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Episode 5: \u00a0Bunnies in Black<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 4<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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A skinny, mousy-haired man hurried down the corridor. He held his crotch tightly with his hands and clenched his teeth so as not to jolt out a yelp and draw any attention to himself. He was lucky anyway; everyone around the Mansion was too busy\u2026 well, with each other.<\/p>\n

He felt a sharp pain again below his waistline and winced. He was a stupid man without any control over his hormones. Just one wink from a Playmate, and he\u2019d ended up in her bed, making love — if that\u2019s what you could call it. The Playmate had been beautiful, very beautiful indeed. He snickered; he\u2019d never gotten this lucky in his entire life.<\/p>\n

Lucky? Was he calling what had happened there luck? It hadn\u2019t gone well at all. Sure, he was a little self-conscious about his performance in bed, but something told him that wasn\u2019t the reason why the Playmate had started making weird noises and talking in a foreign language. The rest had happened in the blink of an eye; all he\u2019d felt was a sudden pain in his penis. It hadn\u2019t taken him longer than two seconds to get dressed and leave the room in a storm.<\/p>\n

\u201cI gotta get outta here. I gotta get outta here\u2026\u201d he kept repeating under his breath.<\/p>\n

He heard voices coming from the direction he was walking in, making him stop dead in his tracks. \u201cOh my Doc!\u201d he squealed. Looking around, he saw a big sculpture shaped like a giant bunny head. To his luck, he was quick enough to hide behind the bunny head only seconds before two women passed by it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI still can\u2019t believe we agreed to do this,\u201d a redhead spoke angrily to the blonde woman. \u201cIs this what we were hired for? And these outfits, they stink. NOT comfortable at all\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The skinny man wiped the sweat off his forehead; that was a close call. After escaping his hiding place, he headed toward the exit and thought about the potential consequences for getting caught. It would be dreadful, for sure, not being able to serve his master again. Gulping, he came to his senses. Getting caught by the enemy meant not living after all. Even if he survived, his master was a merciless man; he didn\u2019t accept any failure at all. But no, his master was a generous man, too, if one served him right. And he was going to serve him right. Forever.<\/p>\n

He slipped through the front door, smiling as he sucked in a grateful breath of fresh air. \u201cI got out!\u201d he squealed with joy. But still, he had to be extra careful until he was off the property. With that in mind, he decided to avoid the main driveway and forge a path through the tall bushes growing along the fence around the perimeter.<\/p>\n

Just as he stepped through the first bush, a sudden buzz made him squeal with fear. Still holding his crotch, he looked down at his right arm and saw a small red light flashing on his black wristband. Kneeling between the bushes, where no one would notice him, he slid back a hidden panel on the wristband to reveal a tiny screen. He let out a gasp when he saw his master\u2019s face appear.<\/p>\n

\u201cDonnie, what the hell are you still doing over there?!\u201d Dr. Rough\u2019s stern voice projected through the small screen.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, D-Doc\u2026 Doctor Rough,\u201d Donnie stuttered. Oh, how afraid he was now, how afraid he was to disappoint his master.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnswer me!\u201d Dr. Rough growled on the other side. Even through the miniature screen, Donnie noticed the twitching in his master\u2019s eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Doctor, I was\u2026 um, I was visiting my brother, sir. You know\u2026\u201d Donnie spoke slowly, trying to stop his stuttering, which got only worse. \u201cI-I-I\u2026 I, you know\u2026 I w-was\u2026 v-visiting m-m-m-my br-brother\u2026 for\u2026 y-you kn- know\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough!\u201d Dr. Rough growled as his eye twitched even more rapidly than before. Then, all of a sudden, he cracked a smile. \u201cYou know what my next great plan is, right, Donnie?\u201d<\/p>\n

