Pixie Isobella

‘Miss Greta,’ the wolf said, his voice hardening. ‘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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The Rabbit Cage: Chapter 3

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

Trapped in Nicholas’ cage, Greta nibbled at a piece of carrot she had overlooked earlier.

She could just see him in the kitchen of his house, through the big double doors that he had left open. She blushed and looked away again. She couldn’t believe she had let him fuck her like that in her house — and then let him bring her here to deposit in a cage in the centre of his living room.

She wriggled a little with embarrassment and regarded her toes. He had called her ‘pretty’ and ‘sweet’. She didn’t really think of herself as pretty enough to tempt someone as magnetic as Nicholas.

Greta shivered a little at the memory of the sex in her house.

It had been good.

She wanted to accuse him of stripping her naked but she knew that she couldn’t really, in all honesty, blame him for the episode. Sure, she had been chained to her bed and Nicholas had been the one to undo the waistband and zipper of her jeans. But it had been her who had kicked herself eagerly free of them and then — she blushed hotly at the memory — it had most definitely been her who had opened her legs eagerly, desperately even, ready for his hand to slide in through her wet folds.

He had played gently, teasingly with her clit and pussy for a long time, while Greta had gasped and moaned and forgotten — she now thought, blushing — any scrap of dignity she might once have had. He had lowered his mouth back to her nipples, suckling, teasing, switching back and forth between them like they were his toys, while she had crooned and whimpered in sheer need, her back arching humiliatingly to present herself to him.

‘Who knew bunnies were such sluts?’ Nicholas had asked once, lifting his head from Greta’s breasts to meet her eyes, amusement in his own. ‘I should lock you up for your own good.’

His free hand had pinched her nipple as he spoke, and she had cried out, her body shuddering against his.

‘You…’ she had gasped. ‘You c-can’t l-lock me up!’

‘I can do whatever I want to you, my dear bunny,’ he had chuckled, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her nipple. ‘Spoils of battle,’ he had said, winking at her.

He kissed her cheekily on the lips before she even realised he was going to.

‘I’ve wanted you for a long time,’ he murmured lazily, one hand stroking her breast in delicious circles, the other still rubbing back and forth across her clit. ‘Of course, if I’d known you were such a succulent, needy piece of flesh,’ he smirked, kissing her again. ‘Maybe I would have just pushed you forward over your own counter in your shop and done you right then and there.’

‘Aaah!’ Greta had cried out, her body gasping with sudden need at the thought, blushing as she realised how much of her inner self, her secret desires, she was giving away to him.

‘Yes,’ Nicholas had murmured. ‘Yes, I do think you need me inside you,’ he said, and Greta had moaned in anticipation.

Oh gods, he had said he was going to fuck her but she still hadn’t fully believed it.

‘You need to be brought in line, don’t you?’ he murmured, shifting himself down the bed so that his fingers could run in circles around her entrance, making her gasp with need. ‘Hungry, desperate little bunnies like you need to be shown who’s boss.’

‘Ohhh…’ Greta gasped, wishing her legs weren’t so revealingly, hungrily spread wide open. She was giving every part of herself away, dammit. He would know far too much about her after this.

And who knew if Nicholas wouldn’t just fuck her and walk away? Maybe he was a cad.

I don’t care, she had thought suddenly. If he does, I’ll deal with it. I’m not missing out on this fun.

Nicholas took her nipple back into his mouth but Greta couldn’t concentrate because the tips of his fingers were half-sliding, one then the other into her entrance, as if her body was some kind of esoteric musical instrument. She was crying out, her back arching, her head falling back, instinctively shoving her body at him.

‘Yes,’ Nicholas said, lifting his head. ‘I think you need a big, hard cock inside you. Filling you. Disciplining you.’

‘Ahhh,’ Greta moaned. Her pussy and cunt were sensitive and desperate, and her inner thighs begged to feel him moving against them.

