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Bells & Dungeons--Chapter 37—Thunder’s Bison Bunnies

As Kristy marries Jefferson, Dorm rooms are switched. The room assigned to the Dean’s niece has a special surprise waiting…

• *Warning! For Mature Audiences. Explicit language and scenes. All events, characters and locations in this story are fictional, in no way meant to mimic or resemble any real person, place, or event.**

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Chapter 37

“Siri!” Dean Johnson pressed the button on his steering wheel to wake up his phone. “Call Liz!” In the Audi behind him, Liz answered the ding on her phone as the eyes of all four passengers responded to the sound and sight of a notification.

Liz answered with the deferential, “Yes, Sir?” Then winced when the Dean barked his command as they pulled up to the university’s gate.

“Park in your allotted spot. Go directly to your Dorm Room. Help Kendra get her mountain of luggage inside. She’ll be rooming with Allyssa and Carla now. Liz, you get in there quick, pack what you need for tonight and class tomorrow. You’re moving in with Nina. Tonight. Olive’s dorm room right next door.”

“But I don’t want to change rooms!” “Slaves don’t decide. Or voice opinion. You do as you’re told.” “Yes, Master.”

“No!” Had been objections from all inside the Audi after first hearing the instructions given to Liz. “Fuck no!” from the floor behind the Subaru’ s passenger’s seat was Nina objecting. All heard through both phones.

Nyles Henders and his brother-in-law Dean Johnson exchanged grins, aware that Liz and Nina were mortal enemies, like fire and ice. They’d either kill each other living in the same dorm room or join forces against their Masters.

Dean Johnson had a surprise waiting and couldn’t wait to see their reactions. “Get your shit boxed up, Liz. Just what you need for tonight.” Another amused grin between the brothers-in-law. Nyles, particularly, couldn’t wait to see his daughter’s reaction to what was waiting.

“You can pack the rest up tomorrow. You have twenty minutes. Nina and I will come for you. All five of you. We just need to run through Nina’s old room to grab what she needs for tonight and tomorrow.”

He aborted his motion to end the call, addressed Nina’s father. “One of us should go to each room, make sure they stay on task.”

“I’ll follow those in the Audi. Leave Nina to you.”

‘Of course you will! Dickless wonder!’ Nyles knew he was a pushover where his daughter was concerned. He always had been. Not because he held a parental affection had he found it difficult to refuse her whims. It came from the prospect of having to endure a tantrum, something he KNEW would come the moment they pulled her out of this car.

Jefferson came out of the bathroom to find Kristie in the white wedding gown they’d purchased in Dallas. “You look exquisite.”

“I feel exquisite.” Another glance in the mirror confirmed it for both of them. She did look the ideal image of a southern bride.

“Before we go… we still have an hour to kill… Thunder sent a video to watch. Call it up for me while I open the champagne. I need one or three before signing my name to a marriage Certificate!”

“It’s bad lu…” “Ah!” Jefferson stopped her before the rest was said. “We make our own luck!”

Once the Champagne was open, he took pictures of Kristy, then set up a photo stick to take a photo of them together. “More photos will be snapped as we walk through the ceremony.”

‘Who?’ She started to ask, then merely shrugged, assumed it would be staff at the Chapel. Hadn’t Las Vegas made quick weddings a business?

Once the video started playing, they watched Dean Johnson walk with Nina to her dorm room. “Why are we watching this?”

“Just watch, Mrs. Jefferson.” With a sigh, she repeated the same comeback she’d thrown back many times in the last few days. “I’m not there yet, Jefferson. And it will then be Mrs. Gunderson! Now stop! It’s bad luck to take it for granted, an event this important, before it happens!”

“That’s why I use Jefferson. My given name. Not my last name. I’m not about to tempt fate over this!”

While Nina was packing up books and laptop, grabbing the cell phone charger and clothes needed for school, not vacation, the video scene switched to the dorm room Kristy had shared with Allyssa, Liz, and Carla.

“Why is Liz packing a moving box?” “Just watch!”

The movie then moved to the Dean and Nina… followed them to another dorm room.

“Why has Olive joined this train?” When Jefferson frowned she surrendered with a sigh. “I know! Just watch!”

The Dean entered the dorm where Kristy had once resided with Liz and the others. Coming out of that old Dorm room was Nyles, Nina’s father. After him came Liz carrying an over-stuffed backpack. Behind her came Carla carrying a stack of books.

Once they were all gathered around, the dean unlocked the door to the room, threw it open, wide, then stepped to one side. “Nina, Liz, Olive… WELCOME to your new HOME!”