Donnie could only nod excitedly. \u201cYes, master, you were too kind to tell me about-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSilence!\u201d Dr. Rough growled once more before forcing another insincere smile. \u201cAnd you know I need information to pull it off, don\u2019t you?\u201d Seeing Donnie nod, he continued, \u201cWell, do I need to remind you that, out of all the people working for me, I\u2019m counting on you<\/em> to collect that information?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo sir, I\u2026 I\u2026 I am your devoted servant, sir, and believe me, by\u2026 by\u2026 by the end of t-tonight, I\u2026 I\u2026 w-will br-bring you the\u2026 the best information out there,\u201d Donnie said in one breath, trying to control his stutter.<\/p>\n

Annoyed at his minion\u2019s miserable state, Dr. Rough let out a deep sigh. \u201cAlright, Donnie, I trust you on this. And never forget, if you do it right, your devotion to me and my vision will be greatly rewarded.\u201d<\/p>\n

Donnie\u2019s eyes grew with anticipation. \u201cThank you, master. You are so very generous, mast-\u201d Before he could finish, the miniature screen went black and shut off with a beep. Donnie let out his breath, the last syllable of his sentence dying on his lips.<\/p>\n

He remained hidden among the bushes for another minute, processing the brief conversation with his master as his mind raced to plan his next move. Then he straightened up, brushing the leaves and twigs from his body, and scurried along the fenceline like a scared rabbit. His heart pounded as he slipped through the front gate. Dr. Rough was counting on him. He couldn\u2019t let his master down.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the shit just keeps going,\u201d Emerald marveled as she rounded a corner, only to be met by another long corridor.<\/p>\n

The Mansion was the most extravagant place she had ever set her eyes on, a far cry from the streets she\u2019d grown up on. Looking around, she could almost hear the boisterous voice of Robin Leach pointing out its many beautiful features on an episode of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous<\/em>. Everything was so lavish and pristine. And it all must have cost a fortune.<\/p>\n

Under normal circumstances, Emerald would have been excited to explore the place and see what kind of trouble she could cause as she helped herself to the mini bars that seemed to be present in every room in the house. But these were not normal circumstances.<\/p>\n

While the outfit was ridiculous and demeaning, the mission itself was not the problem. Neither were the Mansion\u2019s other occupants. The Bunnies were — no surprise — completely useless and unable to think for themselves. And most of the men in the house were more interested in the slutty babes than anything Emerald was doing, but they didn\u2019t bother her. No, the problem was a certain horny old bastard who seemed to have taken a liking to \u201cthe feisty one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Theoretically, this job should have been a cakewalk, but so far, she\u2019d come up with nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not a single clue that could shed some light on the case. \u201cJack shit!\u201d she grumbled as she searched the dresser in the master suite.<\/p>\n

Rolling her eyes at the black leather bondage accessories in the bottom drawer, she hit a button on her wristwatch. \u201cJay!\u201d she hissed into it. \u201cJay! You know I can appreciate getting kinky every now and then, but I have my limits! That horny old bastard is like a damn bloodhound! He\u2019s everywhere!\u201d She reached into the drawer and held up a large rubber dildo, shaking it at the camera in her watch. \u201cI swear to God, Jay, if you don\u2019t get me out of here, I\u2019m going to bring this back with me and shove it up your-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMs. O\u2019Riley?\u201d A deep, gentle voice questioned nervously, \u201cIs that you?\u201d<\/p>\n

“Bri- er, Officer Littrell!” Emerald was unable to hide the horror in her voice as Brian\u2019s flushed face appeared on her watch.<\/p>\n

Though Brian had no qualms with Emerald and loved the fact that she hated Nick Carter, the genteel man was somewhat scared of HimTak\u2019s little firecracker. \u201cAgent Jay is on the phone with Kevin at the moment,\u201d he explained, regaining his composure. \u201cIs there something I can help you with, darlin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s nothing here except brain-dead blondes, booze, and a shitload of sex toys.\u201d<\/p>\n

Slightly embarrassed — and Emerald did not get embarrassed — she hit another button on her watch, severing communication with the CIA officer. Littrell was such a good ol\u2019 boy, or at least that was the impression he gave, that she doubted he would even know what half the stuff in this drawer was. Hell, even she didn\u2019t know what it all was, and she had slept with rock stars!<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are truly one depraved fuckbag,\u201d she muttered, closing the drawer, the dildo safely inside.<\/p>\n