‘Beg me to punish you,’ Nicholas growled, sliding a finger deeper into her cunt while she cried out. ‘Beg me for my cock. Show me what a whore you are.’

‘Oh gods,’ Greta had gasped as his thumb lowered back onto her clit.

‘Beg, rabbit,’ Nicholas had growled again, and Greta had cried out, wondering what she had done to deserve this.

‘Please,’ she whimpered, forcing herself to form words. ‘Please, Nicholas.’

‘Beg me for cock,’ he grunted, still teasingly stroking her entrance, her clit. ‘I like disciplining slut bunnies who throw themselves in my path. I’m going to hammer you hard.’

‘Please,’ she whispered, groaning. Oh gods, did he have to keep putting such intense images in her head? ‘Please f-fuck me,’ she moaned shyly, looking away, trying to pretend she wasn’t her who was saying this.

‘Such a good little slut,’ Nicholas murmured, kissing a trail down her body. ‘I’ll have you trained in no time.’

Trained? Greta had thought in some desperation, but there wasn’t really any time to think. Nicholas was stripping his clothes off and she wished she could help but her hands were still chained. She shivered as he pushed his jeans down. She wanted to look away in some strange pretence at modesty. But she couldn’t take her eyes off his erection — she hardly knew him and he was going to be inside her.

But I do know him, she reminded herself shyly. I’ve known him for months and months. And he buys the best books. I know he’s a good person.

Nicholas had moved himself between Greta’s legs and she had cried out at the intensity, simultaneously wanting to shy away from him and writhe against him.

‘Look at me,’ Nicholas ordered and Greta met his eyes, instinctively obedient, blushing hotly to find herself in this situation. ‘Such a good little bunny,’ he smiled down at her. ‘Legs open and desperate to please me,’ he chuckled, winking at her while she gasped up at him.

She wished she could be indignant but she was too needy.

Nicholas grinned in satisfaction, and Greta blushed. Gods, did she have no dignity?

He moved his body onto hers and she moaned to feel his heaviness on her, his hands sliding down her torso to grip at her hips, incredibly finding the sensitive spot in her hip crease that made her cry out and gasp with need. Her legs were wide open and he was between them — Greta found herself panting hard at the thought of his large erection, ready and waiting to slide into her.

‘Good girl,’ Nicholas said softly as her inner thighs stroked his hips. He lowered himself down towards her groin and Greta gasped, her eyes on his. ‘Yes,’ he murmured, rubbing the tip of his shaft back and forth through her wetness, making her cry out again in need. ‘You’re going to be easy to train, aren’t you? I’ll have you rolling onto your back and spreading your legs at the snap of my fingers. Won’t I?’

‘No…’ Greta had gasped, her eyes wild, but Nicholas had just laughed the rich laugh of someone who knows he is right.

Then she was crying out louder because he was pushing into her, holding her hips steady for him. Oh gods, he was big and he stretched her but it felt so good — she almost came just from him pushing into her, she realised, and she blushed hotly as she heard Nicholas’ satisfied grunt.

‘Horny little slut,’ he grunted, shoving himself deeper into her, making her cry out again at how damn good it felt. ‘Next time I come to your shop, I expect to find you on hands and knees,’ he ground out, grinding deeper into her. ‘Your cute little rabbit butt in the air, ready for your natural master.’

‘No…’ Greta had cried, but her body had betrayed her, clenching around him.

‘Heh,’ Nicholas had laughed, meeting her eyes with wicked amusement. He was buried deep inside her and she had blushed in embarrassment. ‘You’re my toy now, rabbit. Don’t think you’re escaping too quickly. Not until I’ve had my fun.’

Greta blushed again at the memory as she slid a foot up and down the bars of her cage.

Nicholas had fucked her hard — roughly, making her cry and scream, almost feeling as though he was going to split her in half. He had growled at her while he fucked her, and his words had — humiliatingly — almost turned her on more than the incredible feeling of him inside her.

