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Teasing, as Helga came to learn, was an art form. Chains rattled from the bound pitbull kneeling at the side of their bed. Her mouth was stuffed with a crimson ballgag and her eyes locked on where the pig's fingers pressed and prodded. Meanwhile, her favorite vermin struggled to keep her legs open, neck clenched tight by the swine's flexing bicep.

"See this?" Helga said softly, spreading Amy's pussy wide. "See how it drips with just my touch? This is mine." A quick smack made her young girlfriend squeak, which in turn made the pig chuckle before nipping her neck. "This cunt and the bitch that it's attached to belong to me and me alone. The fact that you get to see it is nothing less than a blessing from me. Is that understood?"

Rebecca nodded without her eyes wavering. Her nubby tail wagged plenty. Helga could tell by the force of the canine's hips. Amy took a deep breath to speak up, only for her mistress's strong hands to clasp her open maw by the bottom and weigh against her tongue. "Did I say you could talk?" Her whisper, though playful, carried a hint of menace. From how the vole's body quivered in her grasp, Amy didn't seem to mind.

The garbled response demanded another cunt slap that Helga happily gave. The echo and squeal filled the room, followed by the bed creaking as Amethyst's legs tried to close in against her wishes. Quickly, Helga locked her own legs over the naked slave's, keeping them nice and spread as her bitch sank into her chest.

"These tits," Helga grabbed the vole's breasts, squeezing and massaging them as she spoke. "Are mine. That's why I had them pierced. Aren't they pretty?" She looped a finger between each golden ring and pulled just until her captive started to squeal. "Big enough to latch a leash to if I wanted." And she had, though they had little they could go by it.

A small thread of drool seeped past Rebecca's gag. She wanted to whine, Helga could tell just from the look in her blue eyes. But she was a good dog, despite Amy's dogshit training. She was an eager sub, one who'd do just about anything to feel the pressure of a boot against her head from someone loving. And tonight, Helga planned to abuse that power. It made her both sick and excited to see the results, so she laid it all thicker and grabbed Amy's tongue.

"But this part? This is my favorite. Her pussy's always ready for me, and her tits needed just one little modification for my liking. The tongue, however, needed a lot of work. Sure, she's still a bigmouth. Playing up her bratty nature until I get a nice gag to shut her up. But I didn't invest all that time training her tongue to never use it, and if I had to give this slut any praise, it's that she's the best muffdiver I've ever had." There was more to praise, but they had to stay in character.

Like the excited puppy she was Rebecca nodded with each truth Helga uttered. She didn't just know her place but relished it. So much that the lips behind her gag curled up as the pig spoke the next sentence. "To you, she's your mistress. The woman whose feet you'll happily trot behind before worshiping them on command. You've given yourself freely to her, body and soul. What does that make you to me, hmm? How would you describe yourself as being the bitch of my bitch?"

Rebecca's answer was garbled by her gag. Helga didn't care, the question was rhetorical. "You're a gnat. A flea. Some little lost puppy that's just adorable to torment while I play with what's mine. You're lucky I love desperate girls, else I'd keep you out of sight whenever I made my pretty bitch scream."

Her masochistic puppy's ears never dropped despite each insult. It kept Helga going, empowering each little taunt to hit the girl just where she wanted. Meanwhile, the vole in her arms cooed soft breaths as the pig casually fingered her. Occasionally she silenced the vermin with a wet fingertip, keeping her on edge as she'd practiced so many times. Best of all, her precious punk wore no restraints save for the untethered studded collar around her neck, leaving her to struggle in the sow's muscular arms.

"Think she could do this?" Helga whispered loud enough for Rebecca to hear. Amethyst bit her lower lips as she shook her head. That earned her cunt another slap. "Talk when I ask you a question."

"S-She can't, Mommy," Amy said with a mischievous but guilty grin across her face.

"And why's that?" Helga asked.

"Your fingers are too good."

The pig made a buzzer sound and clapped the cunt again. "Not the right answer." Though Amy wasn't wrong. She didn't spend years with flings and partners to not know where to touch. "Come on now, Amy. You know the real answer. Momma wants to hear you say it."

The vole's lips remained shut until Helga stopped toying with the ones between her legs. "Ok, ok. I haven't been training her." She admitted with a burned pink face.

