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It's been a while. Anyway, I've written something a little bit different, though it's still got all the non-consensual content a person could want.

WARNING: This story contains blackmail, coercion and rape.

It was a month to the day before Kayla was due to graduate from university that her life began to fall apart. This came as quite a surprise to her while it was happening, but in hindsight nothing more predictable could have occurred.

The collapse began on a Friday, at about four thirty, just after Kayla's last class ended. It was an Accounting class, her major, and she was barely paying attention. The usual professor, an older wolf named Greenwood, was out sick and had been replaced with a charcoal furred rabbit adjunct whose name Kayla had not bothered to learn.

Truth be told, there wasn't much left to the year. Finals were over, her thesis had been submitted and really everyone was just waiting around to see what their grades would be. Kayla, who routinely placed in the top tenth of the class, was already thinking about the job she'd been offered by a major firm. She'd have to move across the country, but that was alright. Her prospective salary would more than make up for the inconvenience.

It was unusually warm even for late spring and most of the class was drowsing even as the lesson ended. The adjunct let them out, but even as Kayla was beginning to stand he spoke.

"Would you stay after for a moment?" He asked.

It was a perfectly innocuous request, made casually, but all the same Kayla felt a hint of annoyance flit through her. She'd been planning on going to the gym, and she shuffled her gym bag back underneath her desk with a muted sigh. This late in the day most of the good machines were certain to be taken.

Kayla was tall and sleekly built, befitting a lioness, and covered with a short layer of tawny fur. When she joined the adjunct at the front of the room he had to look up in order to meet her gaze, for she had nearly a foot on him. This wasn't unusual, for she was taller than most people. The adjunct's eyes caught on her chest for a fraction of a second on their way up and this wasn't unusual either. Even most of her male professors had grown very practiced in pretending not to sneak a glance every so often. The rabbit was less subtle about it, however, and something about his gaze made a little flicker of apprehension register at the back of her mind.

"Is everything alright?" Kayla asked, resisting an urge to fold her arms.

The adjunct looked like he might be about to say something, but instead stepped behind his desk and fetched something from a drawer. For a half second Kayla thought he might be about to give her something, a book or a packet of coursework, but what he held up instead was rather more familiar.

Her thesis.

Kayla blinked hard, a cold and instinctive shiver rolling through her, prickling up the fur along the length of her tufted tail.

"There are some irregularities I've noticed in your work." The rabbit said, and though Kayla had known that this would be it, the words still knocked the air out of her.

A thousand excuses and indignant denials rose to mind: 'what do you mean?' she might ask with widened eyes. 'I would like to speak to Professor Greenwood directly,' she could say with straight backed authority. 'Oh gosh, I must have forgotten to credit a source...' she might simper, with all the unassuming sweetness that could possibly be mustered.

But no words escaped her lips, for nothing she said could possibly fix this. The adjunct was being polite, Kayla knew. Were he to be totally, brutally honest, he might have called those 'irregularities' by a rather more singular term. Plagiarism.

"I...can explain." She said lamely.

The adjunct eyed her, flatly unconvinced.

Kayla had never paid much attention to the adjunct before. Before this very moment he'd been just a nondescript rabbit, charcoal furred and utterly average in every way. She didn't even know his name.

And now he had her fate in his paws.

"Really..." She tried to insist, barely suppressing an anxious tremble at the edge of her voice, but the adjunct let her thesis drop to the surface of his desk with a muted thump.

"It was pretty obvious," he said. "You flipped a few words around here and there, enough to fool the online scanner, but I had a feeling. And sure enough..."

Out of the desk came a battered book with a faded green cover. Kayla's heart skipped a beat. She had the same book, the same edition even, in her dorm room.

She'd thought it would be obscure enough to evade detection, but apparently not.

There was panic welling up now, bright and inescapable. Plagiarism was a serous academic offense. Certainly this would discredit her entire thesis. She'd likely be expelled, there would be no job offer anymore, no future whatsoever. And it wasn't like she was wealthy, her parents couldn't simply sweep this under the rug like privileged families so often did.

"Please," she blurted, frightened enough not to think ahead. "Wait...you don't have to do this. Please don't say anything."

The adjunct blinked, halfway surprised, then quickly buried that look in a cool veneer of indifference. Behind it though, Kayla could see a sort of sadistic enjoyment blooming, a realization of just how much power he now held over her.

"This is serious," the rabbit said. "I'll have to report this to Professor Greenwood." Still his tone was stern and professional, the dutiful adjunct just doing his job.

Again the panic rose, shivering through her like an electric shock. Kayla shook her head.

"Look," she said, hating how open her desperation was. "If I get expelled then that's it. I'm not like my classmates, I don't have a trust fund or a family business to fall back on. What...what could I do to get you not to report this?"

The adjunct was staring, but rather than pity or contempt or any of the expected emotions, Kayla could see that the rabbit's gaze had acquired a calculating edge.

"You're asking me to break the rules," he said at last. "I'd get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out I was helping a plagiarist."

The last word landed hard, an ugly little label that was all the worse for its truth.

Kayla squirmed, tail twitching and ears pinned. She knew what the adjunct's silent expectation was: an invitation for her to beg, to practically throw herself upon his mercy. A part of her recoiled from the very idea of that, for she knew the adjunct had to be the kind of person who got his kicks from seeing others at their weakest and most miserable, but...