At first, it seemed no different than the other rooms over 6 floors and 4 corridors of this building but as the crowd filtered in, gasps burst from all but one mouth, including the two who watched from Las Vegas.

Steps led down through a hole in the floor. Three of the girls knew what was down there, Nina, Kendra, and Olive didn’t, just sensed the wary moods of the three who did know.

Carla’s cousin Jimmy Anderson was at the foot of the stairs ready to help each of them descend and shed their clothes. As revelation of what all this meant, Carla dropped the load of books she carried.

A loud THUD! as the books landed seemed an adequate exclamation point.

Dean Johnson glared at the textbooks. “What subject?” Liz followed his mood. “Algebra. Professor Dickinson. History with…”

“All materials available online!”

The girls shrugged. It was on the syllabus for each class. No option of online work given. Johnson knew the reason. Kickbacks offered by publishers trying to pump blood through a dying industry.

“Liz, Nina, set your possessions down, you can put them away later. One at a time, begin your descent. No one start until the one ahead of you is down and moved away. Jimmy will help each one of you down the stairs, then position you for further instructions.”

Since Allyssa had nothing in her arms, she took the initiative and started her descent backwards, like climbing down a ladder. Jimmy was there, ready to catch her if she slipped or missed a stair. Once Allyssa reached the bottom her turned her around to face him, pulled her mouth close for a long, tongue-twisting kiss.

“My toll fee for ensuring safety first.” Said as he released the grip he had of her hair, shifted then to her waist as he led her to the middle of one cinderblock wall, stood her facing that cold concrete before fastening her collar, waist, wrists and ankles to the wall.

Large rings, one to each side of her chin, hung off the collar, and once locked to the concrete wall with short chain and padlocks, it was impossible to turn her head. No way to see even what happened to either side of her.

It kept her a half foot from the wall, denied all support to hold up a fatigued body. Many minutes later six bunnies stood in a line across two walls. all with their hands cuffed behind them, legs spread with a spreader bar, bodies nude, mouths gagged, their eyes hidden behind blindfolds.

The dungeon was cool but not unpleasant. At least not for men fully clothed. The girls, nude, were left to shiver.

Jimmy had kissed each one as they stepped off the last step of the ladder into the cellar. “Don’t worry,” he assured each one. “I turned the heat bars in the floor on. You will soon be warm.”

The men did not join them right away. It took time chaining each girl to the wall as he had done to Allyssa. Nyles and the Dean stayed above, inside the dorm room.

Liz was the second girl down. Carla third. This particular girl, Jimmy drew into a tight intimate hug. “I missed you, cuz. Haven’t stopped thinking of our night down here… was that just last week? I’ve put in a purchase bid so I can have you all by myself.”

“Really? I’d love that! Can you afford me?”

“Maybe. Thunder’s working with my finances. I’d have to share you with him. I can live with that.”

“Are cousins, by law, allowed to be together?” “Second cousins are. Two are dead set against it. We’re second cousins. That helps. Except for Kentucky… another… Nevada, I think.”

The next girl down was Kendra. He didn’t know her, had just seen her around, but she remembered having him in her astronomy class last semester. Finally, it was Nina down the stairs.

This one made him nervous, had never once given anything but a sneer the times his glance had met hers. It seemed a cruel twist that God would grant men a goddess with a heart so poisoned no man wanted near her.

Tonight, she seemed pre-occupied, only physically present, so when he pulled her in for a kiss, same as all the others, she barely noticed.

‘Like kissing a tree.’ Was his only thought as he led her to the concrete wall just as he had each one of the others. As he chained her, she interrupted thoughts of Erik. ‘If this redheaded creep thinks being nice to me now will save him later, he is in for a bad awakening!’

The last one down the steps was Olive, Thunder’s ugly duckling that Allyssa, Carla, and Liz had been told to find. Olive had dreaded the return in Liz’s Audi, wondered why she couldn’t just return in the same limo in which she arrived.

Nina was a total BITCH, but the others? Not exactly enemies, but neither were they friends. Kendra hung out with Nina. Hard to know how she’d act when Nina wasn’t close but knew she was about to find out.

Her experience with the Thunder bunny ranch had not been the same as any of the others… that initiation on Bunny Island was to come at end of the summer semester, but she WAS a Thunder Bunny, signed contract said she was.

Thunder had promised transforming her, ugly duckling to swan of beauty. If there were true?

She was all for it!

