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Oh I'm sure I have something for both of you.

That line from Lorraine hung with Helga like Amethyst's key around her neck. She should have said no, preferably with a middle finger and just walked off with Amethyst in tow. But she didn't, all because her little sub wanted to see the beach. She grimaced as they entered their hotel room, holding back not to slam the door shut and worry her pet. If Amethyst wanted to see the damn beach so badly she could have just told her. They could have spent the day swimsuit shopping or something. Plenty of opportunities to embarrass her there.

Helga tossed her new leather cap over onto the bed and dropped the now empty backpack to the side. She sighed and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels to find something to pass the time with. Something to keep her mind off of Lorraine, just a little.

Amethyst, now dressed in the sweatshirt and sweatpants they had stored in the backpack, curled up onto the bed, "Well, that was fun," she said, smiling. Helga nodded. Until she met up with the wolf it was rather fun. Now she had to deal with her for an extra day. She stopped on a rerun of CaddyShack, starring the groundhog Bill Murray, and rolled her shoulders as she laid back into the bed with her vole. Maybe she should just tell Amethyst what was wrong. She looked to her sub, who seemed more preoccupied with her phone than anything else, and sighed. Helga figured could stomach one bad day to keep her slave happy.

"You know, I heard Jenny Rose was different offset, but I didn't know she subbed."

"I imagine a lot of pornstars are different offset. They're 'actors' after all."

"Well...I guess. Samantha and Brian are pretty much the same offset though."

"You mean your two friends who do amateur porn?" Helga wrapped an arm around Amy and pulled her in, getting a better view of what had her submissive's attention, "That's probably because they don't act."

A rat with a short purple mohawk took the center screen, studs in her ears and a wicked smile across her face as she slapped a crop onto a horse's bottom. A good slab of meat dangled between her legs, sporting a silver Prince Albert piercing. She didn't have the nipple piercings Helga saw earlier if this was indeed Jenny Rose. The rat herm did wear a hood in their entire conversation.

"Any reason my little bitch is watching porn?" Helga teased, toying with the vole's own barbell ear piercings, "Especially since she can't get off with that belt on."

"I kinda wanted to see some old videos ever since I knew it was her, Mama." she said, kissing Helga on the cheek as the two inched closer, "Maybe we could watch, get some 'ideas' for later?"

"Sure, didn't know you were so bored already."

She blushed, "T-that's not what I-"

"I'm kidding," Helga snorted, letting her hand drag beneath Amethyst's sweatpants and over the metal belt, "Though if an idea does interest me, this might come off tonight."

That rat had a cute aura about her in the video, Helga admitted that much. She didn't play with herms often, generally only if a threesome happened where she could avoid the dick. But the way Jenny swung that riding crop against the bare flesh of the mare bound before her, it made Helga want to be there in person to give her some proper form.

She caught Amethyst's eyes peeking over to hers every few seconds, probably looking for some affirmation that her porno of choice was any good. Helga had her criticisms, not just towards how the dominant swung the crop. The mare's suspension wasn't practical, at least not for long with forcing her to stand on one leg while the other was tied to the ceiling. She had the flexibility for it, but no one could rightfully hold that pose for long. They probably cut it into segments for filming.

Even still, her focus came on more towards the rat herm than her submissive. Taking note of the sadistic little sneer she had on her face while she toyed with her ear piercings. They seemed familiar, right on the tip of Helga's tongue until she looked at Amethyst's piercings.

"Did you copy her piercings?"

"W-what?" the vole blushed, averting her gaze, "I mean...maybe..."

"Amy," Helga pulled the girl's chin with her finger, "Tell Mama the truth."

A finger curled over the barbells of the vole's ear. Amethyst bit her lip, "Well...I used to imagine her domming me, often without her dick. And when I decided to become Amethyst I figured she could be a homage to my-"

Helga brought a finger to the vole's lips, "And what did she do, in your little fantasies?"

"W-well," she chuckled nervously, "It's been so long. I haven't really watched her recently before today, and I have you, so I never really imagined her. I don't know if I could really think of any."

