Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, M/f, maledom, F/f, lesdom, M/f+, harem, playboy bunny outfits, kidnapping, bondage slavery, vibrators, mentions of pony and puppy play, Easter, The Greenwood Family

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Charles Greenwood was a man who knew what he enjoyed. A glass of whisky on the rocks. A nice cigar by his favorite brand, Diamond Crown Maximus. A fine night out with his wife. His daughter’s smile when he gave her a fun present. A good tumble in bed. A close race, whether the racers were cars, horses, or human ponies.

One of his oldest pleasures, ever since he first spotted one in a magazine as a boy, was the playboy bunny girl outfit. From then on there had not been a single day where the sight of a beautiful woman in that classic costume—strapless corset teddy, sheer-to-waist pantyhose, bunny ears and a fluffy tail to match—failed to excite him.

When Charles was introduced to the hidden world of underground bondage slavery it did not take him long to dress his new slaves in one of his favorite outfits. To this day, his personal pleasure slaves were bunnies more often than not. Not all the time, he was fond of other outfits too. And not all of his human property. He had plenty of servants in tight rubber maid uniforms and his very favorite slaves were his ponies. But his bed slaves were frequently bunnies. He kept some at home, confined to his section of the family estate. Others lived at his city apartment, where he lived during the work week. Another two or three were assigned to attend him during travel. It was rare for Charles not to have a bunny plaything nearby, collared and cuffed to his satisfaction.

As one might imagine, the man was very fond of Easter. An entire holiday with a bunny mascot? How could he resist? On Easter Sunday Charles would have all the bunny girls he owned transported to his him prepared for the day. Pastel colored teddy corsets and high heels, firm armbinders to wear through the day, leather cuffs to hobble them at the knees, and special ring-gags with plugs made to look like carrot tops.

Charles would then send them off throughout his home to be found and played with as the day went on. Not just by himself, mind you. Easter was the only time of year when Charles's wife and adult daughter were consistently allowed to play with this otherwise private property.

Samantha loved Easter for that reason. She hated that her parents’ private slaves were off-limits to her for most of the year and relished a chance to get her hands on them. Charles knew that on Easter he could expect to find his daughter harshly punishing his slaves for some months-old slight, either real or imagined.

But Charles’s generosity was not limited to his family. Maid slaves who were well-behaved enough to go ungagged and in minimal bondage could order a captive bunny around. Even Lydia’s pet human puppies might have their chastity devices removed for the day and sent to hunt down a bunny, but only if Lydia allowed it (which she rarely did).

For her part, Lydia did not share her husband’s fondness for bunny girls. But even she could not help but get caught up in his enthusiasm for Easter and would put her all into enjoying the day’s games.

Charles had come up with many games over the years, but his favorites were played every year. For starters, he would pick a bunny or four and have them race down what was usually the pony track. Hopping bunnies instead of galloping ponies was a fun switch. He would also send them to pick up as many eggs as they could using only their breasts and bring them back to him so they could be inserted, vibrating, into a pleasurable spot. At the end of the day he would put safety masks on them to “paint some eggs” by hunting them down with a paintball gun on the estate’s grounds. Samantha enjoyed that one.

But Charles Greenwood’s favorite part of the day was the arrival of his Easter Bunny.

Her outfit would be all white, from head to toe, with bright pastel pink bondage to go with it. This year he decided that bondage would be with ropes. In past years it had been leather, latex, or painted chains.

She would not be one of Charles’s regular bunnies. In fact, he rarely kept one past Easter Sunday. He felt it was more special if he only had her on this one day and would sell her when the holiday was done.

And she would have been kidnapped at most a few days earlier. That was another part of what made her special, the short amount of time between her abduction and the Easter festivities. Every year, Charles retained the services of a highly skilled acquisition firm for his Easter Bunny. Expensive, but with the spotless performance to justify their price. They would prepare a list of targets for him to select. More than once a woman had unknowingly escaped this fate one year only to be selected for the honor at a later date.

Church girls were a favorite for Easter Bunny candidates. Sunday school teachers, choir singers, wives and daughters of pastors, or even a female pastor herself if it could be arranged. But it wasn’t always a church girl. The firm had managed to get their hands on three different brides over the years. One had been a few weeks away from the wedding, another had been on her honeymoon. The last one was snatched straight from her dressing room! Other Easter Bunnies had been professional athletes, dancers, annoying journalists, or even women who had been real Playboy Bunnies themselves.

This year, Charles was informed of his Easter Bunny’s delivery at breakfast.

“Thank you Eleanor,” he said. The estate’s head maid gave him a curtsy and returned to her other duties. She had a lot of them. Eleanor had been the Greenwood’s head maid for years.

Charles stood. “Well then,” he said to his family. “I’m sure I’ll see the two of you later on. I’m sure no one wants to miss painting eggs this year.”

“Of course not Daddy,” Samantha’s voice was amused. She was currently seated on Helen, a brunette bunny that had been Lydia’s last birthday present to her husband. Samantha had wanted a crack at the poor woman who was now struggling to hold still underneath her ever since. Something to do with some insolence when she was purchased.

“Did you get yourself anything special this year?” Lydia never pried into Charles’s Easter Bunnies, and he appreciated that.

“Not especially. I think she may have been in a few articles for some activist cause or other. Her father leads a backwoods congregation in… Georgia, I believe. Though it might have been Alabama.”

She had been forcibly abducted from her own bed the day before. Charles knew that much. He was always informed of the details of the capture soon after it was done. Even now he could picture the poor bunny in his rooms, tightly hogtied and thoroughly gagged. She was a somewhat plump young woman with rich dark hair and shockingly bright blue eyes. Charles wondered if they would be wet with fearful tears or filled with defiant rage.

“Well, be sure to give her a good cropping from me,” said Lydia.

“And me!”

Charles smiled and nodded to his family’s request as he went up to enjoy his favorite part of his favorite holiday.