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Nicotine had barbed hooks. It sank into the body at the first puff of a cigarette. Every stick thereafter sank its wicked claws deeper into the host, scratching to release sweet dopamine so easily that the body grew to itch in need of those wicked digits.

The siren's song for a cigarette became a broken record over the decade since she quit. The white rabbit put herself on pause with her first child. Nine months of absence helped her kick the habit on a regular, but the urges remained. No amount of hobbies helped kick it for good. From crochet to making little art with gears until her fingers bled, nothing made her forget the sweet release of a drug she'd abandoned.

Teeth gnawing at her lips, the rabbit propped her foot up against her husband's standing erection. The brown rabbit with black splotches stood straight with his arms bound behind him and legs spread wide. A thick strap of leather stole his sight while a big red ball gag stuffed his maw. He loved being gagged. It gave him something to bite down on whenever she embraced her sadism.

Two fingers rubbed together to hold an imagined cigarette. Bringing them to her lips, she inhaled the phantom fag with closed eyes. Though she blindfolded him for other reasons, Allison didn't want him to see her old reflexes. She didn't need his pity with her struggle.

She wanted his screams, gagged or otherwise. If she had a lit cigarette, she'd hold the burning end across his fur. Let it hover just enough until she saw fit to snuff it against his skin. She trailed the pretend to stick over him in contemplation. Between his firm pecs? Or perhaps scaring his handsome face? Maybe just charing his rotund stomach? He had plenty of room there.

No, none of those satisfied her craving. Her fingers hovered over his standing cock. The behemoth of a phallus that helped grant them three wonderful children. A big target for the torment that he let her toy with like a feral cat. Yes. If she had a cigarette, she'd put it out along the fat dick. Never the head, she wanted that to penetrate her. A rough shaft would make riding him less fun. The balls, however, would do nicely. Allison held her fingers against the taut sack, shuddering as she imagined the smell of singing flesh and the sounds he'd make.

A muffled question from her husband broke the fantasy. Sighing, Allison grabbed the rope hanging off his balls and pulled. His smothered scream wasn't enough, so she flicked the popped-out orbs three times each. Legs shivered but he kept himself standing, throwing his head back to work through the pain. His cock stayed upright through it all. Allison smiled, knowing masochism wasn't his reason.

Everyone expected her to find a nice little pain lover to match her. She couldn't marry a masochist. It'd take the fun out of her torment. Anyone who'd seen the dentist in Little Shop of Horrors knew what Allison meant, and she'd show them the clip if they didn't understand.

It wasn't as if she couldn't enjoy real masochists. That cute pitbull girl had wonderful nervous yelps as she embraced the pain. But half of that was charity work, giving a young woman a better understanding of what she craved. Jack was just durable and lovestruck enough to let Allison do what she wanted to him.

And she loved him for it.

Her nose brushed up against his sack to soak in the scent. Allison's tongue pulled one of her husband's balls in her mouth. A nice little reward for the pain inflicted. His heartbeat pulsed from the testicle held between her teeth. She held him there just hard enough to let him know that any gift could turn sour if she so desired.

It's not like he needed them anyway. He got a vasectomy after their last child. His low-hanging fruit was just for show. Toys for her to play with when she felt like it. Though they couldn't be fixed if she broke them. The scream would not be worth it. Maybe in their twilight years after they retired.

So she edged off, licking her lips clean of his taste as she stood straight. Both hands rested on his shoulders for support. "You know, I can't think of a woman luckier than me," she said, kneeing him in the balls before he could so much as tilt his ears to her. Jack keeled forward but stayed standing with heavy breaths through his gag.

Another solid knee to his crotch. "You're a gentleman, a good father, a hard worker, and a provider, not to mention you don't get a stick up your ass with me working." Each compliment was met with a swift strike to the groin. A jaw-clenching grunt escaped his gag at every hit, ending with sagging heavy breaths and a long pool of saliva seeping from his lip. She caught it on the tip of her finger and pooled it over the pre of his cock before sampling it. "You're the entire pot, Jack."

Noting his muffled chuckle, Allison smiled and grabbed both nipples to apply a swift titty twister. Not the best cry but she loved the way he leaned back. No matter how much he suffered for her there would always be that reflex of his to run away. He swore he'd killed it, arguing that he kept his legs open for her no matter how much she hurt his balls. It was as if he wanted her to prove otherwise. It had to be on purpose. He knew she loved a challenge.