She was trapped. No matter the situation she was in now, if it got out that she'd plagiarized her thesis, the whole summation of her academic career, she'd be screwed. Worse than screwed, for this would be attached to her name forever. There would be no second chances.

"I'd do anything." She mumbled, then silently chastised herself. Had that been too desperate? Too pathetic?

The adjunct's eyes flicked over, from side to side. The room was empty and the hallways were silent. Classes always let out early at the end of the week and most everyone was going off to get a start on their weekend. It hadn't quite sunk in for Kayla that she was entirely alone with the adjunct, but something in the rabbit's eyes shifted. A decision had been made.

"You're in luck," he said after a moment, stepping back around the side of the desk. "I've got an idea of how you might be able to help me."

His whiskers were trembling, Kayla realized, and so was his nose. For all the effort the adjunct was putting into appearing cool and in control, there was a sort of eager anxiousness brewing just below the surface. It took Kayla a full second to realize that the adjunct's left paw had dropped to his groin.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, a numb incomprehension seizing her. Fear didn't arise, nor did disgust, Kayla was simply too confused to manage either of them. Somehow it hadn't occurred to her that something like this might happen.

'It's like a porno,' she thought, and nearly laughed. Then the reality of the situation hit home and she stood a sharp step back, running into the frontmost desk with a thump.

Again her mouth had fallen open, and she had no idea what to say. There were actual emotions rising now, outrage chief amongst them, but even as an urge to shout or perhaps crack the rabbit across the face rose within her, it was tempered by a cold surge of dread.

He still held proof of her plagiarism. For a half second it occurred that maybe she could kidnap him, or kill him, or...something, but those were only thoughts, and they were quickly extinguished.

There was no way to escape the situation that didn't either involve sacrificing her future or submitting herself to the attentions of a sadistic pervert.

The rabbit watched all of this flicker across her face, appallingly open with his unspoken demand. There was a noticeable bulge at the front of his khakis now. Kayla gritted her teeth, doing her best not to look at it.

"You can't be serious." She said at last, but knew that her words were useless. A squirmy, sick feeling had begun to percolate at the bottom of her stomach.

"Your choice," said the rabbit with an infuriatingly casual shrug. "I won't force you to do anything."

"But you are." Kayla snarled before she could stop herself. For a second she half feared that the adjunct might take offense by her spark of resistance, but though she saw a momentary bloom of unease undercut his growing sense of supremacy, he wasn't deterred enough to pull back.

"You got yourself into this mess," the rabbit said, more sternly than she'd expected. "You ought to be thanking me for giving you a way out."

A red hot shiver of fury cut its way through the center of her, puffing out the fur along her shoulders, but Kayla just barely managed to swallow it down. Throbbing just behind her eyes was the fallout of all of this, the consequences. Even if she accused the adjunct of trying to blackmail her, it still wouldn't erase her own troubles. All she'd accomplish was bringing him down with her.

Kayla took a deep breath and let it hiss out between clenched teeth.

"Fine," she muttered, more to herself than to the rabbit. "What do you want?"

The adjunct didn't seem even slightly bothered by the unhidden hostility in her voice, nor the barely masked glare she was shooting his way. Perhaps that was even a bonus for him.

"Get on your knees." He said, pointing to the stretch of floor just in front of him. His finger was trembling slightly and Kayla shuffled forward, mouth dry and stomach in knots. The immediacy of her anger had begun to fade a little bit and now she just felt sick and faintly numb, as though all of this were happening at a distance.

Slowly, a grimace on her face, she sank down to her knees just as requested. Her face was more level with the rabbit's stomach than his groin, but that didn't seem to bother her blackmailer, who let out a slow breath and then stroked both paws along her shoulders before sliding in to squeeze her breasts. Kayla couldn't suppress a shocked growl that rumbled a the back of her throat, but the rabbit only chuckled. His paws felt heavy on her chest, and even the fact that his touch was baffled slightly by the fabric of her bra didn't make her feel any better.

"Take off your shirt." The adjunct ordered, and Kayla slowly obeyed, eyes fixed on the wood of the desk, anywhere but the rabbit. Distantly, she supposed she could be grateful that he hadn't made her touch him yet. Though that part was certainly coming, closer and closer all the time.

Kayla was slimly muscled, toned and sleek from many hours of exercise. Beneath her shirt she wore a white bra and that came off too, baring her breasts. They were large for a lioness, round and enticingly perky, each heavy mound capped with a stiff black nipple. The rabbit groped them shamelessly and Kayla forced herself to focus on setting her bra aside so she wouldn't be tempted to slap his paws away.

He grunted in the back of his throat as he molested her and Kayla chewed the inside of her chest, forcing herself to take deep, even breaths. Finally, after what felt like a small eternity of this unwelcome attention, the rabbit straightened back up. But it wasn't over.

"Unzip my pants." He said, trying and failing to hide a breathy, eager edge to his voice.

Kayla reluctantly did, moving with the very tips of her fingers, anything to avoid directly touching the throbbing bulge that pressed against the front of the rabbit's khakis. The zipper came down, but even before Kayla could think about withdrawing, the adjunct was shuffling his pants down over his hips with impatient little motions, cock flopping free. It was thick and pink, smooth and tapering. The rabbit was larger than Kayla might have expected, his balls heavy and full, arousal clearly telegraphed by the slick streaks of pre that wetted his shaft.

