Cumbunny

Eliza whimpered, arching her back to present her tits as Gene fired rope after rope of thick cum all over them, splashing hot, thick sperm all over her flushed skin and throbbing nipples.

The spurts reduced to dribbles. Eliza's mouth watered and her eyes dilated as she stared down at her dripping, defiled tits. She wanted badly to reach down and scoop up the foul, tempting nectar, lifting it to her lips and tasting what she craved so badly.

But she couldn't. She had learned that lesson the hard way just last week. In a moment of weakness, she had tasted some of Gene's cum, despite his orders. He hadn't let her taste or feel his cum for three days after that. By the end, Eliza felt truly, pathetically sorry for disobeying.

It had been two weeks since their trip to the sex club, and Eliza had started to worry that Gene's new strategy to break her was going to be remarkably effective.

With a cruel grin plastered on his round, stubbled face, Gene shuffled forward, bringing his oozing cock right up to Eliza's mouth. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from eagerly sucking it into her drooling mouth. She could smell his sperm, practically taste it... With a slow, torturous motion, Gene wiped himself across her cheek, leaving a wet smear of his filthy semen. So close that Eliza could have stuck out her tongue and licked it up.

The cum might as well have been a million miles away.

Gene turned away to retrieve the wet wipes from his desk, and Eliza tried to focus on how good his jizz felt on her skin. The direct touch of her master's cum produced a warm, tingly, euphoric feeling that was quite pleasant: another symptom of her addiction. But as good as the skin contact felt, it was only a pale shadow of the pleasure eating her master's cum gave her; a half-fix that kept her from going crazy, but never truly scratched her itch.

It was all she had been allowed for two weeks. By now, Eliza throbbed with nagging hunger and frustrated lust every hour of every day.

Gene returned with his wet wipes and began the process of wiping away every trace of delicious semen from his Cumbunny's breasts and face. As he slowly cleaned her breasts, teasingly rubbing her stiff nipples a little longer than strictly necessary, the words burst from her lips in a petulant whine. "What do you want, Gene? What can I do?"

Eliza had asked the same thing in the past weeks, of course. Dozens of times by now. Gene gave the same vague, frustrating answer he always did, with a chuckle and a secretive smirk on his flabby lips.

"I'll let you swallow my cum again when you start acting like a real Cumbunny, Lizzie."

...

Eliza swirled her tongue around the smooth shaft in her mouth, taking it a little deeper. God, she wanted cum. She wanted to feel its blood-warm heat. Taste its rank saltiness. Feel it coat her throat as it slid down into her belly.

"Eliza... are you alright?' asked David quizzically, staring at her with furrowed eyebrows.

Shit. Eliza snapped herself out of her funk, taking a bite of her candy bar like a normal person. It seemed to be happening more and more these days; she would just slip into a sexual daydream about Gene and his cum. At least this time her mind hadn't wandered off in the middle of a sentence. She was worried that she was getting a reputation in the HR department for being a little slow.

She and David were lying in bed, supposedly watching television, but in reality going through yet another complex recounting of all the ways David was suffering at work.

Playing the role of sympathetic wife was becoming more and more difficult. In her heightened state of arousal and desperation for Gene, stories about Gene's bullying behavior had gone from mildly intriguing to frighteningly erotic. Gene was just sounded so dominant and strong when he was cruel to David... Hearing how her master had put her poor husband in his place made Eliza so horny now that it was hard to act upset on David's behalf.

"I'm just a little tired," lied Eliza, carefully wrapping up the remainder of the candy bar for later (it wasn't satisfying as she had hoped anyway. Food had lost its appeal lately). "We can keep talking, but let's turn off the lights." Her acting role would hopefully be a little easier in the dark.

David agreed with a hard-bitten sigh, turning off the television and snuggling up behind his wife in a spooning position.

Eliza's hair-trigger libido awoke at the close male physical attention, and her butt wriggled back eagerly into her husband's crotch. She had never stopped hoping that, even if he couldn't satisfy her unholy thirst for Gene's cum, David would at least be able to take the edge off of her sexual desires. But, as usual lately, her husband's crotch was soft and inert. He didn't even seem to notice the attempt at initiation. David had been utterly emasculated by stress.