"That's right," Helga pinched her girlfriend's clit. "You've been lazy, forcing me to clean up after the mutt's little mistakes. So until her little challenge is finished, you're gonna be the carrot to my stick. Or rather, the bone."

At her whistle, Rebecca's eyes shifted up to notice Helga's emerald green glare. "Ok my cute little cuck, do you want this brat's cunt?" Of course that earned the most enthused nod from the cuckpuppy. "Good. Then here are my terms. Ace your next test, and you'll get to pleasure it. Don't? Say goodbye to teasing it. Failure? Well, I might just need to drag your bed out of our room."

Though she wasn't a sadist, Helga found a small rush run through her as the pitbull's ears went flat. She knew every panicked thought behind those wide blue eyes. Denial of what the pig said slowly turned into confirmation then desperation and fear. She didn't plead, a shame since gagged girls make the best noises. Rebecca just knew her place. Right on the bottom of all three.

Amy, at the mercy of Helga's fingers, smiled and craned her head back. "Is that all? You act like it's a big deal losing out on her. She's barely above my own toys."

Normally Helga wouldn't stand to hear someone mocking who she cared for, but the red flush and wagging nubby tail of Rebecca said enough. Still, Amy's attitude called for another wet slap, turning that moist cunt of hers pink and throbbing. Her teeth gnawed into the vole's neck as two fingers flicked the bean.

Breathless grunts seeped from the vole. "T-That's it...more..."

"Are you ordering me?" Helga whispered with a growl.

"N-No, I'm j-just...fuck...just telling you I'm...I'm close."

She knew that. Amy always twitched hard before the dam broke. It made bondage fun. "Do you deserve to cum?"

Whether too caught up in her ecstatic stupor or being her bratty self, Amy answered with a resounding, "Yes!" and a furious head nod.

"Oh? And why's that?" Helga asked.

Her pet's pause did not have respite from Helga's touch. Words died on her tongue with every flick, drag, and prod until Amy's sentence took all the breath out of her. "You want to show her my place. H-How I'm just your plaything." Her head kicked back, "Please, I can't hold back."

She stopped. Strings of her conquest slid off her fingertips but there was no orgasm to be had. Amy deflated in her arms. Helga cuddled her closer, "Oh, I don't need to get you off to prove that. You're not gonna get off until Cuckpuppy here brings home an A."

Whatever complaints Amy had Helga muted with a snap of her fingers. "Cuckpuppy, up." At her command, Rebecca climbed up the bed. Unlatching the ballgag with her free hand, Helga hovered her wet fingertips over the girl's nose. "Do you agree with this deal?"

"Yes, Mistress." The pitbull muttered softly, eyes on her.

"Good girl," she praised, pressing a finger to the waiting lips. "Now give Amy a kiss. The last one you'll be giving for a while." Rebecca lapped it up with reverence.

***

Rebecca hit the books hard. In the kitchen, the living room, and the car when either Helga or Amy drove her to campus, the pitbull was snout-deep in a textbook studying. At first, the pig woman worried her stunt might backfire, primarily because she shouldn't be withholding sex in the first place. Not that she actually would. Helga planned to just use a blindfold on the pitbull girl if she didn't get an A next time.

So, like any responsible head of a house, Helga decided to have fun with this. Her girlfriends were belted outside of play anyway but she never made an effort to tease them around the house. Preferring to be blunt with people, flirting and seduction were tools she'd left out to rust long before meeting either of them.

Now she deliberately wore short sleeves as the weather cooled so her tattoos and muscles could feel the air. Inside the pig swapped to her bra so her back muscles could be shown off. Any opportunity to lift something that required a smidge of effort she took, always within eyesight of her pretty playthings.

Their faces flushed with pink but that's all they shared. Rebecca turned bashful and hid herself in books. Meanwhile, Amy scowled and crossed her arms as though ready to chastise her girlfriend. Helga waited for it, even bending down to perk an ear, but all the vole did was puff up and glare, pink as a newborn.

"How do you already have it figured out?" Helga heard Amy ask from the kitchen. Already sitting comfortably against her couch and watching TV, she knew the question wasn't for her. Curiosity however told her to peer inside. There her two favorite ladies were hunched over a table filled with enough books and paper that the pig got flashbacks of her community college days.

