Cumbunny

Kim Meyer studied her sister-in-law with a critical eye.

She looked... Normal. Maybe a little sad, but that wasn't unusual considering the circumstances. It would be weirder if Eliza was chipper and unaffected. Her husband had left to stay with Kim for a week and counting.

Eliza had always been a beauty. A slim supermodel build, with just enough curves around the hips and chest to give her a touch of feminine softness, not to mention a juicy little ass. She had pale, radiant skin, coal-black, lustrous hair, and crystal blue eyes. Kim was a looker as well, but Eliza made even her jealous.

Eliza was the perfect bride as well, based on how David always gushed over her, the sappy lunk. Eliza was thoughtful, loving, and supportive. Or, at least, she had been. That was why Kim was here today, sitting across from Eliza in the living room of she and David's home. Something had changed, and Kim needed to get more info on the issue before she could advise her brother on what to do.

"So, Eliza," said Kim, leaning forward with a keen look in her eye and dispensing with the inane small talk they had been wasting time with up to that point, "What's been going on with you? Be honest with me."

A faint blush colored Eliza's face, and she folded her hands in front of her. "Ah. Yes. I thought that might be why you asked to meet," she said nervously. "It's a fair question. I admit that I've made some questionable decisions lately." Her words were cool and precise, as usual, and her eyes calmly met Kim's hard, skeptical gaze.

"Like the inappropriate clothing," prompted Kim with a raised eyebrow. Eliza wasn't wearing anything scandalous right now. In fact, her lilac sweater and dark jeans covered her from wrist to ankle. But if David's complaints were even halfway accurate, Eliza had basically been flashing the goods to their entire office.

Eliza's face twisted in a wry expression of self-deprecation. "Yeah... that was one of my worst decisions."

"So help me understand," said Kim flatly, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. Despite how good Eliza had been for David, Kim had always had a tense relationship with her sister-in-law. There were a few reasons for that. First of all, Eliza was too perfect; one of those incredible, poised, self-confident, effortlessly feminine women who made Kim feel insecure. But second of all, even though Kim knew it was a childish reaction, she couldn't help but resent that Eliza had taken away her brother. So a sneaky part of her wanted to come away from this secret meeting she had called with a guilty verdict. A part of her would be relieved if she could confidently tell David that he should split with his wife for good. But Kim had to give Eliza a fair shake first, for David's sake. Eliza was the love of her brother's life after all.

"It's... a sensitive topic," said Eliza hesitantly, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "A personal one. But if you must know, your brother has been having... difficulty performing in bed. It made me feel unwanted. I reacted poorly."

Kim grimaced in discomfort. Shit. That didn't excuse dressing like a slut at work, but it might explain it. Even so... Kim didn't think that Eliza was lying, but it still felt like her sister-in-law was holding something back. Kim had always been the type of gal who cut straight to the chase without games, and that was her instinct right now.

"Eliza, David means everything to me," said Kim sincerely, leaning forward again with an intense sparkle in her lively green eyes.

"I know," said Eliza with a gentle smile, "and that's why I..."

"I don't think you DO know," said Kim sharply, cutting her off. "It isn't just that he's my brother... Ok, I'm going to tell you something really personal that I don't share with just anyone, so listen up." She cleared her throat and bit her plump lower lip, forcing herself to go on. Eliza needed to know why this was so important. Why Kim would do anything for her brother.

Eliza just watched her silently, her beautiful blue eyes wide and receptive.

"You know our Dad left, right?" asked Kim softly. "David told you that much at least, I hope."

Eliza nodded, looking a little uncomfortable at Kim's sudden emotional turn.

Kim sighed and moved on. The only way out was through. "It happened when I was little. But not so little that I didn't remember it. David really had to step up. He was the most important man in my life. The man of the house. It was a lot to ask of a kid, especially when he had a bratty little shit of a sister like me. So I want you to understand this, Eliza..." She reached out and grabbed Eliza's knee with a forceful grip. "David isn't just my brother. He's the closest thing to a Dad I have. If I feel like you're bullshitting me or that you might hurt him, I'll tell him to drop you. And he'll listen."

Kim watched carefully as a complex and indiscernible mix of emotions crossed her sister-in-law's face. But then Eliza's cool blue eyes hardened, looking deep into Kim's. Her hand fell to passionately grip Kim's hand still resting on her knee.