Like the limp-dicked little beta he was.

The intrusive thought burst fully formed into Eliza's mind, almost like it belonged to someone else. It was scary how resonant the venomous, uncharitable idea felt. Eliza knew that, no matter how frustrating his complaints and impotence were, David wasn't a "beta", whatever that meant. His problems in the bedroom were one hundred percent Gene's fault. Who wouldn't have difficulty performing in bed when they were as burned out and stressed as Gene had made David? But still, the word "beta" was what had leapt immediately to Eliza's mind. Gene's way of thinking seemed to be seeping into her subconscious.

And if Eliza was starting to think more and more like Gene, that was a major issue... because Gene saw her as a vapid bimbo slut good for nothing but taking cock.

David snuggled into her platonically from behind, letting out a deep sigh and continuing his rant. "So Gene told me to run the numbers again. I told him I was fairly sure that we were missing some of the expenditure figures, but he just wouldn't listen. Well of course the results didn't match up with the expected figures, and all of a sudden it's my fault! And he chews me out in front of the entire office. Again," said David dismally.

"Oh noooo," said Eliza, feeling a curious flare of perverse arousal in her gut. Just the image of Gene emasculating her husband in public was getting her disturbingly hot and bothered. And this time it was even worse, because now she knew exactly what Gene's plan was for her husband. He had been bragging about it all this past week.

Gene had described smugly how he was deliberately giving David difficult, time-consuming assignments with vague, contradictory instructions. Over time, David would be painted as more and more incompetent in front of his coworkers and boss. Eliza wasn't sure exactly what the end game was meant to be... to humiliate her husband utterly, painting him as an incompetent loser in front of the co-workers who had once respected him? To get him fired? Both options were horrible... but also darkly intriguing.

"I just feel so defeated," said David miserably. Eliza shifted, biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together. Her husband was so weak... completely unable to fight back against his dominant rival...

"Oh... Oh yeah, baby?" asked Eliza, trying her best to sound sad instead of aroused. "I'm s-sure that it's not as serious as it seems. Why do you think you're losing to him so often lately?"

"It's not that I'm 'losing' to Gene," protested David indignantly, a whining tone creeping into his voice.

Oh God, he really did sound like a beta... Eliza's hand crept stealthily between her thighs, touching lightly at the sweet center of her twisted arousal.

"I just... after he somehow turned things around on me during the investigation, it feels like he is just allowed to do whatever he wants. It's like he has so much influence now that no one can stop him from bullying me. Everyone else in the office is just happy to point and laugh."

"That's sooo terrible, honey," moaned Eliza, her fingers beginning to press and circle slowly on the crotch of her pajama shorts. "It's l-like he's made you his bitch..."

"What?" asked David sharply, his body (but not his dick, notably) going stiff with shock against Eliza's. Eliza's eyes opened wide and her hand jumped off of her sweetly aching pussy, a stab of panic and guilt racing through her. Shit! Had she just said that out loud?

After almost twenty minutes of apologies and a stubborn claim that her comment was a poorly thought-out joke, David finally relaxed. But Eliza could tell that he was still hurt by the demeaning comment she had made in the depths of her sexual desperation.

Eliza lay awake for an hour afterward, until she was certain her husband had finally fallen asleep, now on the other edge of the bed instead of cuddled up to her. Despite her guilt over upsetting and disrespecting her husband, her body still throbbed with tainted lust. Gene's manipulations had turned her into an awful wife. And things were only going to get worse.

She heard her phone buzz loudly, rattling against the wood of her night stand. She closed her eyes and felt her body throb and pulse with lust. It was him. She knew it. No one else texted her this late. A good wife... a loyal wife, would ignore the text, block the number. But that ship had sailed. The only reason she didn't leap on the phone immediately was to make sure that the sound of the text hadn't woken her husband up. She lay with her eyes wide open, listening carefully to David's breathing. It remained slow and even. The coast was clear.

Eliza picked up the phone and opened the messaging app. She deleted her messages exchanged with Gene after every conversation, but it probably wasn't necessary: David's trust for the woman he married was deep and rock solid. If only he knew how much Gene had molded and shaped her at this point...

