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Amethyst had a devilishly creative mind. Helga didn't see it at first, figuring that the vole simply watched a lot of porn to get ideas of things she wanted to try. But what she did to Rebecca, the subbiest pitbull Helga had ever seen. Well, she couldn't help but be impressed. Only the two of them stood in her household dungeon, just her and the quivering pitbull slobbering into that pink gag. She paced around her gimped up pup, eyes darting over the tight latex suit across her body.
"It's a shame Amy had to get to bed early," She cooed, dragging her finger down from the hooded terrier's leather collar to the sleeve binding her arms behind her. "But I suppose that's what happens when you're on weekend opening. But you've got tomorrow off, don't you?" Her leather gloved hands braced Rebecca's muzzle, those soft and wet breaths cascading down them. "And I can't say I'm ready for bed either. You girls have spoiled me too much to just go to bed without a little pleasure."
Rebecca's breathing tensed as Helga's hands traveled down, pinking and poking her suited form. "Did you know I had a personal wand? Much smaller than what I use with you and your sister slave." The pitbull shook her head, struggling to stay still at her dominant's touch. "It's true. It's a bit gentler, more for my own relaxation than torment. Used to use it all the time between bitches. Found it today, and wouldn't you know it, the batteries dead," Helga chuckled to herself. "Seems I'd been using my vole's tongue for so long that I forgot to replace them."
Oh how she shivered. Helga wrapped her pink muscular arms around her gimp, pressing down on those little bitch titties she carried. How wet did it make her, that image of watching her mistress eat Helga out? It had to get her going, Helga had seen Rebecca plenty of times paw pathetically at her cage when she and Amethyst played. Sometimes she wouldn't even allow that, telling the sweet cuckpuppy to just play with her nipples or nothing at all. The sheer denial and humiliation, Rebecca loved it all the same. She wouldn't so happily clean Amy's juices off Helga's strap-on otherwise.
And Helga enjoyed her cute whines.
"They say a lady is nothing without her toys. That's bullshit, but I should take better care of them." She stroked the dildo strapped over Rebecca's chastity belt, hard enough that the pitbull felt every motion against her crotch. "After all, can't have the gang complain about you being too worn." She smiled, watching the pitbull's ears twitch at the idea of being passed around dressed as she was. How fun would that be, letting her gang 'borrow' her fuckdoll for a day or two. Jo might enjoy it, though the bobcat might get too aggressive. With Allison Helga would need to write 'fragile' across Rebecca's suit. Dawn didn't play outside of her mate anymore, and Debby...Helga wasn't sure if Debby would notice.
Then there was Tabitha, but she was always more focused on pitching over catching. "Relax," Helga whispered, "I wouldn't just pass you off. Unless you wanted it. Do you want that?" She pulled Rebecca's headfur back, "Would you want to be a nameless little fuckdoll for a gang of biker dykes? Used up and stashed away until later?"
Oh how she nodded at the question. Helga bit her lips and held her laughter at Rebecca's eagerness. She could see it now, bringing up her gimped up pitbull to the shack and letting the girls have fun with her. They'd probably just have her hold drinks and be a foot rest, but it'd be fun all the same. Course, Helga could make her go through the shield slave process.
No. Amethyst held Rebecca's key, not Helga.
"Well, maybe we can do that." She nibbled softly into the pitbull's neck, "But you'll need to follow directions. Can't just have you thrust away wildly now can we?" Pulling at the leash, Helga directed her gimpy toy to follow her. Not too fast, heels were a bitch to walk in and being blindfolded made it another level of frustration. She made sure to keep the leash slack, and to catch her if Rebecca tripped.
"Good girl," Helga whispered, mopping up her pitbull's drool with a finger. "Now, you're going to stick this," she bobbed the dildo, "Inside of me. And if I say red, you stop. Yellow, slow down. Green is fine. Is that clear?" With a nod from her slave, Helga leaned against the wall and spread her legs. It took a little stretching to line Rebecca right, but she slipped inside and spread her mistress's hole.
She grunted, biting her lip. Rebecca stopped pushing. "I didn't say red," Helga snapped, pulling the leash. "Green. Come on, fuck me." Whining in her gag, the pitbull slowly pushed her hips forward and back, letting the fullness inside her build. While no stranger to penetration, Helga rarely sought it out. Even when she dated Tom there was just something off about it. No, when it came to the fucking, she preferred to be the one thrusting her hips.
Tabitha used to joke about her having penis envy. Helga would admit there was a little truth there.
"Harder," She muttered, pulling at the leash, "Come on. I can take it." Rebecca complied with faster thrusts, eager to make the head of the household proud. Rubbing her clit, Helga panted and swore under her breath. Her pitbull's gagged gasps echoed off the walls, mixing with the squeaking latex and wet fucking. "Red," Helga commanded. She pulled up, and even behind the blindfold and mask she saw her panic. The quivering lips, the way her clipped ears arched, and how her head tilted forward in shame. "Shh," Helga whispered, "You're doing good. I just want to change positions. On your knees."
