Surrender to the Rabbit

Your will to fight crumbles and you sob, overwhelmed by fear and exhaustion. "I will do anything you ask, Sir, just please don't hurt me."

"That's a good girl," he says, brushing your hair back off your shoulder, "and you can call me Simon. Soon, you will have a chance to prove your loyalty to me, but for now, how about just a taste?" He slides the strap of your dress off your shoulder, baring your tender flesh. You cry out, tensing as he bows his head, pressing cold lips to your striped hide. Trembling, you close your eyes, whispering childhood prayers as you beg the gods to spare you this fate.

You gasp as he sinks his fangs into the muscle between your shoulder and your neck, the pain swift, sharp, and fleeting. There must be some kind of dark magic at work because in a moment you can barely feel the bite at all. You shiver as he withdraws his fangs from your flesh, his tongue soft and cold as he laps at the blood that wells up from the two tiny wounds.

Dark magic, indeed! Every touch of his tongue at the crook of your neck sends electric shivers of pleasure straight to your clit. If you didn't know better, you would have sworn he was eating you out, not drinking your blood. You feel your pussy grow hot and wet, your musky perfume raising from between your legs.

Simon draws back, his nose twitching as he takes a dep breath, his pale eyes darkening as his pupils dilate. "Ah, you are one of the lucky ones," he says, cupping your breast in one hand. You moan as his thumb strokes across your nipple, teasing it into a hard, aching nub. "Some people find the bite of a vampire to be arousing, nearly as pleasurable as sex. This is good. You'll find it much easier to work off your debt if you enjoy the work. For now, Josephine will show you to your room."

He walks away, leaving you out of breath and trembling. A muscular female Hyena steps into the room and motions for you to follow her. She's wearing an outfit similar to the one the Otter had on, mostly just leather and lace, revealing most of her spotted fur and leaving little to the imagination. Uncertain what else to do, you follow Josephine into an immense hallway and up a curving flight of stairs. More halls extend in every direction, with more stairs leading up to a third floor.

"Is this some kind of a castle?" you ask the Hyena.

"This is Harcourt Castle," she replies, her voice deep and smooth as she leads you down one of the halls. "You might hear folks call it the Blood King's Castle, or Castle Bloodbath, but that is its true name." She waits for you, then opens one fo the doors and shows you into an elegant bedroom. "This will be your room, where you work and where you sleep." You admire the deep, dark carpet on the floor, the high, narrow windows looking out into the darkness, and the huge, four-post bed with its fine sheets and heavy comforter.

"Wait, did you say I'm to work in here?" you ask. "What sort of work will I be doing? I'm just a shopkeeper's daughter, I don't have many skills."

Josephine laughs. "Don't worry, you'll learn quick what is expected of you. This is where you'll bring your clients, unless they pay extra to have their encounter in another area, of course. Some like to do it in the gardens, some like to do it in the library. I remember one fat Badger who always wanted to do it in the kitchen so he could eat at the same time!" She chuckles, but you're still confused.

"I'm sorry, but...do what?"

"Why, fuck, of course," she says. "Didn't you know? Harcourt Castle is a brothel. A whorehouse. And you're the newest addition to Simon's menagerie of exotic whores."