Down the Bunny Hole

Down
the Bunny Hole

Leona D. Reish

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Copyright 2013 Leona D. Reish

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A
submissive girl and her Master.

Window-pressing
exhibitionism.

Anal
sex.

Sexual
use of nondescript narcotic. (Disclaimer: This is not intended to promote or
glamourize use of otherwise illegal or immoral substances and acts. Always play
safe, sensible and consensual.)

Consensual
drugged/sleep sex.

Use
of full-body latex and bunny mask.

Consensual
encounter with a tentacle creature in a lucid dreamscape.

“Today I’d like you to meet Michelle, one
of the many studious and proud students of our University here. Good Morning,
Ms Andersen I understand you’re currently hard at work on your dissertation.
Tell us, how does it feel to be involved with such a promising field as medical
science?” The sharp clink of Mike’s pen tip hitting the window of his car from
the inside was the only response. Michelle Andersen was across the road,
walking towards the University – slowly.

“Ah, of course. But Ms Andersen, if I may,
you don’t seem to be perfectly comfortable this morning. Do you feel the stress
of your work is getting to be too much? Are you getting enough sleep at night?”
The simple ting of plastic meeting window rattled through the car as Michelle
scuttled around the gate and into the grounds. Bouncing the pen’s nib-clicker
off his chest, Mike threw it aside. Pens belonged to the realm of gremlins and
pixies, so it didn’t matter where you put it – you wouldn’t be able to find it
later anyway.

“Silly girl, you’ll be fine.” Mike’s voice
then seemed a quieter, more sincere tone. You’d almost have thought his words
before were some light-hearted act. The man started the engine of his car and
pulled away. Now, you’re asking yourself why he was interviewing a girl across
the road from his car with a pen. Mike is just funny like that, kind of guy
with dark humour and an easy laugh. Kind of guy Michelle needed in her life and
the sort she’d found her definition of love-hate relationship with.

Michelle was a quiet girl – generally
still is – just into her twenties, around the time where you stop asking and
she stops telling. Pretty thing, in a skittish deer sort of library girl way.
Sort of girl everyone knows but few remember. Brunette with soft green eyes and
a chest to comfortably fill a pair of hands. Now picture her out on the town
with some friends. Friends a little more outgoing that always try to drag her
out of her shell.

She was never one to really want to draw
attention, but neither was Mike. Maybe that was what brought them together;
irony attracting. Michelle never understood why she let it happen, but she did,
and you don’t need to be told that things got out of hand to get back to where
we are now. That was all of two years ago, and now Michelle isn’t quite the
innocent little doe anymore. She blames Mike, and he feigns ignorance to what
she means. Her Sister Beth thinks it’s the best thing that ever happened to her
little Sister.

Mind you, back to the here and now, in
their apartment, Beth’s also straddling Mike’s lap. Smaller than her sister,
same sharp green eyes but lighter blonde hair. She was never as naïve to begin
with. “Hey, you won’t know till you get her to try it, but trust me, I’m a
cop!” Beth wasn’t very good at keeping a straight face when she was joking, but
she was sure about what they were discussing and Mike knew that much.

“Uh-huh, come on, off. Michelle will be
back soon and just because you have a hat and want to cuff people doesn’t make
you an officer.” Mike’s way of pointing things out tended to have as much dry
humour as Beth’s way of creating it. That only provoked her most of the time.
Snickering, she wrapped her arms around his neck to stay.

“Yeah yeah, but I've tried it once or
twice. It's all natural, but you make it in the kitchen and you won't get the
smell off the pans or walls for days.” She pointed out, clearing her throat.
The thought of it seemed to fluster her some. “But ooh, now what would she
think if she comes in with me your lap, huh?!" She’d always been the more
playful one about things, too. Mike being the bigger guy he was just heaved and
lifted her off the couch. Perfect time for the apartment door to slam open in
front of them, right?

Right. And who else but Michelle, looking
like she’d ran the whole way up flights of stairs. The dilated glare in her
eyes didn’t do much for her composure either, but seeing the pair like that,
she straightened slowly and brushed herself off with an unnerving calm before
smiling with an all too sweet tone in her voice. “I trust you’re carrying her
to throw out a window, right, Mikey?”

