulfilled, afraid. She has lost all track of time from that glorious day to where she is now, blissfully bound, tied, and blindfolded, suspended in air, every hole open and ready for her Masters use. Putty in her Master's skillful hands. 

...........

After the rushed phone call from the airport to her father telling him she was not going to London, and the ensuing argument that followed, she gladly cancelled her ticket at the booth not caring when the clerk told her it was non-refundable. She can't seem to grasp the fact that she's going home, to him, to where she belongs. All thoughts of her luggage, her future with her father's company, her condominium downtown are pushed to the darkest recesses of her mind, she has her Master back now, everything she needs, he will provide. Control, love, structure, discipline, pain. Oh the sweet pain, she craves it. 

He shepherds her through the mass throng of people on the Departures level of the airport, expertly guiding her to the parking garage where he parked his truck. She arrived by taxi there is no worry about her car being left unattended. Her luggage removed from the hold on the plane, courtesy of his employment with the airline, it will be held for him when he returns to work after his rotation of days off or couriered to his home if he so chooses. 

His mind is quietly working in overdrive; going through what is required to make her his permanently, for good, moving her into his home first, the sale of her condominium, her resignation at work, which after hearing Rabbit's end of the conversation with her father, seems is already a given. A very long vacation on his part. She has been away too long and he knows her too well. She will need structure and control, a bit of a refresher course, if you could call it that. Mmm, he grins to himself, that I will enjoy!

"Rabbit." 

"Yes Master."

"Get in the truck pet," he instructs. He gently helps her up into the passenger side of his truck; it's big, black, and smelling of leather and his scent. She is still in a sort of daze, her mind trying to process everything all at once. Placing her carry-on in the rear, he straps her in, a bit too tightly, to get her attention. 

"Yes Master," she replies, acknowledging the gesture and turning to look at him, eyes downcast with respect.

"Still with me Rabbit?" he asks. He needs only her affirmation that she wants this, wants to return to their previous life. 

"Oh yes Master, please take me home," she answers, her face lighting up with the smile he has sorely missed all these years.

"Very well pet, home it is."

..........

"Rabbit, I said remember, not daydream, Pay Attention!" he bellows, shocking her into reality, for he knows her all too well. The years of being apart have taken their toll on her submission. This will change with the extra care and discipline that is to come. 

Positioning himself mere inches from her face, his thick, proudly erect cock is waiting for the bliss of her hot little mouth, his scent heady in the air. She searches blindly in front of her as a bloodhound memorizing the scent of its prey. His sex smells earthy, sweet, and salty, arousing her, intoxicating her. She involuntarily licks her lips in anticipation. 

"Pet, what do you want, you MUST tell me, I cannot read your mind," he verbalizes. She has always had a problem with vocalizing what she wants, what she needs, and he will break her of this habit today if it takes all afternoon and night. She will learn to be open with him if it kills her. 

"I'm waiting pet, do not make me beat it out of you," he warns, the crop in one had, ready to redden that lovely heart-shaped ass. 

"Master, I...I need."

"What do you need, tell me," as the first slap hits her ass dead centre. Before she responds, he peppers her ass and thighs with the soft leather of the crop. The pink hue has now turned a fiery shade of red. So warm to the touch.

"Uggh, Master please, I, I need to have your cock in my mouth, please let me love it, let me taste you," she blurts, for if she thinks then she will never say it. 

"Very good slut," he rewards as he slowly pushes the purple tip of his engorged cock in between her luscious, plump lips, just an inch at a time, allowing her to tongue and taste and caress him with every cocksucking skill she has, this she has not forgotten. It takes all of his control not to grab her head with both hands and viciously facefuck her, choke her on his swollen cock, but he wants to feel the heat of her throat as she takes him deeper and deeper. 