And not a moment too soon. For as soon as the whispered words left her mouth, she heard the click of the bedroom door opening and jumped. Her body stiffening, she looked around for a place to hide and ducked into the connecting bathroom just as Hugh Hefner strolled into his chamber.<\/p>\n

Emerald silently removed her stilettos, knowing the heels would make too much noise against the bathroom tile. Clutching the shoes in her hand, she tiptoed over to the bathtub, which looked more like an in-ground pool, and stepped down into it.<\/p>\n

A shower curtain surrounded the circular tub, but naturally, it was gauzy and transparent, the liner behind it totally clear. It was hardly worth trying to hide behind, but she carefully pulled it halfway across its bar anyway, hoping it might keep his eyes from looking into the tub should he come in. She sat down on the cool bottom of the tub; then, realizing her head could still be seen above its rim, she took a deep breath and stretched out her body until she was lying flat. It was deeply uncomfortable — the tub was hard and cold, and her skimpy Bunny costume provided no cushion. She tried not to think of what had been done in this tub or what she might be lying in. She hoped to god the Mansion employed good housekeepers.<\/p>\n

She drew in a sudden breath and held it as she heard the door to the bathroom open. Through the gauzy curtain, Hef\u2019s silhouette appeared. Her mind raced as he came toward the tub, trying to think of what she would say when he drew back the curtain and found her lying there.<\/p>\n

But to her relief, his figure stopped before he reached the tub and lowered, she realized, onto the toilet. Oh no,<\/em> she groaned internally, disgusted beyond belief.<\/p>\n

The next ten minutes were among the most uncomfortable she\u2019d ever experienced, and not just because she was lying on stone cold ceramic. She tried to block out the sounds of Hef\u2019s grunting and straining as he rifled through what she assumed to be a magazine, hearing the pages crinkle against his dusty old fingers.<\/p>\n

It was probably one of his own Playboys, she thought with disgust and silently shifted her weight, rolling onto one hip. That damned bunny tail felt like a tennis ball up her ass when she tried to lie flat.<\/p>\n

Finally — thankfully, without the sounds or smells of the bodily function she\u2019d been dreading — she watched Hef rise from his \u201cthrone\u201d and put the magazine down. He did not flush. She let out a breath of relief, assuming he would leave now so that she could find a way to escape.<\/p>\n

But to her horror, he did not head for the door. Instead, he turned, his silhouette growing larger behind the shower curtain.<\/p>\n

Emerald moved quickly. By the time Hef drew back the curtain, she had pulled herself into a very centerfold-like pose. She lay propped up on one elbow, her bare legs curved, toes pointed, ass turned up so that a hint of the bunny tail could be seen. She returned his surprised look with a smoldering one and purred, \u201cI\u2019ve been waiting for you, Hef.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blinking back his surprise, the old man cleared his throat. \u201cSo you have, I see. Most of my ladies don\u2019t dare to come into my private rooms without an invitation.\u201d<\/p>\n

She could tell he wasn\u2019t scolding her, just explaining his astonishment to find her stretched out in his bathtub. She offered her sexiest smile and gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. \u201cI\u2019m not most of your ladies. Haven\u2019t you noticed by now? I\u2019m something special.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have noticed,\u201d he replied, an eerie smile splitting his wrinkled face. \u201cAnd I\u2019m glad you\u2019re here. I was just about to relax in a hot bath. I need to ease some tension. You\u2019d like to join me, wouldn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Emerald could not think of anything she\u2019d less like to do, but she also couldn\u2019t think of an excuse to get away, and it occurred to her that some private time with him could be helpful to the mission. Maybe she could get some information out of him while he was relaxed. And so, steeling herself, she replied, \u201cI\u2019d like nothing more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hef drew the bath, filling the tub with hot, sudsy water and turning on the whirlpool jets so that it bubbled and churned. It looked like heaven to Emerald until the naked, wrinkled, eighty-year-old body pressed itself against her bare breasts, and then it became her own private hell.<\/p>\n