Rebecca shrugged, looking surprisingly alert for someone with baggy eyes. "It kind of felt obvious after a while. I hated fighting but I liked exercising, and I know a lot about it, more now thanks to my classes. Mrs. Davis being a nurse did help a little."

"Mrs. Davis?" Amy asked.

"Allison,"

"Oh. Her last name is Davis?" Amy asked.

Rebecca said what Helga was thinking, "You don't know? You've known her longer than me."

"And I know all of Helga's friends by their first names cause that's what she calls them. At least, that's how I remember them. I'm not exactly formal." The vole slumped backward into her chair, head limply hanging so the half of her headfur that wasn't buzzed trailed down. A heavy sigh escaped her puffed chest, deflating it back to the skinny beanpole she was. "What the hell am I going to do?"

"I'm sure you'll find something you like."

Amy shrugged, "That's the other struggle. I'm just watching TV when I get home. Every hobby I have tried has just, bleh." She tossed a pencil to the table, keeping her finger pointed at it as it rolled off and hit the floor with a clack. "Like that."

"I don't know what that means."

"Exactly." Amy popped a finger gun in the pitbull's direction. "Ignoring the idea that I probably shouldn't monetize what I love, I just can't think of anything I'd like to do for a career or a hobby. I can't be a barista until I'm forty."

"Pretty sure you'd be a manager by then."

"I'd sooner use the tag for kindling in the storefire than wear it." Her tone didn't convince Helga Amy to do it, but her glazed eye glare told Helga she thought about it on more than one occasion. The service industry hadn't gotten any better since the pig flipped burgers in Ohio.

"What about starting a-"

Amy raised her palm midway through Rebecca's suggestion. "Sex work may be work but it's not something I want to do. Plus I could lose my job if it gets found out, like that one teacher."

"Which teacher?"

The vole shrugged. Helga couldn't blame her. There had been so many stories about teachers or nurses losing their jobs because they did porn on the side. Often noted that their side gig made more money than their actual job. Depressing thoughts about the economy and the lack of respect paid to essential workers aside, Helga slipped into her kitchen with a finger on her lip to shush Rebecca.

Amy continued to vent. "Like, could I make some decent bank off of it? Probably. Jewel could help me set up a rig and everything. But then I'd have to interact with people online and I get enough creeps on Fetlife."

She jumped when Helga grabbed her shoulders, squealing at the sudden kiss with her eyes wide in shock. Bewildered grunts turned to soft moans once the pig broke away. For a second those beautiful violet eyes looked like they'd forgotten everything she'd just said. Helga felt the same, but only for a second.

"This is why I don't use Fet," Helga smiled, pulling out a chair opposite of Rebecca but next to the vole. "All the people I want to talk to know my phone. The last time I answered messages on Fet I was flooded with guys who either thought they could not make me a lesbian, didn't care, for the wrong reasons, that I was one, and tried to make it about them. You're better off ignoring the feature, if not the website."

"We'd miss out on the parties," Amy said.

In response, Helga pulled out her phone and pretended to talk to Allison. "Hey, Allison, any parties happening this weekend? Rope class? Sure, I'd love to go. Let me check with Amy and Rebecca to see if they can make it." As fun as being a brat was, Amy's beady eyes told her it was enough.

"You don't need to decide now." Helga reached for her girlfriend's paw, "Nor do you, but I'm happy you've found something you want to do." Rebecca clutched hers tight. Never in her lifetime did she expect to be in a relationship closer than her gang. They were younger than her, so much so that some days the pig looked at herself in the mirror and asked herself if she was a bad person. Supposedly the rule for dating below your age was seven plus half your age. Neither of her partners fit that criteria. For fucks sake, Helga could legally adopt Rebecca if she wanted. An idea that grew more discomforting and somehow still sweet.

"You're both young. I know there's a lot of pressure to get your shit together in your twenties." There always was in Helga's experience, but social media wasn't as strong when her biker gang hit the road. She could ignore the thousands of people supposedly succeeding at life while she survived by the skin of her jacket. "I didn't get a college education until I was in my early thirties. I didn't have a house, as small as this one is, until I was thirty-four. And I'm lucky. Getting a place like this as a single person was nuts and the only support network I had was as poor as me."

Rebecca beamed. Amy looked away. She gently nudged the girl's chin to face her, "And don't let having a better network make you feel like you need to rise above all of us. The goal in life is to be happy, it's that simple."

