A/N: the promised sequel. Months later. youre welcome for whatever the fuck this is, see you in hell 💚
DARK CONTENT BELOW -- READ THE TAGS -- MINORS DNI
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It was quiet besides the distant sound of dripping water. Your head was pounding, it felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and your insides dried out. A ringing filled your ears and you clenched your eyes tightly before opening them to…
Darkness.
Wherever you were was pitch black and you couldn’t see even what you lay on. But… it felt suspiciously like a soft, comfortable bed. You reached your hands out to feel the sheets under your body and the pillow beneath your head. It felt silky and inviting and your eyelids drooped. You were so tired, maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt.
But this wasn’t your bed right? The ringing got louder and your mouth got drier as you tried to remember how you’d ended up wherever it was you were. You had a fun day of shopping, getting some new shoes and clothes before heading home and lounging on your own bed watching TikToks.
There was a text. From your dad. And then--
The incident hit you full force and you felt bile crawl up your throat. Running from your house with only a pack. Hiding from the infamous Bonten Trio. Nearly making the door when your world went sideways and a gun was pointed at you.
A whimper escaped you and you curled in on yourself, hands pressed over your ears while you desperately tried to calm your breathing. Tears pricked your eyes and you tried to focus on anything else other than the events of… whatever night that had been. It was obvious you’d passed out at some point and been carried to wherever here was. But at least you weren’t bound and naked.
Your hands drifted to the clothing covering you. You felt clean, you realized. And wasn’t that something. Who had done that? Did Bonten have maids or was it one of… them. It didn’t matter, you felt stronger with the clothing on to maintain some shred of dignity, or the scraps you had left. But the more your hands felt the clothing the more your stomach dropped.
It could barely constitute clothing, really: a lacy bra and panties. You couldn’t quite help the whine that fell from your lips, limbs trembling because it wasn’t an accident, it was deliberate. More tears gathered on your lower lashes before spilling over and you had to cover your mouth to muffle the broken sob that escaped.
Time didn’t seem to exist while you sat, alone, in this pitch black room. At some point you got up to walk around and your feet had, surprisingly, touched soft carpet, and your fingers ghosted the walls to map out your cell. The walls were smooth and only contained a solitary door. In your small lap you’d also discovered a corner with a small half-bathroom, which only confirmed that they intended to keep you here.
After you’d satisfied your urge, you sat down on the bed and waited… for what, you weren’t exactly sure of yourself.
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Time passed. And then the door opened, bright light burning your irises after being subjected to the darkness for so long. You heard shuffling and before you could adjust to the intrusive light, hands wrapped around your upper limbs and snared you in their grasp. Even though you knew it was in vain, you struggled hard. It must have surprised your captor because when you tugged hard you slipped free and you stumbled, body turning to try to flee but instead you were pulled into a chest. Arms wrapped and caged you against a hard body, fingertips pressing into your exposed back hard enough to leave bruises.
“And where did the little bunny think she was going, hm?” The voice sent a chill down your spine and before you could look up to confirm your suspicions a cloth wrapped around your head and blocked your vision. You couldn’t help the whimper that left you, heart leaping into your throat. A pair of hands grabbed yours and bound them in something tight but soft.
Then you felt your world tip and you thought you were falling, but you could feel something bony jutting into your stomach. When your captor moved you realized you were tossed over his shoulder, forced to hang limp with your hands bound. You tried to separate yourself from this situation, brain fighting to say this isn’t real to protect you.
But a sharp smack on your ass brought you out of your thoughts with a squeal.
“Mmmm can’t wait for what other noises little bunbun will make tonight. Gonna be nice and vocal for us, aren’t you?” His large hand caressed your bottom, lightly teasing the edge of your panties that barely covered your ass cheeks.
Another sharp smack, harder, “You better fucking answer when we speak to you. Fucking hell, are all bunny girls so dumb? You really are only good to be kept captive, fucked, and bred aren’t you? I’ll make this real simple: if you don’t cooperate, I’m going to do more than fuck you with my gun this time.
“Gonna be nice and vocal for us, aren’t you?” The last two words were accompanied by fingers squeezing the meaty part of your thigh with such force you felt your skin break. It was all you could do to not start sobbing right there.
