Chapter Ten

Fear was the largest driving factor in Bunny's life. Past, present, future; she shivered all the same. It was a frigid sort of panic, crashing over her like a sheet of ice. Her shaking hands and dry mouth were the only distractions when she was gripped helplessly in its hold.

It was this emotion that drove her toward success. She feared that she would fail at finding independence above all else, that would become dependent on another human being. Some stayed for companionship, others for finances, and still more for a myriad of other reasons. Bunny had the opposite problem: she didn't stay.

Her life was comprised of many lonely years in self-imposed isolation. It was too dangerous to let others inside. What if they didn't like what they found? Regardless of her outer beauty, Bunny often struggled with her lack thereof on the inside. She thought often about her humanity and how much of it she applied or, more importantly, didn't apply to her daily life.

Consistently, she felt that she failed to deliver on the unspoken societal promise to do well by others.

Was she enough? Could she be enough?

She decided to be enough for herself, even if that fell short under a different lens. She didn't need another human being to confirm her goodness and she railed against any confirmation given to her. It was nobody's place to judge her, whether positively or otherwise. Taking compliments wasn't her strong suit.

Bunny sighed, head falling forward as she crossed her arms. She had paused to breathe and get her bearings.

She felt terribly exposed; emotionally, rather than physically. While standing there stark naked, Bunny began to shake despite the high-noon sun slipping through the canopy. It wasn't bitterly cold, but there was a subtle chill leftover from the recent winter. The running had kept her warm. Now, the cool was creeping into her skin.

Nearby, she heard rustling. Bunny whipped around, attempting to locate the origin of the sound. She wasn't certain it was him. No, it could have been shifting debris or a small animal. But it wasn't, because not a second later did her captor step out from behind a thick tree.

"Boo," He said, smiling hungrily.

Bunny stepped back, heart picking up an uncomfortable pace. Her melancholic musing was long forgotten as every part of her psyche locked onto the present threat.

"You know, Bunny, you're still the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen in my life."

At this, she snarled, teeth bared in a way all too animalistic, "Fuck you."

This outburst earned a hearty laugh, deep and barking. Demetrius then began moving forward, stalking toward her with all the powerful confidence of a jungle animal. He was no longer wearing his riding habit. Bunny briefly realized that she must have been wandering through the woods longer than she thought if he had time to change his clothing and come after her. How long had it been? She had been so lost in her thoughts that she couldn't tell.

He now donned a fully black outfit; shirt, jeans, boots. It made him look less like a leopard and more like a cat burglar. She giggled.

"Something funny, little Bunny?" Demetrius said with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh, you just look absolutely ridiculous. Sometimes I have to wonder who dresses you and why your taste never evolved past what was obviously a dark, dark time in High School." Immediately, his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. Bunny gulped while a chill crept along her spine.

And then she turned and ran.

The ruckus behind her made it obvious that he had taken up the chase, and she mentally cursed him for having the advantage of protection in the form of clothing. The ground was battering her already bruised and bleeding feet. Tree branches and bushes snagged at her skin, leaving abrasions in their wake. Bunny could hear him not far behind, but it seemed he was keeping the same pace.

What is he doing? She asked herself, exasperated.

And then she realized that he was running her down like a prey animal. Often in the natural world, predators would give chase and run their victims until ragged. Large herbivores were easier to take down when exhausted.

This went on for what felt like forever. It was a true test of her endurance and she knew she was going to fail. Her heart was hammering at this point, lungs burning. She was losing steam. He was winning.

Finally, her wobbling legs gave out and she fell to her knees, wincing out a yelp as her skin made contact with the rough forest floor.

Her heavy panting nearly covered the noise of his approach. She was close to coughing and choking in desperation for more oxygen. It wasn't a foreign feeling for Bunny. No, she often went as hard as she could while exercising. In this context, it only made her head spin harder while her heart pistoned.

Bunny whimpered in anticipation, pussy beginning to throb even while her brain battled against the purely physiological reaction. He had effectively trained her body to expect sexual gratification whenever he was near.

She didn't like this. She didn't.

Demetrius was crouching beside her, his proximity bringing another wave of shivers. "It's okay, Bunny," He murmured, reaching a hand to stroke her cheek with a single finger, "I'm not going to hurt you. Why would I do that? You're mine, and I'm not the type to destroy my toys."

She heaved a gasping, dry sob, empty of tears but painfully filled with overwhelming frustration.

"Come here, Bunny," He whispered, gathering her shaking body into his arms. Demetrius held her to his chest, her head tucked under his chin, hand stroking her hair. At first, Bunny struggled in the embrace but gave up quickly when she realized his iron grip was unrelenting regardless of her efforts.

