Helga loved to torment her. The pig took delight in seeing the vole squirm, whether it be from her mistress’s own devices or a hell of Amethyst's own making. She whined against the rubber ball, desperate for attention.
Helga sighed, “Christ, I can’t leave you alone for a minute.” Rebecca’s face fucking slowed to a crawl until Amy finally heard the pitbull’s heavy breaths once the pig pulled out. “Fucking brats, always wanting attention, never keen to share. It’s amazing I can tolerate it.” Rebecca yipped. Amy heard her sister slave’s latex squeak as though dragged forward head first across the ground. “You just can’t let our cuckpuppy have her moment, can you? And I thought I was cruel.”
A cold and wet nose braced against Amy’s cunt. She shivered, taking a deep breath through her nose while the pitbull sniffed. How much did Rebecca smell? Did she lick her lips at it? The haggard breaths told the vole nothing, not after the pitbull’s skullfucking.
“Get in there.” She heard Helga raise her leg and Rebecca grunt against it. Amethyst felt the pressure of her mistress’s foot against the pitbull’s head, forcing her down between her legs. Chains clinked against the wall. The sloppy wet lapping of Rebecca’s tongue filled the room.
Of the three, Rebecca had the least experience between another woman’s legs. Amy had given pointers before, but she could speak then. She had no way to tell Rebecca to slow down or restrain her enthusiasm. The pitbull dug deep and hard, her tongue slipped past the folds with little patience. Amethyst shuddered and cried out into her gag, her clit ignored despite best efforts.
“She still needs work, doesn’t she?” Helga teased from above. Amethyst nodded her head, the rough pleasure building off of the pitbull’s vigor alone. “See, I can’t help but think that’s your fault. After all, she’s your bitch on the totem pole. It’s your responsibility whether or not she knows how to properly please her betters. Yet you’ve been slacking so much. Does she even know how sensitive your button is? Or how much you prefer it up the ass?”
Any retort back came unintelligible. Hard to do so with someone deep inside your cunt. Helga laughed and pulled the pitbull out from between the vole’s legs. “Tell me, mutt.” Amy’s ears perked when she heard the firm wet slaps against Rebecca’s face, “Do you really think you can make her cum by eating her out like a feral food bowl?”
“N-No, Mistress.” Rebecca’s voice called for pity. Amy would have hugged her, if not for the bindings.
“Aww…well, it’s good you admit how useless that tongue of yours is.” Helga laughed, “But don’t you worry, after I make your bitch of a mistress scream in ways you only dream about, I’ll make sure you get some better pointers. After all, you’re my bitch by proxy. And I have a reputation with my bitches.”
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Part 8 of this little night of play. Story by me, art by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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