“Y-yes! I promise. Be a good bunny.”
The pressure released and the skin was soothed absently, “‘course you are, cute little bunbuns make such good pets.”
His soft footfalls stopped and you heard the click of a lock. The rhythmic tapping of his shoes echoed through the halls that he carried you through. Instead of feeling more free having been let out of your own little cage, you couldn’t help but feel you’d been released into a forest ready to be devoured by wolves.
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You sobbed and squirmed trying to get away from whatever man had grabbed your ankle. He tsk’d and tugged you across the cold metal to the edge of the furniture you were on. A table, you realized, when he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you until your ass and legs dangled over the edge. Thin and lithe fingers traced the outline of your pussy lips through the thin fabric of your panties and pressed the cloth into your hole slightly before moving forward and dragging against your clit.
They slid under, then, and slipped through your folds, toying with you with twists and pinches. One finger slipped into your hole and you cried harder, body shaking as he opened you with one finger then two before pulling out. The cloth was pushed to the side and you could feel his cock slip between your folds, nudging at you the way his fingers just did. You heard him groan and he picked up the pace, fingers moving up your body to pull your breasts out of their cups to toy with them.
Without warning he rammed into your cunt and you choked on your scream. His pace was fast and it hurt, you weren’t nearly prepped enough for how large he was. All you could do was choke on the gasps each thrust forced from your lips. With your hands still bound behind your back you couldn’t even grasp the edges of the table.
You couldn’t look anywhere, either. The blindfold still rested snugly over your eyes despite all the rough handling you’d endured in the past few minutes. What you had heard in the room upon entering was still rattling around your head.
You were tossed none too gently onto a cold metal surface, exposed skin erupting in goosebumps to stave off the sudden change in temperature. Voices all around you began talking at once and it was hard to be oriented when you couldn’t see anything. Your excellent hearing, however, was able to pick out that the other two men responsible for your previous assault were in the room as well.
If your hearing was to be counted on, and it could be, there were a total of six men in the room. And they were, to your growing horror, arguing about who got to have you first. Their voices rose steadily until they were yelling and you flinched where you lay. If the infamous Bonten Trio had captured you and they were in this room, you were fairly sure you were in a room with Bonten Executives. You knew their faces from the times Daddy had showed you them with an order to run if you ever saw them approaching you. But there were only six voices, not eight.
Who was missing?
Silence fell over the room.
“Hurry up.” A seventh voice then, and from the power it commanded you could only assume it was the boss you’d heard horror stories about.
You weren’t sure what happened but the rustling of fabric and men swearing filled the silence before footsteps crept closer to you over the carpet.
The man fucking into like a dog in heat growled in your ear, one hand leaving your breasts to push your head into the table, “After we’re done with you, we’re going to whore you out. Make people pay to breed the Bonten Bunny. Raise the kits and sell them to the highest bidder.”
A sob escaped you, tears wetting the fabric of your blindfold. You didn’t want this, you didn’t do anything wrong except be born the wrong species and to the wrong father. Over the grunts of the unknown man you could hear the rustling of clothes beyond and the whispers of the other men.
“Are you really beating your dick right now? I can’t fucking believe you.”
“Mmm, something about watching bunny bitch get bred, doesn’t matter that Koko’s being boring.”
The man behind you must be Kokonoi, then, because he snarled and slammed his hips forward, fat tip hitting the entrance to your cervix and making you see spots in the darkness.
“Don’t be mad you lost at rock-paper-scissors, Haitani. Fucking pissed you can’t fuck her first, aren’t you? It’s my cum you’ll be fucking into her.”
You missed the reply given as Koko rocked his hips against your ass shallowly, probing deep inside you, before jackhammering into you. His breathing was unsteady and you just knew he was close. Your hands clung to your forearms and you dug your nails into your soft flesh as Koko stuttered and groaned before shoving his knot inside your walls and stuffing you full.
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He was choking you, you realized. Or, one of them was. You were still enshrouded in darkness, a cock in your throat and your cunt. It was hard to not recognize the Haitani’s from their voices, although you weren’t sure who was where. But did it matter?
“I see bunny bitch learned from last time.” The voice belonging to Rin was in front of you, then. He stuffed his cock deep down your throat and the hand around the outside of it squeezed. You thrashed in their hold, lungs screaming for air.
