Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
ERIK
Our little Bunny is fast, I’ll give her that.
None of us had anticipated her trying to escape, although in hindsight, we really should have.
She takes off like the hounds of hell are chasing her, and all three of us are caught off guard, so she gets a decent head start.
Of course, it doesn’t take us long to react and form a pincer maneuver to surround her.
Gray runs ahead to cut her off, since he has the longest legs, and Cain moves in behind her so she can’t double back, while I move to intercept between the two of them.
It’s unlikely she’ll make it to the river, since it’s almost inaccessible from this particular point… and of course, this is all part of the game.
Her own fantasies are a flee and capture scenario, which includes being forced and pushed outside her comfort zone.
It’s a scant five minutes before we have her apprehended. She puts up a surprisingly good fight, kicking and flailing in an exceptionally realistic attempt to evade capture. It’s fruitless though, we outnumber and outweigh her threefold, so she has no chance.
Since he still has the rope he was holding, Cain makes quick work of tying her wrists behind her back before Gray hoists her onto his shoulder and we trudge back to the playroom cabin, all of us exhilarated by the chase.
Stepping inside again, Cain makes a point of locking and bolting the door while I look around.
I’m not sure I know where to start. There are so many things I want to do to this girl.
Our little Bunny.
There’s just not enough time for it all, so now we have to priorities.
It might be easier if it were just me, but I have to consider what Cain and Gray want… and Bunny as well.
This is her fantasy too, after all.
The truth is, despite the significant amount we paid to be paired with our perfect fantasy woman, and all the forms and questionnaires we each filled out documenting different elements of our individual fantasies, along with our limits and safety protocols, the one thing we never really discussed in any depth was what specific scenes we’d carry out.
Some of that was the desire to let things play out organically, rather than becoming too scripted. But I also think a lot of it was because our expectations weren’t all that high.
Now I’m kicking myself, because we should at least have made a broad plan, one which would work for everyone instead of wasting time thinking about it, then doing things off the cuff.
Although we all want broadly the same things, there are different elements important to each of us, and we owe it to each other, and Bunny, to make those work in tandem.
Luckily, Cain, Gray and I know not only know each other well, having met as kids in boarding school, then deciding to go into business together. We’re also good at reading each other. That’s the saving grace here.
I glance over at Bunny. God, she looks pretty in our ropes.
Her wide eyes dart around the room, taking in the array of implements with a mixture of what I believe is excitement… and fear? It's hard to tell in the dim light, but I know by now how good her acting skills are.
"What do you think, sweetheart?" I ask, keeping my voice low and smooth. "See anything that catches your eye?"
She whimpers softly, shaking her head. But I notice her gaze lingering on the stocks. Interesting.
I catch Cain's eye and give a subtle nod towards the mediaeval punishment device. He picks up on my hint immediately, moving to stand beside it.
"I think our little Bunny needs to get more acquainted with her new playground," he says, running his hand along the aged wooden surface. "What do you say we help her explore?"
Gray chuckles darkly. "I say that's an excellent idea."
As one, we move her towards the device. Bunny struggles weakly against her bonds, but there's no real force behind it. She knows she's at our mercy - exactly where she wants to be, if her fantasy profile is to be believed.
She attempts to resist as we remove the ropes securing her, then strip off what little clothing she has covering her.
Within moments her neck and hands are clamped between the boards of the stocks.
For good measure, and to add to the scene, Gray straps a spreader bar between her ankles, so she can’t close her legs.
She’s completely on display for us like this, her heavy breasts and pretty pink pussy ready for us to play with.
But I want so much more than that.
I run my hand along Bunny's exposed back, feeling her shiver under my touch. Her skin is so soft, so inviting. I can't wait to mark it.
"Now, my sweet little Bunny," I purr, leaning in close to her ear. "You're going to learn what happens to naughty girls who try to run away."
I select a particularly lethal thin and flexible cane from the wall, testing it with a few practice swishes through the air.
Bunny’s been pushing for a harsh punishment with that little escape attempt and her refusal to eat, so I’m determined to give it to her.
The sound makes her flinch, and all three of us smile at the reaction.
Damn, she’s a dream.
"Count them," I instruct. "And thank us after each one."
Without warning, I bring the cane down across her already red, upturned ass. The crack echoes through the room, followed by Bunny's sharp gasp. She’s slow to comply though so I up the ante.
“Let’s start again, shall we,” I say with deceptive softness before I bring the cane down hard, leaving a harsh pink welt across the back of her thighs.
Bunny howls, throwing her head back and thumping it against the panel that holds her in place.
She’s quicker this time. "O-one," she shrieks. "Th-thank you." The tears evident in her voice make me hard.
"Good girl," Cain praises, running his fingers through her hair.
I land the next stroke slightly higher and a little less harshly, watching the red line bloom on her pale skin.
"Two! Thank you!"
Her voice is already strained. I wonder how long she'll last before she's begging us to stop. The thought makes my cock throb.
"Three! Thank you!" Bunny cries out as I deliver the next stroke. Her body trembles, muscles tensing as she anticipates the next blow.
I pause, admiring the angry red lines crisscrossing her soft flesh. My fingers trace them gently, feeling the heat radiating from her marked skin. Bunny whimpers at my touch, her hips shifting restlessly.
I pass on the rod, moving to stand by Bunny's head. Her face is flushed, tears streaking her cheeks. I brush them away with my thumb.
"Open," I command softly. When she hesitates, I grip her jaw firmly. "I said open."
Her lips part reluctantly. I push two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
"Suck," I order.
As she begins to work her mouth around my fingers, Gray brings the cane down hard.
Bunny's cry is muffled around my fingers as the cane strikes her again. Her body jerks, but she can't escape the vicious bite of the thin wood.
"Four," Gray prompts when she fails to count. "Say it."
"F-four," she gasps when I remove my fingers. "Thank you."
I nod to Cain, who takes his turn with the cane. The whistle of it cutting through the air is followed by a sharp crack as it connects with Bunny's tender flesh.
"Five! Thank you!" she sobs, her voice breaking.
We continue like this, trading off with the cane, forcing Bunny to count each stroke and thank us for her punishment. By the tenth strike, she's openly weeping, her body shaking.
"Please," she begs. "No more. I'll be good, I promise."
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as far as the stocks allow. "Oh sweetness, we're just getting started," I growl in her ear. "You think a little spanking is all you deserve for trying to run away?"
Okay, so it’s a vicious caning, but I like the way she trembles at the thought that there might be worse to come.
My free hand slides down her quivering flanks which are now coated in a clammy sheen of perspiration.
Stepping away from her, I make a slow, deliberate show of removing my belt, sliding it through the loops one by one, then doubling it and snapping the two halves together, causing her to flinch and whimper deliciously, her eyes glued to the leather.