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Amy gnawed at her gag. A nice wide ball that kept her maw filled, strapped so tight around her head that she couldn’t push it out with her tongue. Just one of the many bindings Helga had put on her that morning. From the tight latex that hugged her face and body, to the cuffs holding her hands behind her. Only the vole’s legs were ‘free’ in the sense that they lacked any restraints. Not that they’d be of use.
“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Helga spoke with a deeper tone than usual. She tried an accent earlier, but Amy couldn’t help but laugh. Stuck in the darkness behind her blindfold, the vole sank against the two fingers and a thumb hooking underneath her chin. “I bet you’ll fetch a fine price at the auction.”
So there was an auction now? Amy bit against her gag to silence her observations. She had a fantasy and damn it, Helga was trying. The vole feigned fear and pulled away into darkness, only to feel the swine’s strong hands grab her by the neck and pull her closer.
“Settle down now, bitch.” Her captor laughed. “As fun as it would be to watch you stumble around, I got a schedule to keep and I can’t just take you over the border like this.” Forced to her knees, Amy’s ears perked at the sound of a pulled zipper. She tensed herself, hoping to stow the fires in her chest as the moment finally came.
Her theatrics were broken by gagged giggles when Helga motioned the vole by her collar. “Come on now, no use complaining.” Her mistress said, voice cracking yet determined to stay in character. The next few minutes were an exercise in confusion and frustration as being blind made fitting oneself in a tight space difficult. Helga expedited the process with strong hands handling her both roughly and gently.
“Nod if you’re comfy.” The pig whispered. Amy did so, batting her forehead and the back of her head against the edges of the suitcase. The sound of a camera phone clicking caught her attention. “Just letting my buyers know you’re on your way, cunt.” Helga said with cruelty, tossing something in the bag before flipping the front shell over her girlfriend. A few instances of making sure her headfur wasn’t caught in the zipper, and Amethyst was encased in the cramped spacing of her mistress’s luggage.
She could barely move. Her body had been compacted into as tight a ball as she could manage, with her face pushed so close to her knees that the latex scent came with each breath. Utterly trapped, at the mercy of whoever held the luggage.
The bag hoisted upright, thankfully putting the weight of gravity on her legs. She heard the click of an extended handle, then felt herself rolled along. Amy smiled behind her gag, excited to see just how far Helga would let this fantasy go.
***
“I’m back!” Helga heard Rebecca call out from the front. The pig didn’t acknowledge it. Not so much out of rudeness but because she had her attention split between the baby monitor in one hand, and the news story in the other. Of the two, she scarcely knew what was happening on her TV. The pitbull carried her sweaty hoodie between her arms as she entered the living room, gasping for air as anyone did after running. “You guys done with your morning play?”
Helga tapped her boot against the luggage she was using as an ottoman. “Nope.”
Rebecca blinked. “Wait. I thought you were supposed to be topping her?”
She grinned back. “This is topping.” Her legs shook the suitcase. Amethyst struggled under it, unable to move much at all. Just how the vole wanted it. Rebecca’s confusion remained clear. With a sigh, the pig explained, “There’s a reason fantasies are fantasies. I’m not going to stuff my girlfriend in a piece of luggage then toss it in my car and drive around town. That’s insane.”
“She’s not expecting you to do that, is she?” Rebecca asked.
“She’s smart enough to know I can’t. But we’re both willing to put in the effort to pretend.” An idea formed just as a wide smile crawled across the pig’s face. “Say, you wanna help?”
The pitbull’s ears perked. “Always. Can I shower first?”
“This will be quick.” Helga pointed to the garage. “Go fetch an airhorn.”