She wasted no time in laying against her mats, legs spread before the blinded hound. With a quick tug, Rebecca leaned forward, lining the juice glistened cock against Helga's pink pussy. She missed growing it out, but Amethyst wasn't a fan of picking out the hairs off her tongue. The things people do for their lovers. "Green."
Blind and bound, the pitbull pushed past the lips and thrusted with vigor. Helga pulled her down, face to face with that little blindfold reading 'Cuckpuppy' in pink. "Good girl," She whispered, "Good little fuckdoll. Keep going." Her voice heightened. She dragged her tongue across the pink gag, tasting her desperate saliva. How wet was her little bitch? How many of those thrusts were for Helga's pleasure, versus how many were for Rebecca's? From the moans behind the gag as Helga bit her canine's bottom lips, she knew the denial made it all the sweeter.
"Almost there," Helga locked her legs around her gimp's waist. "Keep it up, steady pace." Rebecca's hips didn't falter, youthful energy and determination pumping through the pitbull's veins with every thrust. Helga dug her fingers into the mat, her free hand holding the leash taut. Just a little more, just a little more. "Fuck," She whimpered out. Never a screamer, years of quiet sessions behind thin walls trained her to be silent when the waves surged through her body.
Her fuckdoll didn't stop, riding through the ripples until Helga patted her down. She nestled Rebecca between her breasts, letting the pitbull rest while the toy lazily slipped out. Rebecca's maw strained once she pulled the gag out, stretching for comfort before finally speaking up. "Did I do good, Mistress?"
She nodded, forgetting the girl was blindfolded. "You did good, Rebecca." Helga petted the pitbull's red headfur, "You're a very good girl." They stayed slumped against the mat for what felt like hours. The digital clock on the wall said only five minutes had passed before she started undressing her gimp, letting the pitbull's bluish grey fur breathe once again. The fighter's body was still there, underneath the extra weight she'd put on after giving up that life. Still healthy, still beautiful, but mostly free from burdens.
The kind of girl Helga would have had a one night stand with back in her road warrior days. "You can take the first shower. I'll clean up."
"I'd rather help, Mistress."
Helga pinched her cheek, "Fine. But the session's over, you don't gotta call me that."
Rebecca pouted, "Mistress Amethyst calls you Momma all the time."
"That's 'cause Amy's a brat. An affectionate brat, but a brat all the same." Not that Helga minded the title. She just didn't want titles to be around the house 24/7. She wasn't that into the lifestyle, even if there were days she liked her bitches in hoods when cleaning. Once they wiped down and put everything away in their proper places, the two headed upstairs for the shower. Already naked, they relaxed inside the small bathroom as the steam rose up.
"So...would you actually do that?" Rebecca asked over the roaring water.
"Do what?"
"Borrow me with your friends?" She squirted shampoo into her hands, rubbing it across her headfur and body. "I mean, I'm not, like, insulted at the idea. It's kind of hot. But would you be fine with me playing with others?"
"Didn't you have this talk with Amy? That's how you played with Jo and Allison." Helga helped with her legs, sharing the warm water with the younger lover.
"Yeah, but...well you're more sensitive to sharing. Mist...Amy told me about your experiences."
Helga opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself. Yes, she'd been cheated on before. But she'd also been the bull in plenty of adulterous escapades. When you're in town for just a night, people can get adventurous. "I...would you be insulted if I said I was more sensitive of Amy playing with others than you?" It sounded better in her head. Why it did, she wasn't sure.
Rebecca turned her head around, staring up with blue eyes. "Not really. I already know I'm a third wheel in the relationship."
"It's not like that."
"I don't mean it in a negative way. It's just..." She sighed, "You two were already with each other before you both let me in. I'm grateful for it, and I love you both. But I don't want to hurt your feelings if I want to play with others. And, honestly, it's hot as hell being a playtoy for other people." Rebecca leaned back into Helga, letting the water stream against her scalp and wash away the shampoo, "But I like being your playtoy, and Amethyst's. It's reassuring knowing that I have people I can come back to. I didn't have that before."
She knew that feeling, platonically more than romantically. "I'm not gonna be bothered if you want to play with other people. You'll have a place at the sides of me and Amethyst. So long as you are safe with who you play with."
"So you won't be jealous?"
"I cuck you with Amethyst pretty much all the time."
"Yeah," She giggled, "But I like that. As weird as it is."
She had no room to judge. Helga had two girls nearly half her age sharing her bed after all. "I'll let my friends know that you'd be interested in playing with them. They're not as young as they used to be, so they might not pick up on it." Rebecca nodded with a smile, helping Helga dry off before she did herself.
Teeth brushed, they carefully strode to the bedroom where Amethyst slept. Helga slipped underneath the covers, not wishing to wake her girlfriend right away. Not that it stopped her from kissing the vole's shaved half of her scalp. "Goodnight, Amethyst," She said before turning to Rebecca's little cot on the corner. At one point, she'd need to get a bigger bed for the three of them. But for now, the pitbull was content with her personal bed. "Goodnight, cuckpuppy."
"Goodnight, Mistress."