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Authors: Leona D. Reish
Down the Bunny Hole (3 page)
Whether or not the thing understands
Bunny’s acceptance and encouragement or not, it tenses her legs and moves a
number of those binding tendrils closer to the middle to feel around and spread
her open. The suit just peels open like there’s nothing there, leaving her to
drip juices profusely onto the main stem of the thing as she’s shifted and
railed by the one already snugly driving into her ass to coat and pump her full
of its liquid.
Poor little Bunny could go mad like this,
if she hasn’t already, but finally it cranes up to find its mark, opening what
must count as a foreskin into a set of four veiny petals, revealing a smaller,
softer bulbous head within. It edges in and brushes the mounds testingly, but
it’s the other appendages that make their move first; ploughing and flooding
the warmth of the slit with three separate lengths to stretch and pry her open.
Bunny’s slit gapes out and she squeals
with what air she has left in her lungs from how good it feels as she thrashes
uselessly. When that main stem finally seals on her, she has nothing left in
her but erratic twitching, her eyes blanking behind the mask as it stretches
and fills her beyond reason.
She’s never dreamed of having four or
ultimately five things inside her at once, but this isn’t even exactly a dream,
it's something a little in between. Snugly locked in on its prey – Bunny’s legs
spread as far as they’ll go into the writhing hooks of the fleshy walls and
thicker binds – it starts to move. The appendages stretching her sex out don’t
leave, and seem more intent than the central stem that just holds her still
with the occasional lurching push against her womb while the rest assault and
slide against her walls from every angle.
Done with its preparation and comfortably
set, it doesn’t take long for the thing to pick up pace and ferocity at all,
leaving Bunny to squeal and groan with every lunge, thrust and squeeze her body
is assaulted with. The ones latched to her breasts relentlessly seem to want
substance from her tormented nipples with countless feathery suction tips as
the rest piston relentlessly into or around her.
Hung like that, Bunny plain loses all
sense of time and how much she’s climaxed, or if they’re all just rolling from
one to the next at this point with how numb her body gets. Whatever Mike’s
doing to her outside it all – if the sensations are even still connected – is
driving her beyond crazy, but just as she thinks she’s gotten used to the lurching,
all-consuming flow of the thrusts, it
heaves
.
Short of having any sense of language, or
even being questionably sentient to begin with, the thing holding her up
quickens with a fury that says it’s close to climax. Bunny whimpers and shakes
from the motion till even that’s strangled off, leaving her with an odd,
convulsing twist of a gurgle as her mouth pools with a thick white fluid.
She has some sense of what’s happening, of
the why if not how, but nothing strictly needs to make sense in this realm, and
the slick appendage that bursts from her throat and out of her mouth to waggle
in a spray of that sticky warmth before wide and almost crossed eyes is proof.
With the sight of it having never stopped
advancing into her rear till threading out her mouth before her eyes, she
almost doesn’t feel the thunderous pounding of the thing’s seed from all three
appendages stuffed into her sex, but the following lurches shake her from her
shock. The one spouting from her lips doesn’t sink back in, only makes a point
of how impaled and locked in place she is that even her head is stuck staring
up now, so all she can do is
feel
as something thick, smooth and solid
is squeezed into her stomach.
Thicker and longer than a balled fist, she
can’t even squeal as the second is pushed in. Nothing but stare up at the
enveloping beast with bulging eyes and a quivering body that takes the eggs
from its main stem without question. By time the third squeezes in, her eyes
have rolled back up in her head, and its seed is squirting out of gaps in the
seal they’re being pushed through as the additional tentacles pull out. Bunny’s
stomach distends a little, but it doesn’t look to be done with her by any
account. The stem eases back out a little to let new appendages prod and slide
into her before they start thrusting and pumping anew.
This will be a very long, slow night for
Bunny.
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A Note from the Author.
Down the Bunny Hole has been a bit of an
experiment for me, so I hope you’ve enjoyed the test! Experiment in many ways,
from the writing style that acts as more as your personal narrator describing
the scenes and acts before you with a knowing progression to exactly how it
transitions from place to place.
It was also a challenge, in the more
literal sense of a selection of story tags laid out for a story to be made from
that. In this one’s case it was corruption, madness – it gets pretty crazy and
weird, right? – and including a vial. From that foundation, I worked up this
string of events and scenes I had in mind. Corruption is a very broad thing to
work with, and here it’s used nothing like the sort of corruption in
Daemonique, where it’s much more traditionally demonic. In this story it’s been
much more a matter of corrupting a girl’s sensibilities with love and lust for
a man, that deadly sin that makes people do the strangest things, and then the
various dreamscape corruptions she goes through.
Here at the end I can talk more freely
about the kinks and especially the tentacle scene. That was its own challenge,
and whether you knew very well what to expect, had no idea what constentacle (
add
to dictionary)
would entail or anything between, hopefully it hit some good
notes. There’s a lot you can do with things like tentacles, since they can get
everywhere
and act as anything from multiple partners to bondage and breeding.
While I set out for it to be a consensual
scene, it became clear to me the beast in my writing didn’t much care if it
was, so while it’s clear she enjoys it, all the way down – or up? – to being
literally spit-roast impaled by one in a way only possible in a dream or with
an extremely long and delicate tendril and filled with its eggs, the creature’s
actions are very bestial and demanding. And Michelle, or ‘Bunny’, as she’s
become, quickly loses herself in enjoying that helplessness.
Now being a story challenge – and
subsequently published free – it had a limit of six thousand words on story
content that meant I had to take some care with pacing and such. If I come back
to this story to expand on and edit it into a priced piece, you could expect a
continuation of Bunny’s encounter with the tentacles, the drugged/asleep sex
theme ‘outside’ getting some attention and even a more real voyeurism hook on
the other side of the early exhibition that may in a later story lead on into
bribery, shame and cuckolding.
As always; comments, feedback, following
and enjoying my work is more than appreciated.
Leona D. Reish
Author.
