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Rebecca lay out against the soft grass of her community college campus, her eyes closed as she silently cursed that she couldn't sleep. Real mental exhaustion was new to her. The pitbull's brain wouldn't shut up with options she didn't want to list off. Anywhere from computer sciences to health sciences made her wonder if she could get anywhere when she passed chemistry in high school with a D.

In her defense, absences and late-night training made it hard to study. She didn't have those excuses anymore now that her fighting gloves were hung up for good, but the ineptitude still reared its ugly head. The teacher's speaking in jargon, a word she only learned recently, while she and students from a mix of her age to ten years her senior scribbled notes. The pitbull sighed, wondering how legible her notes were after frantically trying to catch up.

She knew college would be hard, but she thought there'd be some fun too. Greek life, parties, social groups, all the hallmarks of college life in horror movies thirty minutes before the killer shows up. Rebecca knew not to base reality off of fiction but she figured there was some truth to the tropes she'd witnessed. Maybe she should have searched for movies about community college horrors. That's all she could afford with the flat zero her father left behind.

Her cropped ears perked as something buzzed in her pocket. Pulling out her cellphone, a Nokia that she gripped tightly whenever she saw a smartphone, Rebecca saw Amethyst on the other end. "Are you here?" she asked, trying not to sound dour.

Amy's tone told her she failed, "I'm at the lot. Something wrong?"

Rebecca hung up and stood, brushing off her cargo pants of any bugs that climbed over. With her hands in her hoodie front pocket and backpack slung over her shoulder, the pitbull hunched over on her way to the parking lot. Without a word she opened her girlfriend's green Kia passenger door and plopped into it, leaning forward with only the belt to keep her steady.

"Are you ok?" the vole asked again.

Rebecca sighed, "I think I bombed my math test."

"You're taking math?" Amy asked, bringing the engine to life with a quick turn of her key. Rebecca nodded and sank into the seat, letting the movement take her away from bad thoughts. "Why? I thought you didn't need to take it."

"I wanted to get better at it. Wasn't great in high school." Rebecca wasn't sure she did well with any subject involving formulas. "Also helps that I'm still not sure what I want to study."

"Well on the plus side, you're not wasting thousands of dollars figuring that out." Amy grinned. Rebecca didn't mirror it. Unlike her, the vole studied at a university with enough financial backing from her mother that she didn't need to take a part-time job. The only reason she did so was that Helga encouraged her when the vole claimed she wasn't being responsible enough, just like how the pig told Rebecca to pursue college when the pitbull mentioned it once. She should have just kept her mouth shut when watching Scream 2.

At least Amy didn't bother asking what she wanted to do. Rebecca hated the question and not just because she didn't have a straight answer for it. It implied she needed to figure out her shit now. Build the foundations of a career to lead her through life so by the time the pitbull could retire she'd have a nice little nest egg. A somber laugh echoed at the thought of retirement.

"What's so funny?" Amy asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Nothing," Rebecca leaned back, "Well, do you ever think about retiring?"

"I'm in my twenties, so no. I don't expect to retire on a part-time barista salary. Not unless universal basic income becomes a thing and even that doesn't guarantee affordable living. Why do you ask?"

With a shrug, she replied, "I don't know. I guess with these classes I'm just trying to sort out my future. I'm not exactly sure what I want to do. All I know how to do is fight but I don't see myself using that." Not that many jobs use such skills. Any that did, she imagined, would contradict her stance on pacifism. "I know I'm too young to worry about it-"

"But you can't help but worry about it," the vole nodded, "I get it. I'm getting a basic bitch business degree so I can't really help there. I mean, what am I supposed to do with that? Work on Excel spreadsheets all day?"

"Wouldn't an accountant do that?"

"I don't know. The one at my mother's firm uses Quickbooks so maybe? But there are other applications."

"Why don't you try being a lawyer like your mom? You'd already have a foot in the door?"

The vole wretched, "No thanks. I'd rather not be a boss's kid and even if I did, law school is expensive. My mother's already footing the bill for a lot of my tuition. Being a barista just lets me feel less guilty about it."

Having nothing to say on that topic, Rebecca remained silent and turned her attention to the neighborhoods they'd driven past. Eventually, they arrived at Helga's house. The first thing she noted was the minivan out in the front where Amethyst usually parked. "Isn't that Mrs. Davis's car?" she asked.

