Chapter Five

Bunny's vision went blurry and her lips parted with an earth-shattering scream. She felt powerful shockwaves exploding through her pussy as it rippled with a powerful orgasm.

Tears of rage flooded her raw eyes as she gasped for breath, desperate for more stimulation and hating herself for it.

Demetrius simply sighed, pulling the vibrator away from her. "Well, if you want to come that badly, let's give you what you want." His voice was even and smooth, but something sinister lurked beneath.

Suddenly, Bunny was rolled over unceremoniously, and left on her stomach as he moved across the bed. She lay there, dildo still stretching her, forehead pressed into the soft bedding as she sobbed softly in frustration.

She heard him get off the bed, and walk away. When he returned, he knelt over her, knees on either side of her thighs. She felt his hand grip the base of the plug buried in her ass, and he slowly pulled it out.

It was quickly replaced by something much larger. This time he was rougher, sinking it inside of her by rapidly thrusting it back and forth until the ring of muscle snapped around the stem once more. She whimpered at the intrusion. The combination of both massive toys made Bunny feel like she would burst at the seams.

He lifted himself off the bed, wrapping his hand around her waist and lifting her effortlessly into a humiliating carry. She didn't struggle, instead hanging limply, legs closed to keep the dildo in place between her thighs. She didn't want to face his anger if it fell out.

Demetrius was carrying her toward a wide bench fitted with restraints. He bent his knees to drop her onto it, her arms and legs sliding to either side while her torso rested on the wide leather seat.

In the next few moments, she was strapped in tightly by her wrists and ankles with padded cuffs. They stretched her taut toward the ground but not uncomfortably so.

"Since you're apparently so desperate to come, I'll give you what you want. You can come as much as you like now, greedy girl." He sounded far too pleased, and it was the confirmation she needed that he had planned this all along. Bunny swallowed as he bent down with a ball gag in hand. "I don't want to listen to your begging. Open your mouth."

She did without hesitation.

Bunny was still waging war internally, refusing to admit the orgasm signaled defeat. She didn't want this. She didn't. But she couldn't stop the physiological reaction her body had.

Demetrius positioned something under the bench. She realized there was a hole right under the top of her pussy. He gently opened her folds and pressed something round to her clit until the pressure was almost painful. She imagined he had secured it in place but wasn't sure through what means, since she couldn't see what he was doing.

What she did know was that this must be a Hitachi wand. She was sure of it.

Her hips shot up to move away from the overwhelming sensation once he turned the toy on, immediately switching to a setting high enough to overwhelm her. Demetrius responded to her attempt at evasion by lifting the last set of straps attached to the bench around her ass, tightening them to hold her hips firmly in place. It moved the plug around as her hips fought for freedom from the stimulation.

There was no escaping the relentless buzzing of the wand. Bunny cried out. A piercing screech ripped from her throat, followed by furious growling.

"You're acting like an animal, Bunny," Demetrius commented, unphased by her frantic cries. "We'll work on your behavior first because you've been incorrigible. Coming without permission, begging, whining, being obstinate... It's almost as though you enjoy being in trouble."

Bunny whipped her head from side to side. The pressure was building in her belly and her nipples throbbed from the clamps that were still pinching them brutally, agitating her as they pressed into the bench.

Demetrius pushed Bunny's chest up so that he could reach a hand under her. In a couple of moments, her nipples were gloriously free.

Unfortunately, the clamps were quickly replaced by the warm swirl of a tongue. Demetrius licked and sucked the tender flesh. She was being torn in so many directions; her tight ass, her pounding pussy, her burning clit, and now the sucking mouth on her tits.

She couldn't stop herself. She tumbled over the edge again with a scream.

Luckily, Bunny had plenty of experience with climaxing multiple times. She would give them to herself as a stress reliever before bed, usually every night. So even as her pussy pulsed powerfully with orgasm after orgasm, she hung on and rode out each choppy wave.

But, after a few minutes, the assault began to take its toll and Bunny realized that he didn't intend on letting up. Instead, Demetrius leaned down and twisted the dial on the wand, increasing the speed.

Bunny began hyperventilating, eyes wide and pleading as they met his. "It's okay, Bunny. You wanted this, remember?" He whispered, running a finger down her face from temple to chin.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the pleasure slowly morphed into a blinding pain. It was too much. She couldn't do this. She couldn't. Her ass was clamping around the plug which made her feel so full she feared she would split in half. Her pussy was gripping the massive dildo, both desperate for release and cessation of the sensations being forced upon it.

Demetrius suddenly stood up and her heart skipped, hope flooding in. Was it over?

When he returned from walking away, her heart quickly fell from the heights of hope to the lowest point in her stomach. He was holding a paddle.

"You didn't think I would let you off easily, did you?" He mused, slapping the paddle onto his hand gently as he studied her wriggling, sweat-soaked body. The leather bench had become slippery from the wetness leaking from her center and the dripping perspiration.

The paddle then landed harshly on her ass, and she yelped from the sharp pain. On one hand, it was a relief to feel something other than the roaring, intense pleasure. On the other, it was yet another direction in which her struggling mind was pulled.

This couldn't go on for much longer. He was relentlessly slamming the paddle down on her ass as the rest of her body was desperate for the end of this ruthless treatment. The plug buried itself with each impact and she was heaving throaty, desperate moans.

After a few more moments, an eternity for Bunny, Demetrius knelt and turned off the wand. She was screaming so consistently her throat had become raw. He slipped the plug out of her ass..

Demetrius undid the straps and Bunny hung listlessly, entirely spent and close to passing out. He knelt, pushing the hair plastered to her forehead back behind her ear. "You were such a good girl," he murmured, "And I'm so impressed by you. You're so beautiful when you're coming for me, you know that? You did so good for me."