"Oh?" Helga leaned in, letting her breasts brush against her pet, "I think we can fix that," she whispered, "If you're interested, cunt."

"Always," her anxious smile crawled onto her face, "Mama."

With an order, Amethyst kneeled on the ground naked while Helga picked through their bag of restraints. She considered some rope, but a soft yawn answered any questions to how tired she might have been. Instead, she took several cuffs for Amethyst's wrists and feet, and her spare belt after taking off her current one. The swine locked her vole's hands behind her back, then locked and tied her legs together with the ankle cuffs and the two belts.

"Kick the bed three times if you want out," she said, tying a large ballgag into her vole's mouth. She pulled a blindfold over Amethyst's head, then placed the vole's earpods where they belonged. Beaming with confidence at her little bound rodent, Helga searched through PornHub on Amethyst's phone for any long videos with Jenny Rose. She stopped at one with a thumbnail of her and two subby girls, a zebra and a mouse.

"Let's hope this jogs some idea, slut." she whispered before pressing play. Helga couldn't hear anything through the buds, but judging from Amethyst's tightening breath, she didn't need to. Her right hand toyed with her slave's unprotected breasts, while her left fingered the remote to find something else on the TV.

Sure, it's low energy domming. But Helga's experience with Lorraine took too much out of her. Finding nothing of interest, she sighed and pulled out her phone, reading the address Lorraine sent her over and over.

Never should have given her my number.

What did Helga do to deserve this? She wasn't 'that' bad of a person. Sure, she got into a lot of fights in her younger years. Made a few enemies on the side of the law, but she made more friends with her antics.

She brushed her hand against Amethyst's furred chest as the girl began to moan, "I know, must be exciting." she said, scrolling through her contacts more out of boredom than anything. The hog stopped at Tabitha, her oldest friend, and the current gang leader. The only other person who experienced Lorraine's bullshit first hand. Well, there was Tom. Helga rolled her eyes at that thought. The raccoon wasn't an awful choice, but he didn't see the effect Lorraine had on her. Tabitha was the only one back then to actually call Helga out on the whole situation.

She pressed Tabitha's contact. She could use some of the bluntness right about now.

A giggle and a shush followed when the wolverine answered, "H-hey Helga, how's the kinkfest?" she asked, her voice breathy as though she'd just finished lifting.

"Ok. Got a leather cap, posed for a few pictures. Even have a few on my phone," she brushed a hand through Amethyst's hair, citing a moan from the vole as she continued, "I also met Lorraine."

"That's it...good girl," Tabitha cooed from her end, seemingly inattentive to Helga's plight.

"I'm sorry, am I calling at a bad time?"

"W-what? No...you've got my full undivided attention."

"Who's with you?"

There was a pause, followed by a snicker, "Just a pretty girl, practicing for an oral exam."

"This was a mistake."

"No, no, no. I can pay attention. I've held conversations through worse. 'Sides, I think my little Kathoey gets off on being ignored."

She rolled her eyes, "Fine. I saw Lorraine today."

"Oh," Tabitha's tonal shift from playful to neutral did not fill Helga with confidence, "Wow. How long has it been since we left?"

"Bout twenty years I think, maybe less. Been that long since she betrayed us."

"You. Since she betrayed you. I was never really involved with her, having my own problems and not wanting any of her so-called charity."

"I offered that charity. For christ's sake, you were squatting in your brother's shack while he was overseas."

Tabitha laughed, "I had a key. Just not one he knew about. So..." she moaned, then said something in a hushed tone before continuing, "So, what happened?"

With a sigh, she pulled Amethyst to the middle of the bed so she wouldn't accidentally fall off. Taking a quick walk through the exposed bathroom and leaning against the window, she tried to process how best to explain everything.

"We met her by chance. I was shopping for a leather cap, and when I got out she and some rat sub were taking pictures with Amethyst."

"You left your sub outside?"

"I took her gag out. It was more for a little humiliation." she shook her head, "Look, it doesn't matter. Point is when she saw me, she just walked right up and hugged me. Hugged me as if nothing ever happened between us."