Kristy turned the zoom video off, checked one more time her reflection through the mirror. “We’ll be late to our own wedding if we don’t go now, Jefferson. If Olive is a Bunny now, why wasn’t she branded?”

“Thunder didn’t want her initiated with Nina and Kendra. She spent the weekend at the ranch with Curly and his little Korean girl, who taught her quite a bit of bunny manners and protocol. We’ll watch the rest of this later… IF we decide that’s how to spend our wedding night.”

“It doesn’t get my vote!” Kristy was so vehement it drew a tender smile from her stern groom.

Kristy had feared their wedding would be a cartoonish affair, believed the dress she purchased would be too much for a Vegas wedding. To calm her nerves, she turned to a trivia brain game. ‘Name movies with sequels. Disney’s Apple Dumpling gang. Home Alone. Harry Potter. Crocodile Dundee… why all kid movies? I don’t have kids! I’ll never have kids! I just want to make babies! I think I already am. I won’t keep it. Won’t even see it. Am I upset about that?’

Jefferson set her down on a lounger outside the corridor to the wedding chapel. “Are you OK, Kristy? You’re stiff. Trembling.”

“I’m good. Just excited. A bit daunted.” “It is a bit overwhelming.”

“I’m telling the world I’m going to be with this man forever! Have his babies!”

“We don’t ha…”

“No! Don’t you dare finish that statement! I want that too. Just as you laid it out. Pop them out fast as I can, sprinkle them across the United States. Forever wonder if a child I see might be one of mine.”

She paused as the name of the couple for the service before them was called. One they passed… she ventured a peek inside the Chapel… then returned attention to Jefferson.

“If I’m unhappy about anything, it’s this… not even my brothers broke from the family to be here. I thought two…”

“Jeremy and Josh?”

Kristy looked up. Her lower lip trembling. “How did you…” Jefferson smiled. “Look over there… to the right…”

Two young men walked through the heavy glass doors to the Chapel’s ante room; each had one arm crooked as silent question. ‘Which of us would you like to walk you down the aisle?’

“Uh…” was all that came when she tried to speak so they answered for her. “Why not both of us, Sis? Chaplain OK’d it.”

“THAT’s why you delayed our walk down here!”

Jefferson grinned, then explained. “If we got here early and the wedding docket had a no-show or ran ahead of schedule, we’d move up in the time slots. To get here in time, I had to grant every second I could find. They needed every minute to get here.”

“Do mom and dad know?” “Nope. And we don’t plan to share the details. We’re here to make sure you have family in the wedding photos. I want one photo now. Out here. Against that golden support column. Before you go in.”

Twenty minutes later, Kristy was a smiling bride approaching the altar between two tall blonde-haired men in tuxedos, a direct contrast to her tuxedoed groom, a direct descendent of slaves who once labored on her family’s plantation in Alabama.

“We like him, sis.” Jeremy whispered as they started toward the altar. "We found him online, determined to be with our sister on her special day. You’ve done well, marrying a well-known and respected attorney!”

Jefferson winked, acknowledging he’d heard at least part of what was said. “Yes, True. But that’s NOT why she’s marrying me!”

Three sets of eyes drifted to Jefferson’s crotch. “Oh… I think we can guess!” Comments that produced radiant, blushing bride the last steps as the background tune switched to Elvis Presley’s high baritone.

“Wise men say… Only fools fall in love… but I can’t help… falling in Love… with You.” Jefferson, as he took Kristy’s arm, began to sing with Elvis, the perfect tenor to compliment that famous original… “Take my hand… My whole life too…”

It wasn’t the social wedding her mother planned with Jefferson. It was better. Attended with the two family members she really had been close to.

In the University’s dungeon, Liz and Kendra worked with Olive in a corner where the Dean made sure all that was needed was available. With the two of them spouting instructions and hints fast as a Gatlin gun, Olive had trouble comprehending what was said.

“Vinegar to get the soap out. Your hair is thick…” From Liz. “Cold water does too and faster…” from Kendra.

“Suave body wash.” “Always condition.” “Aveeno Apple Cider Vinegar Shampoo.” “One of these…” Kendra held out a round brush tool with silicone bristles. “Use it to massage your scalp after you’ve built up good soap lather.”

“Use a blow dryer to…” “Never on High, Medium or Low…” “Curling iron can curl… or if… do this… for ringlets… this… for height or volume…”

“Use a flat iron to remove curls or frizzies…” “Scrunchies for ponytails or to put your hair in braids. Never rubber bands.”

“Use Claws, clips… like these… to put your hair up in buns, rolls, or water-falls… kind of like ponytails but not so tight.”

