Cumbunny Pt 05

Eliza clicked Gene's office door shut behind her with her heart heavy and the taste of Carl's cum still clinging to her tongue. Her body pulsed with filthy, unnatural hunger, just like it usually did these days.

Being forced by Gene to suck off her boss had been humiliating and sexually thrilling, but it hadn't been satisfying. Eliza still hadn't been allowed to taste her master's cum today, but Gene had promised his Cumbunny that she was about to get something even better and more intense than swallowing his semen. Eliza shivered at that thought with a combination of horror and desire. But by this point, the horror felt faint, and the desire seemed to overshadow it almost completely.

All she had to do was convince her husband to go home without her, minutes after slamming a door in his face to spend time alone with Gene. It was an impossible task, but she had no choice but to obey. The terrible hunger inside Eliza trumped both logic and love. She somehow had to make it happen.

Eliza could see with a quick glance toward his door that David wasn't currently in his office, which left only a few places he could be. Unless, of course, he had already headed home without her... No, that would be too lucky. Eliza scanned the office. He wasn't by the water cooler. Or the copier.

As she looked, she drew furtive glances and smirks from men and disgusted glares from women around the office floor, and was freshly reminded of her inappropriate attire. She was currently wearing a tiny midriff-baring parody of a button-up blouse that was sheer enough to show her lacy push-up bra and a skirt so tiny that it barely covered her panties. Her fingers unconsciously tugged her skirt downward as her face flamed with embarrassment. She had been so humiliated by the blowjob she had almost forgotten about the other degradations Gene had forced on her today.

If he wasn't out on the floor somewhere and he wasn't in his office, there was only one place that David could be. Eliza hurried to the breakroom, where she managed to catch David just as he exited the bathroom, his face red and his eyes watery.

Eliza was taken aback for a moment. Shit. Her husband had been crying in the bathroom. Well, she supposed it made sense. Watching his wife dress like a slut in front of all his friends and colleagues couldn't have been easy, not to mention the fact that she had just silently rejected him in front of his worst enemy.

And David had always been a bit... weak, hadn't he? It was hard not to compare the defeated, sniveling man in front of her to her dominant master. Gene had just smugly ordered Eliza to come home with him, confident he would be obeyed, and here was her beta husband, crying over the fact he couldn't control her.

It was a twisted way of thinking that Eliza knew was caused by Gene's insidious influence, but it was hard to keep those sorts of thoughts from popping into her head lately.

"Eliza," breathed David, his eyes going wide. Then he seemed to take in her slutty outfit again, and his mouth hardened into a grim line. "Finished with your meeting?"

"I... I'm sorry," said Eliza, lamely. There really wasn't anything she could say to make this better. David was right to be upset. She had betrayed their relationship in every way but one... and she was planning to betray him in that final way this very evening.

"I don't fucking get it. You dress up like... like this," He said with a twist of his lip, gesturing up and down her body. "Even though I ask you not to. Then you don't even say a word to me? Close the door in my fucking face? Is this how you treat your husband?"

Eliza looked anywhere but David's eyes. "I... I'm sorry, honey," she said softly. "I can't explain. Not right now. But you have to trust me. Please."

"Trust you?" said David incredulously. "Like you trust me? You apparently can't even trust me enough to say one word of explanation for this fucking outfit, so forgive me if I find it hard to trust you back. Go on. Explain it to me. Why was it so important to show your tits and ass to everyone we work with today? Why did you have to ignore me and hurry to a meeting with my worst fucking enemy?"

Seeing the pained reluctance on her face, David let out a heavy sigh, and for a second, his anger seemed to drain away. "It's just," he said unhappily, his eyes blazing with sincerity, "I'm worried about you Eliza... This is so unlike you. It's like you're having a mental break or something. Just say the word, and I can help you. No matter what it is."

For a second, Eliza hovered on the edge of telling him everything. Confessing the horrible situation that Gene had put her in and how low she had fallen. Then another man breezed into the break room, obviously scanning Eliza's displayed body as he passed and letting out a soft wolf-whistle, openly and obviously disrespecting both husband and wife with no hesitation.

No. She couldn't. David wouldn't understand. All he would be able to see was the fact she had sucked Gene's cock... that she planned to fuck him. Probably the only reason he didn't suspect that she was involved with Gene already was how repulsive Gene would normally be to an attractive young woman like her. If David knew the truth, it would break him even worse than he was right now.

