Chapter Twelve

Bunny woke up to a booming knock. She sleepily raised her head just in time to see Michael pop his head into the room.

"I figured you'd probably be late if I didn't wake you up. God knows I have enough to do and now I have to watch out for your dumbass, too." He grumbled, doing his best to look away from her naked form.

"Maybe if you were better at your job it wouldn't be so hard to do it," Bunny said languidly, stretching slowly out, baring herself to him entirely.

"Well, you've certainly gotten comfortable in… What? How long has it even been? Feels like fucking forever with the trouble you always seem to be causing."

"Look, Michael, I don't have time for this, alright? I have a dinner date with a sadist to attend and you're holding me up. Besides, if this is my life now, I'd better make the best of it." Her tone was bitter.

He looked at her, bewildered by her nonchalance but catching onto her dismissal.

"Alright, whatever. Just don't be late."

With that, Michael was gone.

Bunny stood, taking stock of her body. She felt far better after he had bathed and massaged her. What could he have planned? Surely it was a punishment of some sort, but one involving food? She decided against thinking about it more. Anticipation was half of the torture associated with her perceived wrongdoings.

Besides, it reminded her that she now had to ask before allowing herself the simple pleasure of an orgasm.

Bunny finally left the room, padding down the hallway and eventually into the dining area off the side of the kitchen. The room was narrow and long, filled with an impressive table lined by understated but ornate chairs.

She sauntered toward Demetrius, heading to the chair next to this, where she assumed he would want her to sit.

"No."

His voice echoed through the room, and Bunny looked at him quizzically. Demetrius then pointed to the floor a few feet away from him.

There was a fucking dog bowl.

Bunny's jaw dropped. She crossed her arms and looked at him, face set with rage.

"Absolutely the fuck not."

"Are you sure? Because I think I can convince you, and I don't think you want me to."

She bared her teeth at him with a curled lip and eyes that shone. Her anger was reaching a boiling point and she wasn't sure how much longer she could go without taking a swing at this stupid, smug face.

"Easy way, or hard way, Bunny?" Demetrius asked, sounding bored as he shook out a cloth napkin before settling it in his lap.

Suddenly, the fight was gone, and Bunny walked over to the dog bowl. She sank to her knees, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her hair fell in limp strands, still wet.

She heard movement behind her and suddenly Demetrius was behind her, gathering her hair into his hands. He then tied it back with… something. It wasn't a hair tie. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the end of a ribbon.

"I don't want to have to bathe you again today," He chuckled, reaching down to gently massage one of her breasts. The lack of her response inspired him to begin toying gently with the nipple, rubbing and tweaking the peak.

Bunny whimpered pathetically as the rosy buds tightened and hardened under his touch. "Good girl," He said.

Bunny started at the sound of foreign voices, head whipping around just in time to see two men walk into the room. They looked strikingly similar to Demetrius in stature and dress, but one was a blonde and the other had hair the color of fresh tobacco.

She began hyperventilating. Her nudity became something glaringly obvious to her… and this new audience. Both men stared her down as though she were prey beneath their paws. There was an undeniable hunger in their fixation on her naked body.

Demetrius was still kneeling next to her. He began to pet her hair softly, ignoring the wetness on his hands from the still-damp strands.

"Bunny, you're okay. I promise," He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You're going to make me and my associates very happy tonight. Just be a good girl and do as you're told. Otherwise, you'll have to deal with three wicked minds dreaming up your punishment."

She sucked in a breath. Bunny wasn't sure where this was headed, and she could feel fear beginning to swell in her abdomen. If she was lucky, they were there to humiliate her as they ate. If she wasn't…

She didn't want to think of it further. Bunny wouldn't give Demetrius the satisfaction of her anticipation. She was convinced that was half of what he got off on. Instead, Bunny bolstered herself with the thought of her warm, thick blanket, and how she would curl up in it once she was put back in her metaphorical cage.

The men sat down and began a light conversation with Demetrius. It was almost as though she was forgotten as quickly as she was visually devoured. They weren't paying her any mind at all. Not that she really cared, of course, but part of her was a little insulted that they could concentrate on anything but the naked woman in front of them.