Smiling, Amy nodded. "She visiting Helga?" Rebecca asked. The vole didn't answer her while parking, nor when heading inside. From the kitchen, she heard the older women chatting about something. Following Amethyst, she caught a few choice words about Allison's kids and college.

Sitting at the table, the two women couldn't have been more different. Helga exuded strength, her black hair cascading freely down her neck, and her muscular tattooed arms, adorned with thorny vines on the left and chains on the right, were on full display in a white T-shirt and jeans. Opposite her sat Allison, radiating elegance with her long blond hair neatly knotted into a bun, while she embraced her femininity in a pink wrap blouse and a light blue skirt.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't the college girls," Allison's tone made Rebecca's chest tight. A mix of warmth and pain as two sides combated at the sight of her smile. Her heart belonged to two wonderful people, but Allison answered the sick masochistic call she carried.

"Am I interrupting?" Rebecca asked before realizing the rabbit said girls, not girls. "Oh, well, I'm only at community college. Amy's the real college girl."

"Don't you go knocking community colleges, missy. That's the gang got our start when we decided to set down roots." Allison said, turning to Helga, "Well, most of us. Some just stuck with construction."

"Drywall installation," Helga corrected, "And I make good enough money from it. Can set my own hours too, unlike a nurse."

Allison turned back to Rebecca with a roll of her eyes, "Anyways, how's that been going? Learn anything interesting? Taking fun classes?" Both arms crossed over the back of the chair as she asked questions, "Come on, spill."

"It's, uh, not really that big a deal." Rebecca's ears wilted as she scratched behind her head, "I'm taking a math class." Failing it but Allison didn't need to know that. "Still trying to figure stuff out. I didn't know you were a nurse."

Allison raised her left brow and smiled, "Anything to change the subject huh? Alright, no judgment." She pulled out a chair for Rebecca. Amy circled around to the chair next to Helga as the pitbull took a seat, "School nurse," Allison explained, "Which is still an actual nurse, but I worked in a hospital before I met the gang. For the longest time, I was pretty much a walking first aid kit."

She imagined the rabbit walking around in road leathers with a medical bag hoisted over her shoulder. "What made you want to be a nurse?"

"I liked to hurt people." Allison said with no shame, "Nurses don't hurt people. They help people. I figured that if I wanted to indulge in hurting people, I better know how to fix them too. Had a knack for the hands-on stuff. If I didn't go nuts from the work I probably could have pushed myself to be a surgeon."

Rebecca frowned, "Oh, I'm sorry,"

"Nothin to be sorry about," Allison patted her cheek, "Some people want to be surgeons, some don't. No point in thinking about what-ifs a decade ago when I'm already enjoying life as is."

"Is that why you're here?" Rebecca asked before looking at Helga, "Reminiscing?"

The pig smiled softly, "Well, not exactly. That just happens when I meet up with friends."

"You wanna tell her, or should I?" Allison asked her friend.

"Excuse me," Amy butted in, "I think I should be the one to do it. She's under my care in Mama's household."

Allison looked away with her nose wrinkled in disgust, "Ok, fine. But you better not call her that later. Bad enough people sexualize the word 'daddy' but hearing people scream 'mommy' the same way makes me..." she blinked, staring off into space as her hands patted the table. "What's the word kids use nowadays? Is it cringe?"

"Cringe is appropriate," Helga said, earning a glare from the green-haired vole. The pig responded by wrapping her arm around the younger woman, pulling her in for a kiss and whispering, "It is, but I love it."

"Um," Rebecca stopped herself from raising her hand. Class reflexes kicked in quickly and were hard to stop. "What are we talking about?"

The other three women looked at each other with knowing smiles. "Well, we've all noticed how hard you've been working and wanted to give you a reward for your efforts." Amethyst said, "Mama-" Allison cut her off with a guttural groan. "Helga," Amy continued, clearing her throat, "Asked Allison if she'd like to participate."

Rebecca's nubby tail wagged. Part of her thought she was dreaming, but her life up under the pig's household had been like a constant dream anyway. The three most important women to her sat around the pitbull with an offer that she could hardly wait to hear.

The rabbit next to her chuckled, "I think she's more excited than I am."

"The three of you?" Rebecca asked, eyeing each who nodded in turn. "At once? Did I forget it was my birthday or something?"

"No, but hopefully we can do something better for that," Helga said, "So, what do you say?"

