Zarya's Bunny, Chapter two.

A few months after Zarya and Tracer's initial fling, a thoroughly whipped Lena abandons her girlfriend Emily for a Christmas spent with her new owner, only to find herself with competition from Zarya's other pet.

-o-o-o-

“Where are you going again?” Emily asked, pouting at Lena from the doorway into their bedroom. Lena winced, zipping up her suitcase, not wanting to look her girlfriend in the eye.

“Russia.” She mumbled, cheeks burning.

“Russia? Why are you going to Russia?” Emily scowled. 

Lena couldn’t blame her for being frustrated, it was the first Christmas they wouldn’t be spending together since starting dating. To make things worse Lena was running halfway across the planet with barely any explanation to a nation not particularly fond of lesbians or futas.

“It’s an… Overwatch thing.” She sighed. “Confidential.”

“They’re sending you on a mission on Christmas?”

“Crime doesn’t stop just because it’s Christmas, Em.” Lena shrugged as casually as she could. She turned and forced a smile, placing a chaste kiss on Emily’s cheek. “I’ll be back for New Years, promise.”

Emily’s lips pursed and she sighed. “Stay safe, ok?”

“Always luv.” Lena smiled. “You can trust me.”

She felt like the worst woman in the world as she scurried out of the door into the snow, miserable face hidden behind the soft green scarf she had gifted Emily last Christmas. She was an awful person and a worse girlfriend. How could she lie to the most perfect woman in the world? Go hurrying off to Russia to cheat on her whilst wearing a token of her love wound around her throat?

Her bad mood lasted all the way to the airport, where spotted an immense, pink-haired amazon waiting for her. She blushed and meekly stepped up to Zarya, clearing her throat. Zarya looked down and smirked, peering at her from over her sunglasses. “Right on time, кролик, I’m impressed.” It was strange seeing her out of armour or workout clothes, her gorgeous, muscle-bound frame slipped into a neat suit and a long grey coat.

“You… you said to come here for ten.” Lena mumbled.

“I did, and you obeyed.” Zarya chuckled. “It’s nice having such a well-behaved pet, I had to train my Kitten for months before she was perfect.” Lena blushed, almost glowing with pride, and happily pattered along beside her lover. 

“So… um… where are we going?” she asked, glancing at the window outside their gate and raising a brow. “That’s… that’s a Volskaya industries private jet.”

“Indeed it is, my kitten has many resources.” Zarya hummed.

“She’s got great taste.” Lena whistled, leaning against the window to peer down at the sleek white jet. “That baby’s gorgeous. Those engines look like prototypes, they’re not even on the market yet! She’ll get us to Russia in just a few hours!”

“That she will.” Zarya purred, amused by Tracer’s fawning over the gorgeous plane. She reached down and pinched the young brit’s ass to get her attention. “We will arrive in St Petersburg in time for dinner, after which the fun will begin.”

“F… fun?” Tracer blushed, biting her lip and pushing herself back against Zarya’s hand. Part of her was nervous someone would recognise them, the famous Tracer being groped by Zarya, a woman easily twice her size. A stronger part of her was desperate to submit once again to her owner, no matter how publicly.

“Hmm, you thought I was taking you for a holiday?” Zarya growled softly, “I’m going to break you, кролик. I am going to use you and my kitten to my heart’s content, and when I am through, if you have been a good, obedient girl, I may even allow you to go back to that girlfriend with a little present.” Tracer’s face was bright red, her cock pushing in desperate arousal against her jeans. She had a lot of thoughts about what Zarya’s present could be, but all she really wanted in that moment was to be shoved against the glass and fucked into a drooling puddle, no matter how many people were around to see.

“Come along, кролик.” Zarya smiled sweetly, “You can change once we’re in the air.”

Tracer paused and looked up at her.

“Change?”

-o-o-o-

“W… would you like a drink, Zarya?” Lena stammered, blushing as she presented a small tray with a bottle of vodka and a small tumbler balanced on it. Zarya looked over her with calm blue eyes and smiled, her lip curling with lazy, dominant pleasure.

“I would, кролик. Pour one for me.” she said softly, eyes not leaving Tracer’s face as the younger girl nervously poured a finger into the polished glass. “More.” Tracer nodded and doubled the amount of cool clear liquid.

“Th… There you go, luv.” She mumbled, daintily setting the tumbler down on the table in front of Zarya. The pink-haired woman hummed appreciatively, reached out, and deliberately took a pen from the table and dropped it onto the floor.

“Pick that up.”