"Kim, I swear to you: I love David. More than anything. And I desperately want to be the best wife I can to him... even if I mess up sometimes."

Kim studied her closely, that sneaky part inside her that disliked Eliza on principle searching for lies in her chilly blue stare. But there were none. Kim could plainly see that, even if she had been oddly evasive earlier, Eliza meant every word she had just said. Kim let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding in a puff through her nose, and pulled her hand out from under Eliza's.

"Ok, ok," she said wryly. "I get it. Fine. I'll tell the big meathead he should give you another chance. But don't make me regret it."

Eliza's obvious, pathetic gratitude made Kim uncomfortable, so she made an excuse and left shortly afterward.

Kim stewed in her thoughts on the car ride home. Although she had given Eliza the basics about their family history, what she'd shared hadn't fully conveyed what her brother meant to her. Their Dad leaving had kind of messed Kim up; she was freely willing to admit that. It was why, despite being a hottie (if she did say so herself), Kim was a serial dater who could never stick with a long-term relationship. She was intensely attracted to dominant, masculine men, but when she actually got into a relationship with one, she instinctively rebelled against them, pushing them away. She was practically the poster child for daddy issues. She obviously didn't think about David in romantic terms, but he was the only guy in her life who had ever been able to put up with her petty, bratty attitude.

She was a little disappointed that she didn't have a chance to get rid of her annoyingly perfect sister-in-law. But this wasn't about her. It was about David. And, no matter what was going on with Eliza, she had convinced Kim of one thing today: Eliza wasn't lying about wanting to be a good wife to David.

...

Eliza watched Kim's car drive away from the window, her heart beating quick and hard in her chest. She had somehow convinced Kim, despite the squirming mass of anxiety filling her belly. Eliza couldn't say whether that was a good or bad thing for David.

It was certainly a bad thing for Kim.

Eliza had always been a little envious of her sister-in-law. Firstly, she was gorgeous. A firm, petite little body with lush curves in all the right places, twinkling green eyes, and feathery blonde hair that Eliza would kill for. But beyond that, Kim was so... uninhibited. She had an irrepressible free spirit and a sharp, tomboyish attitude that let her make friends with others instantly. Eliza had always been more reserved. She wished she could make that kind of easy connection with others. That was why her deep connection with David was so important to her... and why she couldn't just give him up, no matter what dark pathways that led her down.

She waited five minutes to make absolutely sure that Kim wouldn't return for something she'd forgotten, then turned to the stairs with a riot of lust and reluctance blazing through her. As she made her way up, she slowly shed the respectable clothes that she had worn as a disguise for Kim, leaving her in the lingerie that her master had purchased for her: a trashy leopard-print pushup bra with matching crotchless panties. This little outfit reflected what she had become more accurately at this point than the conservative sweater and jeans.

She was disgusted at her body's reaction as she padded softly toward the master bedroom. She was heating up just from getting close to him, her nipples rising to crinkled stiffness in her trashy bra. Her pussy growing moist and hot between her thighs. Even being away from him for the half-hour it took for the conversation had felt difficult; that was how strong a hold Gene had on her now.

Eliza opened the door to the master bedroom, the place where she and David normally slept side by side. She couldn't stop the perverse thrill of arousal that roared through her body as she took in the sight that met her eyes.

Gene, her master, was lying back on the bed, his broad, hairy body naked, his fist pumping up and down his massive, drooling cock as he raptly watched the laptop balanced on his belly. He looked up as she entered, his slimy eyes flicking with lustful, possessive interest over his Cumbunny's displayed body. Eliza felt her pulse quicken, her eyes dilated, and her pussy flush with heat and moisture. She couldn't help it. As much as she intellectually loathed the horrible man lounging in her marital bed, he was catnip to her body now.

Gene patted a broad, hairy thigh with a smirk. "Come here, sweetie," he chuckled. "Your master doesn't jerk off when he has a perfectly good sex toy ready and willing."

"Yes... honey," said Eliza meekly, the term of endearment tasting like ash in her mouth. The word only made Gene smile wider, his cock visibly throbbing in his fist. It was just one of the mind games that Gene had been playing with her in the week since her husband had gone to stay with Kim, and he had moved himself into their home. Eliza had been forced to use pet names with Gene at all times.