“Fuck, she gets so tight when you do that.” Ran panted from behind, lazily pushing through your slicked walls to ensure you felt every inch of him. While Rin experimented with your breathing, Ran reached down between your legs to play with your much-neglected clit.
Now you gasped and gurgled around Rin’s dick from the sudden touch, making the younger Haitani groan. They continued this pattern, their sick game, to see who affected you more. Rin would stuff your throat and squeeze it and when you tightened around Ran, he would play with your clit and make you gasp and choke for Rin.
“Bunny bitch, you’re getting so wet f’me.” He pinched and rolled your nub for emphasis as you gasped and clamped down, “Do little bunny hormones make you this wet for any cock? Or just me.”
“I don’t think Koko made her wet, Ran.”
A gleeful laugh was followed by rough thrusts from the brothers. It was getting hard to stay awake, you realized dimly. It felt like you were floating, like two cocks weren’t constantly being buried in you over and over.
The blindfold was ripped off, and your dissociation with it. It was blinding in the room, or maybe you’d been in the dark for too long. You were draped over the seat of a chair, the only thing keeping you up as the brothers fucked you back and forth like a lewd version of a newton’s cradle.
Rin squeezed your cheeks roughly, “Look at me when I cum down your throat, yeah?” You blinked, mind trying to make sense of his words, the ringing in your ears lessened but it still felt like you were traveling through sludge.
His hand on your throat tightened, when did he stuff himself back down your throat? But you couldn’t dwell on that because Ran stroked you just right inside and his thumb swept your mess over your clit sending electricity to your toes and curling them. You were choking and gasping around Rin as you convulsed, both men using your tightened orifices to get themselves off, cum shooting down your esophagus and into your cunt.
Violet eyes continued to stare into yours and Rin grinned, hand loosening around your throat to pat your cheek.
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“I’m surprised you can even get it up, old man. Or did you take some Viagra?” You heard Ran snicker from the chair he lounged on, now-soft cock on display with your juices splashed around his pelvis, other hand holding the recording device he took back from Sanzu when he was done with you.
Takeomi growled and shoved your face against the window harder before plunging his dick inside over and over, driving the air from your lungs. With your blindfold now removed, you dazedly saw the city coated in darkness, window lights in the distance looking like large fireflies. It was pretty, you thought, mind barely registering when a large hand grabbed your thigh and lifted it into the air for a deeper angle that had his cock stroking the spot deep inside you each time. Before you knew what was happening, eyes still intent on the city below, your orgasm crashed over you.
While on one wobbling leg, Takeomi’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips and forced your tight hole over his knot and you sobbed, vision hazy as he pumped ropes of his cum into you to mingle with the remnants of those before. You felt his fingers spread your folds before vigorously rubbing and it had your toes curl and back arch as you clamped down harder this time than before. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack.
But he just kept going the whole time his knot kept him sealed inside of you. He made you cum again and again until you were begging and pleading for him to stop. There was ringing in your ears and your whole body was on fire. Takeomi had let your leg back down but your knees were weak and it was his arm alone that kept you from slumping over. You had felt him pump more cum into your sloppy cunt at least twice during this time but you couldn’t quite remember how many because your mind began to drift. You didn’t even remember being lowered and sat on the group until you realized Ran and Rin stood there stroking their cocks until cum coated your face and hair.
“Might be old, but I’ve got more stamina than you fuckin’ punks.”
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“Think Sanzu can do better than brother dearest?”
You didn’t know Ran was essentially signing your execution, but maybe you should’ve. It was well known that Sanzu was the most unhinged of the bunch. He’d used a gun on you whenever they’d taken you, afterall.
But this was much worse than anything you could have imagined. Your hands shook while one spread your puffy lips and the other fucked your cunt with a .9mm that Sanzu demanded you use. He stood to the side pointing another gun at you, eyes glued to where the gun disappeared inside of you. Each time it came out it was a little wetter, a little glossier, much to his enjoyment.
“Does bunbun like this?” He cooed and licked his lips watching you tremble and sniffle before him, “Go faster.”
