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Helga lied and did shove the ballgag back in. Amy didn’t blame her. The vole would have teased her sister slave’s little moans and cuckpuppy admittance otherwise. Not that she could see what exactly they were doing, thanks to the blindfold.
But she didn’t have to. Her ears twitched at the wet sucking sound of Rebecca’s lips across a dildo. Her tail lifted as Helga said what exactly she’d do to her vermin cunt. The pig laughed when she noticed. “Someone’s excited for her punishment.”
Punishment? Amy tilted her head. Getting fucked wasn’t at all a punishment.
Helga pulled Rebecca off and strode over to the blind vole. Amethyst was on her knees, bent forward to expose her moist cunt. A gagged squeak squeezed past her lips when she felt the saliva-drenched toy against her taint. “Oh, where to fuck.” The pig slid the toy up and down her crotch. Heavy hands held her latex-covered cheeks, kneading them as she pressed the tip against her ass.
Amethyst relaxed and lowered her head. “Nah.” Helga pulled away, “You’re too much of a buttslut to make that a punishment.” The vole argued she wasn’t, but her gag muffled her lie. “No, I think I’ll take my time with your wet hole down here.” The tip of the dildo ground between her folds. She shuddered, the latex holding her skin tight with every breath. “Yeah, that’s it. Does my living squeaky toy want it up her slutty cunt?”
She did. Ignoring the dumb name, Amy nodded her head vigorously. The pig laughed and grabbed the vole’s collar. No words were needed, not with her tight hold keeping her steady. Her mistress pushed slowly, past the folds to fill her insides with the wet toy. Amy’s hands clenched into the rubber floor mat, her head arched up as she breathed through her nose. Helga was slow, agonizingly slow. Amethyst fought her reflex to slam down on the toy.
And then she was inside her. The entire toy filled her out. Her mistress’s whisper came quickly, “Do you know why this is a punishment?” She pulled out and slammed back in before Amethyst could respond. The vole cried into her gag, her teeth grinding in ecstasy at the sudden burst of pleasure. “No, you don’t.” Helga laughed, pulling back and slamming again, “I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve got a one-track mind when you’re under my heel.”
She felt the pig’s jeans hit her ass with every thrust. Helga picked up speed, her heavy breaths cascading down Amethyst’s back. The vole couldn’t understand how getting fucked was a punishment, not when she loved every second of her mistress’s weight slamming into her. It was when she reached between her legs that Amy felt her taut leash attached to her collar. “Nope!” Helga cried, “You don’t get to touch it.”
Drool pooled and slipped from her gag with the coming grunt of confusion. Her pleasure rose, but the release refused to come. The pig’s breathless laugh ran up her spine. “I’ve been with you long enough to know your buttons, Amy,” She whispered, “I know that you can’t get off on penetration alone. Trouble is, I really love using a strap-on. The way my lovers curl under my weight, the power I exert with every buck of my hips.” She bucked them there, proving her point with the vole’s pleasured squeal. “I’m sure you can put two and two together. That hood isn’t tight enough to squeeze your brain.”
The constant fullness and thrusting made that difficult, but she understood it. She whined into her gag, begging for her mistress to reconsider. Helga just laughed and continued to fuck her, letting the arousal build but never release. Her body walked along the edge that her mind wanted to leap over.
A fitting punishment for a brat.