Bunny instead collapsed in on herself. She had thought she didn't have any more tears to cry, but her body began to dredge up whatever remnants were left.

She choked on her sobs as her life began to slowly unroll in her head like a scroll, revealing scene after scene of horror and heartache. Even while she was brimming with revulsion at his touch, she buried herself into his chest and let herself yield to his embrace.

"I know, sweet one," He whispered, kissing the top of her head, "But you're safe. It doesn't feel like it, but I promise I will protect and adore you for the rest of your life. You will never know another day of fear, sadness, or struggle. As long as you are in my arms, you have nothing to fear in this world. Let yourself accept that, Bunny."

The vibrations in his chest were comforting in the same way as a purr. Bunny was entirely spent, limply holding onto his arms as she caught her breath. Demetrius produced a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping gently at her tears and then pinching her nose.

"Blow."

She did so, briefly disgusted at the concept. He tossed it to the ground.

"What are you going to do to me?" Bunny whispered, lower lip still trembling even as her body began to still. His comforting scent surrounded her.

"I think I'd prefer to keep you guessing. You'll see soon enough."

She didn't respond.

"Hold on a minute," He said, gently releasing her, going slow to ensure her stability. There was a backpack on the ground that she hadn't realized he had been wearing, likely because it had blended in with the rest of his attire. She assumed he had slipped it off before crouching down next to her.

He took out a blanket, spreading it across the forest floor, and directed her to lay on her stomach. Bunny obliged.

Demetrius emptied the contents of the bag onto the blanket. She felt his large hand take the base of the plug still lodged in her ass and then whimpered as he pulled it from her. It had been inside of her for too long, making the removal more painful than it should have been.

From there, she heard him unzip his pants and then felt coolness on her ass. He was coating her rear entrance in lube, a finger slipping in, and then two. Bunny mewled, tensing and releasing as he began to twist and thrust, readying her so that she could take his cock.

After working her thoroughly, Demetrius positioned himself and leaned his head down so that his mouth was level with her ear. "Relax and take it for me like a good girl."

His whisper sent electricity surging through her body and into her groin. She groaned, pressing her face into the blanket.

With that, she felt the head of his manhood press against her rear entrance and then slowly inside of her. Bunny let loose an inhuman sound, somewhere between a throaty moan and gargle.

Demetrius was slow and gentle, pushing further inside of her with every measured thrust. The friction built, pleasure slowly following as he found the spot inside of her that made her vision blur. Bunny's hips began to wave back and forth, encouraging him deeper. She let go of the fear, let loose the heavy burden weighing on her since long before her kidnapping.

At this moment, she only allowed herself to feel the intense fullness bringing her otherworldly pleasure.

"That's my girl, Bunny. God, you feel incredible," Demetrius panted, quaking as he paced himself. Bunny whined and began pushing backward into his driving hips. They found a perfect rhythm, grinding against each other.

Heat was building from a crackle to a bonfire in her belly. Bunny's sides heaved as the desire to climax spiraled into an immediate need.

But she did her best to hold herself back, refusing to ask this psychotic man for his permission to ascend that peak. That humiliation was a step too far for this moment, while he was already degrading her so thoroughly.

And then his hands were searching under her stomach, reaching downward. Bunny gasped as his fingers found her clit and began circling the throbbing bud. Her moans became desperate, the dual stimulation pulling her closer to the edge. His fingers worked her clit mercilessly.

She felt so blissfully full, his cock stretching her to what she assumed had to be her limit. And the friction, the spot he was hitting; the desire for climax would not stop building.

It roared in her, a primal call she couldn't ignore. Bunny gasped out, "Please, can I… Can I… come?" The last word was spat out as quickly as she could manage.

"Yes, Bunny," Demetrius moaned, "Come for me, baby."

Bunny felt the mounting peaks come closer together, pussy contracting with each pulse of pleasure. Within seconds, she was tumbling over the edge into a prismatic world of color and light. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth open.

Demetrius let loose a thunderous groan at the same time, hips jerking erratically as his own orgasm took him.

They both collapsed, his body pressing her into the blanket in a way that was not unpleasant. In fact, the weight was almost comforting She didn't know how long they lay there before Demetrius broke the silence.

"Let's get you cleaned up, my love," He said, pulling himself out of her and kneeling between her legs.

Demetrius proceeded to use baby wipes everywhere that lube left her covered in a sticky, slick film. He was slow and thorough and, surprisingly, she didn't feel filthy from his touch.

The trip back was quiet. Bunny was too tired to speak after the chase and her orgasm. Demetrius seemed at peace in the silence, the occasional birdsong breaking it.

She stumbled her way into the car once they were back. To her surprise, he allowed her into the backseat, sitting down and pulling her head into his lap. She didn't fight him, and soon she fell fast asleep.