You complied, too scared to do anything but as he asked despite how humiliating this was. It was a small mercy that he didn’t go first and so the gun didn’t meet much resistance. When Sanzu began to draw closer you nearly passed out. Instead of shooting you like you’d imagined, he placed the gun safety back on and put it away before moving his hand down to play with your engorged pearl. Your breathing hitched and quickened with each movement of his fingers. And then--
“Pull the trigger.” He whispered in your ear and you froze. He tutted and used his other hand to turn your head towards him by your ears, “Did I stutter, bunbun bitch? What did I say earlier?” The hand between your folds moved to rest over yours with the gun deep inside of you.
“Fucking pull the trigger or I will.” His hand squeezed yours threateningly. You shook more and breathing became harder as you lay like bunnies do in the mouths of wolves: frozen and terrified before their life was ended with a snap of the wolves’ jaw.
Sanzu’s face twisted into a snarl and he shook you, hard, “Pull the fucking trigger!”
Click.
You looked at him wide-eyed, nothing happened when you pulled the trigger. A whimper managed to escape when Sanzu ripped the gun from your silky walls and caged you in his arms. Then he began to rut into you.
“Fuck, little Bunbun can listen afterall.” He grunted and groaned with each thrust of his hips, hands pushing your back into the table before he descended on your breasts with his mouth. Pink hair tickled your sides with every movement his head made. His tongue and lips made lewd sucking sounds to accompany the slick sounds of his cock thrusting into you.
Hands suddenly gripped your ankles tightly and they were lifted up and up until they couldn’t go any farther and you whimpered at the stretch of your aching and sore muscles but also at how much deeper the second in command went from this new angle. It was almost like he knew every spot inside of you to touch already, whether from watching the other men or from fucking you previously you didn’t know.
Your mind went hazy again in the middle of it, you realized, feeling like you were floating once more and just a witness to the events but not a participant. You also weren’t sure how long it lasted, but you were brought harshly back to reality by sharp fangs sinking into the curve of your throat as a knot pushed into you once more. The sudden, overwhelming sensations had you gasping and arching off the table, floating now in a much different way than you had been moments ago while your silky walls milked another cock dry.
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More tears flowed as Kakucho pulled out of you slowly, almost gentle. The softness of his actions betrayed the gravity and ugliness of him forcing himself on you. He had laid you on the table gently, petting your hair softly and wiping the cum from your face. You’d almost thought he wasn’t going to abuse you the way the others had. Rumors said Kakucho was the nicest, after all. But it seemed his kindness wasn’t absolute. He was a Bonten Executive, afterall.
His kindness made it hurt so much worse, the way scarred and calloused fingers gently brushed the tears from your face when he pushed into your abused and aching cunt. Each rock of his hips rubbed you just right and had you nearly keening as your back arched off the table. He ruined you thoroughly with his kindness. Skilled fingers played your body just right and made you writhe and cry out beneath him in pleasure after so much pain.
When he finally pushed into you with his knot you were spent, limp on the table beneath him, cold except where he touched you. He’d been near silent the entire time but just enough for you to hear he whispered I’m sorry before his overwhelming body heat left you shivering on the long table, skin bare but for the streaks of cum in various stages of drying. You could feel it leaking from your battered cunt onto the table below. His apology echoed in the hollowness of your ribcage.
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“Get up.” The cold voice made your heart race and ears twitch. It wasn’t hard to realize it was Mikey, the man who’d only spoken two words so far. You must have hesitated a moment too long because fingers tangled in your hair and yanked you up.
“When the boss fucking tells you to move, you fucking move.” Sanzu’s voice snarled in your ears as he dragged you across the carpet before you could get your legs under you, tossing you in front of the man in question.
You didn’t dare look up without permission, trembling where you lay. The clicking of a belt accompanied the rustling of clothes. The room was still besides the sound of forced air whooshing from the vents.
“Sanzu, tie her arms behind her back.”
Your arms were yanked behind you and tied tightly. The cloth chafed at already sore and bruised skin but you didn’t dare make a sound in protest or pain.
“You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock until I cum.”
A whimper left you when you stood, legs shaking like a newborn faun’s. You took two trembling steps over to the boss avoiding his eyes and instead staring at his lap where a thick and curved cock lay glistening and pressed against a toned abdomen. With the hungry eyes of wolves watching from around the room you felt more naked than ever before.
