#boolger asks

“Really, Bunny?”

You weren’t sure whether you should feel ashamed for even having thought that Laswell would be interested, or embarrassed from the immediate rejection. Nonetheless you wanted to dig a deep hole and crawl down into it to hide. Preferably be covered with dirt so nobody would have to look at you again. The room, though empty, felt overwhelming and gave you nowhere to hide.

“I’m sorry, ma’a—“

“Get on your knees.”

The command almost made you jump; it was smooth, yet left no option for discussion. You felt your body react on instinct, smoothly sliding to your knees in front of her - carefully looking up at the woman, who tipped her head to the side, while watching you.

“Is this something you were told to do?” Her voice was neutral and so was her face, though there seemed to be a bit of scepticism in them.

“I - No ma’am,” you replied genuinely, brows furrowing for a moment over the fact that she would be believe so.

“Why then?”

You bit your lip for a second.

“You’re hot,” wow, such a way with words, you almost wanted to crawl away, “I’ve always found you attractive but I thought…”

“Thought what?”

You hesitated for a moment.

“Th-that you were off limits.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

You swallowed slowly, but were unable to keep a little, smug smile from your face.

“Well, you haven’t told me to fuck off yet, ma’am.”

Laswell let out an agreeable hum.

“I have a wife.”

“Shit,” it slipped from your mouth as you instantly moved to get up, “I’m so, so—“

A hand pressed down on your shoulder, forcing you down again, a small whimper leaving you as you met Laswell’s eyes again; they were darker now, her face harder than before.

“Did I tell you to get up?”

“I - uhm..” —she raised a brow at you and you shook your head— “no, ma’am. You didn’t.”

Her fingers slid beneath the collar of her dress shirt and a moment later she pulled a thin silver chain from beneath it; a ring, simple yet beautiful with a couple of small stones on it. You winced at it, however - proof that she was indeed married. Kate played with the ring for a second, never taking her eyes off you, before tugging it back, hidden from the world again.

”Do you know who was the most enthusiastic about this whole barracks bunny project?” Kate asked, her smile turning amused as she leant over you a little, “constantly asking about all of you Bunnies - in particular you?”

With the way she asked, you figured that it probably wasn’t any of your boys, but somebody else. Then Kate took a step forward, leaning over you a little more, one of her hands moving; she pressed her thumb against your bottom lip and you felt so entranced that you didn’t even think about answering.

”Olivia,” as she told you, you had no idea who the hell Olivia was, until she added, almost casually, “my wife. Quite enamoured with you.”

The sound that left you were both surprised but pleased and Kate’s thumb forced its way in between your lips. You didn’t even hesitate to open your mouth more, so that she could press it against your tongue. Her fingers tasted of salt, but also of champagne. As she pressed down a bit harder, you felt saliva collecting around the thumb.

”Always asking what you’re up to,” she continued casually, as if she was telling you about the weather and not how her wife was apparently thinking about you, “how you’re doing - who you have been doing.”

The sound that left you should have been embarrassed, yet you found yourself letting out an almost needy whine.

”constantly begging for me to ask the boys for pictures or videos,” if you had been wet before, you felt absolutely dripping now, the thong Soap had made you wear to the gala probably fully drenched, “greedy lil’ thing - just like you, yeah?”

A small moan left you as you nodded, spit dripping from your tongue but you didn’t care about it. Kate just let out a pleased hum. Then she pulled out her thumb, nonchalantly licking your spit off.

”You know - we have a deal, Olivia and I,” she slid both her hands into her pockets and you immediately mourned her touch, letting out a small whine, leaning forward a little to lean against her leg, “- if you ever wanted to have sex with me—“

You felt on fire, so on edge from her words that you wanted to moan out loud, uncaring that the gala was going on outside the room you were hiding in.

”- then I would have to film it. Send it to her, so she could enjoy it until I got back again. Fuck her the same way I would fuck you.”

”fuck - fuck, Kate, please, please -“ you began but Kate just casually shushed you and oh, you wanted to cry.

”Do you want that, Bunny? Want me to film it when I fuck your greedy, little pussy?”

“Yes,” you barely let her take another breath, “Please - please, I want it, want Olivia to see it. Anything, Kate, please ma’am.”

One of her hands reached out to pet your head.

”Good,” she replied all coolly, “Now you have a team to be eye candy for.”

Your breathing stopped and you almost wanted to cry, upset at how she could simply turn you away like this.

”Bu-but—“

”Shush. Don’t be so dramatic, Bunny. Get up. Tell your men that you will be sleeping in my hotel room tonight.”

The way she could push your emotions back and forth almost made you feel upset - but you could do nothing but nod happily, getting up from the floor, brushing off any dust from your dress.