She thought she might vomit as he groped her happily beneath the water, and when she let him kiss her, she thought the vomit might go straight into his mouth. It was only out of loyalty to Himitsu Takana that she fought her gag reflex, hoping her own bile would be all that she had to swallow to protect the mission and her cover.<\/p>\n

When Hef finally let the water drain from the tub and climbed out, thankfully covering himself up with a large towel, Emerald thought the worst was over. But she was wrong. The worst was about to begin.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was nice,\u201d Hef panted, as if she\u2019d just given him a workout in the tub. She imagined his elderly heart was pumping fast; she was hot, after all, and she knew just what to do to turn a man on, even an old man.<\/p>\n

But what to say to get information? That part, she hadn\u2019t figured out yet; Hef seemed to operate by the mantra \u201cA little less conversation, a little more action.\u201d She\u2019d gotten nothing out of him, which made the way she had degraded herself seem pointless. She was anxious to get away and try to forget the whole thing.<\/p>\n

But Hef wasn\u2019t so keen on letting her go. \u201cAnd now, sweetheart, I need your help with something.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wanted to spit \u201cfuck no!\u201d and run, but to her own revulsion, she found herself cooing, \u201cOf course, darling. What do you need help with?\u201d It was so uncharacteristic of her, so phony, that her own voice made her want to gag almost as much as he did.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll show you.\u201d He opened a drawer and pulled out a black leather case, like a shaving kit. Carrying it with him, he beckoned her into the bedroom, and she followed in curiosity. Maybe she was finally about to learn something important, a revelation that could turn the whole mission around.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s in the bag?\u201d she couldn\u2019t resist asking as Hef sat down on the bed in his towel and placed the case on his lap.<\/p>\n

He hesitated for a moment, then handed it to her. \u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mystified, she unzipped the leather pouch, folded back the lid, and wrinkled her nose in dismay as she looked down at its contents: latex bags and plastic tubes and nozzles. Medical equipment, though she wasn\u2019t sure what kind. She looked back up at Hef with the first genuine expression she\u2019d shown him: confusion.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s time for my daily enema, sweetheart,\u201d Hef explained, and just like that, she was back to the struggle of trying to hide her disgust.<\/p>\n

\u201cO-oh,\u201d she choked. \u201cWell, I should go and leave you to your privacy then.\u201d She backed away quickly, but with reflexes quicker than she had expected of him, he reached out his gnarled hand and grabbed her arm, his papery fingers locking around her wrist.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou misunderstand me. My Bunnies always give me my enema. I thought you might be honored to receive the privilege today.\u201d<\/p>\n

Honored? Privilege?<\/em> Emerald had to fight hard to keep the horror off her face. \u201cOh Hef, I really don\u2019t think I can–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCome now\u2026 Cookie, is it? I have given you a palace of luxury in which to stay, and you\u2019ll have a spread in my magazine if you\u2019d like. The least a beautiful young thing like you could do is help an old man. You do care about me, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

No, no, no, and hell no!<\/em> Emerald\u2019s mind screamed, but she had no choice: she had to play along if she wanted any hope of uncovering his secrets. If he was this willing to share something so intimate, so embarrassing, with her, perhaps he would share more.<\/p>\n

Before she knew it, he lay stretched out on his stomach, his drooping, wrinkled ass bared for her to access. She followed his careful instructions to prepare the enema. Red should be fucking doing this,<\/em> she grumbled to herself, but she didn\u2019t complain out loud. She would gain his trust if she did what he asked; she felt reasonably confident about that. Somewhere in this mansion, there was the key to unlocking the mysterious events she had witnessed at HimTak the other night. She just needed Hef to give it to her.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Now, rub some lubricant on the end of the nozzle,\u201d he said, gesturing to a tube of KY Jelly on his nightstand. \u201cDon\u2019t go too light on it either. Then you can insert it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emerald\u2019s stomach, normally quite strong, churned with nausea as she forced herself to do as he asked. He groaned as she placed the tube, and she couldn\u2019t tell if it was from discomfort or pleasure. The latter brought her close to the verge of vomiting; she could feel the stomach acid rising up her throat, but she swallowed it back. If she lost control of herself, she\u2019d blow the whole thing, and she had come way too far to let that happen now.<\/p>\n