Gene had sent two things. A short message and a picture. Eliza's pulse thumped and her hand slid down beneath her pajama shorts as she eagerly drank in the communications from her master.

[Thinking about how to reward my Cumbunny when she finally starts making an effort...] read the message...

The photo below it was, objectively speaking, disgusting. It was a photo from above of Gene's hairy, protruding gut, covered in globs and ropes of thick white cum. His cock drooled below, still hard after his obvious masturbation session. Any woman in her right mind would see this obscene photo of an unattractive man who had just jerked off and cum on his own belly and be furious and disgusted it had turned up in her inbox.

But Eliza was no longer in her right mind. She whimpered gently as her probing fingers slid between her hot, needy folds, rubbing her clit in soft, swirling circles. God, all that she wanted in the world was to go to Gene... kneel at his feet and clean every inch his troll-like body with her married tongue. Her mind filled with images of the nasty, humiliating things Gene had forced her to do... Rimming his asshole... eating his cum out of another Cumbunny's pussy... sucking his cock while her husband was in the room... Her finger began to work harder, faster, plunging into her pussy while her another hand slipped beneath her shirt to tease her aching nipples. Her eyes stayed locked on the disgusting photo, her breaths harsh and hot in her throat. She thought of how powerful Gene was, how in control. How he humiliated David publicly every day, while splattering his wife's tits with his cum in private. How Gene'd already had far more experience with her mouth that David ever had. Of how much of an alpha her master was, lording over the pathetic beta that was her husband.

Eliza came hard, her body arching, every muscle straining and seizing desperately, chasing and failing to reach the euphoria of her master's seed. Then she collapsed back to the bed, panting. She quickly deleted the chat and listened carefully for any sign David was awake. Just slow, steady breathing. Her husband must be tired. Her lucky streak continued.

This couldn't go on. She needed to move forward with her plan to break free of Gene's control... But that was a huge part of the problem. Not only did Gene's new prohibition on cum swallowing prevent Eliza from fully satisfying her cravings, it also made it impossible to increase the secret stash of leftover cum she was building.

Careful not to wake her husband, Eliza rose and returned to the living room, pulling out her laptop and opening Kaos. This, at least, was a part of her plan that she could continue to work on. Eliza had been posting on the disturbing server, posing as a man eager to ensnare a Cumbunny of his own. Getting her own sample of the mjolkhare oil Gene had used to addict her was essential to her plan, and she figured that if Gene had managed to get the strange oil by posting on the Kaos server, she should be able to as well.

That turned out to be optimistic. She was only joining a sea of hundreds of men who seemed just as desperate as she was to get their hands on the oil. It was rumored that there were only a handful of people who knew how to make the oil, no one knew who the sellers were exactly, and they only sold small quantities of the oil on a whim to users who took their fancy.

Not exactly encouraging news. But by diving months into the past, Eliza finally found a lead that she thought might be helpful. She searched for posts by "CoachS", one of the "masters" Gene had met up with in the sex club. He was particularly interesting, because he had two Cumbunnies. Eliza was very interested to know whether that meant he had managed to buy more than one dose of mjolkhare oil.

Interestingly, it seemed that he hadn't. It allegedly didn't take much of the strange oil to get someone addicted to your cum, and CoachS had been able to easily ensnare both of his Cumbunnies with the one sample he had purchased.

Eliza's eyes darted over the screen of her laptop as she read while she chewed absently on a thumbnail, face awash in the pale glow of the screen. This was one of Gene's closest friends on the server. Someone he frequently discussed the hobby with. Surely Gene was aware that one sample of mjolkhare oil could create two Cumbunnies.

So he must have more of the oil lying around somewhere. Which meant that Eliza didn't have to buy a sample, she just had to swipe whatever Gene had.

That was Eliza's ticket out of this mess. If she could get a hold of the oil and build up enough cum to serve as a buffer, she could escape and bring the foul oil to a research scientist or something. Surely, with a case-study like herself and a sample of whatever strange substance it turned out to be, someone would be able to help her.

It was a plan with a lot of question marks, but Eliza had already been searching for top research labs that might be able to take her case. There was a lab just a three-hour drive away... Excellular or something, that specialized in experimental gene therapy. She hoped that they would be extremely interested in her case, if only to study how the oil worked. The plan was a longshot, but it was certainly better than nothing.

