So hearing her now, as the strap-on covered in saliva rammed into her mistress, Rebecca felt some twisted semblance of pride. Helga liked to keep them both locked, both teased. Sure, the pig let them out on occasion, more Amy than Rebecca, but the moments where the pitbull could indulge in the vole’s sex were rare. A treat for the lowly cuckpuppy.
Cuckpuppy. She whined. Still blind from the leather over her eyes, the gimped pitbull reached between her legs and pawed at the shield. Even if it weren’t there, a layer of latex was between her folds and her fingers. Legs spread wide, she dragged her digits across the metal belt. Rebecca knew she couldn’t tear it away. She just wanted something, anything to quench the desire in her loins.
But that wouldn’t come. She couldn’t even edge herself.
Amethyst’s gagged grunts died down as the poundings slowed. Rebecca heard Helga pull the toy out, her mind’s eye imagining the vole’s juices and her saliva mixed and dripping off it. Her ears perked at the whistle, “Here, bitch, come on.” Rebecca’s face burned under her mask. Her paws clasped the rubber-matted floor, blindly moving forward toward Helga’s voice.
The porcine woman’s rough hand clasped her head and pulled her forward, “Smell it?” She asked with a hint of sadism in her voice. Rebecca felt the wet toy on her nose before any scent registered. The pungent taste of the vole’s sex crawled across the roof of her mouth. She panted, her tail wagging like the dirty bitch she was.
“Yes, Mistress.” She didn’t so much say as she breathed out, swooning in the older woman’s hold.
Helga snorted, “Good puppy. Little miss punk got it all messy. I’m gonna need to clean it.” Rebecca pressed her tongue against it without hesitation, but the pig moved it out of her reach. “Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t say you could lick it off, did I?”
Her ears furled and she shook her head. “That’s right. Open up and relax your throat. I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor.”
Her spine tingled as she obeyed and opened her mouth wide. The tip of the toy landed against her flat tongue and slid down to her throat. With a deep breath, she swallowed for every inch until the base hit her lips. “That’s it…” The pig shuddered and clasped under Rebecca’s jaw, “Hold steady now.”
She pulled back. Rebecca kept herself loose. Helga rammed in. She sputtered back and remained still. Helga pulled out and rammed in again, repeatedly skullfucking the pitbull’s non-existent gag reflex. The pig had made its removal an early priority in their personal play, and she enjoyed every second of the pitbull’s trained throat pussy. “Almost makes me wish I had a real dick,” The pig laughed, her hips smacked against the pitbull's face. “But we can’t have a fuckdoll with a gag reflex, now can we?”
Fuckdoll. Cuckpuppy. Slave. Rebecca was all these and more under her shared mistresses. And nothing made her happier than their enjoyment of her.
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