Chapter 3 - Easter(Bondage, Eggs)

Maggie sat up, forgetting for a moment where she was. She had been so irritated at her mother when she had left, but now she was just sad. She remembered calling her mother many names before that door closed behind her. They had argued a lot since her father had died a year ago. Her mom and sister fought constantly before Emma had moved out. Now Maggie seemed to be going down the same path – she didn’t like that idea one bit.

She sat for a moment, remembering; Emma had been driving that night when they had gotten into the wreck. Their father, Carl, had been in the passenger seat, and Maggie was in the back. It was a terrible thing, but it wasn’t Emma’s fault. From that day on, Emma lashed out at Laura and their brother had moved away as well. Maggie wouldn’t be like that; she still lived with her mother and tried to calm her, hoping that if she found someone else then maybe she’d be happier. That is a long shot now.

She decided that dwelling on it wasn’t going to help. She got off of the couch and walked out to the kitchen. Vanessa was eating some sort of healthy cereal. “Feeling better?” Vanessa let her stay here when she needed. She had trouble with her parents as well; she had been kicked out when she turned 19, so she understood how Maggie felt.
“Yeah, mind if I stay here for a few days?”
“Sure, make yourself at home. I work at 9, is all.”

Maggie nodded and grabbed some cereal as well. She didn’t like this kind, it always upset her stomach, but Vanessa was always one to eat healthfully. Vanessa wasn’t very talkative, but it was a comfortable silence. She left for work, leaving Maggie to her thoughts. Maggie realized she had forgotten her phone at home, but liked the time to think. It took her the weekend before she decided to return home.

She called her sister and talked for a while. Emma kept asking her how she felt and how she was doing, but she didn’t want to talk about it anymore with her. She was so distant after she had moved away, and Maggie wasn’t in a mood to spell things out for her. Emma told her that she understood and she’d talk when she’s ready. And the distance continues to grow.

The next night she talked to her mother. Laura seemed different, but they both acted like nothing had happened - that was the routine after fighting. They both kept their distance, arguing sporadically. Her mom would disappear for a while sometimes, but Maggie was self sufficient. Things went on that way for a couple of months until Easter came around. They didn’t celebrate as a family anymore, so she had planned to come over to Vanessa’s on Easter Sunday.

They watched television and ate. At about 6:00 Maggie got a text message.
“Maggie, I have your mother, she is safe. Come to 892 Stafford Street in three hours. It is a blue house, knock three times. Bring Vanessa and don’t call the police, this is your only warning.”

There was a picture as well – it showed her mother’s face, crying with a gloved hand around her throat. She gasped and dropped her phone. Vanessa walked over and read the message. They sat for a moment, staring at one another.
“Should we call the police?”
“No! They’re going to hurt her!”
“Well…”
“I know, she’s a bitch, but I don’t want her hurt!”
Vanessa nodded, pausing, “How did they know my name?”
“I don’t know, maybe they’ve been watching us.”

They both looked around nervously. Maggie started crying and Vanessa comforted her. They talked about what to do for a long while. They decided that they shouldn’t call the police yet. They chose to risk it; Vanessa brought her pepper spray and a small knife for protection. They drove to the address and knocked. Her phone chimed: “Go inside, it’s unlocked. Throw your clothes into the fire.”

They entered - there was a fire-pit sitting just inside and around a corner. She showed Vanessa the message. She scoffed, “I’m not about to get naked for this pervert.”
“Please, he’s going to hurt my mom if we don’t!”
“I think this is a stupid risk, we should get out of here and call the police.”
The phone made a noise: “You better do as I say or I’m going to put a knife into her many, many times.”

Maggie handed her the phone, crying, and started to take her clothes off. Vanessa read it, and after some convincing, she did the same. They put their clothes into the fire. They made their way into the next room. There was a latex costume, a piece of paper, and two cartons of eggs on the floor. Another message came.
“Maggie: put the harnesses on Vanessa, instructions are beside them.”
Vanessa looked at the paper and then handed it to Maggie. “I’m not doing this.”
“Please, I’m begging you; I won’t let anything bad happen to you. He probably is just watching us until he gets off and then will let her go.”
“That sounds like wishful thinking.”
“Please?”

