It’s a dreary Saturday evening, the rain lashes against the windows of your room. You went out, had a few beers with your mates, had a chat with some ladies.. All in all a normal night, a lonely night, none seemed to want to come home with you today. As you lay back on your bed, the beer buzz still evident, you realize you got a package in the mail earlier. Eagerly you rip the wrapping open, well aware what’s inside. As you slide the brown paper off, a scantily dressed lady winks teasingly at you, her heaving bosom ready to pop out of her outfit. In red letters it reads ‘Dominia’. You decide to pop the movie into your DVD player and you lay back, ready to enjoy the show. After the introduction and general warnings about legal age and whatnot, the flick finally begins. Dominia In a barely lit hallway, footsteps echo through the space; the high pitched click-clacks of high heels on marble tile. The dim light of one of the scarce sconces reveal the lady wearing the highly enticing footwear: A rabbit femme, dressed in a maids outfit, skimpy to say the least. Her long, slender legs embraced by elegant stockings, trimmed with black lace and ribbon with bow. Foot paws encased in the glossy black stiletto heels. The bunnies hips and plump rear are barely covered by the simple black skirt and white apron she’s wearing. Black garter and silky panties peek from underneath the garment. Her full breasts are pushed up by a matching bra, causing the voluptuous bosom to nearly tumble from the off-the-shoulder top she’s clad in. Amila, is indeed the manor’s maid. Curious in nature, she’s not always concentrating on her chores. Tonight, her curiosity was ablaze, her employer had brought home a ‘date’ of sorts. Idly the rabbit finished up dusting the various vases and statues lining the walls of the long corridor. The employer was a wealthy, though eccentric woman. At first glance she was a haughty, snobbish swan, clad in only the finest couture. Once you got to know her dominant and sometimes violent nature, the fancy cover-up didn’t mean much anymore. She had struck her staff across the face before, and Amila was convinced it turned the woman on. The rabbit just finished her dusting as she caught bits of a conversation in a tone that struck her as odd. Usually the lady of the manor sounded stern, not at all friendly, or even loving. Yet now, Amila caught cooing and hushed whispering like lovers would. Slowly the nosy femme sneaks toward the door that separated her from the pair. She places herself on her knees on the cold marble, her gaze focused through the keyhole of the door. There she is, Ms. Adele, curled up on her outrageously large bed with her visitor. The lady dressed in a long Chinese style gown, printed with various flowers. The silk hugging every curve of the swan’s lush body, detailing every little inch of her body. Amila could clearly see that the woman’s nipples were rock hard. The rabbit licks her lips slowly, both hands resting on the door. Her breathing slowly grows heavier at the sight of the two. The male is a palomino stud, and a fine one at it, his body is sleek and toned to perfection. His hands cup the swans breasts as her pushes his pelvis against the femme. Her neck caressed from behind, with his gorgeous lips brushing ever so slightly over the swans porcelain plumage. She turns and catches his lips with her beak, rubbing it tenderly against his nose and lips. The stud sits up straight and pulls the much smaller swan into his embrace and with no effort at all he slips the gown off the femme’s upper body. His tongue swirls around the pert nipples of her luscious breasts. Her feathered hands push the horse’s face even closer to her chest as she tosses her long neck back, grunting lowly. The man seems very experienced, understanding every little meaningless grunt and groan. Following the unspoken instructions, he licks her stomach, all the way down to her forbidden flesh. He lays her down on the bed, slipping the dress off fully now, leaving the bird bare to his and Amila’s eyes. Without a second thought the palomino sits on his knees, head tucked between the lady’s thighs. With eager licks he makes the avian shiver in delight, making her writhe in desperation for more. A gentle nip at her folds causes a loud giggle, catching Amila off guard. The rabbit sat on her knees, eyes closed, simply listening to the lovemaking. Her thin fingers dance around over her swollen labia and reddened clit. The sudden giggle shakes her up and she squeals in surprise. The horse gets up calmly and opens the door, finding a little bunny femme with her hand down her skirt. He laughs heartily and beckons the naked