At the apex of his little retreat, she let go. The bound bunny fell backward against the bed, blind panic seeping over him for the briefest of moments. "Did someone forget our bed?" she asked, crawling up over his chubby body to sit over his chest. Palming his cheeks, she nodded his face like a feral mutt, "I think they did. It's a wonder how one blindfold and a few spins make you lose all semblance of your surroundings. You're just completely at my mercy." She spat in his face, "A field of which I have left barren."

Her thumb pressed against the drop of saliva left over his cheek. She ground it firm over the brown bunny's facial fur, coating as much of his face as possible till it ran dry against her digit. The face he'd given freely. Nails dug into the cheeks. Not to tear, just to remind him of the risk of his decision.

"I want to give you a scar." Allison reached over to the set of drawers beside the bed. Farther than she expected, she had to scoot her crotch over Jack's face while she fished for her prize. He didn't seem to mind. "There you are," the rabbit said, pulling out a knife. It wasn't a switchblade like she used in her youth nor a kitchen knife she kept sharp in the present day, but a curvy asymmetrical fifteen-centimeter kris she'd bought off a specialist site.

She tasted blood from her gnawed lips while dragging the tip across her husband's cheek. Not enough to cut but he shivered all the same. "Yes, I think a scar would do nicely on you," the rabbit teased, practicing the motions of what symbols she desired. "I could do a simple cross over your cheek. Maybe I do it over your eye? Two cuts so you don't lose it? Or maybe," the blade pressed against his neck, "I cut here, just close enough to avoid the jugular. Give you a nice little wound to lick clean."

Wouldn't be the first person she'd done it to. Before hitting the road, Allison never thought she'd meet anyone itching for a cut. But not Jack. No, Jack's breathing tensed the moment cold steel braced his skin. His heartbeat rocketed under her like an engine. She drank it all and wanted more.

But Jack needed something. He'd been a good boy for far too long to be ignored. Getting up, Allison casually dragged her dagger down his torso. She held it between the pecs and lined her pussy over his pulsing cockhead. With short breaths she lowered herself over it, grunting at how he spread her wide. Even after three kids, she felt her pussy struggle to take his monster for the first few inches.

Her monster. He gave it all for her and she had to take proper care of it.

Reaching his base, Allison held herself for a moment to acclimate before pushing herself up and falling again. The sheer pressure against her cervix felt like a hot iron pressed against her skin. The rabbit pressed on. If she couldn't take any then Allison had no right to bring it. Wet slaps and bed creeks mixed with one breathy moan and one gagged grunt as she kept the knife tight to his chest. "You best hold yourself back. I don't want you to get soft before I finish." After nearly two decades of marriage, she wasn't even sure he could hold back. Didn't make her threat any less fun.

His cock pulsed inside her. She swore at him to hold it but it was too late. Popping off at the last second, Allison narrowly dodged rope after rope of her husband's cum. He splattered behind her, hips thrusting to catch the warmth of her insides.

"God damn it," Allison shook her head and tossed the knife aside. "Now I gotta wait for you to get hard again, fuck." Slumping beside her husband, the rabbit turned over to see his bound frame and smiled. "Comfy?" she asked, poking him.

The gag impeded his answer. "Right, sorry." Allison fished it out, "Comfy?"

"Can you untie my balls? I can't feel them."

Her eyes went wide, "What? Shit." The rabbit scrambled down, hastily untying the ropes. Stuck between checking his sack and fighting with her own knots. She'd just about cursed herself for keeping the kris dull and useless as her fingers slipped at the final knots. "There, better?" she asked with loose rope in hand.

"By God, yes," Jack breathed a sigh of relief, "Though you were gonna pop one today by mistake."

"It'd have to be a mistake. Wouldn't be fun to kick a pair of dummies." She curled against her husband's stomach. "Beyond that, how are you feeling?"

"There's an itch in the back of my neck, but otherwise the same as usual."

She reached over to scratch his neck, "Here?"

"Little to the left." He motioned his head for her. "Oh yeah, that's it."

"Good. Tell me when you're ready for round two. We ain't stopping till I get off."

"Or until soccer practice is over."

Allison would have rolled her eyes but Jack couldn't see that. "Yeah, or until soccer practice is over. Who's turn is it to pick up?"

"Keep hitting my balls and it'll be yours."