Vanessa sighed. She picked up the harnesses and started slipping them on. Maggie directed her, telling her how each piece fit on. Maggie also helped her tighten the straps and adjust them so they didn’t hurt so much. It was a complicated setup and it took a few tries, but eventually they finished. She had latex around each thigh, with a strap that ran down to her feet. She had two odd fitting latex shoes which made her rest on the front of her feet. They were wide and long enough which allowed her to balance in this position. There were also two straps that ran from her thighs up to her neck and a small rod that held her legs apart. This kept her in a crouching position. Her arms were bound behind her with a laced latex sleeve, which left them completely immobile. She also had a latex bra and underwear, the latter had a hole cut in them to expose part of her butt.

The final part of the instructions led Maggie to a small pouch sitting in the corner of the room, which they both had overlooked before. She took out the contents: A headband with bunny ears attached to it, a muzzle with a tiny fake nose and whiskers, and a butt plug with a cotton tail glued to it. Vanessa’s eyes widened. “I am not putting that shit on. I’m done, untie me.” She began struggling and leaned forward, resting on her knees. The bindings held, though, and she didn’t come close to getting loose.

“I’m sorry, I have to.” Maggie sighed and held Vanessa’s cheeks as she put the muzzle on her. Vanessa looked so sad as she watched Maggie, her friend, being manipulated into causing such humiliation. Maggie looked up, nearly crying, “I’m so sorry.”

She put the rabbit ears onto Vanessa and then picked up the egg containers. She set them near Vanessa and opened them. They were all colored and decorated. One box was only half full, with a bottle of lubricant in the empty half of the container. She picked up the bottle and put some on her fingertip. “Vanessa, I have to do this… For my mom.” Vanessa tried to walk, but only succeeded in falling forward onto her knees. With her butt sticking into the air, Maggie reached out and spread her cheeks. She inserted her wet finger through the hole in her garments and into her ass. Vanessa tensed up at first; once she relaxed Maggie put another finger in and held them in place. She poured some lube over an egg and then withdrew her fingers. She brought the egg up to the opening.
“Please, they’re hard boiled and this sicko wants me to do this. I will owe you more than I can ever repay you.”

Vanessa shook her head quickly and mumbled beneath her muzzle, but Maggie ignored her and continued. She pressed the egg against her butthole. It slipped aside twice. On the third try it popped in and Vanessa squealed and wiggled. Maggie poured lube over the rest of the eggs in the half carton. She picked them up one at a time and began inserting them. Some of them slipped to the side a few times before finally going in. Others went in smoothly, as if her ass was gobbling them up. Vanessa writhed and contested each one, trying to break free, but she was completely helpless.

After the fifth one it took some force to push them in. The sixth was difficult, but she managed to shove it in. She was finished with the first carton, now the second one. She lubricated the eggs and rubbed Vanessa’s back. “We’re a third of the way there, only twelve more.” Vanessa didn’t seem to like that; she built up some momentum and clumsily rolled onto her back. Two damp eggs shot out onto the floor in quick succession. Maggie frowned and brought the egg carton closer to Vanessa. Her butt was raised high into the air, giving Maggie a good view.

She picked up the two that had come out and scooted up to her helpless friend. She popped the slippery eggs back in with a fair amount of effort. Using her fingers to push the eggs deeper helped, and then she began inserting the eggs from the new carton. Vanessa squirmed and gave muffled screams with the next three eggs that went in. The fourth and fifth eggs took some force. Maggie pressed them in with her palm and had to hold them in until she had the next egg ready. She got two more in before she had to reach in with her finger and rearrange them. She fit two more and then had to reach in again; space was very limited now.
“Only three more, you can do it!”

Her eyes widened; Vanessa tilted her head back and shook her butt. Her frustration was evident, but Maggie had come this far, she had to finish now. She made sure the last eggs were very moist before she inserted them. Each one causing Vanessa to shake her hips and make muffled noises. She started crying, which Maggie had never seen before. Now she felt much worse than she already had. She became teary eyed as well, but knew that she had to finish this. She pressed the last one in and pressed it deeper with her index finger.

