Pixie Isobella

‘I’m going to leave your hands where they are. You don’t need hands for me to enjoy you… I’m going to fuck you senseless, then I’m going to take you home to my house and put you in my cage.’

Greta the bunny girl has been dreaming about Nicholas the wolf for months now… But now she is trapped, in his control and unable to escape. She thought he didn’t want her but she was wrong. Chained, hand and foot to her own bed, Nicholas has her just where he wants her. He isn’t going to let her go until he shows her precisely how much he’s been lusting after her.

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The Rabbit Cage: Chapter 2

[The Rabbit Cage contains mostly consensual erotica, male domination, female submission and non-consent fantasies. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]

Greta could still remember the first day she had seen the wolf.

He had come into her store and asked for the good stuff — the underground porn magazines she kept beneath the counter — using the special code that only insiders knew.

She was pretty sure straightaway that he was a wolf — it was something in the eyes — but she didn’t know if he knew she was a bunny. The local wolf packs were huge and almost two-third of all beastkin were wolves. Rabbits were rare and kept to themselves — very sensible to be honest, given the all the apex predators in the population.

Her obsession with the wolf had grown over months. He visited every week for the latest releases, and sometimes he would browse the shelves as well for a good book to take away with him.

He always had a smile and a chuckle for her, and gentle kindness about him that belied his wolfish nature.

Lying on her back, in her bedroom with the wolf looming over her, Greta suddenly had regrets.

He was so much bigger than her, and stronger, and she was chained up, dammit. She flushed. Of course, wolves never played fair. They never did in the stories, either. The humans might write their ridiculous fantasy stories about werewolves being consumed with ethics and a pack code of honour.

It was mostly bullshit.

Wolves hunted in packs and they played the game ruthlessly so that they always got what they wanted.

The wily foxgirl might think she had outsmarted them, but they never played fair. At the end of the day, she would find herself lying helpless on her back on the ground, a laughing wolfman above her, her clothes ripped and torn, him and his pack mates ready to use her again and again for their ruthless sport.

At least, that was what happened in the most ruthless of the stories. Those stories were all that Greta’s brain would currently feed to her, as Nicholas held her legs down with his legs, propping himself up on one hand and using his other hand to explore her body.

‘I always wondered about having my own tame rabbit,’ he murmured, stroking her hair back off her face and out of her eyes.

She watched him suspiciously. She was a person, not a pet.

‘A fluffy little thing,’ Nicholas continued, making Greta’s cheeks flush. ‘I’d bring her treats and stroke her fur,’ he smiled down at her. ‘Do you like having your fur stroked, Greta?’

‘Sometimes,’ Greta whispered, feeling infinitely vulnerable. Oh gods, this had come right out of the blue but she did not want him to go away or stop touching her.

‘She would worship me, of course,’ he shrugged easily. ‘I’m a wolf, we’re easy to look up to.’

Greta closed her lips, glaring at him softly, even knowing he was joking.

‘And because she was my pet,’ he said softly, his fingers trailing a delectable path down her throat to the top of her shirt, ‘and because of her naturally obedient nature, she would obviously do everything that I told her to do.’

‘I’m not…’ Greta flushed, her words seeming to choke in her mouth. She felt as though she should try to regain some dignity, but his fingers just felt so very good.

‘You’re not obedient?’ Nicholas asked, clearly amused at her assertion. ‘You’re the one chained to a bed, my bunny girl. Anyway,’ he continued, the same amusement tweaking his lips into a sideways smile. ‘Surely all bunny girls respect and adore wolves. After all, we are your natural masters, are we not?’

On the word ‘masters’, he pulled sharply at her collar and Greta heard and felt the press-studs down the front of her shirt pull open, half-revealing her bra-clad breasts.

‘I…’ she said softly, suddenly panting fast as if she was running at the thought of him undressing her while she was still chained to her bed. ‘I’m… I…’

‘Like all rabbits, you worship the wolflord who is going to claim you,’ Nicholas continued her sentence without pause. ‘Like a submissive little harlot who knows what’s good for her.’