Tracer bit her lip, eyeing Zarya as she sipped her drink. Slowly, she bent over and picked up the pen, as she’d expected, as soon as her rear was presented a strong, pale hand clapped against it, taking a firm grip and squeezing. She whined, remaining in place as Zarya pawed at her, her cock straining against the snug corset that made up most of her new uniform. The humiliation was intoxicating, both being so casually controlled and being made to perform for her new mistress driving Lena to new heights of arousal.

Zarya had made her change in front of her, trembling with excitement as she stripped and then gasping as she saw what she would be wearing for the remainder of the trip. She looked like a damned playboy bunny, her long legs squeezed into tight fishnet tights and her belly hugged by a corset that covered her rear and the bottom of her breasts so that the dark rings of her nipples could still be seen escaping over the top. Above her ass was a white rabbit tail and from her mass of spiky brown hair two tall black rabbit ears stood to attention. Zarya was clearly intent on making her Bunny’s position absolutely unmistakable.

“H… ha, Zee, what’re you doing?” Tracer gasped as Zarya’s hand tugged her backwards, fingers slipping around her waist to pet the bulge of her cock.

“Zee?” Zarya repeated softly. “Is that an appropriate way for a slut to speak to her owner?”

“N… no?” Tracer blushed.

“No indeed.” Zarya growled, “On this trip, and until I tell you otherwise, you will call me Mistress Zaryanova.”

“Yes, m…mistress Zaryanova.” Lena nodded, pushing her hips forwards against Zarya’s hand, desperate to feel her strong grip against her cock. “I’m sorry. P… please will you touch my cock?”

“Is it a Mistress’ place to please her slave?” Zarya asked quietly. Lena whimpered with frustration and shook her head. “No, so why don’t you try again?”

“Please Mistress Zaryanova, may I touch your cock?” Tracer sobbed with need, painfully hard and incapable of relieving herself thanks to the tight corset trapping her cock against her belly.

“I’m in the mood for one of your sweet little blowjobs. Like the one you gave me when I first took you.” Zarya hummed, leaning back and spreading her thighs. “Get to work, кролик, and then perhaps I will reward you by fucking your cute little butt, hm?”

Lena blushed and sunk to her knees, crawling under the table and sitting herself between Zarya’s muscular thighs. She gulped and reached out, carefully unzipping Zarya’s pants and extracting her cock. Even flaccid the immense snake of flesh was as long as her forearm, hot to the touch and smelling faintly of Zarya’s musk. Lena swallowed and held it in her palms, gently stroking it and watching in awe as it began to stiffen and swell.

She nuzzled her face against it a bit back a mew of lust, feeling the hot, twitching flesh against her cheek. Zarya hummed approvingly and took a slow sip of her drink, turning her attention to the datapad built into the table. Lena parted her lips and slipped them over the plump pink head of Zarya’s meat, cheeks already beginning to ache by the time she managed to fit the whole head in her mouth.

She suckled gently on the tip for a few moments, humming happily at the taste before forcing herself down. The usual murmur of arousal from Zarya met her ears and she whimpered, she was getting better at servicing her owner’s cock, the first time she hadn’t been able to make it past her head, now she could just about fit the first two or three inches inside her mouth without choking and passing out. Gently, almost reverently, her fingers stroked over Zarya’s thighs, her mouth slipping up and down the first quarter or so of her cock.

Zarya didn’t pay her much attention, but that wasn’t a problem, Lena’s only concern was receiving a thick load of spunk direct to her tongue. She slipped back and gasped, licking her lips and panting. She shot a curious glance upwards. Zarya was reading, calm blue eyes slipping back and forth, paying no mind to the girl blushing up at her.

“M… mistress Zaryanova?” Tracer asked meekly. Zarya reached down and stroked her head dismissively.

“Yes, кролик?”

“I… I can’t go down much further.” She blushed. “Maybe… you could help a little?”

“Hmm, must I do all the work for you, кролик?” Zarya sighed.

“I’m… I’m sorry, mistress Zaryanova.” Lena mumbled. “I just… want to please you.”

“Of course.” Zarya purred. “Ever the obedient slut.”

Her grip on Lena’s hair tightened and Tracer whimpered, gently slipping her lips around Zarya’s rod and sinking herself down as far as she could. Zarya held her in place for a moment before tugging her back and then back down again, gently skull-fucking her to low, wet gurgles from Lena’s flushing face.

Lena was nothing but a warm wet hole to pleasure her cock, something that kept swirling through the red-faced slut’s mind as her eyes rolled back. A wet gurgle escaped her as her lips stretched around Zarya’s meat, her nose resting against the Russian’s crotch. The sight of Tracer’s slender throat packed full of cockmeat went unappreciated by both women, the monstrous bulge almost down to her collarbone unseen by the uncaring Zarya, and the unthinking Tracer.

