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Chapter 12 by Nyortha Nyortha

The more he was used with reckless abandon, the more he seemed to lose himself in it.

The more he was used with reckless abandon, the more he seemed to lose himself in it.

He was going to be their boyfriend… to serve and be used by… his eyes fluttered as his muscles contracted harsher than before. His inner walls clinging tightly onto her marvellous cock as it pumped in and out of him. It all grew too much as his body stiffened, a loud moan ringing out from him as his clit shot spurt after spurt into the bag. His orbs churning as they release wave after wave of pleasure.

A twitching and trembling, huffing mess of a rabbit pants happily under his new Mistress as his lust filled mind only felt joy and pleasure…

She ensured that royal volumes of thrusts were had, well after his orgasm to drain his little sack fully. He revelled in the delight of the afterglow. The continued thrusts only further muddying his mind with her suggestions.

“Mhhmp… You c-came… didn’t you? ..Good Boy!”

A breathy, moaning voice echoed from him as his face was still pushed against the carpet.

“Th…thaank you… Miiishh….”

“Are you ready to be the man of our home… to look after your women and -all- of our needs?”

She’d slowly begin to relent more and more. His ragged breath carrying his words once more albeit with difficulty.

“I-if… that is… what Miss… desires… from her s-slut… th-then I shall do… my b-best…”

It wasn’t long before she halted entirely, heaving herself off of the brutally fucked bunny, looming over him once more. Her cock drooling a clear almost precum like substance from the tip. She yanked the bag from his cock. Palming the contents caused her to shiver.

“Mmhp… fertile… strong… musky stuff… were you a real man I might actually let you cum inside me… oh well… Get on your knees, bitch!”

He slowly attempted to scramble to his knees, as instructed. His exhausted, lust ridden eyes glued to the cock right before him, admiring the stains he had apparently left on it. He had no reply to her words… she was not the first to point out his missing masculinity but… if she didn’t mind it, he would endure the taunting words and insults… he would try his best to be a good… slut… a strange thought, even for him…

She held the bag between her index finger and thumb…

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