Chris Evans & His Characters One Shots

Rabbit Trap Part 2

Who the hell did this Hollywood jackass think he was? Why on earth did everyone keep trying to worship the ground he walked on? I didn't have too long to consider those angry thoughts, as I lay on my belly all trussed up. It took a few more minutes of Angela doing knots and then hooking me up to the anchor to be hoisted up...I let myself sink into the blissful feeling of letting control go that came with the shibari. Sure it made my joints ache after a bit or the rope bit into me some, but like a spanking it was a good kind of pain. The photographers paused to rest the lighting and get other gear together then as Angela pulled on the rope to lift me up about three feet....or waist level apparently for Chris Evans. I had swung round slowly as I came off the floor and he had walked up while I was facing away. I was staring right at his zipper and the bulging outline behind it when he stopped my turn with a hand on the rope.

"Hey asshole, what do you think you are," I asked annoyed that he thought he could butt in like this?! It sounded super threatening I am sure coming from a naked woman immobilized with her arms behind her back and bent knees spread wide in firmly bound rope. He kept one hand on the rope tied around my ponytail, it held my head bent back like someone was tugging it and squatted down to look me in the eyes a couple of silent moments before he leaned in to talk softly but confidently in my ear, "I am Chris Evans, Jenn. But that is not the important thing here... I am also the director AND male talent for the rest of your shoot today. I am going to fuck that attitude right out of you in front of god and everyone. You're my trapped little bunny rabbit now..."

He flicked on of my hard nipples as they hung under me, ropes squeezing my tits, and then pulled the gag hanging around my neck up and into my mouth as I gasped in surprise. He looked into my eyes and patted my cheek totally not caring one bit about the gag muffled bratty response I tried to give. He just stood up and spun me slowly so I could get another look at our gathered audience and then just as one of the cameramen gave a thumbs up he smacked my ass so hard it instantly burned. I twitched in the ropes, unable to effectively struggle and he did it again...and again until I moaned through the gag with involuntary pleasure. Not only was I physically unable to do anything, he was taking away my ability to decide when and how I felt pleasure too... This bastard, bloody fucking bastard.

He turned me as he tanned my cheeks red, so I could look right at Lexi who was ones again standing in a corner with her hand down the front of her shorts watching me. Another slap came down on the opposite cheek and he spoke again, I couldn't even turn my head enough to see him. He stood between my spread knees behind me, I could feel his hips touch my inner thighs sometimes.

"I see you have the Bunny ears on but something seems to be missing, Angela hand me that."

I couldn't see what he was pointing at, I couldn't see anything but the camera's and other bunny's watching me get spanked, watching this stranger from off the movie and tv screen turn me into a sopping wet mess. I felt the juices already flowing, the tie up had been relaxing not erotic, but now I was dripping already onto the marble floor...I just knew I was. Something cool, smooth and metallic was sudden pressing against my slit. Was it a dildo? Was he going to fuck me with a dildo? No he wasn't...he rolled it in my sopping mess and got what ever it was slick...then drew it up to press it firmly against my backdoor.

Oh god it was a plug...I felt him slowly drive it in despite my instinctive reaction to clinch. It was not a huge one and it wasn't the first I had taken but never before had it just been thrust in using my own dripping for lube out of nowhere. I had no choice....and it was glorious...why was it so glorious to be filled that way. I arched as best I could in the ropes, twisting and managing to only bring my bear tits up a few seconds before collapsing back down. It was in...

"There, what is a bunny with out a nice fluffy bunny tail...isn't that better little rabbit?"

My ass had time to nearly forget the last spank...but he clapped another back down to remind it that it was his. His hand didn't lift, instead he gripped it tight. I felt him kneel down, and I tried desperately to pull my head down and look down my tits and belly at him but I could only manage to get my bound ponytail yanked by the ropes. A hand unseen came up and rubbed lightly across my flat belly and the crisscross of ropes, it caressed me like one might pet the underbelly of a favorite dog...and then his tongue was sliding across my entrance, it made me jerk in the ropes again from surprise. He licked once, then kissed my inner thighs to each side. His hot breath across my womanhood as he swapped sides.

"Now Jenn, my little rabbit in her snare, you're going to come for me five good times before I let you out of the trap. I arranged this, I saw you and heard your interviews... and decided that you would be mine. Now I am going to claim you...over and over so everyone can know whose pet you really are."

He basically spoke right into my pussy, his beard and mustache scruff grazing my smooth shaved lips.