"Do I really need to say it?" Rebecca earned a hard gaze from the pig at that. She wilted, "Right, sorry. Consent is important. I want to do it."

"And your safeword?" Amy asked.

"Watermelon," Rebecca all but squeaked in excitement, "So, how do we start?"

The three women looked at each other in silence and smiled. Encircling the table, the husky pig woman stopped behind the pitbull's chair and grabbed the back with both hands. Goosebumps rippled underneath her fur at the pig's whispered command, "Get up and strip for us." Her legs refused to move until her mistress pulled the chair away.

With short but controlled breaths Rebecca stood and started stripping. "Not here," Helga said with authority, leading the pitbull by the scruff of her hoodie to the head of the table. A quick glance around the kitchen revealed that they'd closed the blinds before she arrived.

She pulled her hoodie and shirt off together, leaving her tan bra for everyone to see before removing her pants, revealing her metal chastity belt underneath her underwear. "I can't imagine what it's like wearing that for so long," Allison commented, watching with earnestness as Rebecca unhooked her bra, "She ever take it off?"

"Rarely," Helga said, sitting back down and pulling Amethyst close to nuzzle, "Less than my little punk anyway. Can't give her a way to deal with her urges on her own. Takes half the fun out of denying her." They continued to talk about her like she wasn't there. Heartbeat pounding against her chest, the now naked Rebecca straightened her back with put her hands behind her and her legs shoulder-length apart.

There was freedom in service. All that mattered was the next order. No need to think about heavy things like how hard she had to study or the stress of adulting. Just one structured order after another, as if she were a tool to benefit others. If they wanted she could stay standing for hours like a piece of decor. She'd fail at it thanks to her tail refusing to stop wagging.

After several minutes of talking, Amethyst and Allison got up and left the room. Helga's finger gently tapped the table, her emerald green gaze directly on the naked canine before her. Rebecca didn't turn her head to face her better. She did wonder what the woman was thinking. There were only so many devilish torments the pig could use. Adding Allison increased it tenfold. Experience, however, told her that the two had different styles. While the pig preferred to make her pets know their place underneath her boot with authoritarian presence and casual manhandling, the rabbit delighted in making her toys scream regardless of their so-called station. Rebecca loved both, but never experienced them together at once.

The screech of wood against the floor shook Rebecca's core as Helga got up. The pig towered behind her, breasts pressing against her back as thick hands reached around and held her tits. She bit her lips at the touch, knowing not to speak out of turn. Her mistress said nothing, continuing to physically inspect her like a piece of meat. Property to be used as she saw fit.

One strong hand wrapped around her throat. Rebecca's breath stayed still at the pig's snort. Only seconds passed but the pitbull swore they stood there for an eternity before those strong fingers clasped her hair bun and she led to the basement door and then down the steps. The wood creaked under their shared weight until her bare feet hit the cool rubber mats of the pig's homemade dungeon.

Knowing to keep her head down, Rebecca closed her eyes to take in the scents of the playspace. Leather, latex, and cold steel from support beams in the room. Experience taught her that each wall held a myriad of toys, with whatever was missing being found in a chest or cabinet off to the side. "Stay here, don't turn," Helga commanded, letting go of the girl's hair. Rebecca opened her eyes to meet a corner.

Pointed ears perked at the sound of a zipper behind her. "Wow, I didn't know you had something like that," Amethyst said, amazed.

"What, these?" Allison answered, "I prefer zip-ups to buckles. Though they were a bitch to find in my size." With a soft chuckle, she added, "I do love these straps you have. Taking after Helga?"

"I'm still experimenting. I don't wanna go full femme." Amy said.

Helga snorted, "Nothing wrong with full femme."

"Says the woman who's never worn a skirt in the years I've known her." Allison chided.

They continued to talk and tease one another while Rebecca tried not to imagine what they wore, knowing reality would beat her fantasy. Like a good girl, a good slave, she followed her owner's command despite every urge to break it. She wasn't a brat like her other mistress. Not out of fear that the rebellion could scare them but because it felt right to obey. To be put in her place by someone she trusted. Someone who cherished her submission to the fullest even as they pretended to see the pitbull as little more than dirt on their shoe.