Moving quickly, he caught her left paw and formed it around his cock. Kayla grimaced but knew better than to pull away. The rabbit's member was warm and stiff, throbbing eagerly at her touch. Pushing his hips forward, the rabbit forced Kayla to stroke him, and she did so nearly mechanically, eyes going elsewhere.

Perhaps this would be it. Maybe she could just get him off like this and then it would be over with. That hopeful thought in mind, Kayla began to stroke the rabbit faster, her paw tightening around his shaft.

The adjunct glanced down, catching on.

"What's the hurry?" He asked, and slowed her to a more languid pace. Still, Kayla could feel fresh rivulets of sticky pre rolling over her fingers, wetting the fur there. Her blackmailer was clearly excited, his arousal right on the verge of getting the better of him.

But it wasn't her paws he truly wanted. After another few moments, just long enough to get him properly into the mood, the rabbit pressed forward, allowing Kayla to slip her paw away, and instead pushed his eager length into the warm, softly furred space between her breasts. Kayla shuffled in discomfort but didn't jerk away, though she badly wanted to. As humiliating as this was, it also wasn't the worst thing the rabbit could be doing to her.

She made herself think of it as simple touch, even if she knew it wasn't. The rabbit would poke and prod at her for a bit, and then it would be over.

Even reducing her ordeal to the most abstract terms didn't work, though, because he was rolling her nipples between his fingers, grunting and sighing low in his throat with each lustful thrusting shove he landed between the tempting roundness of her tits.

What made it feel even worse was that she could so easily do something to stop it. Kayla was toned and fit, larger and stronger than the rabbit. All it would take was a simple firm shove and she could send him flying across the room. But that wasn't where their power differential lay, and she knew it. All she could do was ball her paws into angry little fists and stare unhappily off to one side as her blackmailer took his pleasure.

"Oh fuck..." The rabbit groaned, lingering at the height of one particularly deep thrust. The tip of his cock trembled needy where it poked just clear of the silky embrace of her breasts and Kayla glanced down, against her better judgement, just in time to catch a molten spurt of pre across the hollow of her throat. The fur between her tits was smeared with the stuff, further aiding the rabbit's assault on her, and she grimaced with disgust.

"Open your mouth." The rabbit huffed.

Kayla hesitated, then felt the rabbit's left paw leave her breast and cup the bottom of her muzzle, forcing it into line with the throbbing tip of his pre leaking cock. She didn't obey the adjunct's order directly, but didn't resist when he forced her mouth open and then took a pair of shuffling half steps forward, hilting his length into the wet silken heat of her maw.

The move was sudden enough that she gagged and instinctively tried to pull back, for the rabbit's cock was jabbing into the back of her throat, but the adjunct gripped the sides of her head, hard enough to hurt, and ground fiercely into her conquered face, claiming her muzzle for himself.

He tasted like salt and iron, his cock smooth and hard. Kayla had sucked cock before, but never a rabbit's, and the flighty eagerness of her assailant's thrusts continually took her by surprise. There was never enough time to adjust, no specific rhythm to mold herself into. One moment the rabbit was grinding the full length of his member down her throat, the next humping her face with a flurry of quick, shallow thrusts. There was no discipline beyond what seemed to feel best in the moment, and keeping up with it all was exhausting.

He was stroking her ears too, and somehow that added new depths to her outrage, the casual way her assailant could find new ways to reduce her. To own her.

A growl rumbled up through the back of her throat and Kayla's eyes flicked upwards, to catch the rabbit in a hateful glare. He smirked, the expression shaky with building pleasure, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.

"You look cute when you're sucking my cock," he said, effortlessly short circuiting her rage with an icy flare of shameful embarrassment. "Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow?"

It took a half second for Kayla to realize what the rabbit meant, and when she did her shoulders hunched and she curled her lip as best she could. The defiance was short lived, however, for the adjunct pressed his hips forward, pushing her nose into the puff of soft fur at his groin, and then was humping eagerly away, filling the velvety tightness of her throat with no regard whatsoever for her comfort or wellbeing.

Whole constellations of black spots blossomed at the corners of her vision and Kayla put her paws up to the rabbits hips, ready to shove him away, but restrained herself just in time, practically shivering with the effort of it. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears welling at the corners, and forced herself to ignore the continually growing cry of panic that was rising through the center of her as she came nearer and nearer to running out of air.

She snuffled helplessly, throat packed with throbbing lapine cock, only the occasional sip of pre scented air slipping into her spasming lungs. The rabbit himself smelled like shampoo, something faintly floral, and Kayla supposed that of everyone who could have assaulted her, at least the one she'd been landed with kept up on his hygiene.

It was such a bizarre thought that she nearly laughed (or shrieked. She couldn't be sure anymore), but of course she had no air with which to do so and instead sat impotently on the ground, waiting for the rabbit to be done.

It felt like forever in the moment, but the rabbit was on a short fuse and reached his limits after only a few more sloppy, jagged thrusts. Gripping the sides of her head, blunt little claws scraping through her fur, he pressed Kayla's muzzle hard into his groin, the weighty warmth of his balls jerking against her chin, and then came with a final jolting jerk of his hips.

His climax felt almost like a bomb going off, heavy spurts of bitter seed splashing into the back of her throat. An urge to couch and gag rose, but though she squirmed desperately in place, Kayla knew better than to physically throw the rabbit off of her and so could only grimace and choke, threads of sticky white seed leaking from the corners of her mouth, overflowing her abused throat.