She hoped it got through to them. If not, well, Helga decided to change the topic as an excuse to stay at the table. "What are you all studying anyway?"

"Amy's helping me with my math." Rebecca pushed a notebook over with vague scribblings. Upon closer inspection, the pig realized the pitbull's handwriting perfectly fit a doctor's in its illegibility. Every one and seven looked the same. What numbers she could read shamed Helga with the knowledge that she needed to pull out a calculator.

In her defense, she saved math for taxes.

"Oh...ok," Helga's confidence slipped out of her like a deflating balloon. "Do you two need any help or-"

"We're good," Amy patted her girlfriend's arm, "Really. Thanks for the talk." Leaning in, the vole whispered, "I'm gonna be too braindead to cook tonight. Pizza?"

***

Rebecca had the biggest smile on her face when Helga picked her up. She didn't need to ask the redhead anything. It all came out like a flood when she sat down. "I got the top of my class."

"That's awesome."

"You don't understand. I got the top," Rebecca paused to let that fact settle in. Helga knew enough about the pitbull's old life to know she wasn't the best student. Having a father spend all your after-school hours training in MMA didn't give one much time to study. Though she passed her classes Helga worried part of it had something to do with some low inner city standards to keep her from wasting taxpayer money. But she didn't know the legislature for education at all nor her girlfriend's submissive's old grades.

Rebecca rambled on and on throughout the car ride. First about the test with a play-by-play of how she worked out the answers. Nodding absently, Helga hadn't noticed the conversation shift until Rebecca asked, "So, when does Amy get off her shift?"

"I don't know, an hour?" The vole's schedule was never solid. "Why?"

A devious grin crossed the pitbull's face. "Oh, then I guess we'll need to entertain ourselves until she's ready, won't we?"

Helga squinted at the pitbull only for her eyelids to spring open. "Right! Right. Your reward." Rebecca gave a full-body nod in her seat. "No, no yeah she'll be thrilled. But,"

"But?"

"But I don't want you thinking this is what we'll be doing now. It's not like you're a child and I'm getting you ice cream for every good grade here. Granted, I did imply that but that was largely in the spirit of the moment."

The mewl of disappointment or growl of discontent didn't come. That cheeky grin never left Rebecca's face. "Oh, I know. But I texted Amy about this earlier."

"Then why did you ask me when her shift ended?"

"To make sure you were paying attention."

Helga couldn't fault her for that. "Ok, ok. I'll think of something to keep us busy until she gets home." She already had ideas bouncing around her head, each varying in the best torment for the pretty pitbull. "Remind me, what's your safeword?"

"Watermelon." Rebecca's ears perked with her smile. They both knew it by heart. Helga never started play unless it was stated first. Submission was given.

Turning off to the road and parking, Helga reached over to press Rebecca against the seat as she opened the glove compartment. She didn't normally keep toys in her car, but sometimes situations called for a little spice.

"You're going to wear this until I say so." Helga strapped a cheap blindfold over the eager eyes. Wrists were pulled through the seatbelt. She didn't tie them, too dangerous for short notice. Rebecca's shudder told her it didn't matter.

At every stop, she'd fondle a part of the pitbull. A hand on her thigh, a tense grip of her breasts over her clothes, or a gentle but firm petting of her scalp. Once home and hidden from prying eyes by her garage, Helga led the pittie downstairs by her neck like a prisoner, breaking character to keep her partner safe while descending the stairs.

"Clothes off." Helga's command came swiftly. Rebecca followed without worry, still blindfolded as she discarded her clothes into a pile over the rubber-matted floors. Bare of everything save her chastity belt, Rebecca stood waiting for the next command. Helga didn't issue one, instead taking the pitbull's hands and latching them over her head from the chains above.

Though Amy owned Rebecca's key the vole had Helga carry. She didn't need it, both belts had the same lock and key combo. The metal popped off with a twist. Helga felt the air moisten as the belt fell from between the pitbull's legs.

Helga slapped her forehead. "Well, fuck. I forgot the most important piece." She laughed then grabbed a heavy black leather collar from a hanging hook. Rebecca raised her chin at the leather's touch, holding her breath until it was latched onto her.

