THE RABBIT TRAP
Nik Havert
The bright-green egg stopped him in his tracks.
Ian had returned from the bakery with the hot cross buns Tina wanted. She thought they’d be a nice gift for the guy who lived alone two houses down and always took pride in clearing everyone’s sidewalks with his snowblower each winter. She asked Ian to get the buns while she dug a card out of her basket of spare cards for every holiday and occasion.
He returned to find a lone, lime-green Easter egg in a simple white basket on the front steps of the house. He looked around the neighborhood. None of the local kids were out. There wasn’t even any traffic. There was a note behind the egg.
Hope you can find the rest I left for you. E. Bunny.
It was Tina’s handwriting.
He looked around again and saw another egg, this one dark blue, atop a shrub to the right of the front steps. He debated eating one of the two eggs he’d found, but it was unseasonably warm and he didn’t know how long they’d sat outside. He put the blue egg in the basket and saw an egg drizzled with red coloring on the ground near the corner of the house. The next one was tucked under the hose guard on the west side of the house. The fourth was next to a paving stone on the walkway that led to the patio and garage. The fifth was atop a small pile of dead leaves to the right of the walkway. The sixth rested in the middle of the walkway, but something else was with it.
It was a pink ball gag sealed in a Ziploc bag. It was from Tina’s beside table and he had no idea why it was in a Ziploc bag nor why she’d left it along the walkway next to another lime-green Easter egg. He put it and the egg in the basket and now looked around for her.
He spotted egg number seven instead. It was on the patio table and nestled atop a condom still in its wrapper. He knew by now that this Easter egg hunt was leading to him getting laid, so he actively searched for the next egg. It was under the tarp that covered their gas grill all winter. The canary-yellow egg was rubber banded to a small bottle of lube he also recognized from Tina’s beside table.
The ninth egg was near another paving stone and accompanied by a double-A battery. Egg number ten, hidden on a windowsill, also had a battery with it. The eleventh egg leaned against the side door to the garage. It was in another Ziploc bag with Tina’s blue vibrator. The garage door was ajar. He pushed it open.
He nearly dropped the basket—and his hot cross buns.
Tina had lashed a chain over one of the exposed roof beams in the garage. She’d clipped it together with a D-ring and slipped a pair of handcuffs through that. She stood topless under the chain with her arms over her head, wrists secured in the cuffs, and wearing a pair of white lace panties adorned with a cottontail. Her headband was topped with fluffy costume rabbit ears. Her feet were in bunny slippers he’d never seen before and spread wide to two concrete blocks. She’d wrapped each block in another chain, D-ring, and handcuffs combination. The twelfth egg and a handcuff key were between her feet.
She looked back at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, mister, you’ve got to let me out of this trap. I’m the Easter Bunny!”
Ian blinked a couple times, got over the initial shock and set down the box of buns on a nearby shelf.
“You are?”
“Yes, and you’ve got to let me loose. I have a lot more eggs to deliver. You know, it’s really mean of you to set a trap like this for rabbits like me.”
“Well, I’ve caught you nonetheless,” Ian said as he put the Easter basket between her feet. “Do I get three wishes?”
“Those are leprechauns. I’m the Easter Bunny. You have to let me go.”
“Really?” He pressed against her back. He saw her arms twitch. “Maybe I should keep you here. Rabbit is rather tasty.”
She looked back at him with feigned fear. “You’re going to eat me?”
He yanked her panties down to her knees. He knelt behind her and pulled her back by the hips. His tongue slipped into her and she let out one of her long groans that always turned him on. She was so wet from the anticipation of her little game that he wasn’t sure he’d need the lube. He tickled her clit while he licked her top to bottom. He playfully bit her ass and then gave it a quick spank. She screamed and then tried to look back at him.
“You’re so mean. How can you do this to me? Don’t you know who I am?”
He stood up and put the ball gag in her mouth. “Yes. You’re the rather talkative Easter Bunny who’s been caught in my garage. As far as I can tell, you’re mine now and I can do what I like with you.”
She shook her head. He could see sweat beading on her throat and he reached around to give her nipples a hard pinch. She jerked her ass back against him and rubbed his cock through his jeans. He tugged her hair, making her grunt in satisfaction.
“This is about what I want, not what you want. If you want me to let you go, then you’ll have to convince me that I shouldn’t just keep you here.”
He got undressed while she attempted to turn her head to see where he was. He rolled the condom onto his cock and then doused it with the lube. He put the batteries in her vibrator and twisted the dial. The sound snapped her to attention as he gently dragged it over her waiting cunt. She tried to grind on it, but he moved it away before she could get it deeper inside her pussy. When he drizzled lube over her ass, she started another long moan through the ball gag.
He pressed against her from behind so his cock could slide up and down between her oiled cheeks. He drew a line down her spine with the vibrator. “I guess since I don’t get three wishes I’ll take something else.”
He slipped into her ass without much trouble. The angle was a bit awkward at first, but she’d made the chain above her head long enough that she could bend over a bit. He almost pulled out right away. She was hotter than she’d been in weeks. He took a deep breath and pushed farther until his belly rubbed against her slick bottom. He put the vibrator on her clit. It was one of her favorite things—him balls deep in her ass with her clit buzzing and unable to stop it.
She went rigid as she came. He rocked back until just the head of his cock was in her. She bit down on the ball gag and yelled a high-pitched wail as she soaked his balls with come. She snapped out of her trance and he plunged back up her ass as her hips went wild. He slapped against her and did just what he said he would—he took her ass. He took it until he felt like someone was tickling his balls with a sparkler. He pulled out, tore off the condom, and gave her the finish she always wanted. He coated her ass with his come. He sprayed her with four thick streams but knew he wasn’t done.
He slipped his sore cock into her wet cunt and worked the vibrator up her ass while they both still had energy. He fucked her ass with the vibrator and let her work over his cock as much as she wanted. She kept screaming and he was thankful she’d remembered the ball gag because otherwise he was certain the neighbors would’ve called the cops by now.
He caught a glimpse of her eyes and saw they had rolled upward; her eyelids were fluttering faster than a butterfly’s wings. He pulled out the vibrator and dropped it into the basket between her feet. He removed the gag, leaving her mouth a gasping, drooling mess. Her hips slowly calmed and his aching cock slipped from her.
He uncuffed her and then grabbed a stool from near his workbench. She almost collapsed onto it and had to lean against his chest to keep from falling to the floor.
“Happy Easter,” she said.
“You too,” he said. “And I hadn’t even given you your present yet.”
“That wasn’t it?”
“I figured that was mine. Yours is in the house.”
She perked up. “What is it?”
He grinned. “You might not want it now.”
“I’ll probably want it more. What is it?”
He grinned wider. “A vibrating egg.”
She grinned even wider.