It was a surprising amount of cum to have to swallow and Kayla did so mechanically, out of necessity more than anything else. There was simply nowhere to spit it, not with the rabbit's cock plugging her mouth, and so she let it slide down her throat, shuddering all the while.

The adjunct watched this with a tired, spent sort of delight, stroking Kayla fondly behind the ears as though she were a loyal and very dependable pet. She could breath slightly better now but was still stifling a persistent cough, trembling in place.

"What a good girl," the rabbit panted appreciatively, still in the middle of catching his own breath. "I needed that."

Kayla made herself ignore those words, and the fact that she still had her assailant's cock in her mouth. To have any sort of temptation at all to bite down could all too easily lead to disaster.

Besides, she'd already let him use her.

The rabbit finally withdrew after a last few slow pumps into the back of her throat (more to watch her squirm than anything else) and Kayla was finally able to cough and scrape her tongue along her teeth, doing her best to purge the rabbit's taste from her mouth.

But when she reached for her bra, where it lay discarded next to her, the rabbit caught it with one foot and sent the article spinning under the desk, well out of reach.

"You won't need that." He said, then laughed at the shock arising on Kayla's face. "What, you thought we were done?"

"I did what you wanted." Kayla said, but though she tried to make herself sound firm to the point of unassailability, there was already a foggy tremble at the back of her voice. What she'd done didn't really make a difference so long as her blackmailer held all of the cards.

"Yes, you did," the rabbit agreed. "But there's an imbalance between what we each have to offer. You just drained by balls, sure...but I'm safeguarding your future. Are the next few decades of your life really only worth a pretty good blowjob?"

Kayla silently seethed, but knew that the rabbit had her. She could report him, say that he'd forced her to perform sexual favors...that sort of thing happened all the time in universities all over the world. But that would lead right back to the inevitable question of what her assailant had used as leverage. And if she didn't say it, he most certainly would.

Watching this silent drama play out upon her face, the rabbit crooked a finger, signaling for her to stand back up.

Kayla did.

The adjunct smirked, emboldened by this quiet display of power. He seemed to be settling easily into his new role as master.

"We've both got the rest of the day open, so here's what's gonna happen," he said, then took Kayla's arm and gently pulled her closer, until they were practically face to face. "You'll follow me off campus so we can continue this someplace more private. If you don't, I'll assume you aren't interested in continuing the terms of our little quid pro quo. You know what happens then, don't you."

It wasn't even a question. The rabbit's paws had left her arms and slid down over her hips to squeeze the toned firmness of her ass.

Kayla couldn't bear to meet the rabbit's gaze, or even to react to what he was doing. Still, she managed to nod. The motion came out jerky and slow.

"Okay." She mumbled.

"Good. Now put on your shirt." The rabbit said, letting go of her rear with some reluctance.

Kayla did, and couldn't help but look down at herself. Without her bra she could easily see the hard press of her nipples clear through the fabric, clearly telegraphing what lay underneath. Again her ears pinned, and she grimaced.

This had clearly been what the rabbit intended and he grinned, zipping his own pants, mercifully stowing the threatening fullness of his sheath.

"Stretch the neck a little lower." He instructed casually, eyes lingering on her chest.

Kayla let an angry, embarrassed breath shiver out from between her teeth and hooked a pair of fingers into the neck, tugging it downwards, exposing a generous stretch of golden furred cleavage.

"Good girl." The rabbit said, ignoring the muted snarl that sounded in response, then reached out to cup her practically exposed tits, pinching her nipples into full hardness. Kayla just barely bit back a whimper, for what the rabbit was doing hurt, but she still couldn't do anything about it.

Then, just as suddenly as he'd begun, the rabbit was stepping away to fetch his things, heading casually for the door.

Kayla gave a moment's thought to finding her bra anyway, but was almost immediately frozen in place by the thought of what could happen if the rabbit interpreted that as a breach of the fucked up agreement he'd foisted upon her.

Though...she had accepted. She was in this now and would simply have to endure until graduation. After that she'd never have to see the adjunct again.

Unless...

But Kayla shook that ugly thought from her head, grabbed her bag, and hurried after the adjunct, tail held stiff and low.

The class building wasn't all that crowded, but outside was different and Kayla realized that people were looking at her, just as she had feared. None of the gazes were very overt, nobody was rude enough to whistle or catcall, but she could feel them, the sensation nearly physical across her fur and the half exposed swell of her breasts.

Though she knew it couldn't be the case, she was suddenly sure that everyone knew what had happened, that they could somehow pick up on the fact that she'd just been so completely and unwillingly dominated. Bent to the will of some pervert and used.

That wasn't the case, she knew, it was only herself projecting present insecurities out upon the world at large, but that didn't erase the fact that people were ogling her, doubtlessly making certain unwelcome assumptions about her character.

It had her feel small. Vulnerable. And the rabbit had to be loving each and every moment of it. He was maintaining a distance of about a half dozen paces ahead of her, just far enough that it didn't look like they were together, but Kayla could see his eyes flashing back every so often. Keeping track of her. Gauging her distress.

They left campus and were quickly into the city. The feeling of eyes grew ever more intense and Kayla found herself staring at the cracked concrete of the sidewalk just ahead of her own feet, paws jammed into her pockets. The adjunct was moving fairly briskly, eager to get her back into solely his possession, but Kayla could sense a certain infuriating nonchalance as well.