"Close your eyes," Helga commanded upon her return, "Don't open until I say so." Directed by her hair, Rebecca took blind steps until the woman made her stop. "Hold your hands out." At the command, her hands shot out. Allison laughed somewhere in the room, commenting on her eagerness as powerful hands grabbed her wrists and anchored them to opposite points above her head. Booted feet kicked her legs out for a spreader bar to be latched, wide enough that only her chastity belt shielded her crotch. From footsteps, she could tell Helga walked off to face her front, no doubt standing with the other two dominants in the room. "Open your eyes."

Three women stood before her. Three of the most important women in her life dressed in different outfits that presented the same role. Her betters, her dominants, her mistresses and her owners. Rebecca's nubby tail swung from side to side as her eyes drank in each woman.

The white rabbit dressed herself in a black leather corset that propped up her breasts. Her long locks hung over her neck with her ears folded over. Long latex gloves covered her arms from the tips of her fingers to her elbows. She wore nothing over her crotch, letting black stiletto boots with zippers cover her large feet. A playful but sadistic smile crossed her lips as she winked to the bound pitbull. Giddy goosebumps riddled Rebecca over the torture that would be inflicted.

Opposite of her in position and fashion stood a pig in a strap leather harness and vest that accentuated years of weightlifting and hard labor. Her muscular arms bulged while she adjusted fingerless gloves. Her favorite black peaked cap sat atop her graying black hair, giving Helga an air of authority matched only by the heavy leather boots at her feet. Assless chaps covered her legs but her pussy stayed bare. A true leather woman, smirking with pride at the pitbull's blush.

Standing between them, last but not least, was a vole in a mixture of butch and femme. Her green-dyed halfcut fit with the straps over her chest, exposing a pair of breasts with nipple rings. Each was wide enough for Helga to pull with the crux of her finger. Unlike the other two women, Amethyst covered her crotch with a short latex skirt. Only a small patch of her tan fur could be seen between the garment and the thigh-high black buckle-adorned leather boots.

"I thought she was gonna kiss our boots?" Allison asked Helga.

The pig blinked, then grumbled with a shake of her head, "Fuck, I got caught in the moment."

The rabbit laughed, "It's alright, we can have her do it later. Not really into foot worship anyhow, despite my husband's talented fingers."

There was some comfort in knowing they made a mistake. It reminded Rebecca that her lovers were still people, flawed even as they pretended to be goddesses before her bound body. Amethyst's indigo eyes stayed on the pitbull as the two older women bantered. She held out her hand to the pig, "I think I should do the honors, Mama."

Helga smiled while Allison's face soured. The pig fished a small key, Rebecca's key, out and handed it to the vole. Taking it, Amethyst walked over to Rebecca only to pass her by. "Something is missing," the vole mused aloud, "Just what could our little cuckpuppy be missing?"

"Cuckpuppy?" Allison's brow piqued with interest, "How'd she get that name?"

She sank into her neck as Helga laughed, "Oh, she's got a few. Cuckpuppy's her favorite since she enjoys watching me and Amy play around. It's adorable seeing her paw at her chastity belt."

"Huh..." Allison scratched her chin, smiling at the thought, "Now that you mention it, she did love it when I had Jack fuck me on top of her a while back. She's quite the humiliation whore."

The bunny's playful tone made Rebecca tighten her throat. Thick leather latched around it from behind, her play collar. "She is, yes," Amethyst said, fishing the leather tongue through its metal clip. Its weight hung at her neck while soft hands traveled up her sides, fingers tip-toeing like spiders until holding the pitbull's breasts. "I don't think we've found a limit to how low she'll go. Slut, tell me, what's the longest you've been locked for?"

"A month, Mistress," Rebecca spoke with deep and haggard breaths. The vole playfully squeezed her tits in response, pressing her own against the Pitbull's back as she whispered.

"Really? That's the longest?" Amy asked, "We've done longer, haven't we?"

Rebecca shook her head, "We tried but..."

"Oh," Amy dropped her tone for a second, "Right, well, reality can't help but rear its ugly head." She let go of her slave's tits to grab her chin from behind, "Ignoring that, have you been locked for very long?"

Rebecca tried to not but her mistress's hand kept her steady, "Yes, mistress."

"Do you think you deserve to be let out?"

"No, Mistress."

Allison covered her lips in feigned shock. Helga raised her brow but still smiled. Amethyst asked, "Why do you think that?"

"I haven't earned it."

"And what do you need to do to earn it?"

