The Bloody Bunny
tags: M/f, no-sex, hanging, torture, piss
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
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I was a bit early when I arrived at the bar. Standing on the door, I looked at the sign hanging above me with growing unease.
It said the Bloody Bunny, just as she said it would, thought the plain steel sign gave no clue as to why exactly it was called that way.
I turned around, wondering if this was some kind of trap to still my liver or a kidney. The door was in the middle of a dark alley, with plain brick walls towering above it.
After a bit of deliberation, I decided to give it a try, thinking that if the place looked to rough I would leave.
Then I tried the handle I saw the door was unlocked, so I went in. Inside there was a narrow stair, which went down one floor and ended inside a big room.
To my surprise, the place was nicely decorated and the few customers I saw looked friendlier than what I expected. A catchy jazz song that was somehow familiar was playing on the background, but I couldn’t remember the name.
The bar was right next to the entrance, and behind it the bartender was arranging some liquor bottles on the shelves. He was a tall man, maybe in his 50, bald and fat, with a face that was neither friendly nor hostile.
Feeling a little uncomfortable, I waved at him and he waved me closer.
‘Your first time here?’ he asked me as he leaned in the bar.
‘Is it that obvious?’ I said laughing as I tried to break the ice.
To my relief, he started laughing and asked me what I wanted to drink. I asked him for a beer and he set a tall and frosty chopp full of cold beer.
My date wasn't answering my messages, so I put my phone away and took a seat on the bar. While I sipped my beer, I wondered how such a nice place was so empty on a friday night.
That was when I noticed the waitress, walking along the tables.
She was dressed in a black corset teddy, like the ones the Playboy Bunny’s used, complete with black pantyhose, white fluffy tail and high heels. She looked young, maybe 18 years old, but her body was full of curves and her breast filled the corset nicely.
On top of her head she was wearing a set of black bunny ears and her brown hair was tied in a ponytail behind her.
What was definitely not standard, was the thick leather collar around her neck, and the two matching cuffs around her wrists.
I also thought that the cut of the corset was even more revealing that the one the Bunny’s wore, something that I hadn't thought possible up until then.
As I watched her walking towards the bar, a man slapped her ass, making her jump. The bottles she had on the tray tipped over, but she caught them before they could fall to the floor. Her face turned a deep shade of red, but she continued walking without saying a word.
I turned around, looking for the bartender, who was also watching her right besides me.
‘Hey� mmm� what the deal with her?’ I asked him.
He tapped the name tag pinned to his chest while he smiled.
‘That, is half of the reason why this place is called the Bloody Bunny.’ said Mike.
I contemplated that thought in my head for a few seconds before I started wondering about the other half.
The waitress got to the bar, handing Mike the bottles. Then she turned around, leaning against the bar with her long legs stretched in front of her.
I wanted to ask Mike about the other half, but I realized that I had to pee. I looked around, searching for the bathroom sign, but I couldn't find it. When I asked him but he told me there was no bathroom.
Looking at him in what must have been a pretty stupid face, I waited for him to elaborate, but he remained quiet.
‘So� where do I go, then?’ I asked him, getting a bit irritated.
‘How exactly did you arrive here?’ he asked me.
I told him I had arranged for a date with a girl here, and then he asked me if she had explained me anything about the bar, to what I said not a fucking thing.
‘Ahhh, that explains it then. Okay, just follow Autumn, she will show you’.
Upon hearing her name, the waitress jumped up. She looked at him with a face of pure fear, and then she grabbed my hand. Walking ahead of me, she led me to a corner where a small partition hid us from the rest of the clients.
When we got there, she looked a bit nervous, and to my surprise, she kneeled down on the floor, just in front of me. Then she tilted her head slightly back and opened her mouth.
I looked at her and then around, thinking that they were trying to prank me, but I saw no obvious cameras.
Meanwhile, she stood still on the floor, looking into my eyes. The more I waited the more uncomfortable she looked, and she hadn't looked all that happy to begin with. Even then, she stood still and didn't say a word.
Prank or not, I decided to have a little fun.
I took my cock out, aiming it at her face. I expected her to ran away at the sight of it, but she stood still.
Dumbfounded and desperate to pee, I aimed at her mouth and started peeing.
A yellow stream of urine shoot straight into her open mouth. She stayed in place as her mouth started to fill and when it got full, she closed it� and then and swallowed.
She started coughing and that made her move her head, but I couldn't stop. I kept peeing, covering her face and her hair in piss, until she was drenched. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I aimed my cock at her face and her chest, until I couldn't keep going.
Once I was done, I shock my cock like I would do at the urinals, and zipped my pants back up
Autumn stood on the floor, drenched in piss with a look of pure misery on her face.
I started laughing at the absurdity of the situation. She seemed offended by it, as she looked away from me as piss dripped from her face. A pool of piss had formed under her, and I took a step back to avoid wetting my shoes.
I left her there and returned to the bar, where Mike was cleaning some glasses.
I looked at him, grinning, as I waited for him to tell me it had all been a joke, but soon Autumn appeared from behind the partition, headed straight for us.
