Down The Rabbit S Hole S

You wake up to strange noises. There's the thumping of music, but it's muffled, as if through various walls. Then there are sounds much, much closer...

Wet

sounds you cannot quite place. You may even hear sighs and slurping, rhythmic slapping that causes goosebumps to pebble your skin. Your

naked

skin as you realize.

Slowly you come to, your eyelids fluttering. It's dark, but not quite. There's candle light bouncing off the stone walls, shadows dancing in sickening rhythms. You blink slowly, trying to focus your eyes. Your head feels heavy, filled with cotton or stones, you can't be sure. Your body aches, and as you try to move, you can't. Feet and elbows and shoulders and the top of your head push against sturdy metal bars. Your heart beats faster, blood rushing through your veins as panic settles into your shaking limbs.

You are in a cage.

A whimper escapes you as you grip the metal rods and push and pull and rattle them, trying to get out. You are on your knees, on some sort of cushion, but that's the only comfort around. You are completely naked, except for a thick leather band wrapped around your neck. A collar. Your hair is made up into two tight buns on the top of your head, some loose strands tickling your nape. Your breaths are frantic.

Where am I? What happened?

You can barely remember anything. It's been dark, you were walking home. Past the cemetery? Probably, it's the shortest route. You have been hurrying along, feeling as if

something

has been watching you. And then... You blink as you try to remember, but the memory is fleeting, dissolving as you try to grab it, like smoke evaporating between your fingers. Your heartbeat accelerates, hysteria making your lips tremble as your face tingles awfully.

"Oh listen to these sweet sounds," comes a deep voice from somewhere behind you. You twist in your cage, but you cannot see anything, you can't move, can't even turn your head properly. "Badum, badum, badum, almost as fast as a real rabbit's heart. You are perfect for this, hmm, aren't you, little bunny?"

A big shadow moves around the cage, and you gasp when a man crouches down in front of it, looking at you with a crooked smirk. You jolt away from the bars, but only hit your head, making you feel even more dizzy.

"Shh, easy now, pet, everything is alright," he coos, tilting his head, extending a hand with unusually pointy fingernails. You stare at him, frightened out of your mind. His long fingers come closer, but you can't back away any further in your confinement, and when they close around your chin, you yelp helplessly. "No need to be afraid."

He pulls you to the front of the cage, and even though you protest, putting your whole body against the motion, and strain your neck, struggling with all you have left, he does so with ease, the grip strong and powerful. Your face ends up pressed to the bars, allowing you a closer look at the stranger. He's...

You blink, frowning in confusion.

He's so handsome.

You don't know why you expected the man who kept you in a cage to look ugly or foul, but he doesn't. He has a fair face, very pale, no facial hair, smooth skin, dark eyes that seem to gleam a little, perfectly angled eyebrows that are still thick and masculine. That smirk on his lips mesmerizes you. Then he parts them, his tongue slipping out to wet his upper lip, and when it retreats, you see the hint of white teeth, straight and...

are those fangs?

His smile widens as he notices how you're staring at his mouth. And yes, those are fangs, pointy sharp canines, glinting in the dim light. You gasp, trying to back away but he still holds your chin. "Shh," he makes, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. "No need to panic." His voice is soothing, low and gentle, vibrating through you, feeding the heat pulsing inside you.

"Who are you?" you whisper, not sure why that is the first question that slips past your quivering lips.

Where am I? What is going on? Why am I naked? Why am I in a cage? What are these noises all around me? What are you planning to do with me?

These questions fade into the back of your mind as you keep staring at the handsome man.

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head, slowly pushing his thumb between your lips to silence you. "That doesn't need to concern you," he whispers. "I don't matter, you don't matter. But for the sake of names, you can call me Master. And you, my little bunny, are my newest pet."

You frown at him, unconsciously pressing your tongue against his invading thumb, to push it away or to feel more of it, you can't be sure. "M'not a bu-" you try to say past his digit, but he shakes his head, pushing it deeper.

"Shh, yes, you are. You are my bunny and I will play with you tonight, and all the nights to come," he says softly, pumping his thumb in and out of your mouth, and all you can do is strain your lips around it and

let him

as you hold his gaze. The longer you stare into his dark eyes, the calmer you become, the heavier your body feels, the less thoughts course through your mind. You even start sucking on his thumb, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue around it.