The question hit her harder than any punch. Rebecca, in truth, didn't care about earning release. She saw it as a gift, something she'd freely given use of to the two women she let own her in the bedroom. No matter how much she missed masturbating there was something better about it coming from people she loved. "I...I don't know. It's whenever you two feel like it," she said.

"Oh my lord, she is precious." Allison nudged Helga with her elbow, "Where do you find these girls?"

Amethyst stepped up and grabbed the pitbull's face with both hands. Their lips touched, and the vole's tongue slipped past to wrestle her pet to submission. Rebecca shuddered with glee, breathing her mistress's breath and drinking her saliva like nectar, mewling as the woman broke away. Taking the key, Amy sank it inside the shield between Rebecca's legs and twisted.

Rebecca's body shivered at her exposure. Her arousal dripped over the floor, enough to know she'd clean it with her tongue later.

On her tip-toes, Amy hugged Rebecca's neck. "All three of us are going to have our fun with you," the vole whispered, gently gnawing at the pitbull's fur, "Allison's told us how much of a masochist you are. While I'm not one to delight in hurting, our Mistress wanted to give you a little treat for being a good girl. Are you ready?"

Hands clenched and toes curled, Rebecca nodded. Amethyst gave one more kiss before stepping away for Helga. The rip of velcro filled the air as her pig mistress readjusted fingerless mixed-martial arts gloves. Heart pounding in her chest, she watched the older woman's knowing smile. "It's been a long time since I had a proper punching bag. Still don't, but you'll make do. Ready?"

She nodded with bitten lips. The older woman held her head for a moment, staring Rebecca down with those emerald green eyes of hers. For a second she saw concern and care over the pig's face. The emotions she hid whenever putting on the mask of indifferent dominance. Even as Helga's smile faded Rebecca knew the pig would take every precaution to keep her safe underneath an illusion of torture.

Rebecca held her tongue as a cold spongy glove grabbed the underside of her left tit. Helga squeezed it firm as she propped it up. A closed fist bashed her tender breast. She clenched her teeth at the next strike and the one after, tensing her breaths throughout the pig woman's pummeling. It ached as Helga let go to start the right tit.

Every cold leathery impact came restrained, slow, and deliberate. Each to sell the idea of a punch instead of a reality. Rebecca winced all the same, struggling through the slow creeping aftershock of thuds pulsed through her chest. Satisfied with the chest, Helga dragged her padded knuckles down the dog's stomach, stopping at the girl's crotch. Rebecca swung with a push, the pull of taut chains mixed with her straining breath.

Another swing. Rebecca grunted against the cold strike. The soft punch carried enough force to have her sway back, leading her into the next strike. A hand wrapped around her throat, keeping her from keeling over at the third strike. Helga hit lower every time, slowly turning the girl's suppressed grunts into pitiful yelps with the walloping of her privates.

"Fuck!" The pitbull cried out against the solid strike at her cunt. Her legs tried to close. The spreader bar impeded them. Her mistress struck again, earning another swear from the hanging canine.

"She's quite a talkative punching bag," Allison noted, her back facing them as she inspected the impact tools hanging from Helga's wall. "Not gonna shut her up?"

Helga let Rebecca answer with another pitched squeak. She'd never been hit in the crotch before. It hurt more than she expected. Like an intense stomach ache centered in a spot a third the size. A wet slapping sound echoed over the room with her grunts. She'd lost feeling in her legs by the time her mistress stopped.

"Filthy too," Helga smeared her drenched knuckles over Rebecca's chest. "I can make do with that. So long as it can clean its mess." She smelled her arousal over the glove pushed into her face. Without prompt she licked it off, giving the black glove a saliva-drenched sheen. Helga smiled but said nothing more, stepping aside for Amy.

Delicate digits tested the numbness. Rebecca found it wanting. Her stomach quivered at the touch by reflex more than desire. Amethyst said nothing, preoccupying her mouth with Rebecca's tight nipples. The warmth of her tongue and the edges of her teeth mixed pleasure with pain twice over.

"Did you like being her punching bag?" Amethyst whispered close. Rebecca nodded with closed eyes, sinking into the warmth of her mistress's breath. "Good. Good. Miss Allison is up next. Are you ready?" Again she nodded. Amethyst stopped her by the chin and shoved her thumb over her tongue, "I need you to say it."

"Yes, Mistress."

She smiled as she let go, bowing to the white rabbit taking her spot. With a smile, Allison bent the thin rattan cane between both her hands. "How's your titties feel after that wallop?" the older woman asked.