As her hand touched his skin, she inadvertently displaced the towel he had removed from his waist and draped over his back like a blanket. When the terrycloth material moved, it exposed something she had not noticed before on his body (not that she had been looking too closely at it; she\u2019d tried to avoid that as much as possible). It looked like a tattoo — a strange symbol on his lower back, below where his waistband would rest, centered over his spine.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a tramp stamp,<\/em> she thought with a smirk, but the tattoo had piqued her curiosity. Though not quite a connoisseur like Jay, she was something of an expert on them, but she had never seen one like this. It was not the usual Chinese or Native American or even a hieroglyph. In fact, she had no idea where a character like this originated from, let alone what it meant.<\/p>\n

And that was not the only strange thing about it. In the very center of the symbol, she could just make out something that was not skin but metal — a very thin metal ring, seemingly embedded in his skin. Was it a piercing? She leaned closer to study it; again, even in all her years of banging rockers, she hadn\u2019t seen anything like it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a cool tattoo,\u201d she finally said, reaching out to trace it with her fingertips. \u201cWho did it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her question was never answered. His reaction was lightning fast. He whipped around and grabbed her wrist again, jerking it away from his body and overturning the IV pole holding his enema bag in the process. She winced as the tube was ripped out of his backside, but he didn\u2019t so much as grimace.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t touch that,\u201d he hissed, with a fury in his eyes. Emerald was stunned. Gone was the suave, horny, yet kindly old man who had probably been quite charming in his younger years. The man who was gripping her arm now actually scared her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she apologized quickly, forgetting about the mission, just anxious to get out of the room now. \u201cI was just wonder-\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes narrowed at her. \u201cYou really aren\u2019t like the others, are you? Why are you here? Who sent you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026 no one! I came for my dream\u2026 I\u2019ve always dreamed of being a Playmate, Hef.\u201d She tried to return her voice to the sexy purr she\u2019d used with him in the bathtub, but it was shaking. \u201cI came here for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

As he surveyed her through those hard, suspicious eyes, she realized he didn\u2019t believe her and knew what she would have to do. She hadn\u2019t wanted to do anything that would compromise the mission, but now, she knew she had to, to save it.<\/p>\n

With her free hand, she reached down the front of her Bunny lingerie and across the silky material of her black bra, custom-tailored for her by Pearl. She found the tiny valve hidden in the center of the bra\u2019s padded cup and released it. She held her breath. A split second later, a hazy blue gas began to rise from her cleavage. She wafted it away from her and watched its progress up Hef\u2019s nostrils.<\/p>\n

He was staring at her more with confusion than rage now. Before he realized what she had done, his eyes glazed over, rolled up into the back of his head, and closed as he fell back into a twisted heap on the bed. Releasing a shuddering breath, she leaped away from him and shook all over like a wet dog, trying to rid herself of every detail of the experience she had just endured. Then she looked back at Hef, making sure he was safely unconscious.<\/p>\n

Sleeping gas. The bra, her secret weapon, had a store of it in its cups, to be used only for dangerous situations like these. The gas didn\u2019t kill its victims; it only rendered them temporarily unconscious for up to twenty-four hours, leaving them dazed when they awoke. Hef would probably shit his bed while he slept and wake up bewildered and smelling worse than he already did, but if she was lucky, he wouldn\u2019t remember what had happened.<\/p>\n

Still, time was short now that she had nearly been discovered. Hef had only inhaled a small puff of gas; he wouldn\u2019t be out long. She and the other girls had to find some answers, and soon. Maybe the strange tattoo on his back was a start. Alarmed by her close call, she didn\u2019t dare stick around to investigate it now, but she carefully rolled the old man over to take a picture of it before she left. Maybe she could get Pearl in his bed next\u2026 to do some further study, of course.<\/p>\n

With that thought in her mind, she fled the room, ducked into the nearest bathroom off the corridor, and finally expelled the contents of her stomach into a golden toilet bowl.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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