Are you this wet every day in your shop?

You’ve been waiting for me to rut with you this whole time, haven’t you?

All bunny girls belong to their wolf masters. This is just my natural right.

You’d better be good to me, or I’ll hand you over to the pack for their fun.

He had fucked her hard, before flipping her bodily over and sliding himself back into her from behind, his hand reaching around her body to finger her clit again. Gods, she hadn’t wanted to cum for him — some dignified part of her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction — but she also had wanted it so badly.

Not that Nicholas had given her any choice. He had held her still while she bucked and moved against him, easily overcoming any attempts to move away from his hand working her clit.

It hadn’t taken long, she remembered, embarrassed. With his thick cock inside her, stretching her, and his fingers rubbing against her, she had shivered and gasped with need, before the pleasure had flooded through her body, swamping her.

Not to be trusted, Greta thought gloomily as her body shivered at the memory of that orgasm. And at the memory of him continuing to fuck her while she was still trembling from the orgasm, cumming in his own turn inside her. She had never let a man fuck her bare before, not that it really mattered with beastkin like her and Nicholas.

Greta blushed with embarrassment at the memory of herself writhing against him while he came directly against the entrance to her womb. Wolves were funny about mating, at least according to her favourite erotic literature. She hadn’t been able to resist making satisfied little cries at the thought of his wolf seed inside her.

Nicholas undoubtedly thought she was shameless. He had… No, she had… Her thoughts broke off in some confusion. He had given her the hardest, roughest, most intense sex of her life, and she had let herself go completely.

Greta scrunched her nose with embarrassment. The wolf had seen a side of her that she hadn’t shown to anyone before.

After the sex, Nicholas hadn’t listened to any of Greta’s remonstrances that she didn’t need to go home with him or that she didn’t need to be in a cage. A full twenty-four hours had passed since her panicked flight yesterday and she was sure it wasn’t going to happen again.

Nicholas had just smiled at her implacably and told her to either get dressed or to give him the phone number of a friend who would look after her instead.

She had capitulated grumpily, knowing he was right, and then he had lain back on her bed — arrogantly she thought now — and lazily watched with interested eyes as she dressed. Arriving at his house, he had picked her up without warning and shoved her into the cage, locking the door behind her with a solid padlock.

Greta had hissed at him through the bars of the cage for that but the wolf had just laughed. Then, grinning with mischief, he had brought her a little bowl of hay and vegetables, then headed off to cook dinner for them both.

He found her amusing, she thought, mortified. Of course he did — she was just a rabbit after all, trapped in a cage. He could do whatever he wanted to her. And she had shown him already that she would almost certainly let him.

She glanced carefully at the doorway to the kitchen. He was still cooking, whistling and humming softly to himself, remarkably tunefully. Who knew that wolf men were musical? That they could cook? That wasn’t ever mentioned in Wolfgirl Monthly.

Keeping a careful eye on the doors that led to the kitchen, Greta poked around among the hay looking for more carrots. She wouldn’t eat hay but she liked carrots and she didn’t have any hesitation about eating it, even when it was — mortifyingly — placed in an animal food bowl for her to eat.

Horrible man, Greta thought, hoping he would stay in the kitchen forever and she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed again. That she wouldn’t embarrass herself again.

The carrots were all gone, she decided sadly. She ate a wilted piece of lettuce and hoped that Nicholas didn’t return in time to see. He would take it as a victory.

It was going to get boring in the cage. Greta wondered if she could persuade the wolf to give her a book to read. She looked with some nervousness towards the kitchen, where she could just see his dark head past some cupboards.

Actually, maybe boredom was better than the inevitable embarrassment of when her tormentor returned to the living room. She looked down at her body again, trapped — and very available — in a cage that was too small for her to stand up in. And if — when — Nicholas came back into the lounge room, she rather thought he might want to touch her again.

To fuck her again.

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