A throbbing numb pain pulsed from her breasts. The rabbit cut Rebecca's attempt to explain short with a twist and pull of her left nipple. "Be a dear and hold this." She put the tool between her playmate's maw so both hands could torment the girl's chest. Rebecca's harsh breaths turned to grinding grunts against the wood.

"My, my, these are just so sensitive." Allison cooed. Rebecca fell as forward as her restraints allowed. The rabbit pulled her up by her nipples, "Aww, is my favorite masochist trying to run away? You're breaking my heart."

"No Ma'alm," the rod garbled her words. "I'm shorry, if won't-"

"Shh," a finger braced her open lips, "Shush dear. If I wanted an apology I would have asked. I know your body wants to run. It'd be unhealthy if it didn't. But that's what the chains are for." Taking the rod back, Allison tilted the pitbull up by her chin and faced her forward to the other two women looking on. Helga crossed her arms and Amethyst hooked herself into them, both smiled.

"Now, why don't you keep your chest out so I can enjoy your sweet voice?" Knowing the bunny made no requests in play, Rebecca straightened her back and pushed her chest out. Allison rewarded her with the sweet sting of the cane across her tits.

The cane swished through the air like a blade, cracking all over Rebecca's once-athletic body. She still exercised, but her thighs had grown bigger since giving up fighting. Perfect targets for the bunny's sadistic glee. Breasts, thighs, arms, hands, and her ass. If the soles of her feet were exposed, Rebecca knew Allison would leave thin red lines across them.

No scream carried despair. There was a reflexive 'stop' and the word 'no' thrown about, but Rebecca never uttered her safeword. She loved it too much to stop. Each hit sent endorphins through her body like gas to flame.

Helga humiliated her by turning her into a tool. Amethyst tempted and teased her with her own touch. Allison hurt her as they both craved.

A pair of deep breaths filled the air when Allison finished, hers and Rebecca's. The rabbit turned to the other dominants, thumbing to the hanging pitbull. "Ok, tag in. I need a drink."

"Mini-fridge is stocked," Helga pointed to a black box in the far corner. "Get her one too, she needs it."

Rebecca wanted to disagree but fell silent at the vole's gaze. A radiance emanated from the punk goddess who deigned to take the pitbull's leash. Both hands cradled the head of the shared object of torment for the three women. "How are you feeling?" she asked with a whisper.

"Hurt...aching..." the dog's lips curled, "close..."

Amethyst blinked, taken aback, "Really? I thought Allison was kidding about that."

"Nope," Rebecca shook her head, "Wish she kept going."

"I don't. We can't have you finished before the second round."

Her tail wagged and her ears perked. "Second round?"

With a nod and soft finger teasingly crossing the pitbull's lower lips, Amethyst whispered, "Second, third, fourth, until we're all too tired."

Hours passed by as the three women played with her. The porcine powerhouse continued to pummel her softly. When that proved too much she switched to rough handling of her body. A clap on her cunt there, a tight squeeze from her arm around the girl's neck, or even just using her mouth like a spit receptacle. She took joy in taking possession of Rebecca's maw, holding her fingers down the girl's throat until she started to gag for air.

Amy would come afterward. Her light touch acted as an oasis in the desert of pain and humiliation. The vole suckled the pitbull's breasts, nipped at her neck, and ran fingers across the newest markings over the dog's body. She always kept her lips at a distance, the taste of her standing out of reach no matter how much the bound girl begged.

Allison then followed with new torments. From canes, single-tailed whips, and even electrical tools, the rabbit made Rebecca sing a ballad of entangled pleasure and pain. Her cheery and motherly tone never dropped despite it all, proof her attitude wasn't a mask to hide her sadism.

Amy would step in before Helga's next turn and so the cycle repeated. They gave her water between breaks but didn't unbind her at Rebecca's request. She wanted to be their prisoner, their slave, and their victim for as long as possible. Even as her legs struggled to keep standing she would not wish it to end.

The three had their limits. At Helga's latest turn, she held her masochist pet steady by her neck, "Last round, mutt. What do you want?"

Body aching, she looked up to the emerald green eyes of her porcine better and licked her lips. "Anything?"

With affection, Helga wiped the tears from Rebecca's eyes. The onslaught forced her to weep, drenching her cheeks with tears of agonizing ecstasy. "Anything."