He ripped again at her shirt, and Greta felt all the press studs fly fully undone. Nicholas pulled her shirt open on both sides, a smile on his face as he framed the open shirt around her boobs. She shivered to be half naked with him, chained up and helpless.

‘What a little slut you are, Greta,’ he said, a look of amused triumph on his face. ‘I don’t think anyone would believe you are innocent, do you? Finding you here like this?’

He bent down and kissed her lips softly, so gently that it was almost criminal, a hint of tongue sliding across her lips.

‘Half-undressed?’ Nicholas murmured to her, lifting up his head to meet her eyes. ‘Chained up? They’ll see the harlot that you are, and clearly they’ll let me keep you.’

‘I’m n-not a h-harlot,’ Greta said, finding her tongue. ‘Clearly, the wolf chained me up without even asking me what I wanted first.’

‘More fool you for letting yourself be taken,’ Nicholas smirked, running a casual finger down her bra strap and along the lacy hem at the edge of the cup so that Greta gasped at the thought of him touching her intimately. ‘Finders keepers. You’re the spoils of the hunt, my dear. And do you know what wolves do with the sweet, soft innocent little bunny girls when we drag them back to our castles?’

Mute, Greta shook her head from side to side, her eyes mesmerised on his as he continued his slow exploration of her breasts. Well, she knew what her favourite wolf porn magazines, Wolfgirl Monthly and Light of the Moon, would say but she wanted to know what he would say.

‘We chain them up,’ Nicholas said bluntly, bending his head down to kiss a path up from her breasts to her throat so that Greta gasped with sudden need.

He lifted his head to meet her eyes, a light in his own.

‘We chain them up,’ he repeated, sliding his hand into Greta’s hair. ‘And then, we let every wolfman in the castle use them during the victory feast. Roughly, harshly, while they beg for mercy.’

He grabbed her hair as he spoke, pulling her head back and baring her throat to him. Greta gasped in sudden need, her mouth open, unable to believe the words the wolfman was saying to her.

‘Do you think you can take all the wolves in the castle, Greta?’ Nicholas smiled, a touch of play-cruelty edging his smile. ‘Some of them are very big and very rough. All their stiff rods pushing into your sweet little body,’ he said amused at Greta’s gasp and shiver against his hands holding her. ‘I think you might scream, and then beg them to stop, don’t you? When they force you, again and again?’

He chuckled softly, meeting her wild eyes.

‘But they won’t stop, no matter how hard you scream. And I think you’ll be good in the end, don’t you, my rabbit? You’ll learn what’s good for you. You’ll learn to please your masters.’

Greta’s lips were parted and she couldn’t have spoken if she had tried. She knew her eyes were wide and fixed on him, as her breathing came fast and needy.

‘That’s what I like about owning a rabbit in a cage,’ Nicholas chuckled, letting go of her hair to stroke back down her body.

Greta stayed still, stunned like a prey creature caught, frozen. She honestly didn’t think she could move.

‘She knows she can’t beat me,’ Nicholas teased her. ‘She knows I’m her natural master.’

‘I…’ Greta’s voice cracked, her words drying up in her throat. ‘I have… some dignity,’ she said eventually, forcing herself to speak.

‘Do you, my little house pet?’ Nicholas asked, amused. ‘I don’t think you do. I think you’re going to let me do whatever I want to you.’

He slid his finger underneath her bra strap and pulled, sharply downwards, and Greta shrieked out loud as she felt her lacy bra cup pull right down past her breast. It only took a quick movement and then Nicholas had bared her other breast as well.

While she was still gasping at her sudden nakedness, he moved himself physically to kneel astride her hips, his hands on her shoulders.

Greta stared up at him, caught in shock at what was happening.

Oh gods, she wanted him so much, and this was so much more than anything she had ever imagined. He could see her breasts and she knew that next he would start touching them.