As if it would be the most normal thing to do in this situation.

He smiles at you, his other hand moving along the edge of the cage before the door jumps open with a rusty squeak. His thumb is gone, and you feel confused, blinking, and he uses that confusion to pull you out of the cage. His hand is heavy on your shoulder, keeping you from getting to your feet, so you end up on your hands and knees beside him, craning your neck to look at him. It's then that you finally see the rest of the dimly-lit room.

The shadows you saw earlier belong to various figures, other men sitting on couches and armchairs and stools, and draped around them, sitting on their laps, bent over before them, suspended in the air, are other girls, naked like you, and they're wearing collars and masks,

animal masks,

you see cats and dogs, bunnies and foxes, even pigs and cows, and the noises that come from them make you feel quite uneasy.

It's a wild mixture of moans and whimpers, some barking and mewling, oinks and moos, a strange cacophony of sounds as they are forced to entertain the other men.

You see two men spitroasting a cat girl, her ear headband flopping back and forth wildly as she takes one cock deep into her throat as another pounds into her sloppy pussy, and the man behind her is gripping the tail stuck in her butt, while spanking her ass cheek with the other hand.

Right next to them is a girl in a cow mask, suspended in the air by ropes draped under her arms and around her elbows and knees, legs spread far apart, her large breasts bouncing up and down as she swings back and forth, getting impaled by the hard member of another man. Every time he plunges deep, she groans in a way that sounds strikingly like a moo.

In the corner of the room you see a girl squirming on a table, wrists and ankles bound to its legs, while at least four men stand around her, bent over her, faces pressed to her neck, her breasts, between her legs. There are moans and slurping sounds, and a strange metallic smell wafts towards you.

You feel sick just watching these scenes, a sniffle escaping you as you stare at the ground. Beside you the man is attaching something to the back of the collar around your neck, and before you know it, you are being dragged forward, choking slightly until you start to crawl on your hands and knees behind him. "Come on, bunny, let's join the festivities..." the man tells you, and you whimper in response, the leash pulling you straight into the dense cloud of sex noises and sex smells.

Keeping your head low, you move past various

couples,

and you can't tell if their whines come from pain or pleasure, and you don't want to find out either. It's

you

you have to worry about now, because you don't want to end up like them. But it seems you don't have much of a choice when the man suddenly grabs you under your arms and lifts you effortlessly, holding you up like one would hold a puppy or a newborn, and you stare at him, mesmerized by his dark eyes, immobile in his hold, feet dangling at least a foot above the ground.

In this slightly brighter light, you can see a red glint in his gaze, and the sight should have irritated you, along with his fangs, but you just look at him, calming down in his hold. "Oh, how beautiful," another voice coos from the side. "What a nice catch. Well done." A second man steps next to the one holding you up, equally handsome with a fair face and dark eyes. He looks younger though and sports a deep scar through his left eyebrow.

"She's so tiny," a gruff voice sounds from behind you. "You sure she can handle this?" You feel hands on your waist, rubbing down your sides, long fingers closing around your shins as the man behind you pulls your legs apart for further inspection.

You feel frozen in place, trapped by a bunch of predators, a literal bunny forced into a corner. Your heart is thundering in your chest. A single tear rolls down your cheek.

"Aww, don't be scared, little bunny," the younger man whispers, extending a hand to wipe at your cheek. You barely flinch away. "We won't harm you. We want to keep you. Unlike humans, we hunt for the future, for our entertainment, you know? We won't eat you... not like you think." He unhooks the leash from your collar and teases your pert nipples with the cold metal, before he lets it fall to the floor and gently cups your small breasts, weighing them in his palms. "And we'll make sure you can take us..." Your eyes widen when he smiles, exposing even pointier fangs to you.

"Like I told you, you are our pet, not our food," the man holding you says with a smirk, winking at you. "We'll keep you alive. Won't we, gentlemen?"

"Sure," the man behind you grunts. You feel him crouching behind you, his hot breath fanning over the backs of your thighs, his hands rubbing up and down your trembling legs. "We'll try."