Rebecca gulped and eyed Amethyst from across the room. The vole leaned back against a cement wall, water bottle in one hand as the other twisted the cap on and off. "I want..." her next words came breathlessly.

"What's that?" Helga leaned in, propping up an ear, "Speak up."

Throat tight, lips curled painfully and the blush on her face mixing with the red of palm strikes, Rebecca spoke, "I want mistress Amethyst to eat me to finish."

Helga's head shot back, her eyes going wide. For a split second, Rebecca's ears dropped. That was too much to ask of her betters. Amy's tongue belonged to the pig and was one of the many reasons Rebecca often found the shield between her legs. Then an insidious smile crossed the pig's face.

"Ok," Helga whispered, "I'll figure someone else out for your birthday," with a turn of her head she shouted, "Amy, over here. On your knees," she pointed to the floor before them. "Allison, help me get her down."

The two women carried Rebecca's weary body to the floor. In the corner of her eyes, she saw the vole eagerly gnaw her lip. Legs were patted apart, exposing the dog's glistening folds for everyone to see. Though she was still her mistress, Amy had dropped all pretenses of dominance at Helga's command. She waited with trained patience as the pig held her hair and pointed to the waiting cunt. "Your bitch wants your tongue. You don't stop until I take you off. Understand?"

"Yes, Mama," Amy said breathlessly. Helga smiled. She pushed her punk-dressed slut after one more heavy tongue-wrestling kiss. Rebecca's tail struggled to wag against her own wait as the vole's pink nose drew closer. She swore light reflected off of her mistress's tongue stud at the moment she opened her maw.

Pink lips and a humid wave of desire caught her attention. Helga kneeled over Rebecca, pussy spread and over her lips. Thick fingers grabbed her scalp, "Just because you're getting a treat doesn't mean you can't be useful. Might as well see if my cuntrag gave you any pointers. Get to work."

Her tongue lapped where it could as Amy sank past her lower lips. The vole's tongue stud dragged with every second she explored. It's cool metal failing to sizzle the heat from within. Whenever she gasped Rebecca took a mouthful of the pig's scent. Her distractions were met with chiding and a tighter grip to remind the dog of her purpose, reward or otherwise.

A flogger snapped across her bare chest. Helga's crotch muffled the dog's grunts. Allison's comments were lost thanks to the porcine woman's thick thighs dampening the noise. The impact of each leather tail echoed across her body like a drum, mixed with Amethyst's technique and Helga's forceful hold.

She couldn't hold out. Tired limbs kicked out at the first wave of her orgasm. Amethyst's tongue paused at the eruption, continuing after the burst died down. Helga lifted off to let Rebecca breathe and gave her a chance to end it. She asked for none, not save the third body-shaking wave that left her paralyzed from exhaustion.

"Can you get up?" Helga asked, dropping her domineering persona for now. Rebecca nodded, "Are you hurt?" After a pause, she added, "In any place that shouldn't be hurting?"

"Nope." Rebecca's pain was sweet and intended all over her body. Nothing but aches and sensitive red lines underneath her fur and muscles.

Allison hoisted the girl's legs onto her lap, "I think she's a bit too tuckered out. I'll keep an eye on her while you two finish up."

Helga blushed and Amy looked up to her with an impish grin. "We don't need to," the pig said, eyeing Rebecca, "It wouldn't be fair to-"

"Helga, look at her," Allison pinched Rebecca's cheeks, "The girl's smiling harder than a kid in a candy store. Besides, she's the cuckpuppy, ain't she?"

The leather sow looked between Allison, Rebecca, and Amy three times, clenching and easing her fists as she calmed her breathing. Nodding, she grabbed the vole by her green hair and led her across the dungeon. Amy crawled along, happily shaking her ass until it was too far out of sight unless Rebecca raised her head. The pitbull wasn't sure she could.

"I can give you a wand if you'd like, help ease off as they go at it," Allison said, stroking the girl's hair. Rebecca shook her head just as she heard Helga's breaths rise from across the room. The wet kiss of her first pet against her cunt echoed off the pitbull's cropped ears.

"You sure?" she asked, "You're looking pretty red, and not in the pained way."

"It's fine..." Rebecca said, closing her eyes to bask in the sound, "Though I could use a massage. Like what you're doing now, ma'am."

The rabbit chuckled, "Honey, you can just call me Allison now."

She could, but Rebecca didn't want the illusion to end.