7|| Like A Rabbit in Heat🔞

I let out shaky, nervous breaths, every sound echoed by the suffocating silence of the chamber. My wrists were still tied in front of me. My fingers twitched nervously against the silk knot, and in my panic I raised my hands to the blindfold, desperate to rip it away.

“Don’t.”

The command cut through me like a knife. It was low dark, and unbearably seductive. My breath hitched as my heart started slamming in my chest.

My hands froze midair.

“Your… your majesty?” My voice quivered as I turned my head, trying to catch the direction of his voice, though the blindfold made it hard for me to see.

A firm tug pulled the silk from my eyes and light flooded into my vision, blinding me for a second until I was able to get used to it. I turned to see two maids standing by the door, their faces covered, and their posture terrifying like they’re there to make sure I don’t run.

My eyes darted around the chamber taking in the cold cement walls. Except for a single strip of glass near the ceiling. It was an observation window. I didn’t need to see him to know he was there, watching. My skin prickled under the weight of his unseen eyes.

But the window wasn’t the part that made my throat go dry.

In the center of the room was a padded table, with leather straps dangled from its sides, thick ropes coiled neatly in the corners. At the foot of the table were gleaming metal cuffs designed to lock a woman’s legs wide apart, to expose her utterly.

And just beside it was a wooden board, its hooks full with tools. Whips of every shape and size. Gleaming clamps. Heavy collars. Cruel-looking paddles and vibrators.

My whole body trembled with a sick, shameful anticipation, and I took a single step back, whispering to myself, don’t run, don’t run, don’t run.

One of the maids stepped forward without a word and grabbed my wrist, undoing the knots before tilting her head and motioning me silently.

Undress.

My hands shook as they went to the straps of the sheer black dress clinging to my body. The fabric slid down slowly, spilling from my shoulders, over my breasts, brushing my stomach before falling at my feet. I stood there completely naked, trembling, with my nipples hard as glass, knowing he was watching me from the other side of that window.

And the sick part is that a part of me was curious of what he thought of me and if my naked body turned him on.

How fucking foolish of me.

The maid didn’t give me time to think any further. She led me to the padded table, her hands firm on my elbows, helping me up until I was lying back first. I watched helplessly as she tightened the leather cuffs around my wrists, binding them above my head.

Then she moved to my legs. She pulled at my ankles, dragging them into the cuffs. The metal clamped shut, spreading me wide until my pussy was bare. My wet, desperate folds were already glistening in the cold light, positioned directly in the view of that damn glass.

Shame burned through me hotter than fire, but under it was a sick feeling of neediness I couldn’t stop. I wanted to slam my legs shut. I wanted to cover myself. But I couldn’t. Oh Lord, he could see everything, My trembling thighs, the twitch of my clit, my tears stained face.

A shadow passed over me as the second maid walked closer, holding a small silver syringe.

“No—wait, what—” I stuttered as the needle pricked into the soft side of my neck. A slow burn spread through me.

The maid must have pitted me, because she explained in a quiet tone.

“It’s a serum. To increase your body’s reaction. Every caress, every touch… you will feel it three times as strong. You will go crazy with pleasure, your highness."

The heat hit me almost instantly. My back arched off the table as a broken, deranged whimper spilled from my lungs. My nipples ached, painfully tight, so sensitive it felt like even the air was flicking at them. My slit throbbed and clenched on nothing, a gush of wetness leaking shamelessly across the leather beneath me until I was soaking in my own juices.

“Ah—ahhh~” I felt so high and helpless, my vision was blurred with tears. Even the air itself felt like it was teasing me, licking over me, tongue-fucking me until I was shaking.

My hips betrayed me, grinding into nothing, humping the air like a rabbit in heat. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. My wrists tugged helplessly against the straps as my legs spread wide and dripping, my body convulsing like a desperate whore begging to me fucked hard and rough.

“I—I need—” I sobbed out, the words catching on my tongue as another violent wave of arousal crashed through me. I wanted to be filled, split open and used. My body was no longer mine, it belonged to the serum, to the Trial, to him.

Lazarus fucking Thorn.

“The rules are pretty simple.”

I felt his voice crawl through my veins like poison.

“If you can last three hours without cumming, you pass. Be sure not to disappoint me, bunny. I have high hopes for you.”

The moment his voice stopped, I heard a sharp slash in the air.

“Ahhh!” The scream flew out of my mouth before I could stop it as I felt an sharp shock across my pussy lips. The maid’s whip landed right on my bare pussy lips, making my hips jolt against the straps. My clit throbbed so hard it felt swollen, every part of it shaking with unbearable need.

The second maid walked forward with a small glass bottle, opening it until the thick scent of heated oil filled the room. She tilted it slow, letting out the golden stream of oil down over my breasts. It was warm and addictive rolling over my nipples until they glistened and dripped. I gasped, shaking helplessly as her hands smeared it in, rubbing circles around my aching tits until they were as hard as stone.

Then she started clamping them. I felt cold metal pinched onto my nipples with, making me let out a sobbing moan. The oil made them slippery but the tug of the clamps made every tiny movement feel like it was happening a hundred times over. My chest heaved as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Crack!

Another whip snapped against my pussy, this time hitting my clit directly. My legs jerked against the restraints, my cunt clenching and leaking down my thighs, coating my body with pussy juice.

“Please—ahh please—” My voice was high and desperate, saying everything I could think of except stop!

One of the maids kept slapping my swollen pussy with the whip, while the other twisted the clamps cruelly, tugging them just enough to make me scream.

I was drenched in my own juices, my slit glistening under the dim light. I couldn’t believe I could moan out like a filthy dirty whore. I stared hard into the glass window, wanting to see him, wanting to see that Alpha daddy eyes staring back at me.

The oil seemed to make me go even more crazy. It was running down from my chest, to my belly before going into the dip of my navel then sliding lower, spilling between my thighs. By the time it reached my cunt, I was already so wet that the two liquids( hot oil and pussy juice) mixed so well I could hear the squelching sound every time my pussy was slapped.

“Ahh—ahhh—” My hips couldn’t stop humping like I was begging for his thick cock.

Crack!

“Please—oh god, please—” My voice was wrecked, a mix between screaming and moaning. I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for anymore. To cum? To stop? More? My cunt throbbed with every heartbeat, my clit pulsing like any moment now, I could squirt.

I threw my head back against the padded table, my eyes flying open, and that was when I saw it. It was glowing red numbers illuminating the ceiling above me. It was a countdown clock.

02:55:00.

Five minutes gone. Two hours and fifty-five minutes to go.