The other two men give a deep laugh. "No, no, we

will

keep her alive," the first man says sternly before he gently puts you down again, your bare feet hitting the cold stone below. You shiver deeply. He puts his hands on your shoulders and leans over you, tall and intimidating. "And you'll be a good bunny, won't you?" he coos. "You'll do as we say?"

His eyes hold you captive, and you find yourself nodding. "Y-yes," you mumble as the man smiles at you, while his eyes bore into you intently. "M-master," you add quietly, unsure where that came from.

The younger man laughs. "So obedient, I'm delighted!" he says and clasps his hands together. "Hey, you can call me Sir, while we're at it."

"And who am I then, hm?" the man behind you grumbles. His hands move around your rear, long fingers digging into your soft flesh. You stiffen under the touch. "Master, Sir, what- oh I know," he suddenly says, pulling you back and out of Master's grip.

He spins you around, and you find yourself staring at a broad chest, and when you look up further you see a massive man before you, wide shoulders, arms thicker than your thighs, a mountain of a man, full of muscles, but his face looks kind, older than the other two, full of lines and creases, and when he smiles at you it's more of a grimace, somehow sad, though his eyes crinkle handsomely.

"You can address me as Lord, bunny, how's that?" he says, his voice so much deeper than even Master's voice. His eyes are equally mesmerizing, and you can't help but nod again. He's seemingly happy about your reaction, and suddenly, you find yourself floating as he scoops you up and into his strong arms, pressed to his hard chest. You stare up at him, feeling a strange heat creeping into your cheeks.

Sir and Master approach you as well, their hands finding purpose on your arms and legs, gentle, soothing caresses that make you forget everything around you, and it's for the better, you think. You still catch the occasional glimpse of a man doing unspeakable things to a young woman, but when you focus on the three men watching you, it doesn't really matter anymore.

"So, where do we take her?" Sir asks quietly, his long fingers scratching down your forearm, following the veins under your skin. "It'd be a shame to share her in such a public setting..."

Master nods, his hand slipping between your legs, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. "Shame we have to share you at all," he tells you with a wink. "But I am a

man

of my word..."

You frown at him before Lord lets out a deep rumble that makes you look up at him instead. "You better be. You ruined both of our last pets, it's only fair we get a piece of your new one as well..."

The youngest of the men sighs deeply. "Ah, don't remind me. Poor little kitten... I miss her dearly."

Another grunt escapes the large man holding you in his arms. "As if. You nearly broke her even before

he

got his claws on her..." he adds with a nod to Master who laughs darkly.

"Gentlemen, old news, old news. Let's not dwell on the past, let's enjoy this sweet little thing... with its thumping little heart... and the delicious blood pumping so rapidly through its soft little veins..."

You stare at the man as he curls his fingers around your thigh, his grip strong, and you feel your heartbeat throbbing in your leg where he holds you tightly. Meanwhile Sir has his hand pressed to the pulse point at your wrist, a low humming coming from deep inside his throat. It hurts how they hold you. A whimper escapes you.

Suddenly Lord's big hand swats away the other men's fingers, and you gasp as he shifts you on his arm. "We will share her," he says in his deep voice, staring first at Master then at Sir. "Equally. Behave yourselves..."

Both men sigh and take a step back from you. Sir mimics a bow as he grins at the oldest man. "Of course, of course. Shall we go then? Before even more of us come and claim this beautiful little blood ba- I mean bunny?"

Master rolls his eyes and hits the other man's shoulder. "As I was the one who found her, we will go to my chambers. Come along then..."

You blink in utter confusion as the men start walking towards a door, leaving the noisy and smelly room and its strange inhabitants behind. Lord carries you through dark and narrow corridors, and you snuggle against his wide chest as the darkness moves in on you. Nothing but blackness, not a single light anywhere. You wonder how the men can even see where they're going.

The large man holds you protectively, and even though he seems to be the most genuine of the three, you feel his hand rub along your rear, fingers digging between your cheeks. You can't help but flinch when he pokes at your puckered hole. A low hum escapes him that silences you. Breathing a little harder, unable to control the rapid rhythm of your heart, you let him touch you as he takes you through the impenetrable darkness.