Lapping at the underside of his blood-filled member as it slides down her open throat, her nose nestles in his pubic hair, depriving her of air for a short while. He can hear her trying to take in air, air she desperately needs. He pauses, remaining motionless to allow her to submit, to give over everything to him, to learn to trust again. He feels her body sag ever so slightly, her submission complete, and he pulls back just enough to allow breath back into her lungs as he reaches his peak and explodes hot ropes of cum down her throat. 

This is exactly what he wants, for her to give up the control she holds so tightly onto. To surrender her every want and need to him so he can remold her psyche, to show her what a beautiful, caring, sexy slut she is. To show her how much she affects him. To prove to her that she will be bound to him always.



Rabbit: The Reunion



Rabbit just stood there breathless, shock, and awe etched into her face. It had to be him, just had to. Although she hadn't seen him in years, she could never forget his soft, strong face or the way he carried himself, exuding a sense of silent power. The way his tailored shirt hugged all the muscles of his back, the perfect fit of his trousers over that luscious ass. Just the thought of him put her body into overdrive; she felt her breasts swell as her nipples puckered into rock-hard nubs of flesh. Her panties tried to absorb all the juices her pussy was producing but to no avail, she could smell her own arousal. She calmed herself, took a long cleansing breath, and shook her head, trying to clear it and the image of him from her mind. He couldn't be here; it has to be her mind playing a trick on her. Rabbit had been thinking of him for some time now, on and off, throughout her life and always wondered what he was doing, what turns his life had taken after she left, if he had found another to replace her. 

Leaving him was THE major mistake in her life. She never could see what was good for her, even if it was right in front of her. Everyone said they fit together like two pieces of the same heart. But no, she had to go and leave, scared of commitment, sacred of letting herself go, of giving over control to the one man, the only one who could love her for what she was and the way she needed. 

"Oh Rabbit, get over it," she scolds herself. He's gone and there's not a damn thing you can do about it now. Sighing to herself, she walks over to the counter to check on her flight, a business trip to London for her father. He's grooming her to take over the business when he retires soon and she's been learning the ropes now for quite a while. The check-in clerk scans her ticket, politely asks her to place ALL her luggage in the weigh-in area, and hands her ticket back to her. Returning her passport and ticket to her purse, she watches her luggage roll of the weigh-in area to join the rest of her fellow travelers' bags to some place deep in the underbelly of the airport, hopefully to arrive safely with her in London and not Beijing or New Delhi. 

"Ok, two hours to kill before I can relax on the plane" she says to herself. She must seem a bit strange to everyone, quietly talking to herself in the middle of the airport but that's just her way. Her mind processes things better when she hears them, and if someone doesn't like it, too fucking bad. Coffee, that's what she needs to relax a bit before she tackles the report for the meeting. Scanning the lobby, she spies a decent café, or what passes as decent in an airport lobby and heads towards it with renewed purpose. 

"What can I get you Miss?" the young body behind the counter asks. 

"Just a large regular, thanks, how much?" Rabbit answers as she digs in the bottom of the purse for change. Her coffee now in hand she takes up a lone seat near the windows of the lobby, they are floor to ceiling and have a wonderful view of the planes as they take-off and land. She's always been fascinated by them, traveling as much as she could just for the rush of the take-off and the view from above the clouds as the sun goes down and then up again. She sips her coffee, her mind traveling back to remember the past, with him, the report long ago forgotten.

He had just come off a double shift and all he wanted right now was a steaming hot shower, a good steak and a beer. Better yet a soft bed, fuck, he was tired, bone tired. But not so tired that he missed her as she walked into the airport, bags in tow. She was still beautiful, just the way he remembered her, his own walking wet dream. Petite, but with all the right curves in all the right places and she filled out that too strict business suit perfectly. Always attentions to detail, even the seams on the back of her stockings were pencil straight. And those heels, she always wore them, thinking herself too short, she never wore shoes with a heel smaller that 4". He stopped near the check-in counters, leaning against a ledge, and set himself up to watch her. 

