Kinktober Day 27
Hair Pulling + Animal Play + Gang Bang
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If you could have paced in the small cage you would have. But as it were you couldn't even stand. So instead you just knelt there, practically vibrating. A mix of fear and excitement pumping through your veins until all you could hear was your own heart beat. It took three hard taps on the metal bars to get your attention. Glancing up to see Price unlocking the door to your little enclosure.
"You ready to run, little bunny?"
One the door was open he pet your hair gently before running his fingers down your trembling arm to take your hand. Waiting for you to give a squeeze of confirmation. One for yes, two for no.
Squeeze.
"Ok, kiddo. And you know what you need to do if you want it to stop?"
Squeeze.
His broad smile warmed your heart. And your stomach fluttered happily when he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
The sweet moment quickly passed when Johnny banged on the top of the cage. You couldn't see him, but you knew he was probably crouching up there. Rattling the bars to make you nervous.
"Down boy." John scolded, and you hid your smirk when the noises instantly quieted. "Ok, bunny. Hop."
As soon as he stepped aside you were off. Your legs were a little shaky from sitting curled in the cage for the whole drive. A disadvantage you knew they gave you on purpose. But still it only took a few minutes before feeling returned and you were sprinting through the trees. Wind whistling past your ears as you ran like your life depended on it. That was the point of course. This was a hunt, rabbits weren't meant to survive the hunt.
Even though you had made great time, John's whistle still echoed around you like he was just a few feet away. You nearly stumbled over a root when you heard it. Straining through your own heavy breaths to hear if they were approaching. Even if your heart wasn't pounding in your ears you never would have heard them.
The snap of a twig to your left made you freeze. Stuck with fear for only a moment before you leapt off in the other direction. Whoops and howls and excited barks following at your feet.
You don't know how long you lasted. But by the time you were pulled off your feet by your hair you were sure you had beaten your own record. Maybe one day you'd actually out run them.
Kyle shoved you to the dirt. His hand in your hair pressing you down so you were presenting for him. After the first time your clothes had been ripped to shreds they had decided they would chase you nude. The fear and exercise would keep you warm anyway. So there was nothing stopping him grinding his achingly hard cock through your slick folds.
Until Johnny shoved him aside. Too excited to wait his turn. Nudging at your shoulder as he mounted you. John must have muzzled him, thank god. You still had the marks from last time he got his teeth on you. He actually managed to get his cock halfway into your sloppy cunt before Simon scruffed him and tossed him away. Responding to his snapping jaws with a growl that had the mutt whimpering instantly. For a moment you had hope that Ghost would actually let Kyle go first. Then you felt the fat head of the lieutenant's cock against you.
With a nervous whine you tried to crawl away. Only to be pulled back onto him in one swift thrust to the hilt. Your sudden cries bouncing off the trees around you. He was so much bigger than the others. The adrenaline and arousal alone couldn't prepare you for him.
His hand was bruising at the base of your neck. Keeping you pressed down as he rutting into your sore cunt. With the way your head was turned you could just about see Johnny and Kyle wrestling in the dirt. Fighting for the chance to take your mouth. Interrupted only by them stopping to kiss messily and grind against each other.
In the end Kyle won. Pinning the Scot down and rubbing his cock against his face until Soap submitted with a whine. The quickly scrambling to yank your head up by your hair. Shoving his cock down your throat the second you were level with it. You gagged and tensed. Scratching at his thighs to get him to back up.
Ghost gripped both your elbows. Tugging them behind your back so you couldn't stop Kyle from fucking your throat like he owned it. His moans coming out in frantic grunts and growls.
Johnny's muzzle presses against your cheek. You know if his mouth was free he'd be lapping at the base of Kyle's cock. Drooling over whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.
When Kyle finished he pulled back. Making sure to spill onto your tongue rather than down your throat. Then yanking your hair so you were hovering above Soap. You knew what to do. Letting the cum dribble between your lips. Dripping through the bars of Johnny's muzzle and onto his waiting tongue. It was messy. Disgusting even. But with how his cock rutted into the dirt the whole time, Johnny seemed to be loving it.
