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Hi guys, Bunni again,

Lucky me Master let me out early

Turns out I was wrong about it being that night but I guess I was a little over excited, still after getting those mitts off I was more than happy to get feeling back into my fingers. Wrapping those silky digits around my desire and making solid slow pulls up and down from base to tip, the whole six inches...impressive for someone standing five foot nothing and among rabbits well that's not half bad.

I was so close to a messy finish before Master took my wrist in one thick hand and my velvety orbs in the other, a noticeable squeeze telling me more than any chiding would. He wanted me to wait, denying my fun...but it was usually worth it and I learned early that 'you do as Master wants' even if he doesn't say a word. I was sent to my room without much more than that so pouting on the short walk was all I could do about it to be honest.

OH! That reminds me you all never got a good look at me did you. No worries I'm a bit...scattered at the best of times. My room has a lovely full length mirror framed in an elegant copper stand, embossed with little emo-bunny skulls and roses; a gift for my birthday last year. And right in the middle of it stands a five foot one hundred-five pound hare, ivory white fur, big bright blue eyes and a killer body! My big pert rump formed with hours on the treadmill and yoga, another cute little bunny skull tattoo on my left cheek; I can make it dance if you want. My spots used to be a bit off grey but regular trips to the spa has them dyed purple along with the upkeep on the red streaks in my shaggy black hair; just long enough to lock your fingers into. BUT if you don't mind making a bunny squeal a bit there are this cute ears of mine, white with dark tips; kinda like they'd been dipped in ink. The way my spots grouped always made me think maybe my mother had a go with a giraffe or two...I know I wouldn't mind.

So that's me and I hope the image sticks, a naked little bunny hopping about your thoughts shouldn't 'just' be an Easter thing in my opinion.

So back to the days events leaving me sitting in my room thinking over what to wear when the new boy got here. Master likes me and Pepper to be there help...them adjust. Unfortunately we all have to play with Serval or first few days and he is not nice. I like a bit of roughness but the saber is too much even for me. Cruel twisted and merciless, that's all he was to me and my brothers.

Master made it clear to me my first day that I'd never leave him, so unlike a lot of my brothers I got my own room. They're jealous but I share any time I'm allowed to. Big canopy bed spatter-paint wallpaper, a soft white carpet, black dressers, armoires, and my 'toy' chest painted with skulls and hearts. Yes Master let me choose the decor, he likes us to have our 'own' personalities otherwise we get 'boring' ,or so he told me one day over our morning coffee...well 'his' morning coffee, I get breakfast sausage not that I'm complaining; a bit of salt and protein every morning makes for a good day I think.

Pulling open my panty drawer I sorted through a few lacy faves but I figured casual would be best, don't wanna be fancy and intimidate the new guy so dressing 'cute' rather than flat out sexy was best. The staff layout clothes for my brothers if any, always playing to our...ummmm lets say roles. I'm a bit sassy mischievous and punky so it shows; we all love different flavours.

I chose a pair of skimpy black bikini cut panties with a lovely little message printed on them 'BITE ME' across the back. I love how they tie together at the hips with laces; like the ones you find on your shoes and untie just as easily. So you can picture this tiny bit of cotton clutching my body so snugly and how shameful it would be to cover them up, so I didn't.

Checking my calendar, seeing it was Tuesday, I giggled with glee as it was 'two-piece Tuesday' meaning I was only allowed to wear two items in the first place. I LUV to show off so and collars don't count so my next choice was an easy one. A tight long-sleeve tops a torn midriff giving me that 'just ravaged' look. The panties and that shirt coupled with my thick leather collar, BUNNI spelled out with little rubber bones I looked soooo cute...and fuckable!

Couldn't help but pose for the cameras, Master always had the guards keeping an eye on us, even they had to rub one out once in awhile. So why not give them something worth giving a standing ovation too, besides I had to wait anyways. The Villa was littered with hundreds of them, but they only kick on when the heat or motion sensors are tripped; saves on power and keeps security focussed on the important places.

Like I said I was in my room, having dressed and now was waiting for Master or one of the staff to come and get me. I was just staring blankly at the red light of the thumbprint scanner on the right side tapping my chin with my finger. The blue light would flash and one of the staff would let me out, or it would be Master. Master didn't like me wandering especially when I'd been bad recently; my 'wandering' privileges had been revoked until after the party.