It had been so long. Yet the instant he saw her again he knew, she was still the only one for him. There had been others after her but none could compare, could fill the void in his heart and soul, none could scream so sweetly for him as she did. Seeing her now had his cock twitching in his pants. Remembering those hot late nights, with her bound to his four-poster king size bed, spread eagle, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweet sweat, all of her jewels open and available to him, writhing in pain and pleasure begging him to end her sweet torture and fuck her senseless. He knows now, in his heart, that before she gets on whatever plane she was scheduled for she will be his again. He has to have her. 

"Hello Rabbit." She must be daydreaming, he thinks to himself, watching those planes through the window, twirling a piece of her blonde hair absentmindedly as is her habit, because she didn't hear him. Taking a step closer to her, he leans over her shoulder, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent, he voices his arrival "Rabbit, I'm waiting." 

A switch went off in her head, the urgent need to please, give, and serve rising from the dark recesses of her mind where she buried it after she left him so long ago. It came crashing to the surface in waves as she stood, automatically, straightened her suit, keeping her eyes downcast. It takes a good amount of time for her mind to realize what is happening, but her conditioning never disappeared, it was buried deep, along with the memories of her Master and the life she craved.

"Rabbit, I've missed you, look at me," he crooned to her as he slowly lifted her chin with his finger, making her look directly into the bluest pair of eyes she has ever seen. Eyes she falls into at a mere glance. She cannot speak, she tries, but before she can open her lips he softly places his fingers across them, instinctively she knows to remain silent. 

She is shaking visibly, and in a public place, that is not a good idea. He reaches around her slim waist, taking a hold of her and effortlessly guides her to a more private sitting area of the lobby. "how, how are you here, you can't be here" she looks at him as if she is seeing a ghost, the ghost who holds her whole being, her soul in his hands. 

"Shhh pet, it is me, I'm here, and everything is as it should be again. You will not leave me again," he tells her quietly, stroking her back with his fingers to help her calm and focus. The sound of his voice is so powerful to her, a drug she craves. Without realizing were she is she submits, slowly sliding down to kneel at the feet of her Master. She has not felt this alive in years, proud to be his again, to serve with pride and love. "Up pet, this is not the place to give me your submission," he commands. She rises and he envelopes her in his arms, arms so strong and powerful, but loving and gentle as well. His touch is enough to start the fire deep within in. "Where are you going?" he questioned, "because wherever it is, cancel it, you are coming home with me for good." 

She smiles, a grin so large it lights up the whole of her face, "Yes Master, please take me home, for good this time." She knows now what she has always known in her heart of hearts she will be bound to him always.



Rabbit's Holes



I wait patiently for my pet to arrive. I stand behind the door waiting, collar in hand ready to pounce. My heart is racing as I run through in my mind what I have in store for he today. The sound of the key in the door brings me back to life, I steady myself as she steps through the door.....

We are a strange couple, married but not to each other. High school sweethearts that have re-connected 20 years down the road. Ours is a relationship of lust...pain,suffering and lust.

I lunge at her and quickly snap the collar around her throat. Her first instinct is to protect herself, reaching for neck but I reach around her luscious body and grab hold of her arms. 

"No, no, no, pet" I gently whisper in her ear.

I can hear her breathing quicken as she begins to wonder what I have in store for her. I turn her around to face me, what a wonderful sight she is, slightly panicked and collared.

"Take off you underwear" I demand. 

She looks at me and begins to speak but I cut her off.

"Don't open your mouth until I tell you to" I growl at her.

"Now do like you women do and take off your underwear"

She now understands what I want her to do. As my pet starts to wiggle that lovely frame and remove her bra my member starts to awaken. I pull her by the leash that is attached to her collar. 

"Hurry it up slut, you know we don't have all day" I tell her.

I see her face redden as I call her a slut but I can also see her nipples are rock hard,trying to rip holes in the blouse she's wearing. She is balancing on one foot,removing her panties from under her dress when I pull on the leash again. She stumbles and tears her panties. 