You'd almost think she meant it, and Mike
let Beth down quick with hands in the air as though actual law enforcement had
stormed the place. Beth snickered and put the hat atop her younger sister’s
glare. Shopping for a Halloween party, she called it. “Out.” Michelle called
it. Something in her voice lacked the steadiness of her glare though. It was
hard for Mike to not smile about it; he knew what was wrong with Michelle.

“Alright, alright. Just remember, Mikey,
don't do it here or you-” Beth was in the middle of making her farewell note
when her little sister – smaller in age, at least – snapped again, “Out!” and
pointed at the door. Mike's soft laugh seemed to dampen and stop the electric
in the air bursting, and he just patted Beth on the back with a quick nod as he
pushed her out.

“I know, go on. You girls can catfight
when you have the costumes for it.” He advised, grinning down at Michelle who'd
softened into a smouldering, disgruntled pout. Beth just laughed down the hall
as she left, Michelle seeing to it that the sound was cut off sharp by slamming
the door.

Now you’d think after that show of a woman
scorned, barely controlled quivering at the hips, that she’d chew him off.
Well, not quite, though she did lunge at him pretty fast and push him back onto
the couch. Before you know it, Mike's face is covered in her lips, his shirt
buttons popping and tearing off. Michelle had used the last of her restraint
waiting to get to be alone with him, now she had nothing left. Between
smothering kisses, Mike tries to push in for words. “So y-mnh-you kept it in,
huh?”

“Y-yes, Master. Biking home it w-wouldn't
stop.” Michelle was a mewling mess now, little ball of putty in Mike’s hands.
All it took was reaching under her skirt to get her to wail and shake a little
when he pressed down on a thick flange of rubber. That morning she'd had some
extra instructions for ‘clothing’ to take with her, and driving her in had
meant she could pick up her bike from the campus to cycle back.

“I bet it wouldn’t, and you want it out
now, huh?” Mike asked in that all too calm and understanding tone. See, after
she'd stopped trying to hit, hate and forget him for a couple months after that
fateful meeting, Michelle realised she loved how unmoving and gently dominant
over her he was. He had a way of making her forget herself and being her rock,
whether she liked it or not.

“Y-yes, Master. I need you.” Michelle was
good at whining into her man, but then he had a habit of making her beg, too.
One she always tried to fight off. Mike just chuckles and rubs at the plug
she’s been carrying around, making her squirm.

“Well alright, but there’s something I
need you to do for me.” The way Mike just lay there, fingering the base of that
black rubber between Michelle’s cheeks had a casual, almost natural and
innocent way about it.

“Please, Master, don’t make me beg,
please...” And therein was one of the problems Michelle has with fighting him,
she wants to submit to him by habit to the point of not even realising it. He
barely has to lift a finger or the tone of his voice to get her on her knees,
these days.

“You’re already begging, Michelle.” Mike
points out dryly, patting her cheek. “And it’s not right now; you’ll get what
you want.” He reassures, and she drinks it up like she hasn’t had a drop of
support all day, nodding and sighing in relief as she lays over him. “I just
need you to handle some stuff in your lab, when you get a private moment.” So
he tells her, and Michelle gets a contorted little look of confusion and
apprehension.

“B-but that’s only for academi-haah!” She
never finishes that sentence since Mike just pulls the plug clean out. Sends a
sharp rip of searing pleasure up her spine, making her ass cheeks jiggle and
rim throb like it’s on fire. He just drops the black plug on the ground.

“Up.” That’s all Mike says, all he has to
say, really, and Michelle is bounding off him just as quick as she’d got on.
She really is a hopeless little thing for him, and he knows it. Taking her
hand, he just leads her through the apartment like a little lost girl till they
reach the sliding glass door that opens onto the balcony. Michelle has the most
lost and hopeful look about her as Mike pushes her back up against the glass, but
he just smiles and kisses the silly girl, lifting her shirt up.

She gives in to him, of course, she wants
it too much to do otherwise, and when her shirt slides up high enough that his
hands move onto her breasts instead, her breath picks up a notch. He pushes up
the black lace cup easy and gets his hands on those soft orbs with such a
tender squeeze that Michelle practically whines for more despite herself. His
lips quiet her, and she squirms against him till they break with a soft smack.

“M-Master, people will see...” She breathes
out, struggling between her desire to get off and shame of doing so somewhere
people in the block across could see out their own windows and balconies. Mike
just smiles and takes her by the shoulder, turning her around to press her
breasts flat against the chill of the glass.

