FUZZY BUNNY! . . .

 

 

 

Between my tears and when I could catch my breath, I once again screamed out, ÒFUZZY BUNNY! FUZZY BUNNY! FUZZY BUNNY!Ó He slapped my face hard and replied, ÒJust Shut The Fuck Up Cunt!Ó

 

I told him ÒBut thatÕs my Safe Word! You have to Stop when I say it! You have to Stop Now! Please just let me go! I canÕt take it any more! . . . IÕm Fucking Bleeding you Asshole!Ó

 

He slaps my face a second time even harder! When I screamed out, he quickly slams a large a dirty grease covered rag into my mouth so Deep IÕm trying to not choke to death! The rag tasted of fuel and oil from a car . . . I was ready to vomit!

 

Quickly wrapping duct tape over my mouth and all the way around my head three times. Then doesnÕt tear off the roll, just leaving it to bang against my head with every move! The smells from the bit of the rag sticking out near my nostril was making me dizzy!

 

Then, grabbing a random board nearby, beats my ass hard several times as I try to scream! ÒThanks for reminding me about you being the one bleeding on my good tarp . . . IÕll never be able to use that tarp again for anything worth while!Ó

 

I was trying to figure out what in the Fuck is wrong with this guy?  He was clean cut! In an expensive suit! He held doors for me! He pushed in my chair! Three days ago he was the perfect Gentleman that even my Father would have approved of!

 

Within hours of meeting him, I wanted him so badly I even agreed to playing his suggested ÒKidnapped Girl GameÓ. It was fun at first. The sexual tension of when heÕd touch me and where. Roll playing ÒFake Phone CallsÓ about ÒHaving the girlÓ.

 

As much as I wasnÕt all in, he explained how ÒSafe WordsÓ worked and I had the power to simply stop this ÒGameÓ at any time. He Fucking Lied about a Safe Word and Everything Else!

 

After being bound for several hours, I became just too nervous to play his game anymore and quietly tried to use my safe word, Òfuzzy bunnyÓ. He heard me, came closer and gently held my chin in his hand . . .

 

ÒOh no Baby, please donÕt say that . . .Ó Giving me the deep kiss IÕve been wanting since he first walked into the Restaurant. ÒIÕm sorry, we just started with the fun and have so much more time to play . . .Ó

 

Caressing my thighs so close to my panties, the reason I agreed to play came back into the foreground, helping me to calm down, nervousness wise . . . not sexual tension wise. I was willing to play a little longer if he was going to treat me like this.

 

ÒPlease Baby . . .Ó My god his voice at that moment was so sweet, so soothing, so very sexy . . . ÒPlease Baby . . . itÕs totally up to you . . . whatever you want to do . . . just tell me if you want to keep playing our little kidnapped girl game or if you want me to stop?Ó

 

When his hand moved from my chin, the back of it lightly brushed against my breast which I admit, gave me a spark of pleasure . . . a spark of excitement. I hesitated a little, but responded, ÒYes, please, letÕs keep playing the kidnap game.Ó

 

The Defense Attorney interrupts, ÒAnd thatÕs what you all saw on the video! My Client clearly asked the victim . . . I mean Ms Silvers if she wanted this and she clearly said yes! Hell, she even said the magic word please!Ó

 

ÒSustained! Jury, youÕll ignore that comment! And Counselor, this is your last warning about your tone.Ó I yell back at the AssholeÕs Lawyer, ÒThat was the only part he recorded! You didnÕt see everything else! What about my bruises, my cuts, my burns!Ó

 

Judge jumps back in, ÒMr Standish, you need to get your Client under control right now!Ó I continue to go off, ÒWhat about everything else? You need to know about everything else!Ó

 

My Lawyer tries to calm me down resting his hand on my shoulder as he gives me his best ÒMr RodgersÓ. I slap his hand away, ÒHeÕs turning it all around! TheyÕre ignoring the rest! He fucking tortured me for three god damn days!Ó

 

As IÕm being escorted from the Court Room . . . again, I hear the Judge, ÒThe Jury will ignore all comments not properly asked and answered since the Plaintiff said ÔYesÕ to their kidnap game. This will be a fifteen minute break while everyone gets themselves and their Clients back under controlÓ He bangs his gavel . . .

 

I yell back into the Court Room as the large doors slowly swing closed, ÒYeah! Sure! Perfect! Lets stop right were I said ÔYesÕ! And for the record, IT WAS HIS KIDNAP GAME! NOT MINE!Ó

 

Mr Standish looks calmly at me and says, ÒOk, so that went better than I thought it would . . . have you always been such a spit fire Ms Silvers?Ó I answer, ÒYou have no idea . . . totally no idea.Ó