Straight for that Bunny Cunny.

Sir responds to your gentle purring with a harsh shove, forcing you onto your back against the hay once more. Rough hands seize your legs and **** them apart. There is no need to be so rough now, he has already killed Lisa and you, his prize, aren't going to resist him anymore, but you know that if his hunt demands savagery then your body is his to ****. You squeal as in one sharp, sudden motion Sir drives his dick into your wet, welcoming hole. The movement is precise and vicious and its clear that you aren't Sir's first victim; your hunter, your Sir, has experience. Were your head clear enough to think, you would likely try to imagine his past hunts. Was his prey foolish girls like Lisa who tried to run? Were the even more foolish and tried to fight him? Or were they good girls like you who surrendered everything to him?

But you can't think. You don't really know if you'll ever have a head clear enough to think again. As Sir rams himself deep in your body you cry out and your head goes white, your arms flailing as you literally grasp at straw. You're no virgin, but sex has never felt like this before. But then, maybe that's because it was just sex; Misguided Lisa trying to play seductress to some half-assed boyfriend. This isn't like that at all; your body is already raw and tingling from the chase, from Sir's violent affections. You have been broken down and made to know your place and you have never been hornier, or more in love. Sir continues to be violent even as he fucks you, his rough hands clench your thighs tight as he raises you up to hammer down into your body. You aren't a sex partner, you're a victim, you are prey, this would be **** if you were a real human, if you mattered. But you only matter if Sir hunts you, if Sir takes you.

Looking up at him you can see him smiling through his rough beard. Even now, when you have accepted yielding everything to him, you're still scared of him. But that's how it should be, it wouldn't be right, wouldn't feel so good if you weren't scared of him. The weak should fear the strong, the bunny should fear the fox, even as she presents herself to him...to her better.

Suddenly Jack pulls himself out, dropping your legs, and you wail in panic. Did you displease him? Has he tired of you already? You want to do anything for him, to get him to continue attacking and violating you, but you can't think, can't move, you can only lie there distraught and quivering with need you are so broken. He isn't finished with you yet though, flipping you over he coils your long dark hair in one hand and pulls tight, his other pressing down on the flat of your back before burying himself deep inside you again. You moan with pleasure and relief as he fills you once more, before crying out in pain as he pulls sharply on your hair, your soft ass bouncing against his hard abdomen as he relentlessly pounds into you.

"Oh Goooooood!" you squeal, knowing in your heart that the cry is dedicated to Sir.

"Good girl Bunny," he grunts, pulling even tighter on your hair, both of you enjoying how much it hurts. "This is how good girls should behave, and this is how good bunnies breed, isn't it? On their knees, like the sexy little animals they are!"

"Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!" you cry back, your body rocking with each thrust, so weak now that only Sir's grip on your hair seems to be keeping you from just lying sprawled in they hay.

As Sir continues to ravage you, you can begin to feel the surge of orgasm approaching, a terrifying storm of pleasure. Sir's pounding also grows more intense and it's clear he's about to cum too. Excitement fills you at the notion, the first ejaculation you'll receive from Sir, the consecration of your new name and life. Will he fill you? Will he cover you? Will he take you again? Will he keep you or will he leave you? You only know you'll accept whatever he wants, because that's what a good girl like you does.