"I can't," whispered Eliza, knowing that the two words would just make her husband angry again.

David made a sound halfway between a growl and a sigh. "Fine. Well, there goes the precious trust you want between us..." he shook his head roughly, as if trying to shake away the feeling of oncoming tears. "After we get home tonight, I'm packing a bag. I'm going to go stay with Kim for a while. Get a little distance and try to calm down. I love you, Eliza, but... I don't know this version of you. I don't get it. And you won't help me understand."

Eliza's heart hurt. What she wouldn't give to hug David and tell him that she would never dress this way or make him feel disrespected again. But she couldn't promise that. If she knew Gene, this was just the tip of the iceberg. She didn't want to lose David. After she found some way to defeat Gene's evil grasp, she needed to be able to fall right back into her husband's loving arms.

And that's what made it so awful to say what she had to say next.

"Actually," she said in a rush, as if she could somehow just rip off the bandaid without pain, "I won't need a ride home today."

David looked stunned. "Why not, Eliza?" he asked numbly.

"I...I..." stuttered Eliza miserably.

David just bitterly shook his head. "Well, when you decide that I'm worthy of trust, you know where to find me. See you."

"I love you, David," said Eliza as he left the breakroom, headed toward the front doors. She wasn't sure if he heard her or not.

For a moment, she wallowed in her pain. But then, like it always did, her insidious hunger came roaring back. That little talk had ended almost as badly as it could have, short of ending their marriage on the spot, but she had gotten through the horrible conversation with David. He was on his way home alone, and would even be out of the house for the evening.

Leaving her free to receive the hot, sticky load she had been craving all week.

...

"Oh, so hubby threw a big hissy fit, huh?" said Gene with a nasty chuckle as they sped down the highway in his beat-up car. "Fucking pussy. Don't worry, I know little Davey inside and out. There's no way he has big enough balls to actually leave you. Just put some thought into an excuse and he'll swallow it, hook, line, and sinker."

Gene's broad, sweaty hand was currently rubbing up and down Eliza's thighs distractingly, running rough and coarse over her smooth skin, teasing closer and closer to her overheated pussy. It was hard to think clearly when her master was teasing her like this, but Eliza had to admit that Gene was probably right. David would probably come back to her if she could think up even a semi-plausible excuse. Not because David was a pussy of course, but because he loved her and wanted to trust her.

"But enough about that loser," growled Gene, "I want you thinking about a real man right now." His fingers suddenly slid upward, probing between Eliza's thighs. She whimpered at the intense sensation as her long, shapely legs spread open on their own. She felt the sweet fire of hungry submission blazing in her veins, making her heart pound loudly in her ears and raising goosebumps all over her skin. After being hungry and sexually unsatisfied for so long, her resistance was at a low ebb, and she welcomed Gene's fingers.

His thick digits pressed and rubbed with dominant insistence, tugging her panties aside roughly to access the pussy that he considered his property. Eliza gripped the car seat, white-knuckled, biting her glossy lower lip hard as she surrendered to the sensation of her master's arrogant exploration. His blunt fingers impatiently parted her tender lower lips, feeling the slick heat of her pussy... circling her clit and pressing deeper into the warm wet hole that was preparing itself for her master, no matter how much her conscious mind wanted to resist.

She lost herself so thoroughly to the pleasure that she was surprised when the car lurched to a halt in front of a dull, boxy apartment complex.

"Come on," said Gene brusquely, wiping his slimy fingers off casually on Eliza's skirt, "We're here. And we need to move fast; I don't want my neighbors complaining that I'm bringing a hooker around again." Again? Eliza was about to get indignant, but she swallowed her words with a blush. Was it really unusual for someone to mistake her for a prostitute in her current slutty clothing?

She was worse than a prostitute. The only payment she received for her submissive sexual service was cum. She took Gene's advice and scurried after him through the dingy apartment building, hoping that no one could see and judge her shameful state.