Anything that would break her down further, he was absolutely in favor of it.

Finally, they descended into a subway tunnel and Kayla found the rabbit pulling up next to her, abandoning the facade that they were unaffiliated. She stiffened, almost reflexively, and very consciously didn't meet his eye.

"You're doing good so far," he said. "Keep it up and I might have a treat for you once we're alone."

The mention of a treat, like she was behaving as she was solely for his gratification, made Kayla want to shudder. Instead she stared hard at the opposite platform. It was still early enough that rush hour hadn't started yet and the platform was thinly populated. They took the next train and, quietly, Kayla wondered where exactly they were heading. The trajectory they were on seemed to be taking them to the entire other side of the city. Was that where the adjunct lived? Were they going to his apartment? Or was he simply putting as much distance as possible between himself and campus so nobody he knew would see them?

The rabbit sat close to the door and signaled for Kayla to sit next to him. Reluctantly, she obeyed, and was immediately unsurprised to feel the warm press of his paw on her thigh. The motion was casual and she took a deep breath, looking down at the floor.

To have this sort of thing done to her in front of other people was somehow even worse than what had come before. Still, at least the rabbit couldn't do anything too graphic. Not in public.

Kayla folded her paws into her lap, not so accidentally blocking the rabbit from groping any further along her legs, and took deep breaths as inconspicuously as she could.

"I was thinking," the rabbit said after a moment. "You were fine back there, for having such a big surprise sprung on you so suddenly, but I want you to be a little more responsive in the future."

Kayla stiffened. She'd begun to grind her teeth, a sour, angry feeling ignited within her. The rabbit's paw advanced and settled over her own. Now they looked like a couple, riding the train home after a day at work. The thought of that, of people misconstruing that, made her feel sick.

She said nothing, pointedly ignoring her blackmailer.

"I don't mind just using you," the rabbit continued, unbothered by her muted defiance. "You've got a tight body, and I'm gonna have fun breaking in every last bit of it, but it might be better for both of us if you relax a little bit. This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know."

Kayla tried to take a deep breath but there was a terrible shiver at her core and it shook any semblance of calm she'd managed to pieces. Was this seriously happening? Was the rabbit actually scolding her about being distressed when he was raping her?

All kinds of words rose to the tip of her tongue. All kinds of actions too. But again they shriveled, the catharsis they offered paling in comparison to the end of her future, and the sort of public humiliation that would come if people ever found out what the rabbit had done to her.

It would only get worse from here, she knew. The rabbit would only demand more and more of her, until either she broke or managed to escape from school after graduation, but...

She couldn't say if any of this would be worth it. Not when she'd have to lay in bed at night and think about it, over and over again.

The rabbit's stop was, as Kayla had suspected, well on the other side of the city. He'd spent the ride slowly pushing her paws away until his own was practically between her legs. He never quite grabbed her there, though she could tell that he wanted to, and for that Kayla was faintly grateful.

They stepped out onto the street amidst a dying sunset, Kayla staring hard at the ground. The rabbit looped his arm into hers, ever so casually, and took her down the street.

"You'll want to remember this address," he said as they came upon an apartment complex, decently sized and well maintained. "It's gonna be a regular stop for you from now on."

The rabbit lived on the second floor and Kayla found herself growing anxious and numb in equal measures as she dow ever closer to what she knew was the rabbit's home. Once she was in there then he'd have free reign to do whatever he wanted.

Again his words flashed into her mind, a casual request to relax. To enjoy it.

She couldn't contain a shiver. An urge to run rose, so intense it nearly took her breath away. She could race off down the hallway and be gone in an instant.

But she didn't. She couldn't. Kayla stayed where she was, silent and miserable. Then the rabbit ushered her forward and she shuffled into his apartment.

It was a small space, an open plan living room and kitchen, then a door that she assumed let to the bedroom. Everything was neatly kept and Kayla was momentarily caught off guard by how normal everything was. She'd been envisioning a dungeon, even though she knew that wasn't at all likely.

"Take off your clothes." The rabbit ordered, and then flicked a finger further into the living room, near to a gray fabric couch.

Kayla let out a slow breath and moved to where the rabbit had indicated. She took off her shirt, letting her breasts bounce free, and then hesitated at the hem of her pants. This was a part of her she hadn't let the rabbit see before, and knowing that some physical stretch of her being was still held in sanctity was a comfort. To bare it, to make it vulnerable...

The rabbit had fetched a bottle of what looked like tequila from the fridge and Kayla shook her head sharply when he asked if she wanted a drink. The normalcy was bizarre, mixed in with the poisonous, deeper hues of what had brought her here in the first place.

Her fingers were still hovering over the first button of her pants when the rabbit returned. He set his drink down upon the glass topped coffee table that stood just in front of the couch, and gave her a faintly disappointed look.

"I think I told you to do something." He said lightly.

Kayla undid the button, feeling newly miserable, and then shuffled her pants dow over her hips, dragging her blue cotton panties with them. A part of her felt almost dangerously vulnerable now, like a character in a horror story waiting for some lurking threat to leap out.

"Sit down and spread your legs." The rabbit said, voice growing sharp with lust. One of his paws had dropped to the front of his own pants and Kayla hurriedly looked away. It was easier to sit down, to follow an order that simply meant capitulating. As shameful as that was, she supposed the hard part was over now.