‘Look at you,’ Nicholas said amused, fake-dismissiveness rich in his voice. ‘Only sluts lie down underneath wolves like submissive sluts. On your back, your tits naked in the air. I think you want it, little rabbit. You want my big dick inside you, splitting you open. That’s all you’ve ever wanted. Isn’t it, Greta?’

Greta cried out again, her voice high-pitched.

‘Yes,’ she whimpered, her lips puckering, her eyes still wide, blushing red hot as she admitted she wanted him to fuck her.

‘Of course you do,’ he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face as his fingers traced paths down her trembling skin towards her bare breasts.

He chuckled, rich mischief in his voice.

‘Of course, at the end of the evening, the prettiest, sweetest bunny girl always gets taken to the bedchamber of the strongest, roughest wolflord.’ He shrugged, his voice studied in its casualness. ‘She’ll belong to him now, whether she wants it or not.’

‘Aaaah!’ Greta gasped, crying out again as Nicholas flicked the heels of his thumbs across her eager, sensitive nipples.

‘She’ll learn to enjoy it though,’ Nicholas chuckled. ‘Won’t she, Greta? She will, if she knows what’s good for her, anyway.’

‘I… I…’ Greta stammered. ‘I g-guess so,’ she whimpered, thinking she was going to die as Nicholas started to tease her nipples with his thumbs, back and forth across the hard nubs.

‘Poor little bunny girl,’ Nicholas murmured. ‘Not a person anymore. Just a wolflord’s playtoy.’

Greta moaned out loud as he lowered his head, softly kissing down across the swell of her breast before his mouth closed around one of her nipples. She cried out then, her back arching with need, pushing her breasts high into his face. She didn’t care that she looked like a slut doing this. She wanted him so badly, dammit, and it felt so freaking good.

Nicholas suckled on her breast for a long time, and Greta moaned and writhed, wishing that she wasn’t so firmly held down — by the chains at one end and Nicholas’ bulk at the other.

He let go of her breast eventually and Greta whimpered with loss as he kissed his way back up her breast to her throat, trailing his liips up her throat while she cried out. He lowered himself down onto his elbows above her, extending his legs, and Greta whimpered in sudden need to feel his hard erection through his trousers.

Oh gods, he wasn’t going to put that inside her, was he? She would die, she knew she would.

‘Everyone knows that bunny girls are desperate sluts,’ Nicholas said amused, his eyes close to hers, holding her gaze with his. ‘Born to Rut taught us that sad truth about rabbits, didn’t it, darling? I don’t think anyone is coming to her rescue. They know that if she got caught, probably it was because she wanted to be the wolf’s prisoner.’

‘That’s mean…’ Greta muttered, gasping at how the defiant words just made a light of sudden amusement spark in Nicholas’ eyes.

‘She’s the wolf’s natural prey,’ he shrugged, fake-carelessness rich in his voice. ‘She should have known better. But of course she wanted to serve him, really.’

He kissed her softly on the corner of her mouth while Greta whimpered softly, only half in complaint.

‘Now she’ll live in his cage and he’ll be cruel to her,’ Nicholas explained, smiling evilly at her. ‘He’ll force himself into her every night. Getting his pleasure. Using her. Caging her. Breeding her,’ he chuckled at Greta’s sudden gasp of intense need and her quickened breath.

‘Poor bunny,’ Greta grumbled softly when she had her breathing under control again. She met Nicholas’s eyes shyly, blushing a little. ‘That wolf is very mean.’

‘Very mean,’ Nicholas agreed with the same amusement he had shown while telling the whole story.

‘Now, Miss Greta,’ he said, his voice hardening, and Greta shivered at the sudden hard need radiating from him. ‘I’ve got a very big erection here, and I need to put it somewhere. So I’m going to start with that sweet hole between your legs, and we’ll go on from there. Won’t we, my dear little rabbit?’

‘Yes, Nicholas,’ Greta gasped, moaning as she felt his hands moving down her body to find the waistband of her trousers.

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