Master liked keeping us under control, but for the most part that meant, occupying us with thoughts o the rules, games, competing with one another; sex games mostly like 'first to orgasm has to blow the gardener!' Keeps my brothers focused...don't want them getting up to trouble...like escape or disobedience. Idle hands n'all, I help come up with a few fun games to play around the house everyone seems to except my mild mischief well enough.

The high pitched hum and the blinking blue had me hop to my feet and the door opened. There 'he' stood. "Master!" To which I pretty much yelled and assaulted him with a hug gripping tightly around his waist, my ears pressed to his chest fingers barely able to hook together.

Now I know what's going through you mind, but I'm sure you can put things together while I bask in the warmth of those muscles and that low thrumming heartbeat. Considering my size and the fact that I can barely wrap my arms around the thinnest part of him, you can imagine Master's a bit...bulky. Okay next let's play a guessing game while I slip my fingers into his back pockets.

So...what...are you...thinking...hmmmmm you're thinking....nine inches...ooops! That's what I'm thinking.

Ummm seven feet? Yes

Three hundred pounds? You're good!

White fur? Close

With stripes? Yep again.

Hooved? No...Claws yes and I luv luv luv 'em.

Add fangs, muscles and a calm sadistically creative mind and you've got yourself the sexiest big cat that you've ever met, and he's mine ALL...well mostly mine. I get greedy and then Master makes me watch him the boys and Pepper go at it for three hours outta 'spite' with me wearing a straight-jacket and a chastity cage.

"You ready to meet your new brother Bunni?" That rumbling rasp in his voice was just as calming as listening to thunder in bed. I nod as I look up into his icy blue eyes and nuzzle his chest. He pets my hair and strokes my ears "Now get those hands out of my pockets if you intend on using them today." He made his point my paws slipping free of those pockets reluctantly but still I basked in the feeling of his black silk suit against my fur for a few moments longer.

Cutely I retracted myself hopped a step back and gave him a salute "Yes Master, but can I have a treat first?" Batting my eyes at him only inspired a growl, which meant 'not now' to which I simply pouted. Master always dressed to impress. His suit was one meant for dinner parties, though he forwent the tie his shirt, deep purple under his black pinstripe jacket. Master started down the stairs and I followed at his heel, back and to the right where he could just barely see me, I wasn't Master's better so walking ahead without being commanded to do so was a serious no-no, and I wasn't his equal so walking at his side was ridiculous. Yes it's a bit...specific but that's how Master liked it so that's how it was.

Before we went to the basement though, we stopped by Pepper's room. Pepper was a young 'stud' or used to be when he moved into the Villa. A pony with an attitude but Master cured that...with my help of course. I don't miss the way he used to act at all, the way he is now is SO much better and now he's my best friend.

The colt was such a sissy now everything so frilly and...pink but don't take it as a bad thing. I love Pepper...not as much as Master but still its hard to not like a horse. His pale beige hide so thin and clinging to those taut lines darkening to a warm brown at his chest and limbs, that dark red mane so curvy and ladylike; took years to grow it out and Pepper was getting a little annoyed with the wigs, they itch something terribly.

Wearing his white lace stockings complete with garters and a matching corset. That forced narrow waist and how that adorable white get up linked into his collar by the thick metal ring looked so good on him, almost made me yearn for the days of skirts and maid outfits. A far cry from the jock that was huddled in the corner, he could never pull off these outfits. A change in diet and workout regime and all that man-bulk seemed to melt away. It's like all that bulk shifted to plump that backside and those lovely long legs. He got his nipples pierced because he was being such a bitch, and I can't help but take them between my teeth just to hear him gasp and whinny every chance I get. Even at that moment I just wanted to maul him till he exploded.

"Bunni! Thought y'all were under house arrest?" That southern belle accent always made me squirm a wicked grin, that and seeing the barely restrained horsehood within reach. Pepper learned self control at the behest of masters crop...I'm not sure I could do the same, but that crop stung when aimed 'there'.