The few customers in looked at her, but they didn't seemed concerned at seeing the young waitress drenched in my piss.
When she arrived at the bar, she resumed her position. Mike didn’t say a word either, and it dawned on me that this was no prank.
After thinking about it for a minute, I turned towards Mike. He placed the glass he was cleaning on the table and then waited.
‘So� you said that she was half of the name, right? What about the other half?’ I asked him.
‘Thought you would never ask!’ he said smiling.
Next to us, Autumn started trembling while her eyes darted to the door. She looked ready to run when Mike grabbed her by one arm, clamping one big meaty hand around it.
He pulled a steel clip from behind the counter, and in one swift move he pulled her arms behind her and then clipped the two leather cuffs together.
‘No, please!’ she begged him, her voice shrill with fear.
Mike didn't seem to care what she said as he dragged her to the wall opposite the bar.
I followed him along as she kept begging him. By that time I was really horny, and my cock was pushing painfully against my pants.
Once there, he pressed her against the wall with one hand and with the other he unhooked a length of rope that was hanging from the ceiling.
Autumn seemed terrified as he worked on the rope. Her breathing got fast and shallow and she kept licking her lips.
When he turned, I saw he had tied of noose on the end of the rope, which he quickly slipped over her neck, just above her collar.
‘Please, Mike! I don't want to! Everything but this!’ she begged at him, but his only answer was a sharp lap on her face.
After that she remained silent, but her face looked even more fearful than before.
I was completely stunned. Was he really going to hang her? Next to me, a few of the clients had gotten closer to see this, but they didn't seem surprised by the scene, only amused.
In front of us, Autumn had her eyes closed and her lips were moving silently, as if she was praying. Her face was still red from the slap.
Mike moved to the side where I saw the other end of the rope, tied to a hook on the wall. He untied it and then pulled from it.
Autumn gasped in shock, her eyes flying open, as the noose closed tightly around her neck. For a second she was hanging from the noose as she stretched her feet under her in search for the floor.
Then Mike lowered her slowly until she could stand on her toes if she stretched.
After tying a knot he went towards Autumn again. She had her tongue out and her face was slowly turning red but I could hear that she was still breathing.
Her panicked eyes followed him around as he stood in front of her and I could see her arms pulling behind her, but the cuffs held her tight.
Grabbing the front of her corset, he pulled down, revealing her breasts. She slipped as she tried to escape, falling and putting even more pressure on her neck. After a few seconds she managed to stand on her toes again, but the high heels didn't make it easy for her.
She started crying as the noose dug deeply into her neck, crushing her throat. Her breast were bouncing as her feet kept slipping, but somehow she managed to stay standing.
Satisfied, Mike walked up to me, and gave me three red darts.
‘I go first, on the left. You go on the right.’ he said.
Taking aim, he threw the dart towards her. In stuck her left tit with a meaty thunk, and it remained there.
She cried in pain, as the point dug into her flesh. A little drop of blood ran down her breast, like a single bloody tear. After that I had no more doubts.
I grinned at her, and as took aim she looked at me. Her eyes silently pleading for mercy, but I had none.
I threw my first dart, landing it on her right breast, a few inches from her nipple. She jumped again, and as the noose tightened a little more she started gasping hard.
Mike trew after me, landing way too low. The dart struck her stomach and she doubled over, pulling from the rope until she realized her mistake. She quickly straightened her back, stretching her shapely legs as she tried to loosen the noose.
‘It hurts! Please!’ she whispered as I prepared for my second attempt.
My dart flew straight into her breast, landing half an inch closer to her nipple than before. Behind us, everyone was watching us play.
As Mike took aim I watched as blood trickled from the darts. His last dart was even worse than before. It hit the wall next to her and then glanced off, falling to the floor.
Paralyzed by fear, I saw a trickle of piss sliding down her legs as she lost control of herself. Soon her pantyhose was soaking wet and a pool of piss had formed under her.
I took my time, enjoying her terror, and then threw my third and final dart. It flew in a perfect arc, landing on the middle of her right nipple.
‘Ungghhh!’ she wailed as it struck, her breast bouncing.
She cried loudly in pain, her legs folding under her from the shock. As she fell, the noose closed even tighter, and her face quickly turned a deep blue color.
Her eyes locked on mine as she tried to stand again, but her feet kept slipping on the wet floor.
Mike congratulated me and I felt pretty pleased with myself.
I went to retrieve the darts, standing in front of her as she struggled, but making no attempt to help her. When she was able to stand again, the noose opened just a bit. From there� I could hear her breathing, the air making a rasping sound as it passed her throat.
One by one, I pulled the darts out of her, drawing more blood. The last one was the one sticking from her nipple. While she must have been in agony, I wanted a bit more.
Grabbing the dart, I twisted it inside her. She closed her eyes, and a gurgle escaped her throat as she couldn't even scream again.
Laughing, I pulled it out slowly, her nippled stretching with it as the friction held it firmly in place� until it was out. She gasped in pain, and I looked at her, a smirk in my face.
Turning around, I looked at Mike who was talking to a man next to him.
‘Hey, want to play double or nothing?’
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