Sadly, it wouldn't be possible if she couldn't stock up a supply of cum. The cum stockpile would give her a crucial buffer that would allow her to escape Gene and give whatever scientists she found time to cure her. Without it, she would be a drooling, submissive, slutty bunny crawling back to her master for forgiveness within a week. As dangerous as it was, for now she had to play Gene's game.

And that meant "acting like a real Cumbunny". Whatever that meant. Hesitantly, Eliza reached out and returned to the laptop, scrolling up a little and scanning over "CoachS's" posts.

He had made post after smug post about transforming Martha Flynn, a beloved young English teacher at the school he worked at, into Mitsy, a vapid, cock-hungry Cumbunny. The updates had been incredibly popular, with fire emojis clustering thickly beneath them.

Eliza felt her body, already in a constant state of arousal, hearing up further as she read.

[God, you guys, you have no idea how fucking fun this is. Perfect little Ms. Flynn has been a pain in my fucking ass since she started working here. Always with her nose in the air. So proud of her big fucking brain. So I decided that's the direction I'm going with this. I won't stop until she's a happy little bunny with nothing but fluffy pink cotton candy and thoughts about cock between her ears. You should have seen her face when I ordered her to insert the word "like" in every other sentence and misspell at least one word every time she writes on the board. It's a modest start, but mark my words, by the end this bunny is going to fetishize being dumb.]

Eliza's eyes glazed over, and, without consciously intending to, she slipped her hand down the front of her pajama shorts, her slim fingers flexing delicately over her hot, moist pussy once again. She read on as the posts continued over the course of several months. CoachS had forced the reluctant, but increasingly horny and hungry young teacher to dress sluttier and sluttier, act dumber and dumber, and even begin offering sexual favors to her 18-year-old senior students. Until finally, CoachS decided that Mitsy no longer needed her job.

[I decided that since she loved teaching so much, I would let Mitsy do one last group activity with her senior boys. She was a strict test giver before she became my Cumbunny. God how she used to chew out students who scored badly. So, just to see how far she's cum, I had the senior boys give Mitsy one of the tests she used to give freshmen. For every question she got wrong, she had to remove one article of clothing. And after she was naked? Well, I told the boys they should get creative over what penalties she would have to pay at that point. By the time the principal made it to the classroom, she looked like a glazed fucking donut, and... well... let's just say that Mitsy has retired from teaching and taken a position as my full-time live-in slut.]

Eliza shuddered, only partially from horror. Mitsy was one of the role models that Gene had presented to her as a "real Cumbunny". Dressing inappropriately at work. Acting like a dumb, simpering bimbo even when it was horribly embarrassing...

Is that what Gene wanted her to do in order to win the privilege of swallowing his cum again?

Eliza's breaths grew hot and ragged as her hand worked harder, bunching and bulging the front of her soft pajama shorts.

There was no way she could act like Mitsy. Submitting to Gene privately was humiliating enough. Becoming a bimbo slut publicly for his amusement... a sexual laughingstock for the entire office... That was too much. She could never.

Eliza's eager eyes soaked in the sordid tale of the disgraced teacher, soft moans building in her throat.

No way. She would never... never...

...

Eliza had always been a conservative dresser. It was part of the entire "ice queen" persona that meant so much to her. Wrist-length sweaters, professional, comfortable pants, and sensible flats were her usual work attire.

What she saw now as she looked in the mirror wasn't too bad. The sleeveless blouse was perhaps a little daring. The skirt was tight enough to mildly raise a few eyebrows. The heels were higher than women in the office normally wore. But it was all subtle, and executed in a relatively classy matter. If someone came to her with an HR complaint about someone else wearing this same outfit, Eliza was sure she would dismiss the complaint as an overreaction.

But for Eliza, it was a gut-wrenching compromise. A clear and heart-pounding sign that Gene was slowly but inevitably reshaping her.

When she exited the bedroom, she could tell that David picked up on the same insidious nature of the change, even if he didn't know the reason it was happening.

"Look at you," he said from the dining room table, his tone neutral, but his eyes uneasy, "Is there a party after work or something?"