Self-control was obviously something they all had in spades. It was unsurprising to her. Birds of a feather flocked together. She was fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

Michael suddenly appeared with a cart, setting a plate in front of each man. He was red-faced and clearing his throat from time to time. When it was time to serve Bunny, he picked up a bowl from the cart and dumped its contents into her bowl. It was a mixture of cut-up steak, she assumed the same filet the others were enjoying, and an assortment of roasted vegetables.

"Who let the dogs out, am I right?" Michael murmured when he was crouched next to her.

"Fuck you, Michael. I'll kill you." She hissed out of the corner of her mouth.

And then he was gone. It was just her, a dog bowl, and predatory men staring her down with hawkish eyes. Demetrius cleared his throat and she took that as her cue. Bunny lowered her head and began to tenderly eat pieces of meat as neatly as possible.

It was delicious. It was the best filet she had ever had. Perfectly seared, seasoned, and coated in what tasted like a garlic butter sauce.

Too bad she was being thoroughly and publicly humiliated as she ate, turning every bite into torture as she realized that, despite her efforts, the juices were collecting on her jaw and cheeks.

"Who's a good girl?" One of the men called out, she wasn't sure which, as though urging on a dog. All three laughed boisterously. Before she could stop herself, in a fit of rage and hatred, Bunny snapped back.

"Fuck you, asshole."

And then there was silence until Demetrius broke it.

"Well, gentlemen, I think I'm satisfied with dinner. What do you say we get ready for dessert?"

They both heartily agreed and she heard the sliding of chairs. Bunny's heart pounded in her chest, knowing she had thoroughly fucked up.

Three wicked minds, She remembered his words in a panic, What have I done?

The sound of Demetrius approaching ignited shivers down her quickly dissolving spine. Bunny did not feel brave anymore.

He knelt and wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her backward into his chest. "Look at my messy girl," Demetrius crooned in a cloying tone, "Let's take care of that," He began gently wiping her face with a wet napkin.

Bunny was frozen, chest sticking out, the front of her body fully on display. One of the other men, the blonde, approached. He knelt and grinned savagely at her before leaning his head down to capture a nipple between his lips.

Demetrius held her there, hand tightening before she felt his other hand slip between her legs after her face was clean. The other man was suddenly beside her, taking the other breast into his warm, wet mouth. She gasped, the three points of stimulation sending searing pleasure pounding deep in her pussy.

His hand worked her relentlessly. He had found her clit and was rubbing a finger around it.

Bunny's hips began to buck against her will, gasps escaping her open mouth. "No, no, no," She groaned, wriggling under the strain of her mounting orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes," Demetrius replied diabolically.

All three stopped. The two new men leaned away from her, getting off the floor and dusting their pants with their hands.

"Well, that was fun," The blonde said, "Let's continue to the lounge. I'm excited for the party to begin." It was infuriatingly casual. Everything was. They went from assaulting her to preparing for a casual get together.

"Let's," Demetrius responded, clapping his hands together, "Just let me gather up my pet and I'll be right in. I assume you remember the way…?"

"Of course, Demetrius. We'll be waiting," The tobacco-haired man finally spoke, his voice soft and cold as snow. If she wasn't already chilled to the bone, it would have been enough to turn her blood to ice.

Once they left the room Demetrius pulled her up by her neck. To her surprise, he spun her around and pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and back.

"Such a spitfire, little Bunny," He said into her hair, "You made my hands wet, you know."

"That happens when you touch hair that's been in a shower," She responded dryly.

"Oh, I was talking about that pretty little pussy of yours," He punctuated the end of the sentence by moving a hand to his face and running his tongue slowly up a finger, eyes locked onto hers, "You have no idea how good you taste."

Bunny felt heat growing, turning into a molten coil in her belly. She didn't want to want him, but what choice did she have?

She had been stuck here for long enough that it was highly unlikely she could ever hope for rescue. That meant that she had to rely on herself to escape. Unfortunately, she was quickly losing motivation.

Demetrius held her tightly for a few moments, breathing her in, and nuzzling the top of her head.

What the fuck is he doing? She thought, simultaneously repulsed by his affections and attracted by them. The lack of human contact outside interactions with Demetrius and Michael was clearly wearing on her.

Then, he turned, bringing her with him. She ended up beside him, his arm around her waist, and they walked in step toward the study.

