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I can barely think. When was the last time I felt this good?They aren't abusing me and it almost feels wrong. Like I should be feeling pain or crying. I can feel my body relaxing into the man's lap, my head falling into the crook of his neck. Our sweat makes my hair stick to my face, getting in my eyes and mouth. Who needs a blindfold when you have this much hair? I nuzzle my head against his chin to get it out the way as I can't move my hands. They are wrapped tightly in a binding and pressed against my back. I can hear the subtle moans and whimpers of other girls in the booth. The other men just using them as fidget toys to keep their hands occupied.“You like the feeling of my cock in your ass little girl?” he whispered into my ear, how did i not notice the australian accent before. I shudder at his words. Please don't call me ‘little girl’ again, That just sounds creepy. I nod in response as I'm pressing my head into his neck more.“Mmm~ ah fuck!” I mutter under my panting breath. His veins throbbing and rubbing on my insides, feeling him stretch me out. When did anal feel this good? I've already cum once from him. My panting turns into quiet moans and whimpers. my body sinking deeper into his. I’ve never wanted to feel helpless more than right now. I feel like such a slut, I can barely see through my hair but I don't need to see to feel all the eyes on me. The other men, the Bunnies, even the waitresses with their disinterested expressions. Their gazes fueling that burn in my crotch. I can feel myself making a mess on the floor, my juices almost gushing out of me.A shadow falls over me. Trying to flick the hair out my eyes I'm met with another man towering over me. His large hands wrap around my legs, his round fingers pressing into my supple skin. He pushes them up and exposes more of me to him. his cock resting on my crotch, letting my folds coat his shaft in my fluids. My body twitches every time his cock rubs over my clit. I can feel its weight as it lays on me. Surely they both wont fit.I can't even remember their names. Anderson, was it? He's been melting my brain with his cock for the past 15 minutes. I don't even know if the other guy said his name. I feel his weight shift as my labia is parted. With every inch he inserts my folds are ironed out. This should be hurting. Am I that turned on? I push my face back into Anderson's neck, holding back my moans. Arching my back as the man presses deeper and my chest grows tighter. Breathing becomes harder with the thick smoky air not helping either.Fuck, they are going to break me and i actually want it. My moaning becomes unrestricted.whimpering as they start moving inside me. My body is screaming in lust as it shudders and shivers. My legs, I can't stop them from twitching. I must look like such a slut to others right now, their moans fading as the men they are with move their attention to me. Eagerly watching my expressions and body movements. I keep my head tucked into Anderson's neck to hide my embarrassment. No. don't look away. Their gazes add to the fire inside.They are getting stiffer, their cocks throbbing wildly inside me and swelling up. My head lays back, lazily bobbing on Anderson’s shoulder. Allowing myself to be completely vulnerable to others without care. Nobody hanging anything over me. My guard is completely broken. Their panting and grunting harder, my moans turn to wild gasps and whimpers. Fuck, my legs. They impulsively wrap around the man standing in front of me. They both pause letting out a final grunt. their warmth fills me as my body tenses up. My arms resisting against their bindings and dig in. their shafts continue to pulsate inside me as I feel their cum seeping into me. I can't hold it.“I-Im Cu-CUMMING!” my whole body is tightening up as my orgasm flashes over me. My legs unlock and the man in front of me steps back. The fire in my crotch raging as the pressure builds. My breath pauses, my body pushes over the edge and my mind goes blank. I begin to shower the floor with my juices. Feeling all my energy draining from my body as I twitched in Anderson's lap.I- I haven't squirted like that in years.Anderson pushes me on to the floor as I land in a puddle of my own mess. I feel so dirty, but I don't want it to stop. My body lays slumped against the armchair Anderson is sitting in. my body is still involuntarily twitching and shuddering. Anderson runs his fingers through my hair, controlling my head as it's still limp. I cant move at all, neither do i want to move.“Look at our little brain dead bunny slut, I think we broke her!” Andserson said, still toying with my head lazily in his hands. He moves the hair out my face to examine the blissful, cock drunk expression on my face. I notice a figure who has been staring at me for a while from another booth.The slim shadowy figure stands up from her seat and tugs on a leash. I remember Number Sixty Seven saying something about someone with Dobermans. No, please don't say that's her. A small figure hops down from the bench and begins crawling towards me. It has a long fluffy tail and wolf ears. My vision is fuzzy, I shut my eyes and squint to clear my watery eyes, the figures come into view. A lady with silver coloured hair struts towards me. Her gaze fixed on my exhausted body. She crouches down in front of me. Is this the lady referred to as Boulanger?“My my~ what an exhausted little Jouet we have here.” her tone soft in my ears. I have no idea what she called me but I took French in high school so I can at least tell its that. her finger traces my chin making me look up at her. My lazy gaze now fixated on her. her hand continues up my cheek, adjusting my bunny hair band and straightening the number badge.“Aah, Numéro quatre. You must be new, it is a pleasure to meet you ma Chérie, i am Amilie.” never have i been so attracted to a french accent before.