Maggie reached for the butt plug, her finger still holding the eggs in. The plug was a ball with a small neck leading to a flat base where the tail was glued on; the ball was around two inches thick. She set it on the carpet, lubricated it, and then raised it. “This will hurt, but it will hurt more if you fight it. Just let it in!” Vanessa looked horrified, shaking her head slowly - she thrashed and struggled. Maggie countered her and, when she had an opportunity, she withdrew her finger and pressed the plug into place. She hit the mark the first time, perhaps with a little too much force; it went all the way in.

Vanessa wailed behind the muzzle; she rolled, trying to get away from the pain, and somehow managed to roll forward onto Maggie. She straddled her naked friend, pressing the restraining rod between her legs against Maggie’s stomach. The cotton tail on the butt plug tickled her as it rested above her vagina. Each movement tickled her down there, but she couldn’t reach around Vanessa’s open legs. Vanessa’s agony turned to contempt as she noticed her friend laughing at her. She pressed the bar harder and Maggie groaned in pain and then laughed again when she leaned back slightly.

Maggie built up enough strength and pushed Vanessa back. As she balanced herself, Maggie scrambled backwards to free herself. She laid there for a moment. Vanessa started hopping closer. Across the room Maggie’s phone chimed. “Stop, we’re done now!” Maggie cried out. Vanessa stopped and Maggie stood up to retrieve her phone.
“Good girl! Go to the back door and get the collar that’s hanging nearby. There are also some clothes for you. Get dressed and bring your bunny to the park. I’m watching.”

Maggie got the leash and found her ‘clothes,’ which consisted of a latex bra, latex boyshorts, and knee high latex boots. She put them on and practiced walking in the boots for a moment. She slid her phone into the side of her pants and brought the collar back to Vanessa, who was weeping softly. She looked up with sad eyes and then lowered her head again, shaking it disapprovingly. Maggie walked over and fixed the collar around her neck. She tugged the leash to check it.

“He said we’re almost done, we just have to make it to the park. It’s only a block away.”
Vanessa shook her head quickly and knelt forward. Maggie pulled on the leash which tugged at Vanessa’s neck. She pulled again, harder this time, which made her gag and lean a little bit.
“I’m not going to untie you until we’re done! Now follow me, now! My mom might die if you don’t and if that happens then I will leave you here like this!” She walked over and nudged Vanessa’s new tail. She recoiled, leaning back too far, and fell backwards. Maggie saw the plug move out slightly, but thanks to the tight shorts, it still held in place. She walked over and looked down at Vanessa; her eyes were clenched. She opened them and stared back scornfully.
“Come on, will you cooperate? We’ve come this far, you just have to do a little bit more.”

Vanessa’s eyes showed her anger, but she nodded once. Maggie helped her up. She walked to the back door, opening it and checking for passersby. Once she saw it was clear she motioned and Vanessa hopped outside, grumbling. Her discomfort was plain – the eggs must be moving around with each hop. She found a rhythm, though, and she was able to hop in pace with Maggie. Maggie stayed ahead and checked corners, watching for any cars or pedestrians. After about five minutes they arrived at the end of the alley. They had to cross the street to get to the park. Maggie scanned the area and noticed a few kids playing at the other end of the park and a few cars coming down the road.

They sat and waited until the cars passed and it seemed clear. Maggie gave a tug and started walking. Vanessa hopped along as fast as she could. She almost lost her balance a few times, but luckily she didn’t. They made it to the other side as a car pulled around a corner and drove right by them. They tried to hurry, but the motorist saw them and honked twice. There was no cover and the kids at the other end turned to watch them. Maggie and Vanessa made their way to an unlit portion of the park and noticed the three adolescents heading in their direction. Another text message came:
“Remove the plug now. After she gets most of them out you can come back to the house. Your award will be waiting. Don’t mind the spectators.”
The boys ran up, two of them were about 6 or 7 and the oldest one was a teenager.
“What the heck is that?” The rest of them yelled similar questions.
“Th-this… This is the Easter bunny.”