"Yep." I nodded while Pepper trotted over and gave me a hug and I returned it with a little extra...his fault for letting 'them' swing free. He was asking for it, and yet again I was impressed by his self control. I let one of my fingers draw a gentle line between his twins and let my claw tease at the base of that hefty shaft; gawd I'm glad Pepper started behaving. It would've been sad if Master had to...y'know...snip-snip.

Master clicked his claws and we regrettably broke-it-up for the time being. No time to play I suppose, so down the red carpeted stairs we went. Taking Pepper's hand in mine, it almost felt like we were going on a date. Pepper sashaying like he was supposed to, his hooves clicking like a pair of heels. You can't imagine how long it took Pepper to get that right. The make-up the move the voice, Master was very patient and supportive in reinforcing what was best for Pepper.

"So Bun how ya feelin' sweetie?" I looked up at Pepper trying to pretend I didn't know why he was concerned "Don't be coy sweetie." He called everyone 'sweetie'...everyone he liked. To spill the beans though he was talking about the long hard one Master had him give me while trussed up at the garden view, before leaving me alone with that sadistic little vibrating carrot. Pepper was kind enough to leave a nice hefty mess in my guts to slosh warmly while I spent most of day whining and squirming watching the boy's get washed up in the garden.

"Oh I'm fine NOW but you could've gave me a five-finger-favour y'know." I pouted up at the tall pony, a little angry that he didn't despite understanding why he didn't. It was mean but I knew he didn't have a choice. Pepper hated being punished.

"You know I couldn't, you know the rules better than the rest of us." This was very true having been at the villa longer than the others. "But if it makes you feel any better you looked so sexy." Regardless of how I felt about being left hanging I gave Pepper's pert ass a hefty slap and grope, his braided tail flicking back at me in retaliation.

Master led the way for us ears perked and listening to every word. We gossiped like school girls openly knowing that we weren't to hide anything. Hushed voices and secrets were always rooted out innocent or otherwise. So if we wanted a little more attention sometimes we broke this rule out of boredom.

I couldn't help but notice how BOTH of us were starting at that striped tail as his swished back and forth in step. We both knew what shapes shifted and swelled beneath those expensive pants, a shame Master wasn't a bit freer with showing off. I'd imagine we could stare at him from this angle ALL day; neither I nor Pepper was making any effort to hide wandering eyes.

Before long we'd crossed through three hallways and two sets of stairs, descending toward the iron door of the basement. The ominous sight of the old metal door gave me chills. I could feel the shiver run from and through to Pepper, his hand clutched mine ever harder.

The Basement was the first thing all slaves of the Villa saw. Memories of terror and uncertainty tainting the walls of this place...and the beast that worked in the bowels of the villa...the sabre-toothed Serval. This was where we were destroyed...and reborn, so as much as I hate and despise the beast and the basement I know now that I wouldn't be who I am today without my stay in the basement.

Master knew I feared the basement and that was his intention. He wanted all of us to have the same association with it, mind games and psychology...I see how Master constructs his games, I've seen it with one boy after another and the most frightening thing of all is how well it works; just look at Pepper.

I was trying to slow my heart, panic buzzing in my blood. All I could do was to repeat myself over and over, like a mantra:

I've been good.

I've been good.

The smell of disinfectant, harsh over top of sweat, musk, and...things I'd rather not mention. Maybe it was more my memory of those smells, Serval actually kept things very clean. Master pressed the heavy thing open, and then it creaked with a sick horror movie sound that almost made me run back up the stairs. The sooty grey cement floor being the first thing we could see, too afraid to look any higher. I could see the reflection of the long fluorescent lights that rant the length of the room. The white tile walls and the chain link mesh on the ceiling inspiring dread and old aches to itch. I'd pulled my shoulder out of joint while hanging from the ceiling for...I don't really; there were no clocks down here.

Master was walking ahead while Pepper and I huddled shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand. I could see fear in his eyes but there was also anger there. My hand hurt with how hard he squeezed, both of us looked around suspiciously. The showers to the far back corner used to 'clean' us up, always too cold or too hot even the uuuhhh...enemas. The metal squares in the floor marking every third-square-foot flipping open to reveal hasps to run ropes through or secure...other more creative things too.