”Good girl. See you later.”

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“What do ye mean that I cannae watch?” Soap sounded like a child having been told he couldn’t join a summer vacation, “Ye’re really gonna be so mean tae me, Laswell?”

Kate just shrugged and your toes curled in the high heels you wore.

“You have her all the time, I’m sure you can learn to share,” she mused, “Now you’ll excuse me - I have to socialise.”

You watched her walk away, feeling all flustered - it certainly didn’t help when Price stepped up close behind you, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

”Dirty girl,” he crooned, his low voice rough “Gonna let her fuck you, eh? Cry all pretty for her and her wife?”

”uh-huh,” you managed, barely nodding, trying to ignore the heat from his body behind you, as you kept your voice low so only he could hear you, “Ye-yeah, daddy.”

”mmhm,” his voice sent shivers along your spine and for a moment you almost wanted to beg to bend you over nearest surface and fuck you silly, even with the entire gala watching.

“Good,” he gave your ass a discreet pat, “maybe we can watch the video too.”

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You weren’t sure why you had ever believed that Kate Laswell would be a vanilla leaning woman. She was one of the people who had helped created the “bunny initiative” after all, but for some reason, you still believed that the older woman would fuck you all nice and sweetly.

”Look at the camera,” she told you, voice leaving no place for arguments, “Look at the camera, Bunny.”

You felt like you were drenched in sweat, almost unable to do as you were told. Yet you managed to, blinking for a moment before focusing on the telephone that was nicely propped up on a tripod; Kate sure didn’t do things halfway. You looked at the camera, knowing that Olivia would see this, that the team even might.

Kate had already made you cum several times. Right now your hands were cuffed behind your back, your face pushed into the bed as you were on your knees, lower body raised for her. Ass and pussy on display.

The first time she made you cum, she casually held the phone in her hand, camera pointed towards you as she forced you to lick her pretty shoes and grind against it afterwards. Cooing about how your underwear would be all wet, laughing when you had told her that it already was. Then the phone had been put on the tripod and she had let you eat her out, which had felt like an honor; she had almost just used you, growling out your name, hissing about how she should take you from your team. How she should keep you at home, so that she and Olivia could have you like a little pet.

When she had come, you had greedily lapped up everything, barely willing to pull your head away afterwards, earning you a slap. It had only made you moan even more, happy with bliss.

You had sat in her lap then, dutifully pulled off your dress when she told you to. She had casually just pulled up her dress pants up again, fully dressed while you sat in your flimsy thong and the lace bra.

She had tutted at you, calling you a little whore, easily pulling the thong to the side, running her fingers over your wet cunt. How your pubic hair almost glinted with how wet you were, how your pussy lips were all puffy. Two of her fingers had easily slid into your hole, Kate humming with pleasure, then talking to the camera, as if you weren’t even there - slapping your thigh with her free hand when you wiggled too much. Muttering about how loudly you moaned, how you were such a good barracks bunny for her men, how you were perfect. You had come again then, a scream almost escaping you, hadn’t it been for her other hand slapping over your mouth.

Now, with your upper body pressed down into the bed, looking into the camera lense, you were sure you were in some sort of private heaven - different from when you were with Price, Simon, Gaz or Soap, sure, but a blissful experience nonetheless.

“Say ‘thank you, Olivia’ because she lets me use you,” Kate urged, down to her underwear herself now, while she had stripped you completely of your own - not that it had hidden much, “C’mon, Bunny, thank my wife.”

Though she was also wearing a strap on that made your brain explode for a moment; you were sure it was as big as Simon’s, it was bright purple and with glitter in it. Apparently Olivia’s favourite, she had told you beforehand, when the two of you had discussed limits.

”Thank you, Olivia,” you managed, earning you another finger, Kate easily forcing into your cunt, a wanton moan leaving you, as the wet sounds sped up “fuck - hah, thank you Olivia. Thank you, Mrs. Laswell!”

It made Kate laugh, but it was a pleased laughter, you could hear that - feel it, as she continued to fuck you with three fingers, the other casually caressing your back. As you felt the dildo graze your thigh, you let out a pitiful whine, wagging your ass a little.

”Please - Please, Kate, I can’t take it, please —“

“Mmhm, not Kate, sweetheart.”

You blinked slowly, embarrassment making your toes curl for a second, cunt tightening around her fingers, as she reminded you of the title.

”Ple-please, Mistress,” you were confident that your pussy was dripping around her fingers, even as they were slowing down, sure that it could be seen on the phonescreen, “Please, mistress, I’ll behave, I’ll be good.”

Kate cooed at you, free fingers running down along your spine, “already so good for me, sweet Bunny,” she reminded you, her fingers beginning to thrust into you again, “does it feel good, princess?”