Gene's apartment itself was dim and cave-like. Eliza wrinkled her nose as she stepped inside; there was a distinctive funk in the air of unwashed clothes and frozen dinners. A sort of bachelor smell that Eliza thought she had left behind forever with college. Gene's apartment wasn't at "disastrous hoarder" level, but it was also apparent that he didn't prioritize cleanliness in the same way Eliza was used to in the house she shared with David. An old, greasy pizza box sat out on the counter of the entryway/kitchenette. The floor looked like it hadn't been swept in... maybe ever.

Gene sighed happily and tossed his keys on the counter, then closed the door behind them and turned to Eliza with a wicked grin.

"Strip," he demanded abruptly.

Eliza stared at him for a moment, taken off guard by his sudden command.

Gene chuckled and opened a drawer, rooting around. "Don't be so surprised, Bunny. The only reason I let you wear clothes around the office is that you might get arrested otherwise. When you're in my home, you don't get to be Eliza, the proud, confident career woman. Here, you're Lizzie, my naked, eager-to-please Cumbunny slut."

He finally found what he was looking for in the drawer and tossed it to Eliza's feet with a jingle. As Eliza reluctantly bent to pick it up, she saw it was the same leather collar that she had worn that night at the sex club, updated with a pink heart-shaped dog tag that read "Lizzie".

"Consider that your new uniform. Now get naked, Bunny."

Eliza gulped and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She had done much worse things than strip in front of Gene. She had sucked his asshole for God's sake. But it was just occurring to her now that he had rarely seen her naked. He made her pull out her tits to cum on them frequently, but as far as she could recall, the only time he had seen her fully nude body was in the truck-stop shower after their visit to the sex club.

It sent a slow, buzzing heat through her as she slowly removed her blouse and unzipped her skirt, letting it slip down to her ankles. She hated the fact that, even as she was forced into these degrading acts, there was a part of her that felt excited; eager to see and feel what her master had in store for her. She could feel her body warming up, preparing for the filthy act that Gene had promised, her skin flushing, her breaths coming hot and ragged in her throat, her pussy blooming and moistening between her thighs. She was now wearing only a black, lacy set of lingerie which alluringly emphasized her slim, pale beauty. The sexiest underwear she owned, which her husband only got to see on special occasions. Gene's greedy eyes traced every curve, an obscene bulge growing in his pants as he made an impatient rolling gesture with his fingers.

The bra came next, falling loose as she unclasped it and shrugged it down her goosebump-covered shoulders. She felt another wave of shame roll through her as she pulled the gauzy covering away, revealing the eager stiffness of her slutty nipples to Gene's gaze. Eliza was a married woman, but she was stripping for a man both she and her husband despised in his filthy apartment.

And she had never been more turned on in her entire fucking life.

Eliza took a deep breath and hurried to complete the humiliating process, swiftly pulling her panties down to uncover her neat strip of dark, trimmed pubic hair and her puffy pussy, now leaking with desire.

She stood awkwardly for a moment, both enjoying and hating Gene's smirking appraisal of her nudity. Her first instinct was to cover herself, but she knew that would draw a reprimand, so she posed with one arm beneath her small firm tits, lifting and almost presenting them, while her other hand rested on her inner thigh, just inches from her throbbing pussy.

Her whole body felt flushed and hot, and she couldn't look Gene in the eyes. Despite her hatred of the hateful man ogling her, a part of her enjoyed the hunger in his eyes... the way his hungry gaze slowly appreciated everything her body had to offer.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Gene in a low, amused voice. Eliza was confused for a moment, then, with a pitiful whimper, she raised the leather collar and clasped it around her throat, her new Cumbunny name jingling. The cool leather felt tight and constricting, yet another symbol of Gene's cruel control.

"Perfect!" said Gene brightly, then turned and made his way to the attached living room, flopping down on the ragged couch and turning on the TV. Eliza looked over at him with a confused frown as he navigated some sort of media drive and loud, filthy porn began playing on the screen.

"Ummm, weren't we going to..." said Eliza in confusion, forced to speak up a little to be heard over the pornography. Her hand traced unconsciously over the leather collar, making her demeaning new nametag jingle.

Gene glanced over to her and barked a laugh. "Eager little Bunny, arentcha? Don't worry, Lizzie. You'll be screaming my name soon enough. I just want to unwind a little first. It was a busy day. In fact, bring me a beer."