Zarya’s fingers squeezed Tracer’s skull hard as she yanked the helpless girl up and down her pole to wet, guttural moans from the hero-turned-fuckpet. Lena went limp quickly, oxygen deprivation and submissive bliss sapping any strength she’d had when she stepped onto the plane. Her cock pulsed desperately in her corset as Zarya yanked her down to her base and held her until she stopped squirming.

Zarya’s lip curled with a sudden thought and she jerked her hips forwards. Lena let out a wet ‘ghluk’ and a soft snapping sound reached Zarya’s ears. The chronal collar that had been squeezing Lena’s dainty neck had snapped apart from the swell of Zarya’s cock ramming down its owner’s throat and fallen silently to the floor.

“Ghuark.” Lena said wetly as inch-by-inch Zarya’s meat slipped from her gullet. She panted weakly, tongue lolling, and forced her eyes up to meet Zarya’s. The Russian didn’t so much as glance at her, but her hand slipped from Lena’s scalp to her cheek, her thumb pushing into the open mouth of her obedient pet.

Lena mewed wordlessly and fell back against Zarya’s cock, placing wet kisses and licks over her head before it finally pulsed.

Zarya hummed with satisfaction as she shot a thick rope of spunk onto Lena’s lolling tongue. The girl whined happily, lashes fluttering, as rope after rope of cum blasted into her open mouth. There was a sudden jerk behind her navel and Lena gagged, suddenly on her face, bent over the table with Zarya’s hands pressing her down hard. She blinked with confusion, mouth still full of cum, and let out a whine of defiance as Zarya’s hand kept her in place.

“Muh… mishtresh… Zaryanovuh.” She managed.

“Hush, кролик.” Zarya’s voice rasped quietly. “Your Chronal Accelerator’s strap broke when I fucked your sweet little throat.”

Lena groaned as strong fingers tugged the snapped loop of fabric back around her throat and fastened it behind her. “There, fixed.”

“Th… thank you.” Lena sobbed, coughing weakly and letting out a meek gasp as Zarya tugged her back against her. Lena was surprised at just how soft Zarya’s breasts were as her head nestled between them, like fat, warm pillows she could sink between and sleep forever. It was good to know that her owner was not all hard and harsh, that she could be soft and comforting when she chose.

“I am sorry, I forget my strength sometimes.” Zarya hummed, holding her gently.

“S’ fine.” Tracer mumbled, swallowing the last of her owner’s cum down and licking her lips. “Th… thank you for feeding me y… your cum.”

“You are very welcome.” Zarya chuckled, petting her cheek with the back of a strong hand.

Tracer could feel her cock still throbbing beneath her, that pulsing pillar still aching to be driven deep into her willing holes. She bit her lip and shuffled tighter against Zarya’s chest. “m… Mistress…” she said hoarsely. “W… would you… like to f… fuck me?”

“Not at the moment, кролик.” Zarya hummed dismissively, “Sit and be quiet.”

Lena whined but obediently made herself comfortable in Zarya’s lap, hands between her thighs as her erection screamed to be released.

As time went on, Zarya’s hands began to roam over her, exploring her body with casual ownership, but never to bring Tracer to the point of satisfaction. She cupped the small swells of her breasts, petting them with her thumbs before slipping downwards over her belly, inching down her stomach, barely brushing the swell of her cock before moving to pet her thigh.

Lena squirmed and bit her lip.

Zarya wasn’t going to allow her to cum anytime soon.

There was nothing to do but hope she decided otherwise once they landed.

-o-o-o-

“Commander Zaryanova.” A tall, dark-haired woman in a crisp white suit smiled, looking up at Zarya as she and Tracer stepped down the ramp onto the landing strip. “It’s wonderful to see you back home. Was your flight pleasant?”

“It was.” Zarya hummed, placing a hand on Lena’s back and guiding her forwards. “Chairman Volskaya, miss Lena Oxton.”

Chairman Katya Volskaya smiled warmly and bowed her head. “I am familiar with your work, miss Oxton, you have an impressive record.”

“It’s a pleasure.” Lena murmured. 

Katya Volskaya was a beautiful woman, stern and statuesque. She had the same startling blue eyes as Zarya, surveying Lena from under immaculately arched brows. Her hair was shiny and black, pulled back in a buisnesslike ponytail. A pair of simple, silver earrings hung from her ears, she brushed one restlessly with her fingers, sharp eyes darting to Zarya’s lips. As she turned, Lena admired the plump swell of her ass, hugged tight by the neat white suit, it was delicious enough to give Widowmaker a run for her money.