The oldest one kept his distance, but the other two came up and felt the ears and patted Vanessa’s shoulder length hair. One circled behind her and rubbed her tail. The older boy stepped closer without a word. Her touched her hair and then grabbed her butt. Vanessa jerked and then hopped forward. She looked up to Maggie, pleading with her eyes, but Maggie ignored her and walked behind her. The boy in front of her patted her head as he watched her.
“Why is she out here?” The young boy with brown hair asked as he fluffed her tail.
“She has to lay some eggs, want to see?” Vanessa lept forward. Maggie tugged on her leash which stopped her from jumping again. She walked over and, kneeling down, pulled on the plug. It didn’t come out at first, but the second jerk made a popping sound and sent it to lie in the grass. Vanessa hopped again and again, dropping eggs with each jump. Farting and crying, more and more came out. They were surprisingly clean - probably due to her healthy diet.

The kids gasped and she noticed the teenager had a bulge in his pants. The younger kids started grabbing the eggs and the older one just sat, staring. Vanessa hopped a few more times, laying colorful eggs in front of the kids. Maggie knew this was so incredibly wrong, but at least there weren’t other witnesses. Hopefully they were almost done. Once Vanessa was mostly empty she stopped hopping frantically and seemed to relax a little. Maggie counted 12 of the 18 eggs on the ground; the rest would work themselves out eventually. It was time to leave.

“Okay, say goodbye to the Easter Bunny!” The kids smiled and patted her again, snatching up as many eggs as they could carry. The older boy walked over and rubbed her back, trying to hide the fact that he was undoing her bra. He dropped the façade after a moment and made no attempt to hide what he attempted. The bra fell to the ground; her exposed nipples were instantly erect in the cool night. The boy grabbed them and looked at Vanessa’s eyes. Maggie grabbed the piece of latex from the ground, as well as the plug, and nudged the boy back. “Come on, stop that, we have to go now.” Vanessa jumped away quickly. “Go home now, and make sure you wash your hands… and those eggs! Don’t tell your parents!”

They crossed the street again without issue. They made their way back down the alley. Vanessa had to stop twice to lay eggs. Only two remained in her now.
 
“That was fucked up. I don’t know what they’re going to tell their parents. I bet the older one will have a messed up fantasy about rabbits, though.” Maggie looked down at Vanessa, hopping slowly. “I’m so sorry, you must be getting tired. We’re almost back.”

They went inside, and closed the door. Maggie flipped the lights on. She heard Vanessa mumble something; she turned just in time to see a gun pointed at her face. Her mother held it, teary eyed. “I’m sorry, he’s forcing me - put these on.” She handed her a pair of handcuffs.

Maggie was bewildered. She put them on, barely able to speak. “Wh-why?”
She sniffled, “he’s not letting us go yet and he’s been watching us.” Laura undid Vanessa’s bindings. “He wants you too.”

“Let me go to the bathroom.” She rubbed her legs and stretched out slowly. Laura nodded and she walked stiffly to the bathroom.
Laura waited until she returned to continue. “Maggie and I have to do something else, but he wanted me to give this to you.” She handed Vanessa an envelope. “He said he won’t hurt us, and wanted me to stress that you can’t call the police. !f you do as the envelope says then you’ll be free and we will be free shortly after. He has been straightforward; he has treated me well so far.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Look what he did to her!” Maggie pleaded.
“You did this, bitch.” Vanessa snapped back.
“I had to!”
“Stop! I mean, he has some sick fantasies, but he doesn’t really hurt any of us.”
Maggie was confused. “What has he done to you? And wait, has he done something to Emma or Aaron?”
“I don’t want to say, but it’s not anything too bad.”
Maggie sighed and they continued arguing. Vanessa opened the envelope and started reading.
A message came to Laura’s phone. She stopped talking long enough to read it. “We have to go now.”
“Wait, we can’t go out like this.” Maggie motioned to her leather clothes.
“You were already outside like that, we don’t have a choice. And Vanessa is staying to do whatever he wrote. Please, just trust me and we will be fine.”
“Fine.” Maggie looked back to her friend before grabbing her purse and following her mother out the door. She wondered what sort of sick things would happen next.