swan. “Is this your maid? She seems to be doing things that doesn’t seem part of her job..” Adele roars, furious that her pleasuring has ceased so suddenly. She slips quickly into a housecoat and stomps toward the lithe femme. “What the HELL are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Adele’s fury echoes through the building. The stud wraps his arm around the hot headed avian and hushes her with a finger to her lips. “Calm down, sweetpea, I think the little bun just got a bit distracted. Perhaps we should.. teach her a lesson?” with a wink he seals the pact. Amila’s eyes grow wide in fear, she knew her employer’s wrath all too well. It could NOT be anything good. Before the rabbit can make any sort of complaint, she’s picked up by the tall horse and carried into the room. Without delays he uncovers a Saint Andrew’s cross, previously covered with a cloth. The male, Thom, as the swan calls him, straps the stunned lapin to the cross. Adele simply watches from the bed, a grin growing on her face. “Oh, Thom, you are so delightfully ingenious.” He opens a drawer in what looks like a dresser, right next to the cross. The padded drawer harbors things far, far from simple clothes. The rabbit spots paddles, whips and items she has never seen in her life. Amila cries out in fear, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have peeped like that. Please, don’t kill me.. Ple..” Thom laughs amusedly at the little thing and sticks a ballgag into her mouth, fastening it behind her head. “Oh silly rabbit, we’re not going to kill you.. I think.” He winks at Adele, who is seated on the edge of the bed, rolling her eyes. With those words her rips her top and skirt open, leaving her hanging in only her silk lingerie and stockings. The lapin is fully immobilized and silenced, her eyes wide and teary, she had never expected this to happen. The stud walks to the moody swan and sits down with her, pulling her into his lap. “You grumpy thing, cheer up. You don’t honestly think I’ll leave you unsatisfied? Oh heavens no, hon. I’ll make it up to you good.” From between his teeth he hisses at Adele, “And bun can watch.” The lady lays down on her bed, arms next to her head, sighing, glad the commotion is over. Thom peels the housecoat off her delicate frame, showering the femme in tender kisses to make up from the minutes wasted tying up the little rabbit. His lips grow passionate, as they travel down her snowy feathers, finally finding their destination at her swollen mount. He licks his lips, then leans down once more to kiss her labia deeply, his long tongue slipping into her vagina. Loud suckling and slurping can be heard as her enjoys the swan’s fruits, the sounds echo in Amila’s head, winning over her intense fear. The rabbit’s black panties stain with her own juices, the sight.. the sounds.. it’s all too much. She whimpers underneath the gag, lust could be such sweet agony. The femme drops her head in despair, there’s nothing she can do, she will just have to wait and see and hope for the best. Her body throbs, hungry for some of what the swan’s having. Adele does not notice the whimpering maid on the cross, her mind is clouded with joy, lots and lots of joy. The stud swirls his strong tongue around her bright red nub, two fingers exploring the lady’s entrance. He watches the woman’s face with great interest, using her face as a guide to find her favorite spots. His fingers pump slowly into her moist flesh, convinced he found his target. The swan squeals in delight as he hits the spot, panting and whining for more. She pulls her legs up to her chest, allowing the horse for much better access. With slow but fierce motion he thrusts into her, the rest of his hand banging against the outside of her cavity. With every push she grunts louder, her fingers dug into the sheets. Thom grins widely, his fingers are getting covered in her sticky cum, his sign that she’s about done. And the male is right. The swan cries out, “Harder! HAAARDER!” and he obeys without a problem, ramming him fist against her flesh, battering it. The femme doesn’t care, the pain feels good when you’re this far gone. Thom slips a third finger in, bashing it all into the avian. One last cry is heard from Adele, followed by waves of her cum washing over Thom’s hand and her thighs. *POOF* Just as things get good, the power fails. You hadn’t noticed that the rain outside turned into a full blown thunderstorm. After some cussing you decide not to bother, and finishing jerking off until the power comes back on. Perhaps you will be able to catch the rest of the movie later. [Yes, I’m evil. If you’re all good, I promise to finish the ‘movie’]