One leg swung over Mikey’s lap clumsily and you winced, holding your breath before continuing when he didn’t so much as twitch. It was hard to line yourself up with his cock without use of your arms but you managed to catch the tip of his cock with your hole and lower yourself. It was easy after being fucked and used by six other men for him to nestle into your walls.
What was hard was trying to establish any sort of rhythm. Your whole body hurt from being wretched around and contorted to whatever position these men wanted to fuck you in. Every time you pushed off the floor your thighs and lower back burned and lowering yourself slowly was near impossible with how weak you felt.
You hurried your pace up, wanting to get him off as quickly as possible. Each drag of his thick cock inside you made your mind fuzzy, still sensitive and overstimulated from before.
Up down up down up down, you went and you zoned out, letting your mind take you to happier times while your body continued to give and give and give to these men who only knew how to take and take and take. The fog of denial made you nearly immune to the pain you felt when you could no longer control your descent and your body would collapse and impale yourself on the cock below, tip ramming into your cervix with each plunge.
Finally you could pick up on the slight change in his breath and could feel the way he twitched inside. The base of his cock started to swell and you had to bite your tongue until you tasted blood to not whimper about taking another knot. It felt final when you sunk down and the knot slipped in, cum painting your inside a fresh shade of white.
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You lay on the ground so full and yet so empty. After Mikey’s knot deflated he made you suck him clean before pressing his foot to your shoulder and pushing you to the floor where you now lay, eyes glossed over and hair a tangled mess. There were no tears left to cry, you realized, just a buzzing, static-y feeling humming through your veins and mind.
“Smile for the camera, bunbun.” It took all your energy to look up and see the men standing around you, Sanzu pointing his phone camera at you. His foot pressed into your shoulder and rolled you over onto your back. You belatedly saw the Bonten executives, minus Mikey, standing around you stroking their cocks.
You didn’t think you could take another round, you’d break. But it seemed they had something more humiliating in mind. The first one was Takeomi, though the others soon followed, painting your body one final time like an artist adds finishing touches to his masterpiece.
“Just want to fuck-” Sanzu groaned before his cum shot out to land right on your face, “-send a reminder to daddy dearest.”
To make a long story short, people are awful and I was robbed of $1,100. I'm not totally broke but I'm definitely seen better days.
And I am wondering, to help with this loss, if people would be interested if I did some commissions?
Like drabbles (900 words) for like $3. Longer ones (like 1k - 2k) for $6 and anything that's higher than 2k would be like $10.
If anyone is interested let me know so I can set something up. And even if all you can do is reblog this to let others know, that would be very much appreciated too.
that thing about eddie that you have to remember. he lives in the 80s so his weed sucks. you can smoke him under the table without trying. i could give this man a vape pen and he’d die
but what if you and Eddie were dating then he introduced you to Steve who always has had a crush on you and couldn't believe that he was able to snag you.
it was torture for him seeing you wear those miniskirts and Eddie's ring-clad hands sliding up your thighs disappearing under the barely-there fabric.
the hang-out spot was always Eddie's trailer, his uncle was hardly home and that gave you and him ample opportunity to do whatever it was.
which Steve had a pretty good idea about it, so when he came over Friday night after getting invited over last minute with pizza and a movie from work to see you face down and ass up with Eddie behind you, his hands perched on your ass while rutting against you ruthlessly.
his long curly hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat as he looked over at his best friend waving his hand over. "Want a piece of her mouth Harrington? She's been mouthy and loud."
sanzu's favorite lie you tell is when you part those sweet soft lips and mumble, too much, daddy, slow down, he never listens, holding onto your thighs tighter, fucking you harder, anything to hear those sharp sweet whines from your lips as you build to a climax you didn't think was possible
Maybe I'm dumb and just can't find it anywhere, but what all goes into a birth chart reading and what can we expect from it? <3
omg no you're not dumb anon! all the information regarding birth chart match ups can be found here! i don't have any slots open right now but when i finish the current commissions i'll add more and post about it! i hope that helps! <33
if you’re currently waiting for a commission to be posted, just know i’ll be working on them later today! my internet has been incredibly finicky lately (it was out all day on the 8th), but i’m hoping it’ll be functioning well enough that i can get a fair amount done tonight!
