Don't Say No
#1 of Short Smut Series: Don't Say No
Just a short multi-series erotic story about what happens when you say "no" to a psychopath. More to come.
Don't Say No - Part 1
Heather was still half hanging from the rope holding her paws tightly together and half standing on her toes to keep the rope from hurting her little paws when the big bear returned. Grunting, he chewed the last part of a bone of some unlucky feral and flicked it across the cave to hit a rock some distance away with a resonating thud. The golden bunny looked down, her long soft ears dropping a little as she knew far too well what was going to happen. It was a ritual every day after hunting time. The bear stepped up to her, his big, thick form towering over her, despite her considerate height. His bearcock was almost fully erect, he started groping her big, soft breasts over and over, making lewd grunting noises as his cock grew to its full size immediately. She whined but simply looked down, a tear forming in each of her eyes. The bear moved his hands from her large pert breasts down her curvy sides and straight down to her rump where they once again starting grapping her flesh harshly, the claws digging in, but not to puncture her delicate skin.
Her big, upturned rump pleased him a lot. It was always like that; ass and tits took all his attention. He then brutally spread her legs and pushed his cock into her very sparsely wet pussy, completely ignoring her silent moan of pain is he quickly slid all the way into her sore insides. He did not wait for her to accommodate to his girth but began thrusting his powerful hips right away, drawing more painful moans from the young bunny. As usual, it did not take more than a few seconds before he lowly let out a long grunt and ceased his rhythmic pushing of her butt towards his thick-furred balls. Her insides were filled with his hot cum, leaving her wet despite her complete and obvious lack of desire.
Soon he pulled out, undid her ropes but held on to her strictly, pushed her to her knees. Heather was too ashamed, too completely disgraced to care a lot, but still wondered what he wanted now. Soon she remembered what she had tried to deny. This was his new trend, his new sick idea that would get him off even more the next time he raped her: the big bear took his flattening cock in his big hand and slapped the now silently crying bunny in the head, gesturing her to open up. Too scared for her life to try and object, she slowly opened her muzzle and was rewarded by the still big cock being showed deep into it.
"Now, be a good little drinking girl and down it all" sounded his brutish voice. The thought of what was going to happen filled her with the want to bite off his horrible, musky, unwashed member, but she knew that would be very unwise as he would rip her head off before she was halfway through with her not too sharp bunny teeth. To assure her compliance, he fetched a pair of pliers from behind some rocks; too far away for Heather to reach with her hind paws when she was bound, she had tried several times when he was gone hunting, but without success. He casually fiddled with her cum-soaked folds and finally found her clitoris, as indicated her gasp of discomfort. While the bunny was whimpering around the flaccid bearcock in her muzzle, the dominant ursine placed her clitoris between the teeth of the pliers, holding it in a dangerous grip; not enough to hurt but enough to cause great distress and efficient means of negotiation.
"Drink, my little flower" he said calmly, she despised him calling her that. "Or you will leave me with no choice but to squish that little, but oh so important nub of yours". Heather was shaking, but still controlled herself when the hot bearpiss was suddenly flowing powerfully into her muzzle to the sound of her captor's joyful "hmmm"s. He had kept himself for a while for her sake, she knew. The taste of the piss mixed with cum and a small hint of bunnycunt was all over her taste buds. She did not feel like she had to vomit, but she felt very disgusted none the less. She gulped and gulped, fearing for the sensitive spot between her soft, elegant legs if she did not perform well enough.
Finally, the stream ceased. The bear kept his cock in her mouth, and dropped the pliers to the ground after having released the slight tension of the pliers' teeth. Heather was despite her bad situation relived when big hands went to her E-cups again, fondling them very thoroughly and paying attention to her big nipples, giving them a hard squeeze simultaneously, making her emit a cock-muffled yip. Her heart sank a little as she could actually feel the veins in his cock begin to pulse again. Apparently, having big jugs in his paws made his cock hard like nothing else. He kept on squeezing her breasts hard, roaring with playful delight. "Suck the rest out" he commanded, and she obeyed at once, the taste of piss briefly hitting her tongue again, even though it had never really left it in the first place. After more than five minutes he was finally done with playing with her assets, leaving the big, pained breasts to hang; the nipples red, hard, and swollen.
He took his semi-erect cock out of her piss-drenched muzzle and dragged her to her feet by her ears, making her whimper loudly while he chuckled wickedly. He quickly made sure she was bound again and then gave her a good look from tip to toe. A satisfied grin spread across his muzzle.
" Good cunt, I'll let you keep it for now." He simply said. She knew what he was talking about. This sick fuck had a big fetish regarding taking her clit hostage. He then slapped her across the muzzle three times, left right, left, making her cheeks red and making the poor bunny cry out loud, her hope as close to leaving her as it gets. The big bear ignored her crying and casually went to the back of the cave as if nothing special had happened; fondling his nuts a little as he went, leaving the cum-dripping, urine-sated bunny girl alone for now.