"Oh well" I say "There's another pair that your husband will never see again"

Her stumble has left her on all fours, her ass sticking proudly in the air.

"I can smell you pet" I tell her. A combination of her pussy and ass fill the air. I always loved that about her, her scent was very arousing and present. I pull her up onto her knees and move in front of her. Her gaze is at the floor,exactly as it should be. I cannot believe how lucky I am...

I have two lives. One honest and true the other this... a slut at my feet ready to do whatever it is I want her to do.

I step closer to her.

"Do you want to suck my cock?" I ask.

She looks at me and I nod.

"Yes Master" she says

I frown

"Yes Master, I want to suck your cock" she quickly re-answers.

"You may undo my pants" I tell her

She reaches up and undoes my pants, my cock straining against the material. They fall to the floor and my cock springs forward. What a sight,my rock hard cock inches away from my married sluts wanting face. I push my cock to her lips.

"Kiss my cock slut" I tell her.

She obeys and kisses the head of my cock. 

"Do you still want to suck it?" I ask again.

She pulls away "Yes Master I do" she says.

"I don't believe you" is my answer to her.

"Please Master, may I suck your cock. I need it in my mouth, I need to feel you, to taste you in my mouth" she pleads.

I am starting to get aroused now. I love when she begs. I also like to make her squirm. She likes when I say and do nasty things to her.

"Maybe" I reply 

"Did you fuck your husband last night? I ask

She looks down at the ground, a tell tale sign.

"Did you suck HIS cock? I question her.

Her hesitation upsets me and I yank on her leash.

"Well?" I demand.

"Yes Master, I sucked his cock" she embarrassingly admitted.

"Did you let him cum in your mouth?" I ask.

I can see the redness in her face grow with each question. I love this, watching her get more and more uncomfortable. Her humiliation is my pleasure.

"Yes Master, I did not let him cum in my mouth" was answer.

"So you sucked and fucked your husband last night and now you are on your knees in front of me begging to suck my cock" I mused

"So what does that make you then?" I coyly ask

The question reddens her face even further. She knows what I want to hear and she knows it's true.

I can smell her pussy from here and I know she must be itching for relief.

"I am your slut" she says bowing her head.

I grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet.

"You're what?!" I yell in to her face.

I take hold of her by the throat and push her against the wall. Slowly I squeeze, her air cut off I ask her again,

"You're What?"

There is fear in her eyes, which I like, yet she knows I won't hurt her.I release my grip enough to let her speak.

"I..I..am a slut" she stutters. 

She stands there, her head bowed, collar around her neck, leash hanging down with no underwear...broken...

She is beautiful.

I use my foot to push her legs apart.

"So you fucked him last night?" I state,

"too bad"

She knows what's coming now. I reach down and pull her skirt up over her hips. She is trying to avoid my gaze but knows she cannot. I run my hand over her stomach and slide it down to her pussy.

"Look at me" I command 

"I want you to see who is doing this to you."

Her pussy is soaked

"Were you this wet for your husband?" I chuckle

There are tears in her eyes but I know they are not tears of sorrow but tears of ecstasy.

"No master, I wasn't this wet for him" she says.

I slide two fingers into her soaking pussy. Deeper and deeper I go until...I find it, the entrance to her womb. She let's out a moan as I hit it. 

"Does your husband hit this with his cock?" I ask

She is gasping, my fingers are working her pussy and her mind is racing.

"No" is all she can muster as she struggles to stay on her feet.

I pull my fingers out leaving her empty and wanting. She is looking at me in disbelief. 

I place my two fingers on her lips,they are glistening with her juices.

"Clean my fingers slut" I demand "Maybe next time you will know your place."

She knows what she did. She knows that she misspoke and her punishment is this. My fingers slide into her mouth as easily as they slid into her cunt. I swirl them around her mouth to make sure she gets all her juices off my fingers. I pull my clean fingers out of her mouth and step back.

