Scared little rabbit

Frost’s eyes shot open as she heard a loud snapping sound, followed by a squeal. She sighed. “Guess I’m not getting that nap.” She got up off the couch, and stretched.

“Can somebody help me? Please?!” Somebody shouted from the hallway.

“Oh, I’ll come help you, alright.” Frost said, under her breath. She was almost at the doorway when she said this.

“Help!” The voiced cried, again.

“Now why does that voice sound familar?” Frost pondered as she walked up to the doorway. She took cover against the wall, and peeked out from behind the doorway. “Well, I’ll be damned; It’s that tight, little German chick.” She whispered to herself. Frost giggled when she saw that, somehow, the woman’s pants were snagged in her bear trap.

“Somebody, anybody!” IQ shouted.

“Well, hello, there, cutie!” Frost cooed as she walked out into the hallway.

IQ’s eyes widened. “Uhhh.” She stuttered as she watched the Canadian walk towards her.

Frost stopped a few feet away from the bear trap, then crouched down. “Looks like you’re in a bit of a predicament, my little rabbit.” She mused.

“Uh, yeah…” IQ said, nervously.

Frost leaned forward, then said, “You know, if you could get out if you just take your pants o-“

“Nein! I can’t, I mean, I won’t!” IQ stuttered.

Frost chuckled. “Why not? You’re wearing underwear, aren’t you?”

“That’s none of your business!” IQ squealed, indignantly. Although she was wearing a facemask, a tinge of red could be seen peeking out from the top of it.

Frost clicked her tongue. “Well, I’m not sure you have many options here.”

“Couldn’t you open the trap? I swear I’ll pretend like I never saw you.” IQ said, as she stared, helplessly, into the trapper’s eyes.

Frost shrugged. “Wish I could,” she said, “but its pretty much impossible.”

IQ’s eyes started to glisten.

“Oh, come on; not the puppy dog eyes!” Frost groaned. She tried averting her gaze, but found it hard to free herself from IQ’s gaze. She sighed. “Fine. You really want out?”

IQ nodded, slowly.

Frost sighed. “Okay, let me see what I can do.” She said, as she pulled a knife from her pocket.

IQ squealed with glee as she watched Frost turn her knife on the bear trap. Almost immediately after the knife kissed the steel of the bear trap, Frost grabbed a hold of IQ’s ankle. “Hold still.” She said.

IQ’s air of exuberance was quickly replaced by pure dread. “Wait, what are you doing?!” She squealed as she watched Frost turn the blade of the knife on her pants.

Frost ignored her, and started to drag the knife through the leg of IQ’s jeans. “Cut that out!” IQ squealed, as she started to squirm.

“I told you to keep still.” Frost said, as she continued to tear IQ’s pants apart. “Alright, this side’s almost done.”

“Wait, no no no-“ IQ said as she watched Frost use her hands to tear the waistband of the jeans.

“Oh? What’s this, now?” Frost said, turning her attention to the pastel pink fabric that had just become visible. “Oh, my. You really are a rabbit.” She laughed as she saw IQ’s choice of underwear.

“Stop it!” IQ shouted, flustered that her pink, white rabbit patterned, bikini-cut panties were now partially exposed.

“I will. As soon as I know you’ll be able to hop away.” Frost said. She booped IQ on the nose, then stood up.

IQ squirmed as she watched Frost walk around her. Frost bent down, and started to cut into the other leg of her pants. IQ chuckled, nervously. “On second thought, you can just let me stay here; I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, nonsense, it really is no trouble.” Frost said, as she finished tearing into IQ’s pants. She was about to yank the jeans off, but noticed she hadn’t taken IQ’s belt yet. “Well, you won’t be needing this, anymore.”

“Uh, hey, a little too close, there!” IQ said, as Frost ran her hand over her crotch, and to her belt.

Frost winked, then unbuckled the belt. As quickly as possible, she slithered the belt through the belt loops of the German’s pants. “Hey, you wanna see a magic trick?” Frost said, excitedly, as she absentmindedly threw IQ’s belt over her shoulder. Before IQ could answer, Frost grabbed a hold of the front of the pants, and pulled.

“Noooo!” IQ yelled, as her childish choice of panties, and slender legs were now fully exposed. She backed away from the trap, stood up, and tried to pull her hoodie down over her crotch. “Why did you do that?!” She whined.

“I can’t bear to see an animal in pain.” She tilted her head.

“You’re a bitch!” IQ shouted, as she continued to squirm.

“Oh?” Frost walked over to her. “Is that so?”

IQ gulped as Frost stared directly into her eyes.