She didn't respond. She couldn't respond.

He turned her over surprisingly gently, took the dildo out, and pulled her into a bridal hold, Demetrius then carried her across the room and through a doorway.

It led into an expansive bathroom with a massive soaking tub, the type she previously would have drooled over. Bunny only briefly took in her surroundings before her head turned to rest against his chest, breathing in that smoke anc cedar scent. The cologne was oddly comforting, and she longed for anything to help soothe her.

Demetrius laid her down on the tile and she groaned as the cool floor met her feverish body. Bunny could hear him moving around, turning on the faucet, rustling. She was exhausted and lethargic, so much so that she couldn't even muster the energy to be concerned about what he was doing to her next.

After a few moments, Bunny felt herself being lifted again and realized the rustling she'd heard had been him removing his clothing. He stepped over the edge of the tub and knelt in the rising water, before turning so that they were in the same position as earlier; her back to his chest.

"You're stunning when you're like this, so worn out from playtime," He said, stroking her cheek, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Her muscles were still completely slack, and he moved her around easily.

She felt a soft cloth sliding against her skin and the pleasant smell of body wash flooded the room. It smelt like he did. I guess that's what he uses, she thought distantly, Couldn't even be bothered to get me my own scent. This seemed like an insane complaint in the grand scheme. Floating high above her body, she didn't care.

The water was blessedly warm and soothed the aches she felt stirring across her entire being. There wasn't a place left untouched.

Demetrius kissed her temple as his hand moved between her legs, dragging the cloth between her outer labia and inner thigh. She mewled softly as the tender area began to throb.

"Hopefully you learned your lesson," Demetrius said gently, "But then again, seeing you like that… Absolutely unbelievable… Incredible, honestly. I hope you didn't learn a thing." It almost seemed like he was talking to himself rather than her.

The water had filled the tub close to overflowing at this point. Demetrius leaned forward and Bunny was bent under the movement. His muscular arm wrapped around her chest with his hand on the front of her throat to keep her from falling into the water. With a quick twist of his wrist, he turned the faucet off and leaned back.

Then, he turned Bunny around in his lap so that her legs folded and she knelt with a knee on either side of his hips. Demetrius slid an arm around her waist and raised a hand to cup her face. "Y'know, I still haven't had you yet tonight, sweet Bunny."

Demetrius leaned forward and captured her swollen lips with his.

Bunny was still floating above the clouds, only partially aware of her environment. She was fighting the need to sleep. But, in her dreamy haze, she returned the kiss. Their mouths moved in sync, gentle and slow. His hand had slipped from her cheek to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer to deepen their connection.

She sighed into his mouth, and he groaned in response.

Pulling away, he whispered, "Such a good girl for me…" before holding the back of her head with his finger threaded through her hair.

Bunny could feel his hard length pressing into her slit and realized he had likely chosen the dildo to prepare her for his size. His manhood was impressive, judging by the feeling of it against her body.

With a smooth motion, he lifted her hips and held her so that his tip rested at her entrance.

"Do you want this, Bunny? Do you want my cock inside of you?" He asked, sounding strangely genuine. She thought for a moment, trying to formulate an opinion, grabbing for even a single cohesive thought in her spinning head. Her pussy was somehow still begging for more, even as discomfort drummed.

"Yes," She admitted in a whimper, panting once again from the headrush of the hot water and another wave of desire building in her belly. It shocked her that her body could still betray her, even after he had tortured her so thoroughly.

With that answer, he put his hand between her legs to spread her pussy before slowly lowering her body onto his length until he filled her to the hilt.

Demetrius' head fell back and he gasped. "So tight, my God," he groaned hoarsely, "You feel so good…. Fuck." He began lifting her up and down by her hips, while her arms moved to encircle his neck, tits pressed into his face.

And then, she found a burst of energy she didn't know she had left. If the bastard was going to take her, she was in control this time. Fuck the bastard. He couldn't have her pleasure. Instead, she'd take it from him. Bunny began grinding while rising and lowering.

He tensed, startled by the change of pace, and then his head dropped back and Demetrius moaned. "Slow down, Bunny," He gasped.

She wouldn't.

Instead, Bunny picked up the pace, furiously riding him until he was whimpering. She almost stopped short when the noises began escaping his slightly parted lips but managed to keep the same rhythm.

And then she gritted her teeth, rage flashing in her chest at his wanton display. This wasn't for him. It was for her. It was a way to take back control, to exert dominance. His pathetic whimpers meant it was working, but she hated that he was enjoying it.

He didn't understand what she was doing. She wanted him to know, to acknowledge that he didn't own her while she was using him like this.

Bunny leaned her face around the side of his head as he began to quake, close to the finish line, and whispered into his ear, "I want you to know that I'm just using you as a human dildo, you fucking sicko. You've taken enough tonight. This is for me, do you understand?"

His eyes widened but squeezed shut again quickly as his orgasm ripped through his body. Bunny's followed close behind, more pain than pleasure as the soreness between her legs returned with a vengeance.

She yelped and then collapsed onto his chest, her entire body relaxing. Bunny felt dirty, used, and horrified at the events of the evening. But now, after this, she felt more in control.

She was barely conscious for the rest of the bath, only halfway there when he lifted her from the tub, dried her off, and laid her carefully onto her little nest on the floor.

She did shiver in disgust, however, when he kissed her forehead and said, "Sleep well, Bunny. I think you deserve a treat. You did so well tonight. In the morning, head to the kitchen down the hall and get yourself a coffee. Maybe Michael will to take you on a tour tomorrow."

While she barely heard him, she did register the information. Wasn't Michael supposed to give her that tour today? She was glad he hadn't. She couldn't stand the idea of anybody seeing her like this; used, broken, spent.

He left. Bunny fell into a deep, dead sleep.