Ah. So that was the game. Gene wanted to be the king in the castle with a humble little slave girl serving him. He seemed to have a talent for finding brand-new ways to humiliate Eliza. Well, it wasn't any worse than the other ways she'd been forced to serve. Tasting the sting of defeat that was so normal at this point it almost felt sweet, Eliza opened the fridge and found a can of cheap pilsner.

She returned to Gene in the living room and held the condensation-beaded can out to him.

He shook his head and chuckled. "Come on, Lizzie. Can't you lean into your role a little better than that? Ever heard of service with a smile? Kneel. Present it to me."

Of course. She should have known. Eliza knelt down on the grimy carpet and held the beer up in a pose of supplication. "Your beer, master," she said meekly. Fuck. Why was this servant girl routine making her even hornier?

"That's more like it!' said Gene appreciatively. "Now you're thinking like a Cumbunny. And so, you deserve a little reward."

Without warning, he reached out with the frosty beer, rubbing its wet, cold surface over Eliza's bare breasts, concentrating on her sensitive, swollen nipples. Crackling bolts of sexual stimulation seemed to pulse through Eliza's body as she forced herself to stay still and submit the humiliating treatment. The painfully cold and wet beer can rubbed over the skin of her breasts, making her nipples throb with pain and pleasure. Beyond the physical sensation, she was horrified to find that the degradation was turning her on by itself. She panted and looked up at her new master and couldn't help but feel a swooping, liquid feeling of helpless, submissive desire flood through her. A look of pure dominant satisfaction settled in on his face as his Cumbunny gasped and squirmed, lubricant leaking down her thighs as he teased her tits mercilessly, watching with glee as her pink nipples grew shiny and wet from the can's condensation.

Finally, Gene cracked open the beer, took a deep swig, then belched in satisfaction. "Ok, I've got another job for you now, Bunny. My feet are tired and I need somewhere soft to rest them. Crawl over here. On your hands and knees in front of the couch."

Maybe it was strange for Eliza to draw the line there after the treatment she had received so far, but this felt like it was crossing a line. She could take being treated as a sexual object. Even a servant girl. But becoming furniture for her master's amusement was too much. She hesitated for just a fraction of a second, biting her lip in thought. What could she do? Gene was staring at her expectantly, ready to harshly bark more orders if she refused. She needed his cum as much as she needed breathing, and was becoming more and more turned on by his humiliating treatment. He held all the cards.

But did he really? True, Eliza couldn't directly go against Gene's wishes, but that wasn't the only way to get what she wanted. She was an attractive object of desire for Gene. Surely she had to be able to influence him in some way. It was certainly preferable to letting Gene just walk all over her at all times.

"But master," she said meekly, keeping her eyes on the ground and her hands folded in her kneeling lap, "if I'm beneath your feet, how can I play with your big cock?"

She waited, her heart pounding, too nervous to even look up and see Gene's expression. Would he see through her mild attempt at manipulation? Order her to do something even more degrading as punishment for her insolence?

Gene chuckled his deep, throaty laugh. "Ha! You know what? Good point. Snuggle up here next to me, Bunny, and put that hand to good use."

Eliza kept her face carefully neutral as she rose, sat on the couch, and cuddled up to Gene's broad bulk. It worked! It didn't exactly feel like a triumph to reach out and jerk Gene's cock while loud, filthy porn played in front of them, but she had successfully converted one humiliation into another that was more acceptable to her.

It made her wonder what else she could do... and she immediately thought about her husband. Manipulating Gene for David's benefit would be far harder than getting out of being a footrest... but she had just proved that it was possible in principle. She had to try.

She let things sit for a moment, running her hand up and down Gene's thick cock while a woman in a ridiculously skimpy ballerina costume had her throat viciously fucked by her male co-star. She tried not to get too distracted by the feeling of Gene's thick, powerful cock beneath her delicate hand. So powerful... so manly... Her fingers twisted and pumped up and down its veiny length, feeling the heat of its smooth skin against hers, her pussy seeming to pulse in time with the heartbeat she could feel from the stiff column of flesh.

"You know," said Gene conversationally, snaking his arm around to casually grope Eliza's ass and snapping her out of the momentary sexual trance she had fallen into, "I've heard rumors that some of the biggest pornstars in the business are secretly Cumbunnies. What do you think? Potential new career for you?"