The sudden light hurts your eyes, and after the squeak of a door, you find yourself in a large bedroom. There's a big four-poster bed with a red velvety canopy and sturdy wooden frame, laden with pillows and blankets, a big fireplace next to it that's encircled by luscious looking couches and armchairs, walls lined with bookshelves. There are tapestries on the other walls, and not a single window. Despite that, it looks cozy.

The light comes from a giant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, adorned with at least two dozen candles. It's a warm light, but you are still shivering as Lord sets you down on the floor that's covered in grand carpets and rugs. You hug your arms to your chest, for the first time really acknowledging the fact that you are completely naked - and surrounded by three men who look strangely hungry, with glinting eyes, who lick their lips and pointy teeth, their fingers itching to touch you again.

Fear creeps up your spine as you back away slightly, only to bump into Lord who stepped behind you. "Easy, pet, no need to be afraid now. There's no use trying to run away. And why would you, right?" he adds, gently cupping your face with his big hand. You stiffen as you look up at him. "We will be so gentle with you..."

You swallow hard, then yelp audibly when Sir rips Lord's hand away from your face and places his own around your neck. "Enough talk. I call dips on her throat!" he says darkly, staring at you with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.

"As usual," Master sighs. "And you'll take her ass I assume?"

"I'm the ass guy," Lord chimes happily, a low chuckle erupting from his throat. "Haven't found a girl yet who could take my entire cock into her little cunt... well, at least not if I wanted to keep her. The Devil bless their poor souls... But asses are so much more accommodating, wouldn't you say?"

You can only stare at him, frozen to the spot. He looks so gentle, but his words are vile, and the picture he paints in your head makes you sick to your stomach. He gives you a wink from behind Sir's shoulder.

"You could just go for the larger ones, you know?" the youngest man says, turning his head to the big man. "But no, your appetite for the petite is unrivaled around here. At least they still made for a good meal after you broke them..."

You shudder deeply, goosebumps rippling over your skin. "Stop your blabbering, gentlemen," Master sighs and pushes Sir away. His hands find your shoulders as he leans down to you with a soft smile. "Don't listen to them. We won't harm you, we told you, and we... can be trusted, little bunny, I swear on my own grave!"

A series of rough laughter echoes through the vast room. You blink at him, mouth falling open, mind racing. You're too numb to panic anymore, but you are still too far from being calm. Not even those dark eyes can help you now. And surprisingly enough, it's not their lewd sex talk and the prospect of being violated that twists your insides, not entirely at least, it's a different realization that may come a little too late.

"Y-you... you're..." you start, your voice feeble and thin, your whole body tensing up as you try to make sense of it all. "You're...

vampires

..." Images of men bending over girls flood your mind, those slurping sounds, the stench of blood, little hints here and there...

"Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is she?" Sir chimes in with a smirk, watching you closely as he drags his tongue over his pointy canines.

"She's just a bit slow. Must be the shock," Lord adds, crossing his big arms over his chest. "Don't worry your pretty head, bunny. No more thinking, okay?"

"B-but..."

Master shakes his head, cutting you off with a smile. "Shh, I told you that doesn't have to concern you. None of it matters anymore, bunny dearest. You are ours now, and who we are is not important. Be a good pet now, won't you?"

His words sink into your muddled brain, and you don't even protest as he pushes you gently to the ground until you kneel before them, hands folded on your lap, neck strained to look up at the three men. They are all intimidatingly tall, Lord is twice as wide as Sir, probably twice as old as well, though the latter is still muscular despite his lean body and probably strong enough to do unspeakable things to you. Master is right in the middle of the other two, with big arms but narrow hips, and

his

strength you've already experienced.

"Pray tell, pet, have you ever had a cock in your mouth?" the youngest addresses you, and you blush deeply, averting your eyes.

"No," you whisper breathlessly.

"Oh?" comes the surprised reply. "Okay, well, how about a cock in your cunt, hm?"

You clear your throat. "Mhm," you make, still too embarrassed to look at them.

"Mhm what? Yes or no?"

"Yes," you gasp out quickly.