"How are we feeling?" Helga pressed the back of her hand against the pitbull's chin. "Hmm?" Rebecca mumbled breathlessly, stammering and panting to the madness that Helga ceased with her thumb against that quivering bottom lip. "Use your words, Cuckpuppy."

"G-Good. Good, mistress."

"Good." Helga patted the cheat then grabbed a Hitachi wand. Pressing it on, she let it whir in front of Rebecca's blindfolded face. Even without her eyes, she could tell where the pig planned on using it.

"We're gonna establish a rule and a nice little game. Tonight, you don't get to cum until Amy does. If you do, well, I'm sure you don't want to ruin your reward." Not that she would, but a good threat helped."So you're going to be honest with me and tell me when you're close. Otherwise, I may push you over the edge too soon. We wouldn't want that, would we?"

She nodded in silence, lips tight and chest shivering. Watching that wet nose of hers twitch made Helga reconsider the nose-piercing talk. Rebecca wanted one specifically so it could be another anchor point. Helga suggested that was a bad idea for that reason, but the image of a polished metal ring bouncing with every breath did give her pause.

Rebecca tensed at the whirring cry of the wand. Easing it in, Helga smiled softly as her plaything inched away from it. "What's wrong?" She whispered, holding the bitch in place by the scruff of her hair, "Don't you want it?"

Her answer came with a cry thanks to the wand's sudden embrace. Rebecca took steady breaths to pace herself while her mistress circled her sensitive bits. Slowly she raised the tempo, using the pitbull's whimpers as a radar for the best spot. "Close. V-Very close."

The wand ceased. Holding it up Helga noted the extra shine across the bulbous head. "Clean this up," the sow ordered, holding the toy before the pitbull's lips. Dutifully she lapped it up, long enough for Helga to start again.

The next hour passed with tormented bliss. Between each pause Helga laid a different torment upon her obedient pup. Biting or twisting her nipples, a flogger or just a heavy-handed slap across the breasts, a weighted but soft punch just above the cunt, biting her neck, spitting in her maw, and the ever-favored slap across the face. Rebecca thanked each one. Periodically, Helga checked to see if that nubby tail stopped wagging. It never did.

Rebecca's legs strained to keep her steady by the time Amy came home. Helga called up to her twice, forgetting that she soundproofed the basement too well. "N-No," the pitbull whispered as the pig clasped the restraints. "Don't untie me, please."

"I can't leave you bound and alone." Helga embraced Rebecca's bruised body as she undid the cuffs, gently bringing her to the floor. "We're not done, not unless you want us to be. Do you want that?" Rebecca shook her head. Helga went to remove the blindfold, Rebecca stopped her. "Let me have this at least, Mistress."

"Sure, I'll spoil you." Helga patted her cheek affectionately then pulled out a water bottle from the nearby cooler. "Drink up. You're gonna need it."

Amy stripped out of her uniform before Helga arrived upstairs. "Where's Rebecca?" she asked, suddenly smiling as she coyly peered over the pig's shoulder. "Oh, did you guys start without me? I'm hurt." Her smile said otherwise.

Seeing the vole's bratty nature coming to the surface, Helga grabbed her girlfriend. Their lips met first, and then Amy's back met the wall, submitting to the sow's strength. "Jeez, you can't even wait, can you?"

"Rebecca's not the only one on the edge for the past hour." Helga pulled Amy's top off. The vole's nipple ring bounced when the bra's cup slipped. She pulled it firm, rubbing the tight nipple underneath. The punk's lip-biting protests begged for more. "First off, what's your safeword? Secondly, how do you want to play this out?"

"Pineapple. Didn't we discuss this?"

Helga's hands squeezed both of the vole's pretty tits. "Of course we did. I just want to know if you want to make any last-minute changes."

"Depends," Amy said with a smirk that begged for a slap, "Can you handle two girls, or should I pick up your slack?"

"So brazen." Helga clasped her girlfriend's mouth and popped it open. She sealed it with another kiss, one demanding to suck everything she could from the bratty that feigned rebellion. "You're lucky I'm so tolerant otherwise I'd keep your smartass shut with a gag. You're cuter with-"

"You're going to quote Nickelback now?"

"What?" Helga pulled back, face red. "I, what? No, it's...fuck." Amy laughed. Helga looped her finger around the D-ring of the girl's collar. Carefully she led her vole back to the basement where Rebecca was sitting up. Still blindfolded, her ears perked up at Amy's giggle. She didn't speak, preferring to follow the noise without leaving her spot.

