So it came as a surprise when Helga’s boot crept before her place. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you, mutt.” The pig jeered in her blunt and brutish tone. Helga had no room for subtlety, no room for false sweetness to lull her pets into a false sense of security. Rebecca arched her head up, expecting a heavy hand to grace her cheek, or fingers to wrap around her tight ponytail and pull hard.
None of those came. Instead, she heard the crease of her mistress’s jeans as the woman kneeled down. The wet supple slap of her lips mere inches away from the gagged hound. “You’re a pathetic little cunt, you know that?” The woman teased, unlocking the pitbull’s wrists. “I mean, I’ve known cucks, but the willing ones are just another breed.” The gag went next. Her tongue lolled out before closing her jaws, relaxing the muscles. Helga’s thick finger pressed against the pink muscle, then her thumb looped and locked it in place.
“It’s not about the sex, is it?” Helga directed the pitbull’s head to shake, which she did gladly. “Thought so. See, I know you like sex. But you need something more than that. You need to be humiliated, used, and made to be useful. You’re not a person, barely a slave. You’re a toy. But…” She let go, “Toy’s can’t really be humiliated.”
“N-No!” Rebecca bit her lip, cursing that she spoke out of turn.
“Oh?” Helga brushed the ballgag against the pitbull’s cheek, her saliva slipping past the crevices of her mask. “Did my toy squeak all of a sudden? Does it want to say something?”
Her breath, and, possibly because of, throat tightened. Rebecca straightened her back, laying her hands out against her knees like a good slave. She imagined Helga’s cruel smile looking down upon her, glee in her eyes. “Y-Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, say it.”
“I-I…I need to be humiliated.” Rebecca’s body clamped around her as if pressured to fight against the next words. “I crave it. I-I’m not just a toy, I’m a person who needs to be debased.”
There was silence. Painful silence. Something pumped up against her belt. “Good girl,” Helga cooed, petting the pitbull. “I think that deserves a chance at orgasm. Go ahead, use my boot.”
Rocking her hips forward, Rebecca ground her cunt against the pig’s workboots. Only, it wasn’t her cunt meeting the leather, but the metal shield over it. She kept grinding, hands locked around her mistress’s leg. “What are you?” Helga asked.
“C-Cuckpuppy.” Rebecca moaned, “I’m a cuckpuppy.”
“And do cuckpuppies get to cum?”
“N-No…they goon and paw…”
“Do you want to cum?”
Every sensible part of her body screamed yes, breaking only into a weak nod. Her mistress chuckled, “Then try harder, cuckpuppy.”
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