"Do you want to cum?" I ask

The look on her face tells me she knows what I mean. She hates doing that as much as I love watching it. Her hands move down to the front of her hips. Her face reddens.

"Yes Master I want to cum." she answers

"How do you intend on cumming slut?" I playfully ask

She hesitates, I reach out and slap her face.

Just hard enough to wake her up. She glares at me. I know she doesn't like that at all.

"Don't you look at me like that slut!" I angrily say "I'll leave you right her and now!"

Her stance changed immediately.

"Master may I finger my pussy until I cum? Please?" she implores.

I bring over a chair and sit down, I might as well be comfortable. I can see her pussy juices glistening on her lips. Her clit is straining against it's hood. She is patiently waiting. Waiting like the submissive slut that she is.

"Take off your clothes, I want you naked." I tell her

She takes off her blouse first. Her breasts are beautiful. They haven't changed in all these years. Long hard nipples like pencil erasers and small tight areola. All riding atop large bulbous mammaries. I reach out and give one a squeeze. It is soft yet firm in my hand. I can't wait to abuse them I say to myself.

She pushes her skirt over her hips, with a wiggle and it falls to the floor. Her pubic hair is slowly growing in. I told her to grow it back. At first she was reluctant, her husband likes her clean shaven.

I let her know that I really didn't give a damn about her husband and that I like pubic hair. If she wanted to continue this affair she better grow it back. It's nice to know she does what I tell her to do.

There she is standing naked in front of me except for her 5 inch pumps.

"Turn around" I tell her.

As she turns around I unbuckle my belt. She hears it and lets out a moan. Her ass is gorgeous. Large and fleshy, perfect for spanking. I caress her globe, it's cool to the touch. That will change I chuckle to myself.

"Did your husband fuck you in the ass too?" I question her

"No Master he didn't" was her reply

As my belt landed on her ass she jumped. 

"What did you say slut?" I ask

"No master my husband didn't fuck me in the ass!"

she cried "That is yours...my ass is yours master" she quickly corrected herself.

The second strap was even harder. I could see the welt quickly raising on her ass.

I sat back down and admired my work. Such a lovely ass, now had some color on it.

"Back up towards me" I command her.

I stop her a foot away from me.

"So I guess this is the only hole I can do today" I mutter as I caress her but. I run my hands along the crack of her ass. When I reach the bottom I slowly spread her cheeks. She resists. 

"So you don't want me to fuck you in the ass?" I announce

"No Master...I do" She stammers 

My hands start to hit the fleshy globes of her ass with reckless abandon. Her ass turns a deep crimson and I only stop when my hands begin to hurt. My pet is struggling to stay on her feet after the assault on her ass. Her breathing is so fast it sounds like one elongated gasp.

"M-M-Master Please..Please fuck me in the ass....Your slut needs to feel her masters cock in her ass." she manages to tell me.

I am pleased that she is begging. I now know she will comply with my every wish.

"If that's the case, show me where you want me to fuck you." I bellow.

She knows what I want. She reaches around and takes hold of a reddened ass cheek in each hand.

Leaning forward she spreads her ass cheeks exposing her puckered brown asshole. 

"Spread you ass more." I demand

I can't see but I know her face is as red as her ass. She spreads her ass more. I can see her entire sphincter and it looks wonderful.

"Further" I tell my slut.

She stretches her ass some more. What a sight!

I can see her entire ring and the center of her asshole is peeling back to show me a bit of pink in the center. The smell of her ass is intoxicating. I can't resist. I slowly put a dry finger on the center pink spot and ask,

"Do you want me to fuck you here slut?"

"Yes Master please fuck your slut in the ass." she pleads.

"Soon, pet soon" I answer

What she doesn't know is that I have a surprise for her. I open up the package I have in my jacket.