Stripping Amy down to nothing except her collar, Helga locked her limbs against a bondage bench. Originally that was the only thing she had planned for the vole, but an hour of edging had given the pig nothing but time to add to her plan. "You're going to need to keep your butt raised. Luckily, I found a way to be sure you won't be tired."

The vole wiggled her butt instead of questions. Helga uncoiled two bundles of soft nylon rope. The first she used to tie Amethyst's tail to her collar to keep it from covering her asshole. The second to pull through the loop of the anal hook she slowly inserted inside the punk. Pulling the rope taut, she then tied it around the back of Amy's collar. Keeping the vole's wet pussy arched up for easy access.

"Comfy?" She asked the vole.

"Enough."

After a swift spank that cracked through the air, Helga returned her attention to the girl of the hour. Rebecca eagerly submitted her hands when the sow grabbed her wrists, panting in excitement as Helga turned her arms into useless wings by locking them against her collar. Directing the pitbull with her hands Helga spread her legs wide enough to pull a strap over them, locking it around the girl's waist and pumping the teal blue cock to test its support.

"Do you know what this is?" She pulled Rebecca along by the toy. Either too excited to speak or afraid to break character the pitbull nodded. "I need you to tell me. Come on, cuckpuppy." She nibbled the cropped ear softly while lining the pitbull before Amethyst's cunt.

Staggered breaths and a rapid heartbeat shook her in the pig's hold. She gulped audibly, her voice cracking with her answer. "A, a strap-on, Mistress."

"Good girl." Helga flicked her pet's nipples as a reward. "And do you know what you get to do with it?" Grasping the solid toy, she patted it against the vole's pert ass like a drum. Rebecca shuddered at the edge of desire. "That's right. You get to fuck your brat of a mistress. You might even make her cum."

They both knew that wouldn't happen. Amy never came from penetration unless it was her ass and Helga put in work to make that happen. She had too much fun with strap-ons to avoid using them ever on the vole. Not to mention the fun she had fucking her brat while she failed to cross the dam to floodtown. If Rebecca wanted to bring her mistress there she'd have better luck with her tongue or fingers.

Yet despite the pitched whines, her nubby tail kept wagging. "Am I not generous?" Helga grew loud enough for Amy to hear as she slathered the toy in lube. "You get the perfect reward for all your hard work, and the brat gets to feel good despite pissing me off. Honestly, I should be getting some fucking praise around her."

"T-Thank you," Rebecca squeaked, hands clenched and head down in shame. Helga raised it for a kiss, muffling the pitbull for the wet spank across her ass. "Are you going to take my blindfold off?"

"Did you just tell me what to do?" Helga said with a mix of authority and whimsy.

"No, mistress. I'd never-"

"Good." Helga lined the cocktip against the wet folds, dragging the tip along the slit until she pushed Rebecca in with one hand. "You just need to keep your balance. Try not to pull all the way out. A good fucktoy needs to be useful without their hands."

Amy, being remarkably quiet until now, guided Rebecca with her moans. Helga made sure the pitbull was balanced, feet shoulder-length apart to keep her from falling over. She hunched forward for safety, staying that way as Helga let go.

Though Blinded, Rebecca did her best to keep herself inside. Slow and steady thrusts made for balance and Amethyst's pleasure at the same time. Helga held the leash just in case, turning her attention to the bound vole and her own dropped trousers.

"Can't I-"

"No," Helga stuffed her girl's mouth with her cunt. Any complaints the vole had were superficial once her tongue went to work. The awkward spot hindered her knowledge of Helga's sensitive spots but that didn't stop her. Helga trained her tongue for a reason.

"Such a hungry little whore." With the leash taut at Rebecca's heightened pace, Helga crouched down. She smelled herself on Amy's breath, tongue lolling out and ripe for the taking. "That's what you are, aren't you?" She pressed her finger down against that pink muscle. Amy nodded, rewarded with the pig's saliva spat into her mouth and a firm slap.

"Say it." Helga ordered, keeping stuffing her hand to butcher her vole's words. Every muffled reply earned another spit and slap. Her smile never waivered, but her affirmations turned to begging far too quickly.