"So...did you hit her?"

"What?" she blinked, "No. Why would I do that?"

"What did you do then?"

"I...I froze," she grimaced at the memory, "I couldn't stop looking at her eyes, or her ass. A lot of feelings came back, and I'm pissed that anger isn't at the forefront."

"So you still have feelings for her."

Helga leaned her forehead into the window. She did, as much as she hated to admit it, she still had feelings for Lorraine. Despite everything she did to her, every betrayal leading up to that final inexcusable night, Helga still loved that blasted wolf. She didn't want to love her.

"Yeah," she replied, bitter and frustrated, "Yeah, and she invited us to her beach house tomorrow."

"Shit, she's got a beach house? In San Francisco? How'd she get so loaded?"

Helga shrugged, "Apparently she's an agent to a few pornstars, her biggest being this rat herm named Jenny Rose. Dom on camera, subby as fuck off of it. I saw a vid or two, it's kinda boring but Amy likes it."

"I'll have to check it out," Tabs chuckle before gasping, "Oh, someone is getting fucked tonight."

"I take it you were talking to Kathoey?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. So, you going there?"

Helga peered over to her sub, all bound and dry humping the air as the earpods played whatever lovely little porno the pig put her on, "Yeah. Amethyst's never seen the ocean,"

"You don't sound excited."

"Of course I'm not fucking excited. How am I supposed to act when I'm meeting my ex?"

"Like an adult?"

Tabitha's straight tone hit Helga like a crowbar, "What?"

The wolverine across the country sighed, "Look, I know it's hypocritical coming from me of all people, but it's been almost twenty years since you saw that bitch. Either don't go, give some lousy excuse and move on, or-teeth, Kathoey, watch the teeth- sorry, or do go and deal with whatever drama's boiling up. Maybe she invited you because she wants to mend old wounds. Or maybe she wants to fuck you. Personally, I think you should go and talk to her, set things straight about how you're in a relationship with a lucky little cuntlicker. Cause you already ran once, and you're not that person anymore."

Could it really be that easy? No, Helga sighed. She was too old to mistake easy with simple. Talking with Lorraine was the simple option, the 'adult' option. The swine looked over to her bound vole again, the twenty-three-year-old college student that she was lucky to call her pet. Helga had to be a lot of things for her, lover, mistress, a strong rock for her to lean on in times of turmoil. Many of these she liked, giving her more joy than she'd had with the small time lovers of her youth and travels. But, like it or not, she had to be a role model to her also. If Amethyst wasn't here, she might have clocked Lorraine and just left.

If Amethyst wasn't here, neither would she. Helga took a deep breath, "Thanks Tabs. Have fun with Kathoey."

She hung up before Tabitha could answer, though she did hear a lengthy moan before actually clicking the button. She sauntered over to the bed, crawling onto it and causing Amethyst to roll a little towards her due to the shift in weight. Smiling, she pulled out the gag and the earpods, "Has my little slut thought of any ideas?"

"Yes, Mama," she said, chest raising anxiously with each breath. Helga toyed with the vole's nipple piercings as she spoke, "How many of them involve taking your belt off?"

Amethyst gulped, "A-all, Mama."

"Aww," she patted the girl's cheek, "That's a shame. Because I think you could use a bit more denial."

Her vole bit her lip, whimpering but never uttering anything close to her safeword. Helga grinned, knowing just how badly Amethyst wanted to cum yet wouldn't defy her. All that training that she put in had paid off remarkably, making such an obedient slave that wasn't afraid to speak her mind. An equal who submitted.

Helga pawed at the key around her neck. Given the earlier mistake she made, maybe she should let her pet orgasm. Amethyst had gotten her in this mess with Lorraine, but she didn't know their history, and Helga didn't plan on telling her. No, she'd been a good little pet and the hog had been the only one who made mistakes recently.

"Though, I think I can make an exception," she said, taking the key and unlocking the belt, "so long as you're willing to work for it."

Amethyst nodded. Helga pulled out the Hitachi, "Good, because I want to see tears before you beg."