“Y-yes Am- sorry, Madame-” catching my words as I remember Zero told me it is improper to call a patron by their first name. Boulanger places a finger to my lips, I can smell something erotic on them.“Chut, laisse mon animal te remplir de bonheur” her voice is still so soft. Only being able to understand the word animal sets my heart racing. What animal? She tugs on the leash and from behind her crawls one of the other bunnies dressed up with wolf ears and a tail. Wait? Number Forty Two? I watch her crawl towards me. Her face filled with lust as her attention is fixed on Boulanger, waiting for her next commands like an obedient pup. Bloulanger wraps the leash tighter around her hand and guides Number Forty Two between my legs. Forty Two arms either side of me as I lay there, slumped down and exhausted. She's looking up at me with eagerness. How do you still have this much energy near the end of a shift?“Quarante-deux? Lick~” Boulanger said to Number Forty Two. At least I can understand numbers in french.“Yes Miss” Forty Two lowers herself in between my legs and begins to lick at the creamy mess oozing from my sorry body. Her breath is hot against my folds as she eagerly cleans up the puddle. Her panting quickens, she's actually enjoying this? My breathing quickens too. I feel her tongue flick against my clit and I let out a yelp, Forty Two is reigniting that fire in between my legs. My cheeks are burning up as I become more flustered from Forty Two’s presence between my legs.I've Had crushes on other girls but I've never actually done anything with one. My heart is beating out of my chest but it's not from fear for once, surely i'm not nervous, right?Before I know it Forty two latches herself on to my Flower, her nose pressed under my hood and tongue sinking its way deeper with every scoop. I throw my head back as my body convulses from the pleasure. My body is helpless to her as I sit here with my arms tied and body exhausted, But the fire inside me still burning hotter.Anderson gets up from the chair and Boudlanger takes his place, Her legs spread either side of my head. I look up at her with an exhausted expression as I pant and puff. My breath and throat are dry. Boulanger runs her finger across my brow, moving my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ears.“You look exhausted, poor girl. have these men been too rough with you?” Boulanger asks caringly. I nod automatically. “You two deserve a drink” Boulanger picks up a drink off the table next to her. With her other hand still cupping my head, she lifts it up and carefully brings the glass to my lips, letting me drink. It's so sweet and cold, a french martini? Of course it would be. I've had enough Creme de Cassis at home to tell. She pulls the glass away from my lips, letting it pour down my neck and over my breasts. Feeling it trickle further down to Forty Two.“Drink up my pet~” Boulager says to Forty Two. her pace quickens, Forty Two’s tongue wildly licking at my labia and clit as the cocktail trickles down my body. gasping deeply I hold back my moans, fuck shes thirsty. Boulanger pulls on Forty Two’s leash pushing her deeper into my crotch.My thighs begin to twitch, I want to close my legs but Forty Two is in the way. Boulanger curiously watches my expression as my face begins to turn red. My gasps and moans sporadic. The fire inside me now raging as Forty two hangs me on the edge of orgasm. I don't care, I shut my legs around Forty Two’s head holding her in place as she continues to eat me out. These two are turning me on more than any man ever has.I'm pushed over the edge. My limbs shaking from the intense pleasure.The orgasm subsides as Forty Two stays still between my legs. My body now completely limp again as all I can feel is the rapid rising and falling of my chest as I pant, my gaze still fixed on Boulangers face as she still watches me with a curious but pleased expression. gently stroking my head as my breathing calms down.“You might make a good pet too” she says looking seductively into my eyes. one of her hands moves to rubbing my throat, her finger running around underneath my collar, unsticking it from my neck. Potentially marking a place where a new collar may go.I feel Forty Two shift between my legs, too tired to look down at her. I feel her warm tongue licking my breasts. Savouring the taste of the cocktail spilled down them. I can tell by how eager Forty Two is that she's only trying to please Miss Boulanger. Jealous of having to compete with a new pet, huh Forty two? Giggling to myself as I smile up at Boulanger.“Thank you Madame” I say lazily as I begin to fall asleep in her hands, completely forgetting mine are tied behind my back. As my eyes begin to close she gently slaps my cheek.“It is the end of your shift, no? You can't sleep here, Chérie” Boulager says as Forty Two pulls me forward. Boulanger begins unbinding my arms from the restraints.And i thought all the patrons were gonna be pieces of shit who don't care about us. Boulanger seems… different, i wonder what her deal is?Forty Two helps me to my feet and we wrap an arm around each other. My legs are still weak from how much I've been used tonight.“Now you two go get some sleep, Yes? Goodnight, fais de beaux rêves~” Boulanger blowing a kiss from her seat as me and Forty Two wobble our way back to the dorms.Forty Two sets me down on my bed and I immediately flop on to my back. “Thank you Number Forty Two, N’night!” I say with a sleepy tone.“Sleep well, Number Four” she says with a giggle, finding it funny how tired i am.I lazily shuffle myself up the bed till my head reaches the pillow. I'm too tired to take off my uniform, i can always clean myself in the morning. All that plays on my mind is how another girl's touch felt on my body. A blissful smile brightening up my face as I fade into the comfort of my sheets.