Gene was obviously deeply upset that his Cumbunny had successfully resisted his plan to addict David to his cum. This was his revenge: for the past week, he had moved in and forced Eliza to treat him like her husband. Cooking for him in just an apron, hand feeding him, cleaning up after him, and, of course, sleeping in the same bed... among other things. It was awful and humiliating, but disturbingly, Eliza sometimes found herself happy and eager to serve. There was something wrong with her lately. Serving her master was starting to feel disturbingly natural. She needed to make a new plan to get out from under Gene's thumb, and soon.

Eliza knelt down at Gene's side, obediently bending forward to take his thick cock between her lips, and bobbing her head with smooth, practiced motions, sliding and wriggling her tongue over every inch of his bulging head. Gene's eyes focused back on the screen in front of him as his rough hand gripped the back of Eliza's head, taking control of the blowjob. Eliza felt him forcing his cock deeper and deeper, knocking insistently on the back of her throat. The rough treatment only increased the dark, twisted lust that was now her constant companion. Her hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing gently to further inflame her desire.

"Well, I have to admit, dearest," said Gene, laying thick, mocking emphasis on the last word. "I wasn't convinced that little Kimmy would be a more entertaining target than her brother. But I stand correctly." His eyes glowed with sexual greed as he restarted the recording. Gene had forced Eliza to plant a camera before her sister-in-law arrived today, and now it was Eliza's job to pleasure him with her mouth as he reviewed the footage.

"Mmmmmm," said Gene with an oily smile, pushing himself into his Cumbunny's tight, wet throat as he rewatched Kim's impassioned, sincere speech. "A feisty, curvy little tomboy with Daddy issues? It's like she's begging for someone to tame her. I'm glad I got to her before anyone else. And the fact that her betrayal will crush David, maybe even worse than yours? Icing on the cake, sweetheart."

Eliza couldn't answer with her master's thick cock buried in her throat... could barely think as her nipples throbbed with her forbidden pleasure and her traitorous pussy clenched hungrily around her inserted fingers. But she hoped that Gene was wrong... she had been strong enough to resist the ultimate betrayal of David, so it should be no problem for someone as strong-willed as Kim to keep her brother safe... right?

"She's joining the stable, sweetheart. Isn't that exciting? From sister-in-law to sister Cumbunny," Gene gripped her hair, dragging Eliza's panting, dripping mouth up off his cock and staring her dead in the eye. "And you're going to help. Help to trap her. Help to train her into a sweet submissive little bunny, just like you've become."

"Yes, d-darling," whimpered Eliza, her eyes hazy with defeated lust.

Gene released her hair. "Take the position," said Gene with a chuckle, setting aside the computer and pointing imperiously down onto the bed. Eliza scrambled to obey, slipping off her trashy underwear, shoving her face down into the sheet (now scented with Gene's earthy musk) and arching her back dramatically while she spread her thighs wide, giving her master an excellent view and easy access to her glistening, eager pussy.

She wished she could say she just did it out of habit, or because she knew she would be punished if she didn't. But in reality her cravings for her master's cock were just too strong for her to deny anymore. She loved David. That hadn't been a lie. But she loved her master's cock too. She needed it, almost as much as she needed his cum. It felt lately like there was a whole other version of herself lurking inside... Lizzie, the slutty, desperate, passionate Cumbunny. So much more submissive and stupid and fun than boring old Eliza the snow queen.

And right now Lizzie took the reins, wiggling her hips enticingly as she presented herself to be fucked by the man who was Eliza's worst enemy, but Lizzie's beloved master. "Fuck me, honey," she moaned, reaching back to gently spread her lips, displaying her warm, dripping depths, tempting her master to take what was his. As she let her new cumbunny instincts take over, the pet name no longer felt forced. The sultry giggle that escaped as she smiled back over her shoulder at the squat ogre of a man behind her didn't feel unnatural at all.

But as much as Gene was fascinated by his Cumbunny's tight, wet pussy, he had another project this week that had him equally interested. He reached down, gripping Eliza's plump ass cheeks in strong, dominant hands and parting them to reveal an even tighter pink hole. Eliza's perfect, unspoiled, virgin asshole. His next target.

Eliza groaned with nervous anticipation. Over the course of the past week, Gene had become obsessed with her ass. His insistent explorations felt wrong and dirty and uncomfortable... even if they did fill her with helpless, squirming desire. Something about the way Gene made her feel when he played with her ass felt almost dangerous. Like it was leading her over a cliff, and if she fell she may not be able to return.