Her legs fell open and Kayla crossed her arms stiffly over her sternum, following an urge to protect at least some part of herself, even if she knew that it wasn't one of the parts the rabbit wanted.

In front of her, past the lust addled rabbit, there was a flat screen TV, and Kayla could see herself darkly reflected in its screen. She looked small and miserable, her legs spread and tension writ large across every bit of her. Her tail had curled around her left thigh but none of that was what her blackmailer was focused on.

Kayla's thighs were smooth and toned from years of exercise, and muscles rippled just below a short layer of velvety golden fur. Between her legs, nestled close to the base of her tail, the soft ebony lips of her slit framed the supple heat and intoxicating tightness of her feline cunt.

Below even that was the midnight pucker of her tail-hole. Kayla had once allowed a date of hers to push a finger inside, but that was the extent of her experience with the smallest, tightest orifice a female body possessed.

The rabbit would probably educate her on what he thought it should be used for, she thought sickly. No matter how badly she wanted him not to.

But for the moment her blackmailer slimly stood, entranced by the sight before him. His paws had gone to the insides of her thighs and for a moment Kayla thought that he would simply jump on her, but instead, to her surprise, he slid down to his knees and leaned in. Insistent puffs of warm, eager breath ruffled the fur between her legs, then came the wet press of a tongue.

Kayla flinched and just barely kept herself from jolting straight up the back of the couch. It didn't hurt, it wasn't even actively unpleasant from a solely physical perspective, but the mere presence of her blackmailer there was repulsive and she had to tense in order to fully suppress an urge to slam her legs shut on the rabbit's head. Was this what he had meant by a treat?

The rabbit was breathing hard, artlessly spreading the lips of her pussy with his tongue, as though that would somehow inspire a fiery burst of pleasure. Kayla just barely suppressed a groan. It felt dirty, almost, but for now it was preferable to most of the other things her blackmailer could have been doing to her.

Distantly, she wondered if she ought to have accepted that drink. That might have eaten up a few minutes that would have otherwise been spent molesting her...or worse.

Then came the familiar sound of a zipper being worked and fabric rustling as the rabbit shed his pants. Kayla could feel him trembling with lust and looked uneasily down at her assailant, fearing what he might do next.

The rabbit stared up at her, eyes wide and the fur around his mouth slick and spiky with moisture. Then he was pulling himself more upright. Kayla hesitated just a moment too long in trying to close her legs and suddenly the rabbit was on top of her, pressing her into the back of the couch as he pushed his hips forward. His cock, wet and insistent, pressed against the folds of her newly slicked hole, and then sank in with a shock of pressure and a great stretching sense of fullness.

Kayla groaned, a grimace seated upon her face as the rabbit hilted himself into her, balls slapping against the base of her tail. He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, eagerly hammering his shaft into the slick heat of her pussy, intoxicated by the silken tightness of it.

An ache had begun to spread within her and Kayla winced, not at any individual thrust but rather the sum total of them. The rabbit was a careless, rough lover, mindless of the needs of his partner. In some sense that was almost preferable. Had he continued in trying to coax an orgasm out of her, as though that somehow made things right, Kayla thought she might have felt worse. At least here she knew she was totally in the right regarding her suffering. There were no pesky shades of gray to deal with.

But that still did nothing to erase what was being done. She was still on her back in a stranger's apartment, pinned onto a couch with a man grunting and thrusting between her legs, happily taking his pleasure from her exposed, vulnerable body.

The rabbit had hugged his arms around her and Kayla could feel a sort of unwelcome limit being imposed on how deep a breath she could take. It wasn't quite to the level of suffocation yet, as it had been when the rabbit had fucked her throat, but it made her feel even more trapped than she already was.

And her legs were beginning to sag too, the muscles along the insides of her thighs burning with the effort of being held so widely open. Any further and it would almost look like she was slowly submitting, wrapping her legs around the rabbit's hips.

He grunted and huffed, face pressed between her breasts. Her assailant looked up and Kayla could see that his eyes were bright with lustful satisfaction. A fiery splash of pre jetted into her womb and Kayla suddenly couldn't remember if she was up to date on her birth control or not. The fact that the rabbit wasn't wearing a condom either began to gnaw at the center of her mind.

"You're so fucking tight..." the rabbit groaned, as if on cue, and Kayla shuffled anxiously under his weight.

"N-Not inside." She stammered, her voice coming nearly as a wheeze, for the rabbit was squeezing her even tighter now. His eyes had screwed shut and there was a determined grimace seated on his face, whiskers trembling as he pounded her.

Kayla tried to sit up, but her leverage was too poor and the rabbit simply shoved her back into her original position, pumping with a near feral desperation. He thrust one last time, grinding the full length of his cock into her, and then came with an ecstatic grunt, draining the full contents of his heavy balls into her unwilling cunt.

A great bloom of heat expanded between Kayla's legs, spurts and splashes of potent seed soaking her womb, and she shivered mutely before sagging back, her defiance broken. It was too late to do anything.

The rabbit panted contentedly, breath warm upon her breasts as he basked in the sunny fullness of a well earned afterglow.

"You made some cute sounds when I was fucking you." He said after a while, toying with her left nipple.

"I told you not to cum inside." Kayla said, voice wooden.