The Basement covered a lot of space almost the size of your average two bedroom apartment. The hard walls and floor made every step Pepper took echo, if I wasn't scared shitless I would've thought that was kind of sexy. The central space was wide open, small tiled pillars with the same metal squares planted into them; the left side of the room was divided into three extra rooms.

I knew them as the 'Sweat room': it was basically a sauna, for those who're a bit too energetic, all the screaming, cursing, pounding on the walls, comes to a stop pretty quickly with heat exhaustion and dehydration. Muscles turn to mush and the will to fight turns into the will to survive and speaking from experience you'll violate your standards pretty fucking fast if it means a drink of water or that the heat will be turned down. Not that there aren't risks using this method. I still remember that fucking dildo on the inside wall, fucking water bottle like a dripper on a rodent cage. Have suck pretty fucking hard to get anything out of it too...if it's been filled...and pray that its water.

Just next to that was, the Interrogation Chamber: Fixed with a simple steel desk and chair bolted to the floor. The chair had cuffs on the arms and front legs a hole in the seat and a belt to strap across the thighs; keeps the victim 'seated' for the whole duration. This room was the most civil of the three and the only time Serval bothered to hold conversation, and Master would often interrupt. I know enough to see 'good cop, bad cop' at work.

Lastly was the Workshop...: I hate the workshop. Littered with creative fuck machines and toys designed by wicked thoughts and evil hands...I prefer hot flesh over lifeless machines...but the sheer relentlessness stimulation isn't can drive a fur out of his mind. The sabre strapped me to what he called the Pendulum a padded sawhorse that rocked back and forth, with a creative arm that plunged and retreated as it rocked back and forth. The mount on the arm was interchangeable, and fucking cruel because when set right the tip of the attachment never left my warm virgin confines. It buzzed and stroked at a minimum pace BUT the real trick was what the big cat did next. I learned that I couldn't 'stop' the Pendulum but I could increase the pace, for every forward lean three strokes and for every one back another three...I memorized it. Then Serval told me "When you've had enough fun count each squirt of that little prick of yours, when I'm happy with the number you might just be allowed to leave the basement, if I suspect you're faking that rubber fuck stick gets replaced with the next size up. So you'll either have a lot of fun or get REALLY good at pretending to." I tried...I really really tried. The vibrating cock went up four sizes in five hours... My number was twenty-one, not like I really could cum that many times...considering I was spent but I'm sure you get the point. Learning to moan and spasm like a bitch in heat is just to make it stop is pretty effective.

I hate machines.

This place stank of the sabretooth, his sweat and his musk stained this place. His personal bedroom down an attached hallway, hell he could come and go from the Villa and never be noticed by anyone, so I've always assumed there was an exit down here somewhere, b-but I was too afraid to dare go looking for it down here... even when I dreamed of my old life.

He was the devil to the saint which we were trained to see in Master, both of them sadistic only Serval was far more twisted and if given permission...the worst creature you could imagine. Having Master so close made me feel a bit better about being down here, still it didn't make me any less apprehensive, fuck look at me using big words. Sorry I get like that when I'm stressed.

Jarred from my sick version of nostalgia, Pepper nodded to the desk at the furthest end of the basement beside the hallway door. Torn and ruined clothes marked the arrival of a...less than willing brother. Remnants of jeans clean cuts meaning it'd been cut with something sharp, a shirt torn by relentless claws, and underwear following the same path as the pants before them. Normal clothes...I haven't seen or wore their like in so long. The temptation to tip toe over and get a feel of 'denim' again would be so...*sigh*

Master lead the way to the desk as he took notice of things left for him. A clip board as I watched Master pick it up to take a look at everything collected there. A stolen medical file, check-up papers, health card, SIN card, photos, and more... a furson's life in one tidy pile.

Master read what he needed and set the clipboard back on the desk before turning to us "You boys ready to welcome your new brother? Be on your best behaviour and give him an example to aspire to and I may just give you two a free day." Our eyes lit up brightly at the mere thought of a 'free day' it was the rarest of rewards, Master would send us to town with an escort, we could go to the movies, the mall, and money to get whatever we wanted! Pepper was giddy at the mention but his carefully groomed demeanour begged he simply blush and giggle quietly giving my paw a good squeeze.

This was going to be fun!