Today she gently tried to head off the humiliating teasing and exploration of her tight asshole. "Baby, p-please," she squeaked as she felt Gene's finger slowly circle her sensitive anus. "I need you in my pussy! I'm so horny darling. Fuck me!"

Gene just chuckled and gave his cumbunny a sharp spank that made her yelp, a white hot flash of masochistic lust pulsing through her. She moaned deeply, her eyes hazy with lust as she stared at her master over her shoulder. Bedroom eyes sluttier and more submissive than her husband had ever seen. Gene's cock twitched at the sight, another drop of precum oozing from its swollen head. "I will, sweetie. Trust me, after the preview I got of my little blonde cumbunny I'm about to claim, I've got plenty of energy. But we need to work on your training too... We need you loosened up a little so you don't break when I finally fuck this tight ass."

Gene slowly pressed his finger tight to her hole, easing the tip inside. Eliza gasped in pain mixed with strange, unknown pleasure, twisting the sheets beneath her in her fists and squirming at the overwhelming sensation. Above her, Gene continued in a gloating voice. "Your pathetic beta hubby fucked your pussy before I claimed you. You even let his shrimpy cock into your mouth, God knows why. I'm going to take something that he's never had. That he'll never get to have. I'm going to conquer you in a way he was too much of a wimp to even try." The entire time he spoke, Gene's thick, blunt finger twisted and flexed lightly. Eliza's tight virgin asshole clenched around the intrusion, still snug and unyielding, but looser than when her master began her lewd training earlier this week.

Finally, Gene could no longer hold himself back. He withdrew the finger tip and got into position, grabbing his cock and lining his cock up with Eliza's streaming pussy. The sight beneath him was something to behold. Eliza. The office ice queen. The snooty, stuck-up wife of his worst enemy, panting and spreading lightly trembling thighs, reaching back now to spread her pussy wide, her blue eyes, normally so cold and calculating and haughty, dim with desperate, submissive lust. "Please, my love," she whimpered, the term of endearment dripping from her lips as sweet and sincere as she would say it to her beloved husband, "please show me who my master is." With a smug, blissful smile, Gene slid forward into his Cumbunny's warm, slick cunt. She moaned immediately, her face buried in the dirty sheets she had once shared exclusively with her husband.

Her pussy gripped every inch of her master's thick, powerful cock. His cock felt exceptional inside her; as if it were made to fit her perfectly. As Gene gripped her hips tight, she couldn't help but arch her back, trying to give her master the perfect angle to reach her innermost depths, grinding backward into his incredible dick. After a few slow, deep pumps to lube the length of his cock, Gene set a punishing pace; the jackhammering, muscular fucking of a selfish man who wanted to get off as hard and fast as possible, without giving a shit about the pleasure of the slut beneath him. Not that his self-centered style mattered... In fact, Gene's cruel, self-centered style of fucking only turned Eliza on more. It usually meant that soon, she would receive the reward she craved so badly: a thick, hot, potent creampie. Because of how his cum affected her, Eliza knew she would cum her brains out on Gene's thick cock no matter how much of a selfish lover he was.

Eliza moaned and dug her toes into the cloth of the dirty bed sheets, grinding her hips back into Gene's powerful thrusts. She had come to a frightening realization this past week, and she was freshly reminded of it every time her master fucked her: She and Gene were actually really quite sexually compatible. She could feel it in the way her pussy seemed to mold around his conquering cock. In the way her heart jumped every time his gruff voice gave her another degrading command. She knew that the mjolkhare oil was partially to blame, but her helpless, burning arousal while being fucked down into the mattress by Gene's battering ram of a cock wasn't just about her cum reward at the end. As Gene reached down and gave her ass a resounding slap, Eliza was once again reminded of the terrifying truth: she had started to crave her master's cruel sexual domination almost as much as his semen.

Partially as a mental defense, and partially to increase her own pleasure, Eliza let her sharp, calculating mind fuzz out, allowing Lizzie, the happy bimbo bunny take over. Her hips began to move smoother, faster, humping back onto Gene's cock with desperate sexual greed. "Mmmm I love it, honey," she purred, shamelessly egging on her husband's worst enemy as his cock fucked her down into her filthy marital bed. Unlike boring old Eliza, Lizzie didn't have any complicated, worrying thoughts about how to resist Gene. She just looooved bouncing her sloppy pussy up and down her master's thick, yummy cock.