”ye-yeah, fuck - ah - feels so good, mistress,” you mewled, looking directly into the camera as if it was an actual person, “feels so good, Mrs. Laswell.”

Kate let out another amused him at the fact you were talking to Olivia, as if she was actually here, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lower back.

”Why don’t you also tell your daddy, hm?” She was taunting you, her fingers spreading a little and you moaned at the stretch, unable to tighten as you thought about your boys watching this, eyes flickering close for a moment, unable to speak. Then, a second later, her teeth sank into your skin, a pathetic whimper leaving you.

”I’m - it feels so good, Daddy,” you said, almost feeling high, “mistress is makin’ me feel so good.”

Kate let out a pleased sound, pressing a kiss to where she had just bit you. Her fingers squelching as she fucked you a little faster.

”yeah?” She was being so mean, not giving you her strap, but forcing you to continue to talk even though you were losing your mind, “does mommy feel good?”

You almost cried, sniffling as you nodded, voice raw as you said, “Mommy is feeling very - ah - very good.”

”Good girl,” she praised and finally, finally, Kate pulled her fingers out of your cunt. Even though you almost wanted to cry from the lack of pleasure, a small mewl leaving you, Kate didn’t let you wait for long. Just a short moment later the tip of the dildo pressed into you, a shameless, loud moan leaving you.

No, there was nothing vanilla about Kate. She proved that by fucking you hard and mercilessly, making you scream with pleasure only a few moments in; her hands grabbing onto your sides, nails sinking into your fat, grunting with a pleased tone, as she forced the cock deep into you and out again. It was everything you had wanted from her, perhaps even better - and knowing that her wife would watch this? That Olivia Laswell would touch herself as she watched her wife fuck you dumb? It only added onto it.

You came embarrassingly quickly - twitching and crying through the orgasm, begging Kate to stop, to keep on going, to do something even though you weren’t sure what. But Kate made the decision for you, cruelly telling you to just take it, that you had begged for this, that you were made for this.

She gave you no pause, the cock fucking you without stop, forcing you through the overestimulation, into pain and back into pleasure, without you being able to do anything about it.

You were a mess, crying out “mistress”, “please”, “yes - no”, “Kate”, “Olivia”, “daddy” - you were blabbering about everything and nothing, drooling into the pillow, random noises and words escaping you, even if it made no sense. You were high, you were in heaven, you felt nothing but euphoria.

That was until Kate made you cum again - you squirted. The moans that left you were perhaps closer to a raw scream and you didn’t even want to think about the poor guests in the rooms around you. Kate’s fingers on you, slapping your clit, continuing to fuck you as she forced the feeling to continue, soaking the sheets beneath you.

The former orgasm had nothing compared to this and you felt divine, in undescribable bliss, moaning and whining without being aware about it. Finally it became too much and you whimpered out for Kate a couple of times, who finally, slowly pulled out; praises dripping so plentiful from her lips, that it added to your feeling. You felt underwater, but not in a bad way. In a safe way.

As the cuffs were unlocked and Kate helped you turn around on your back, asking how you were, you merely raised your arms towards her, making grabbing motions at her. She chuckled but leant down and eagerly kissed you, caressing every inch of your body that she could reach.

You all but begged her to ride your face - she was hesitant, unsure if you were too tired, but when you threatened to call Olivia or Price, she laughed and agreed.

Your fingers were grabbing onto her thighs as she rode your face, your tongue fucking her cunt as good as you could, nosing and sucking on her clit, enjoying the moans that escaped her. The rougher she got, using your face to grind on, the better you felt. You eagerly drank any kind of pleasure her cunt would give you, almost unwilling to let her go.

The two of you caught your breath for a moment, the woman that had just absolutely used you in the most wonderful way, sitting next to you for a moment. She got up, making you whine and making her shush you. In a few steps she was at the phone, turning it off and removing it from the tripod.

Then she was back, kissing you again, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips. You still felt perfect, in a state you sometimes reached together with the men. Somewhere really good where things felt a bit fuzzy, yet wonderful and clear at the same time. Kate cleaned you up with a couple of wet wipes, giggling as you continued to kiss her whenever you could reach - a whine leaving you as she kissed your inner thighs, before returning to her mission of cleaning you, then herself.

You fell asleep against her chest, fucked out and cuddled close, forgetting the world around you.

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Gaz you also loved from the moment you saw him, following along like you’re a little puppy in love, dodging around everyone to keep close to him.

Price though?? Your ultimate favorite and probably the one who figures out you’re not just a kitty. He is the only one you sleep in the lap on, much to the annoyance of the rest of the team (they’re jealous and price is quite smug about it).