Down the Bunny Hole by Leona D. Reish Read Free Book Online

This book contains graphic sexual content, including the following:
    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.
    Down
the Bunny Hole
    “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