Through it all, Olive watched a man paddle Nina’s ass with something that looked like a two by four board. Then he forced her to suck his cock. “Didn’t I hear her call him ‘Daddy?’”

He seemed to snicker each time a paddle landed on Nina’s bare ass. ‘She’s a bitch to everyone. Even him. If he is her father. GROSS if he is! How could any father do that to his own daughter?’

Kendra appeared to agree. “She’d tease him, Liz. That week I spent with them in Florida? We’d wear bikini’s all day. Nina’s were hardly there. Just a string bikini. He’d get hard every time we got close that week. She deliberately planned our trips through the house to make sure he saw us.”

Same way she had meticulously planned every humiliating thing Nina had ever done to Olive. ‘Why did she have to come here? Out of all the prestigious schools in this country. Why this University?’

Nyles caught Olive’s eye, known that she had watched his interaction with Nina, sometimes with an angry frown, at times, lighter, even slightly approving kind of frown, but always a frown. That aspect never seemed to leave left her young face.

Curious, he decided to approach her, find out the why’s.

Olive knew he kept glancing her direction, assumed it was the girls fussing with her hair that he watched, never once believed it was herself. ‘Which one are you coming for? Go back to Carla. You have a beautiful dick.’

When he bent over her to look her straight on Olive jumped.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” The voice sounded familiar and the face VERY familiar, like someone she saw often. ‘He must be University staff. Professor. Counselor.’

“Were you one of my daughter’s victims?” “Your daughter? You’re down here, watching, participating? And she’s your daughter?”

“Does that bother you?” “To see that BITCH get a little of her own medicine? Not one damn bit. I’m… just… Shocked that you’d condone this treatment against any woman, but especially your daughter.”

“She never treated me like a father. You have pretty eyes. And a delightful mouth.”

Olive stared, taken aback. No one had EVER complimented ANYTHING about her, not her looks, and especially not her personality. Nyles watched a slow crimson tide crawl up her neck and face. Then, a slight stiffening and jerk of her body as she realized who he was.

This conversation with sudden realization as it happened had Kendra and Liz also nervous with him so close. When he smiled at their reaction, it hit Olive why he seemed so familiar.

‘Your Nyles Henders!’ He smiled wide, cemented that fact.

The girls behind her, stopped discussing hair colors and swatches to watch the interaction between their protégée and Nyles Henders.

Olive’s quiet, tentative voice shook as she forced courage enough to ask, “Can you…” Panicked, she stopped. Gulped. Took a deep breath. Closed her eyes to blurt, “Will you tie me up? Just like Nina? Use that paddle to give me my 19 Birthday swats? I’ve dreamed of that my whole life… I’d love it done by Nyles Henders!”

The girls behind her shared raised eyebrows and their own gulps, theirs came from a scene they found hard to believe, even though they’d witnesses it firsthand. Olive Grimwald had always lived up to that name, grim and green, glum all the time.

Olive had no idea of how the girls behind her reacted. Her attention was on Nyles Henders. ‘NYLES HENDERS!’

“Mr. Henders… Master…” At the last second, Olive remembered she’d signed the contract. She was a slave too. Uninitiated as yet, but still a Thunder Bison Bunny slave. She wasn’t supposed to speak his name.

‘So many stupid rules for slaves to obey!’ Aloud, and quickly, before this newfound courage dissipated…

“Will you take my Virginity? All three holes. Tonight. I want to know tonight what it’s like to have a male pisser in my mouth.” She waited a moment for someone to stop her. No one did.

“I want to know what it’s like to have one of those hard pisser-rods up my…” She gulped. Hoped someone would rescue her. No one did. Second Gulp. “Up my asshole. Then…”

‘Might as well go in for broke, Olive. All he can do is tell you no!’

“Then… my virgin vagina. Save IT for last. And I’d like to be tied up, gagged and blindfolded through the first two… blindfold and gag removed when you fuck my vagina so I could kiss you as you rip it away!”

There! The words had come out in a rush, afraid someone would interrupt before all got said, but no one did. All around her just gaped, mouths open.

All but Nyles Henders. It was not that unusual to be asked for sex, even to be the perpetrator of even strange sex practices. He simply smiled; one meant to signal delight as he pulled out his cell phone to text Thunder.

Olive was Thunder’s acquisition. Nyles just a valued customer. A very over-indulged, spoiled guest when he visited Bison-Bunny ranch, but a good man, whether guest or customer, just did not poach another man’s newfound treasure…

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