The two men had made themselves comfortable, sipping scotch poured over ice. Their ties were undone and they were lounging like lazy cats over their respective chairs.

But that wasn't what Bunny noticed first.

An assortment of toys were laid on the floor across a blanket. Bunny immediately froze, digging her heels into the ground, and whimpered, "No, please, I don't want to."

Demetrius heaved a sigh, scooping her up and walking over to an empty chair. She wound up curled in his lap face pressed into his chest, chilled by the realization that she would have to perform for the entire group.

"Settle down, Bunny," Demetrius said warmly, tightening his grip around her, "You're going to be wonderful. Everybody is here to see this beautiful body on display."

"I don't want to be on display," She cried out so softly she wasn't sure he heard her.

"Oh, but you will. For you, the attention will be addictive, you vain little slut." It wasn't unkind how he said it, but she took offense to the final word all the same.

With that, Demetrius cleared his throat and addressed the two men. They began chatting about things Bunny knew nothing about; stocks, bonds, business deals. It was horribly boring and she felt herself drifting once or twice, despite her growing dread.

It didn't help that Demetrius was tracing circles on her back, stroking her hair, treating her so tenderly even as he conspired to humiliate her.

A kiss was pressed to her forehead before he whispered, "I think it's time for the show, Bunny." She gulped as he slid her off his lap, standing on shaking legs, unsure of what to do.

"On the blanket, little Bunny," Demetrius said, sounding bored suddenly.

Without making eye contact with any of the men, who were unbuckling their pants, she shuffled to the blanket and kneeled on it. There were several toys, all varying in size and usage. She picked up a small butt plug.

"I think something bigger is more suiting," Tobacco-hair mused, "After all, you're going to have my cock in that tight ass tonight."

Bunny glanced up and felt her face flush deeply when she noticed the aforementioned cock out and on full display. It was around the same size as Demetrius', thick and full. The bulbous head was already purple.

She set the toy back down and picked one about the size of her fist. The budding nervousness muddled with her fear, creating a mixture of emotions that made her stomach roil.

They all sat in silence, the blonde slowly stroking his dick, the other two watching expectantly. She wasn't sure how they could be so comfortable with one another. It seemed odd to her that they would be so open with their pleasure. Bunny was certain they had done this together before. She wondered if it was another kidnapping victim or a willing participant.

"Turn around, Bunny. Face down, ass up."

It was tobacco-hair. She set her jaw, slowly doing as he asked, face burning. Bunny wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or throw up, but she was determined to do neither. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing they had broken her so completely.

Generously coating her fingers with lube, she reached between her legs and found her tight entrance, rubbing it gently. The angle was awkward but workable and soon she was pressing past her ring of muscle, whimpering as she readied herself.

"That's my good girl," Demetrius whispered so quietly that it would have gone unheard if not for the room's silence. The only sounds were panting men and her own whimpers.

Satisfied with her readiness, and desperate for the show to end, Bunny poured lube on the toy. She positioned it and began rocking it back and forth until it was lodged inside of her. She gasped, flexing from the fullness she felt immediately.

"Pleasure yourself. Use the vibrator on your clit. Don't take it off until you're told to. You don't have permission to come," Demetrius spoke again, calling out his commands loudly.

She shifted onto her back, spreading her legs wide, gripping the vibrator. Her glistening pussy was finally fully unveiled to her viewers. Even while she felt terribly dirty, her body was responding in full.

Demetrius was right. She was an attention whore, and a deep, dark part of her relished in the hungry gazes trained on her.

As she punched the vibrator to a low setting, she began to feel herself disassociate. She felt as though she were floating in the open air, like nothing around her was real. It made this humiliating exhibition feel more tolerable.

Bunny pressed the toy to her swollen clit, mewling at the way the buzzing bathed her belly in a wondrous warmth. Her fuzzy head swam as she disconnected from her body. All she could feel now was a sinful lust and the satisfaction of giving her body what it craved.

But as the pressure built, she began wriggling, desperate to break contact with the powerful toy. Even at the lowest setting, it was enough to rock her.

"Higher, Bunny."

She cried out, "Please, no, please," but did as she was told. Bunny started stammering, pleading, begging. She was babbling incoherently as her body shook and her hips thrashed. She kept the vibrator firmly in place even while her body fought desperately to get away from it.