“Follow, please. A car is waiting to take you both to my residence.” Volskaya said.

“Your residence?” Lena frowned.

Volskaya seemed taken aback, her eyes darted towards Zarya. “Yes… where you will be staying for your visit? Commander Zaryanova… you were quite specific; I have made all the preparations for your stay. Was… there a change in your plans?”

“Not at all. You’ve done well, котенок.” Zarya purred, stroking her cheek with the back of one hand. “My кролик is simply a little confused.”

“Oh… oh she’s…” Lena mumbled, “I understand.”

“So… you are Mistress Zaryanova’s new pet.” Volskaya said, the warmth gone from her voice. She turned up her nose and stalked away, arms folded behind her back. Zarya chuckled and petted Lena’s chin.

“Always so territorial.” She chuckled. “Come along, кролик, there will be time to get acquainted on the drive.”

-o-o-o-

Lena squirmed in her seat at the back of the limo, watching as Zarya leaned back in the back seats and smiled as Katya Volskaya greedily worshipped her meat. She whimpered with jealousy, watching as Volskaya’s lips suckled at a heavy, fertile ball, leaving faint marks of lipstick behind when she moved along. As eager Katya was to show how much she’d missed her mistress, she was just as determined to make it clear just who Zarya’s premiere fuckslave was, shooting hateful glances at Lena and doing her very best to earn a gutfull of their mistress’ spunk.

“So big… mistress Volskaya.” She cooed softly, eyes glaring at Lena as she peppered gentle kisses to Zarya’s sack. “And so full of delicious seed, did your new friend not take care of you? You’re so awfully full.”

“M… Mistress Zaryanova didn’t complain.” Lena muttered.

“Mistress Zaryanova shouldn’t have to.” Katya shot back coldly. “She should be worshipped… adored… made to feel loved and comfortable by her loyal Котенок at all times.”

“I’m just as l… loyal as you are.” Tracer snapped, blushing furiously. She started as she realised what she’d just said and nervously looked up at Zarya’s face. She was watching with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow. “I… I am… Mistress… really I am.”

“Pah.” Katya sneered, dragging her tongue up Zarya’s meat and kissing her tip sweetly. “You are a silly girl; mistress deserves a woman to please her and care for her.”

“Really Котенок, you make me sound like a child in need of mothering.” Zarya scoffed, stroking her silky hair fondly. “I do not ask that you be my maid, only my pet.”

“But I enjoy serving.” Katya crooned, clutching and kissing the strong pink hand as it withdrew. “I love showing how I appreciate you, my mistress. How happy I am to be your own. How much I can offer you as a plaything.” She shot another nasty look Lena’s way before smiling and kissing Zarya’s hand again. “You deserve the best this world can offer, and I am all too happy to give all you could ever desire.”

Zarya chuckled and leant back again, humming as Katya returned to lapping her way up and down her shaft before sinking herself down to the base.

Lena whimpered and pressed her hands down on her lap, stifling her erection as best as she could as she stared longingly to her new owner. She ached to be in Katya’s place, to have a strong hand stroke over her hair as she took that magnificent pole of meat into her sweet little mouth. 

“Jealous, кролик?” she purred with a cruel smile.

“N… no.” Lena whined defensively, pressing down on her crotch a little harder with embarrassment. She swallowed and hung her head. “W… would… you like me to suck your cock too?”

“Actually кролик, I had something else in mind.” Zarya smiled, curling a finger.

Tracer bit her lip and crawled across the limo to Zarya’s knees, receiving a glare from Katya as the proud industrialist sank her lips to the base of their mistress’ shaft. Zarya pinched her chin gently and guided her into a little more upright position, taking her hands away from her lap and chuckling as she saw her erection straining against her corset, desperate for attention.

“So hard, my little кролик.” She grinned, “You must be fit to burst.”

“I… I really wanna cum… mistress.” Lena nodded shyly.

“Well, what I really want…” Zarya breathed, gently pulling Katya away from her rod and petting her cheek. “Is for my dear, dear pets to get along.”

“M… mistress?” Katya frowned slowly, eyes darting between Lena and the lounging amazon playing with her hair.

“Kiss.” Zarya commanded simply.

Lena’s cheeks burned red and she glanced at Katya. She’d never quite been able to define the word ‘affronted’ before, but looking at Katya she felt she’d found a perfect example. Katya looked genuinely insulted at her mistress’ command, but, like the good obedient pet she had been trained to be, she obeyed without complaint.

