The Chair
It was a vast, dark, interior space. The inside of a warehouse, or a hanger, or maybe an enclosed sports arena. In the blackness, it was impossible to tell.
A single beam of light shone down in the darkness, spotlighting the pretty, black-furred bunny and the strange, uncomfortable metal chair she was sitting in. She was naked, save for a thick metal collar with a series of slow-blinking lights. The spotlight highlighted the curves of her body, her naturally strong lapine legs and the plush mounds of her breasts, glowing softly off her silky fur. She was breathing quick, shallow, frightened breaths. Her ears stood straight up, alert for any sound; she kept turning her head, trying to see anything in the darkness around her.
If her situation didn't terrify her, the chair clearly did. It was made of solid steel, all hard angles, with a metal base that was bolted into the concrete floor beneath her. A metal ridge rose through the middle of the seat, creating a platform the size of a quarter upon which rested the tender pink pearl of her clitoris. In front of her, an armature jutted upwards from the base of the chair, holding a contraption that began with a couple of pedals near her feet and ended with a heavy, long-handled hammer raised a meter from its clearly intended target.
The bunny was not bound to the chair by any visible, physical restraints. There were no straps around her arms or legs, nor metal bands or ropes binding her waist. Yet frightened as she was, and as much as she desperately wanted to, she couldn't make herself get out of the chair. She tried, but her body simply wasn't responding to her brain's commands from the neck down. She focused all her will, fought to make herself move as hard as she could, but she best she could do was cause her upper torso wiggle just a little. Enough to make her breasts jiggle, but not even enough to unseat her clitoris from its cold, frightening throne.
A gruff male voice spoke up from out of the darkness somewhere in front of her. "Let's test the obedience collar now, shall we?"
"Who are you?" the bunnygirl asked on the verge of tears. "Why are you doing this to me?" She stared into the blackness, trying to catch a glimpse of the source of those words, but to no avail. Pitifully, she implored, "Please, let me go!"
The man behind the voice ignored her, simply stating, "Kick the right pedal with your right foot as hard as you can."
Before she could say "no", before the bunny could even accept that she'd been told to do such a cruel thing, her right leg pistoned out with all her considerable lower-body strength, her foot kicking the pedal with enough force to cripple anyone on the receiving end. The petal clanged back. Gears turned and levers squealed as all that force was translated into the swing that brought the hammer slamming savagely down on her clit. The bunny's eyes grew wide, filling immediately with tears. Her muzzle trembled for a second before opening in a beautiful howl of pain! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"Good," the voice intoned as her foot dropped away and the hammer flew back up to its original position with a clank. The girl was gasping; her face reflected her pain. "Now kick the left pedal with your left foot. As hard as you can."
Her left foot obeyed with utter disregard for the suffering of the bunny it was attached to! The hammer came down for a second intimate attack on her pearl! The bunny's breath caught, her face contorting as mind soaked in the pain. A soft, strangled sound came from her throat. Then a hesitant, hurt-filled yelp. Then a full-throated scream.
"IIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA â€" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA â€" AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Her scream ended in broken sobs, tears spilling down the bunnygirl's cheeks and running in rivulets down the curvature of her breasts.
"Now both feet together, kicking as hard as you can." As if testing, he didn't specify kicking the pedals. But by whatever evil means the collar had taken control of her body, it did so with her intelligence. She knew what he meant, even if she didn't want to. Even if she was in too much pain to consciously hear him.
Her powerful rabbit legs drove her feet into the pedals with enough force to rock the chair! The mechanism squealed in protest, the hammer crashing down against her clitoris with a resounding KLANG, her most sensitive and intimate nub disappearing completely between hammer and anvil. The bunny went silent, her eyes opened wide, pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
Sounding satisfied, the gruff voice ordered, "Now repeat that pattern â€" right foot, left foot, both feet â€" until I tell you to stop."
His command received with prompt obedience. Before the girl had even caught her breath, her right foot soared out to make violent contact once again with the chair's right foot pedal, slamming it back with the corresponding, catastrophically painful smashing of her pearl. And even as full impact of the pain hit her, her right foot curled back and her left foot shot out...
She couldn't hear his footsteps walking away through her screams, but her tear-filled eyes did catch the rectangle of light that appeared briefly and far away as the man left the building.
--Kkat