"Beg louder so our cuckpuppy can hear you." She looped around just in time for Rebecca to slip out. "What's the matter, you dumb bitch?" The pig laughed, lining the warm and wet toy back against Amy's cunt. "You having a little trouble keeping steady? Does the fucktoy need help?"

She did. The help came with the swing of a leather paddle that cracked against the muscled bum. "Don't stop now. I know you're not tired yet." Helga knew Rebecca could run circles around the both of them for hours if she wanted. Plenty of time to offer help with her paddles, floggers, and groping hands. Slamming her hips against the bucking pitbull turned out to be her favorite. Guiding Rebecca on how to fuck without penetrating her, perfect for the denial slut.

Rebecca's legs gave out before her spirit. Helga caught her mid-hump, nearly crashing behind to the padded floor herself. "Woah there, you alright?" she asked. Rebecca nodded but didn't speak on account of her panting. Helga held her close, long enough to let Rebecca settle down but not so much that she'd leave Amy out to dry.

"Don't stop..." Rebecca spoke, barely above a whisper, "I need...I need..."

"Shh, Cuckpuppy," Helga jeered playfully, "You need what I say you need. And I say you need to listen."

Amethyst's dripping cunt looked delightful as Helga let Rebecca rest. On both knees, not her preferred stance, the pig spread the vole's cunt to let her tongue do what it'd spent her youth perfecting. All the relentless pounding couldn't make her cum but it made the next steps all the easier for the pig, who took special care to tease the clit until the vole screamed and quivered together at once.

Rebecca tasted Amy through Helga's next kiss. Drenched tongues tangled with clasped heads intertwined until she broke away.

"How's it feel?" Helga asked between heavy kisses, "To know you won't make her scream like that? If you get to bed my pet at all." Undoing the strap she slipped her fingers down her plaything's thigh. Just as wet as Amy, if not more.

Rebecca's attempts to speak were adorable. Blubbering at best mixed with tight breaths that grew louder as Helga slipped her finger inside. She wasn't so cruel to prevent the final reward for a job well done, and then some.

"Tell me when you're close," Helga commanded, "Beg me for it."

Not another second passed before she begged. With tears down her cheek, she howled, "Sorry!" as her body convulsed. Always a squirter, Helga noticed the pitbull's juices fly almost a foot away from her, each body shaking cry echoing an apology.

"Shh," Helga ceased her tone but not her fingers, working the pitbull through the orgasm until she had enough. "It's ok, it's ok. You did good."

"I couldn't hold it." Rebecca's bound hands clamored at the pig's arms, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it."

Helga removed the blindfold to see wet and reddened eyes staring back. "It's alright, Rebecca. It's alright." She clutched the girl tight, mucus and slobber pooling down her shift while the pitbull curled up. Not wanting to let go but knowing Amy couldn't stay bound forever the pig stretched out to her limits, pulling out the leather cuff's tongue. The vole slipped out and released herself from the rest then the cuddle.

"Did you have fun?" Helga asked. Rebecca nodded, smiling despite her tears. "Good. We're both proud of you."

"I know," her voice was soft. Tired and cracked.

Amethyst took bottles of water from the basement cooler. Rebecca guzzled hers down. She coughed halfway thanks to swallowing through the wrong pipe. Helga held her back through it all.

"So why didn't you get off?" Amy asked, her finger wrapping through the hanging half of her mohawk.

"Who says I didn't?" Helga said. Neither bought it. She sighed, "I lost track of the flow, ok? Besides, it's not like I need to get off. I like making you both happy." And limiting them to orgasm under her was enough of a high as is. Though the belts would go back on after they cleaned up. Or tomorrow, depending on the mood.

Her two partners eyed each other. Amy's pretty smile grew mischievous while Rebecca's ears perked. Before Helga could speak up the vole crawled over, pressing her lips against the older woman's. Never one to turn down a kiss, Helga got a glint of Rebecca sneaking a pair of hanging cuffs off the wall.

She, conveniently, let them latch across her wrists.

"Cute," Helga clenched her bound fists, yanking at the tight chain more for fun than with any hope of breaking them. They were too expensive to replace anyway. "I hope you both realize that whatever happens, I have the right to do it ten times over."

"That was never in doubt, mommy," Amy said in her teasing tone. Rebecca kneeled before the vole, handing her a Hitachi wand as a knight would their sword to their queen. "If anything, we're counting on it."