Lena opened her mouth to speak some weak apology to the infuriated Russian, but Katya’s tight grip on her cheeks silenced her. Before she knew what was happening Katya’s lips were on hers, her tongue invading the young brit’s mouth. She could feel Katya’s nails scraping against her cheeks as the kiss went on, surprised by how little she minded, and even more so how her cock jumped at the pain.

She heard Zarya’s laugh and whimpered, shyly returning Katya’s kiss until the older woman tore herself away with a hateful look. “Did that please you, mistress?” she asked, regaining her smile even as she wiped her lips.

Zarya hummed softly and stroked her chin, deep in thought, before sighing and smiling. “Come here, кролик.”

Lena swallowed and sat on her owner’s thigh, gasping as she was effortlessly lifted and hugged close against Zarya’s belly. She could feel the muscles of her mistress against her back, the softness of her breasts against her scalp… the pulsing, dominant virility of her cock as it pressed between her legs, tight against Lena’s puny little penis.

A hand took Lena’s throat and squeezed as the other slid down the invisible seam of her corset. Tracer shivered as she was exposed, her uniform peeled open to reveal her sweet little breasts, her taut athletic belly, and finally her aching, submissive cock.

It looked almost comical pressing against Zarya’s member, barely a third of the size of her powerful bitch-breaking horsecock. Lena had never realised just how pathetic her seven inches really was. She’d always been quite proud, despite her insecurity, that she was bigger than average, but now that was just a joke. Zarya’s foot-plus pillar of breeding meat was a real cock, and Tracer worshipped it with all her heart.

“Котенок, I’d like to feel those lovely breasts against my cock.” Zarya smiled, tangling her hand in Tracer’s hair, jostling her bunny-ears teasingly.

Katya smiled lovingly and bowed her head, eagerly unbuttoning her neat white blazer to reveal a pinstriped shirt and beneath that a lacy black bra. Lena bit her lip and did her best not to squirm, Katya was so gorgeous and cultured and elegant, her hair and her outfit all so sexy and sophisticated. Somehow the fact she hated her guts made her all the more enticing.

Katya neatly unclipped her bra and let it fall away from her breasts, Tracer blushed as red as a tomato as Zarya laughed, feeling her little bunny’s cock jerk excitedly at the sight. “My кролик sees something she likes, Котенок.”

“You have excellent taste, Mistress.” Katya smiled false-sweetly. “Of course she approves.”

Zarya chuckled and waved a hand slightly, gesturing for Katya to get to work.

Lena whined as the older woman pressed tight to Zarya’s cock and pressed her soft womanly breasts around it, gently rolling her chest forwards and jerking off the monstrous pillar of meat. Katya’s lips toyed with Zarya’s tip as she dutifully tittyfucked her, her eyes low and focused only on the cock she had submitted her life to.

Zarya’s hands toyed with Lena as she was pleasured, teasing her flustered little hero mercilessly. Her cock was so hard and sensitive she was liable to blow her load with only the gentlest of touching, so the muscle-bound futa focussed her attention elsewhere.

Tracer’s squeaks as she pinched her nipples were positively adorable, each gentle tug to the cute little nubs making her blush and tremble all the more. Her breasts were lovely in general, the perfect size to fit neatly into Zarya’s palm. She took a few moments to play with them, kneading her feverishly hot skin and drawing low mews from her newest submissive.

By the time she was ready to cum her focus had moved to Lena’s throat, her dainty neck squeezed in a massive muscled paw until Tracer was shuddering and wheezing, but never crying out for mercy. Her little bunny was turning out to be quite the masochist, the possibilities made Zarya’s head spin, but she reminded herself that there would be fun enough over the Christmas break.

A hand slid down Tracer’s stomach to the newly shaven flesh above Lena’s cock, taking both her pet’s and her own rods in her hand and tipping them back against Tracer’s belly. She allowed a low moan to pass her lips as she came, pumping eight or nine thick pearly ropes of her seed over Lena’s skin to a surprised yelp from her pet.

She sighed happily and patted the little brit’s cheek before leaning back and relaxing against the soft leather seat. “Ah… thank you Katya. I’ve missed your talent.”

“It’s my pleasure, mistress.” Katya smiled happily scooping what little cum had not cleared Zarya’s cock into her mouth with her tongue.

“I’m glad to see you are as obedient as always, my dear Котенок.” Zarya hummed. “Now clean up that cum, I don’t want my кролик’s outfit getting dirty.”

Katya scowled at the command but obeyed, dragging her tongue up Lena’s belly and cleaning her of their owner’s spunk.

She was, after all, an obedient kitten, and she lived to serve her mistress.

As the two subs pressed close, neither could begin to imagine the plans their mistress had for them.

The best Christmas of their lives had only just begun.