“Then maybe you should be nicer to your
Sister than all that talk of putting her out windows.” Mike teased, knowing as
well as she did it was harmless but gave him an excuse to push her firmly
against the glass so that her breasts flattened and squished out against the
surface, making her wriggle and gasp from how cold the pane felt, forcing down
her nipples. She’d whine and argue if he gave her a chance, but as it happened,
he wouldn’t.

All her grinding and the kissing had
gotten Mike hard for his girl, and it didn’t take much for his familiar hand to
undo the buckle and buttons on his jeans or lift her skirt. Against the glass
as she was, her first warning was the feel of that warm prodding that forced
its way straight inside her already stretched out little ass, making her gasp
raggedly and ride up against the window, smothering her breasts flatter and
wider while Mike just pushes in.

From outside, it must look funny.
Michelle’s chest flat, discoloured pancakes against the glass as she stands
splayed against it like she’s stuck with her man behind her. Mike’s already
working on her skirt, and that comes away easy. He’s got a knack for undressing
her after all this time, and he knows her body pretty well. Doesn’t take much
more to get her panties pulled aside and his hand replacing it. It’s clear
she’s moaning but anyone outside the window would only see the general idea of
their indecent display as he starts moving and grinding her into the open
display of lust.

Sure, Michelle might protest and whine,
but she needs it too much and just melts into her man. Before long she’s
pushing off the glass and bucking on him, almost rubbing herself against the
pane to ride out that feeling of him getting so deep and fully into her. It
goes on like that for some time, the pair of them just pushing back and forth
in clear view of the outside world with Mike’s hand between Michelle’s legs,
three of his fingers buried in her sex.

Going all day with the toy in her really
drove her a little over the edge, so she can’t bring herself to even care or
notice if anyone’s watching. Maybe the shame of being seen is even getting her
off a little. She’s a mess of pleasure and isn’t thinking that hard, just
grinding and sliding down against her man’s thrusts till he stops with one hard
jolt up.

Catches her off guard, though she’s not
paying much attention right then and there, and just like that, one of her legs
have been hoisted in the air. Makes it easier for Mike to finger her harder,
deeper and faster as he whispers dirty nothings into her ear. Michelle just
nods and quakes against the glass, her cheek pressed as flat as her breasts
till she finally peaks and makes a pretty little mess of the window between
Mike’s fingers.

Just as well there’s no one near enough
outside or through the walls to hear her scream in relief. She needed that
pretty badly.

“So you’ll do that for me, sweetheart?” He
sounds distant, like a hazy little dream for her in the afterglow of such a
strong climax. She can feel him inside, feel his warmth filling her so nicely
and she could go again right now, but beyond that she can barely string
thoughts together. She has to blink and look up at him to gather herself, but
she nods acceptingly.

“Good Bunny.” He whispers, so softly and
tenderly, a strange little knowing hint of something in his voice and Michelle
almost buckles at the knees, mewling softly as pleasure rushes through her
again. Mike just chuckles and pats her twitching little mounds as he holds onto
her for support. Much as she might beg and offer to scoot between her Master’s
legs and serve him, that’s all the pleasure she’s getting tonight until she’s
done as she’s told.

Tomorrow comes and he even picks her up by
car at night this time. Just a single vial, for all the trouble, but full with
a potent and viscous looking white substance she’s been dilating at her lab,
keeping the fumes in the draft and making less than proper use of her
equipment. No one will know, and it won’t affect the end results of her academics
unless she starts leaving things behind. Then it’d cause a whole number of
other problems.

Now, Mike knows what it’s for, and he’s
not going to tell her much, no matter how much she pouts or prods at him. He
wants it to be a surprise, so she’ll just have to wait and see. So it stands
that when he calls on her a few hours after dinner, Michelle almost jumps like
a startled cat at it, finally getting to know what she’s in for. She has some
vague ideas about what the chemicals – natural, but an unorthodox mix – are
for, but made no attempt to test it.

“Come on, get undressed and lie down.
You’re going to be out of it a bit, but Beth promises you’ll enjoy it.” Mike
explains by the bed, as much as he sees necessary. Dropping her clothes and
laying naked on the bed with that timidly curious look, Michelle isn’t going to
be seeing much of her man from here on, but it’s something she’s not going to
forget.