The rabbit only smirked. He twitched his hips, sawing the dull heat of his slowly flagging erection in and out of her cum streaked pussy, and Kayla let out a tiny, pitiable groan.

"Think of it as a compliment," her assailant said, gently pinching her left nipple. "How couldn't I have blown inside when you were gripping down on me like that?"

Kayla said nothing. She felt sore and exhausted, soiled and broken.

"Just...let me take a shower." She mumbled, looking as far away from the rabbit as she possibly could. A moment later she felt the softening length of his cock slip out of her, followed by a warm rush of lapine seed. It pooled against the base of her tail, sticky and wet. The rabbit shifted himself up and then came the sudden press of his lips against the side of her neck.

Kayla tensed and hunched down, as though expecting to be physically struck. In a sense, she supposed, she was. But whether the rabbit found any of this tiresome or objectionable, he showed no sign, instead kissing her again, this time nipping her neck. His paws were back on her breasts, fondly kneading them.

"I need you to do something for me first." He said.

Kayla managed to look back towards the rabbit without grimacing too openly. He took her by the shoulders and she let him maneuver her fully onto her back, him straddling her chest. He wanted her to clean his cum streaked cock and she did, silently, without any complaints. Once again the bitterness of his cum filled her mouth, though this time she could taste something else, a lighter flavor that she supposed was her own.

There was still cum leaking from her pussy, but the rabbit made her keep her legs open, as though showcasing his conquest to the world. When at last he withdrew his freshly cleaned cock from between her lips, Kayla wiped her mouth and looked elsewhere, trying to ignore the weight of the rabbit atop her.

"I need to take a shower," she said, just as flatly as before. "Then I have to get home or else my roommate is gonna ask questions."

It was surprisingly easy to speak. It felt as though a numbness had taken hold within her, blunting all of the bad stuff for the time being.

The rabbit nodded slowly, then slipped off of her and stood with a slight, very satisfied exhalation.

"I'll come with you." He said, and Kayla tensed slightly before realizing that he only meant the shower. That was bad too, but in a more manageable way.

She went, and tried not to flinch too much when the rabbit lathered her fur and slipped a deft paw between her legs, pressing a pair of fingers up her cum soaked pussy. The shower itself was small, encased by a flimsy sliding glass door, and it rattled on its tracks each time the rabbit bumped it with an elbow or a hip.

It wasn't long before he was hard again and Kayla sighed when the rabbit drew her slightly back, out of the water and positioned her so that she was standing with her back to him. He'd produced a little bottle of hand lotion from somewhere and squirted a generous dollop onto his fingers.

Those fingers went under her tail and Kayla squirmed when she felt something cool and insistent press against the tight pucker of her tail-hole.

"Wait, stop..." She tried to say, but the rabbit only gave her a look and she folded, staring unhappily into the warm shower spray.

The rabbit was mercifully slow in pushing his fingers into her tail-hole, introducing them one after the other. It was a strange sensation, one that made her feel uncomfortable and full, but it didn't hurt very badly and Kayla stayed still, doing her best to relax as the rabbit slicked his member and then lined it up, paws gripping her hips.

It would be over soon, Kayla told herself, then took a deep breath as the rabbit began to push into her. It was perhaps a small blessing that his cock was tapered, for Kayla, who'd been expecting the worst, was surprised by the relative lack of pain that came with her blackmailer sliding in. The worst that came, for he'd taken his time in preparing her for the main event, was a much more intense resurgence of that weird fullness. It made her want to jerk forward, so that she could be away from it, but Kayla gritted her teeth and took deep breaths.

The rabbit groaned, overcome by just how tight her ass was even in comparison to her pussy, and for a long moment he could only mold himself to her back, cock hilted fully into her tail-hole, helpless spurts of pre firing into her scalding depths.

Kayla, for her part, squeezed down as much as she dared. She hated doing anything to enhance her assailant's pleasure, but the sooner he came the sooner it would be over.

"Have you ever done this before?" The rabbit asked, preening over his accomplishment even as he began to thrust into her, further oiling her snug passage with hot beads of slick pre.

Kayla offered a quick, irritable shake of her head and could only imagine the smug look the rabbit gave in response. He accelerated his pace, humping her round, nearly virgin ass, filling her tiny pucker over and over again. His balls slapped wetly against her rear and Kayla could feel them churning again, ready to shoot yet another thick, hot load.

She'd heard all of the stereotypes about rabbits being prolific and difficult to keep up with, but had always dismissed them as something of an exaggeration. Now she wasn't so sure.

If the rabbit kept getting second winds like this, over and over again, it would be a very long night.

From where he was pressed up against her back, one cheek nuzzled into soft tawny fur, the rabbit groaned and gasped, savoring every second of his conquest, cock firmly hilted into an exquisite piece of lioness ass.

It didn't take him much longer to cum and Kayla winced as she felt it, a few boiling spurts of lapine seed filling her rear, marking yet another triumph on the part of her blackmailer.

She didn't quite collapse when he withdrew, a few pearly strings of cum linking them as thick threads of alabaster slid down the insides of her thighs, but Kayla felt alarmingly shaky and had to brace herself against the wall of the shower, shivering with anger as the rabbit cleaned himself off, looking frustratingly content.

After that she was allowed her clean herself off without much interference, though the rabbit did feel the need to lather her breasts and spend enough time cleaning them that the water had begun to run cold by the time the last soap suds disappeared.