"That's enough," Demetrius said, apparently satisfied with her display. Bunny immediately turned the vibrator off. She was simultaneously relieved and terrified. She gasped and panted, face flushed. Her pussy was throbbing, body crying out for release.

Demetrius beckoned her with a finger. Walking over to him with an awkward gait, still getting used to the plug deep inside of her, Bunny noticed he had procured a pill. He patted his lap and Bunny slid into it, curling into him. Even while she did her best to keep a distance, she found Demetrius' arms to be a safe place.

She could feel how the trauma she was enduring was binding her to him. He would take her to the brink, torturing her body with unbearable pleasure, and then hold her once he had successfully destroyed. It was inevitable that she'd find comfort in him.

He was also a familiar place to harbor from the storm she was surrounded by. Better the devil she knew than the devils she didn't.

He pinched the pill between two fingers, bringing it to her lips. "This is going to help you relax, Bunny. It's just a Xanax."

Just a Xanax, my ass, She thought bitterly. Bunny had been prescribed the medication before for extreme anxiety, one of many Benzos she had tried over the years. She knew she would be on her ass within minutes once she ingested the white disc.

So, she did exactly that without complaint with a sip of bitter scotch that bit her tongue and burned her throat on the way down.

He held her close, tucking her head under his chin, and rubbing her back. His silky clothing felt like heaven against her skin. Bunny snuggled in closer, sighing gently as the Xanax began to work. In a few minutes, she was floating.

Between the dissociation and the medication, Bunny began to feel an incredible relaxation settle across her body. She stretched out, legs drooping over one arm of the chair while her head hung from the other side. Bunny let her arms fall to either side, one curled against Demetrius, the other dangling.

"I think she's ready, gentlemen," Her captor said with a hearty laugh, taking a nipple between his fingers. Bunny squirmed under his touch, moaning softly.

Suddenly for her, everything meant nothing. She didn't care at all about the men surrounding her or their intentions. It was a world of softness and pleasure, and, to her surprise, she wanted to be touched.

More hands began roaming her body, a mouth taking the other nipple, tongue swirling around the tender peak. Her clit was being circled by yet another hand, and then her lips were captured by Demetrius. She kissed him back in earnest, tongue pressing for entry that was quickly granted.

Demetrius paused momentarily, as though surprised, and then took full advantage of her state. The two assailants groped her body as she and Demetrius explored each other's mouths. He sucked on her tongue, and she moaned breathlessly as lust consumed her.

Demetrius shooed the other men away, standing up and holding Bunny so she leaned against him. "Now, I know we're all desperate to get to the meat of the matter," Demetrius slapped her ass, earning a chuckle from the other two and a yelp from her, "But I think we all also remember the mishap at dinner."

Her heart dropped.

Shit.

"Come along, Bunny," He said, walking her over to the chaise lounge where he had punished her previously. She attempted to stop, her movements uncoordinated and slow, but Demetrius picked her up.

When he sat on the couch, still cradling her, he leaned his head down and rubbed his nose against hers. She swallowed hard.

"You couldn't have thought we'd let you get away with that, could you?" He murmured, a finger tracing her jawline, "Now, turn over, naughty girl."

Bunny felt her eyes fill with tears, and something flickered in Demetrius' expression. It was something like hesitation. But she didn't have time to think about it because she was obeying him almost without thought, and suddenly he was rubbing her ass with a large, strong hand. The plug moved as he tugged at it, earning a small, pitiful noise from Bunny.

"Please don't do this," Her voice was slurred, the drug making it hard for her to think.

"You know I have to, Bunny." His voice was steely, set with determination. There wasn't a hint of promise to hold back in his tone, regardless of the look in his eyes.

Demetrius landed the first hit softly. After that, he picked up the pace, spanking her viciously, as though angry that he had to in the first place. Bunny laid still through the punishment. She didn't have the energy to move and it didn't hurt so much in her current state. She just felt hopelessly helpless and entirely at his mercy, and hated it. But there was something almost pleasing to the feeling of his hand landing blow after blow.

She squeezed her legs together in an effort to find stimulation, moaning despite herself.

Once it was over, Demetrius was panting with the expended effort, and she was sure her ass would be bruised from the treatment.

And the night was long from over.