"Do you still want to cum?" I ask

"Master, Your slut needs to cum" She begs

With her still bent over I gently moisten the new butt plug on her pussy making sure not to rub any sensitive parts. The butt plug now wet I position the tip on her rear hole. I slowly slide the but plug in a little at a time. I hear my slut gasp as it enters her ass. The gasps turn to moans as the plug gets thicker and deeper in her ass. The plug wanted to keep sliding out, a quick slap on the ass and my slut eased her sphincter to allow her asshole to accept the plug and hold it in place,

"Stand Up and turn around" I ordered "you better make sure that plug stays in place" I added

There she was naked, in heels, pussy dripping juice, ass spanked and plugged, embarrassed and still hadn't cum.

"Come closer and put one foot up on the chair, whore." I demanded "I want to see this up close"

"You want to cum?" I asked again

"Yes Master please let this slut cum" she cried

"Do it,finger yourself until you cum" I calmly said

Her hands slid to her pussy and started to rub> She was rubbing everything, her lips, her clit her thighs...everywhere. I could smell her sex, it was great. The way she was attacking her cunt you wouldn't know she hated to play with herself in front of me.

"Look at me" I interrupted

She looked down and I smiled back at her.

"Spread you pussy, I want to see you clit." I told her.

I have never seen her face so red. She spread pussy and exposed her clit for me. I looked up at her and flicked her clit as hard as I could. She enjoyed the pain. She let out a moan that told me she was getting close to cumming. I flicked her clit again.  

"Close slut?" I asked

All she could do was grunt.

"Get your fingers deep into that pussy of yours" I barked "Show me that clit again"

When she did I spit on it.

"You dirty bitch, want me to fuck you with a filthy cunt full of you husbands sperm!" I yell

I can see it working. Her hands are moving faster and deeper. Her face is now tear streaked with shame. The shame that is causing the tears on her face is also causing her pussy to leak. She can't help herself she loves to be humiliated.

I can see she is almost ready to cum.

I stand up and slap her tits. She reels back steadies her self.

"Again Master, hit me again...please" she begs

I grab hold of he nipple and stretch out her tit. 

In one motion I slap the underside of her breast and squeeze her nipple as hard as I can. This slut loves pain.

She is gasping now, getting ready to cum.

As she nears her climax she feels a sensation she has never felt before. She drops to her knees and squirts on the floor as she orgasms. As I manipulate the vibrating speed on the butt plug she continues to orgasm. Her hand still in her pussy, she lies in a heap on the floor. Her body pulsing in after glow. She realizes that what her master had promised her not so ago has happened, he caused her to squirt while orgasming

I look down at her, what a mess. Her hair is a sweaty mop, her pussy dripping,her breast ached and her ass plugged and welted, but she was mine.

Without saying a word I reached down and removed the butt plug. Now it was my turn. I rolled her on to her back. She looked up at me and mouthed the words "Thank you". She had no energy left to speak. I knew this, so any more punishment would be useless.

I squatted above her face and told her to suck on my balls, she was great at that. My cock was so hard it hurt and I knew I needed a release soon.

I slid my body up her face. my asshole was right above her face. Not a word was spoken, she just started licking my hole. Her tongue was superb and her technique excellent. I could feel my balls stiffening,I knew it was time.

I rolled her over and instinctively she raised on to all fours. Her ass had closed now but was still red. I spread her cheeks and lined up the head of my cock with her shithole.

"Ready" I asked

"Fuck your slut in the ass master, fuck her good and hard and cum deep in her ass." she begged

With that I plunged into her ass. Well lubed and stretched it went in without too much resistance.

She moaned as all 8 inches rammed through her sphincter and into her bowels.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, cum in my ass master...I want to take it home with me....you are amazing...my husband is a wimp.....oohhhh fuck me"

She ranted

I pushed as far into her as I could and let go a stream of cum. As my cum hit her bowels my little slut came again.

What a wonderful feeling it is to have your cock milked by a spasming asshole.

After a minute or so I pulled my cock from her ass. She was getting up and saw my cock was still semi hard and covered in a mixture of cum and shit.

"Here let me clean that up for you master" she said as she took my cock in her mouth.