Stepping out of the shower, Kayla was relieved to find that her gait remained relatively normal, though there was now a definite ache beginning to radiate out from between her legs, both holes reacting to the rough treatment they'd received. She toweled off and took a deep breath, feeling shivery but largely okay...okay physically, at least. Her mind was a mess and she wasn't sure if she felt like sobbing or punching a wall. Maybe both.

"Okay," she said. "We're done. I'm going home."

The rabbit had returned to the couch and was sipping his drink. The ice had mostly melted but he didn't seem to mind.

"Like that?" He asked, eyes roving across her naked body. Kayla felt an urge to cover herself but stayed still. She didn't want to give the rabbit the satisfaction of seeing her uncomfortable.

One of his feet was pinning her shirt to the floor, Kayla noticed, and she suddenly got a very bad feeling. Her shoulders slumped.

"It's already late..." She began to say, but the rabbit offered a tiny shake of his head and she went silent.

"I meant what I said about you being more responsive. If you want your clothes back, how about we give that a try."

Responsive?

Kayla's eyes flicked lower, and though she already knew what she was about to see, the sight of the rabbit's cock beginning to peek back out of its sheath still made her stomach clench.

"What do you want?" She asked.

The rabbit gestured towards the space in front of him and Kayla reluctantly stepped over. When he drew her onto his lap, straddling him, Kayla couldn't hide a grimace. Slowly, deliberately, the rabbit's paws slid up her hips and around to grip her ass.

"You're gonna ride me," the rabbit said. "And you're not gonna complain when I blow my load in that tight little pussy of yours."

Kayla froze, an ugly surge of dread turning her stomach cold and sour. She could feel the rabbit's cock, almost fully hard now, pressing against the lips of her pussy. It had been bad enough for her to be seeded once, but twice in one night? Again her memory proved fragmented. Had she taken her birth control?

Shit. Should have gotten an implant.

Too late now.

"It's either that, or..." The rabbit trailed off, eyes casting towards the door, and Kayla inhaled, the noise coming as a hiss.

Slowly, she sank down and let herself be spread by the rabbit's cock. Immediately he sighed and she felt his hips jerk under her. His paws rested lightly on her hips and Kayla turned her gaze to the wall above her blackmailer's head. It was impossible to pretend that this was happening to somebody else, but at least she wouldn't have to look at him.

Gritting her teeth, Kayla gathered her legs more firmly under her and began to ride the rabbit, spearing herself with his cock, letting it stretch the tight walls of her hot cunt again and again.

"Good girl," the rabbit breathed. "Are you having fun?"

Humiliation seared her, but Kayla knew what her blackmailer wanted.

"Yes." She said, forcing that word to come out as evenly as possible.

Beneath her, the rabbit's hips jerked again. He clearly wanted to simply pound into her, to blow his load as quickly as possible, but that wasn't the goal at hand. This was a new kind of dominance he was establishing.

"Tell me how it feels." He ordered, riding the edge of a gasp. Kayla could feel beads of pre running down the insides of her thighs, the rabbit's grip on her hips beginning to tighten.

"Good." She mumbled, still rolling her hips, grinding the full length of the rabbit's cock into her wet cunt. The process felt nearly mindless.

Beneath her, the rabbit pressed his face between her breasts and then was stiffening, a little climactic cry rising to his lips. It occurred to Kayla that she could probably slip the rabbit's cock out of her if she moved quickly enough, so the coming torrent would be directed elsewhere...but the potential consequences of disobeying the rabbit lingered in the back of her mind.

So, shame settling over her like a cold blanket, Kayla let her legs relax and sat fully upon the rabbit's throbbing cock as it jerked inside of her, squirting a hot load into her womb.

The rabbit jerked and made tiny thrusts from his place under her, balls jerking over and over as every bit of cum they contained was milked into Kayla's feline snatch. Kayla herself stared at the wall and felt dirty. Used.

When at last the rabbit relaxed, she shuffled off of him and walked stiffly back a few paces, grimacing in disgust at the white streamers of seed rolling down the insides of her thighs. Then she reached down and snatched up her shirt, quietly seething.

The rabbit caught his breath as he watched her, then made a show of checking the time.

"It's getting late," he said. "You should get going, or else you'll miss the next train."

"I need to get cleaned up." Kayla muttered. She felt even worse now, an actual sting expanding between her legs. She wasn't used to this, and her body was letting her know.

"Do you? I think you look pretty good like that," the rabbit said, enjoying the muted growl Kayla made in response. "Anyway, I expect you back here tomorrow evening at six. Wear something nice."

Kayla made herself take a deep breath and went to fetch a cloth from the kitchen. She wiped herself off as best she could with it and then flung it into the sink. This only made the rabbit smirk.

"What if you knocked me up?" She asked hotly, ignoring the tiny surge of dread that came alongside those words.

Again the rabbit didn't seem at all effected.

"I bet you'd like that." He said, and Kayla shoved on her pants before making for the door, angry, distressed and ashamed all at once. Once she was home she'd clean herself up as thoroughly as she possibly could, anything to scrub all traces of her blackmailer away.

Though...what difference would it make when the whole process was due to start again the next evening?

The subway proved to be nearly empty and Kayla found a car where she could be alone. Once she was there, with nobody watching, she began to cry.

Graduation, once so close, suddenly seemed impossibly far away.