“Stop.” Helga ordered. Rebecca followed, face deep in her cunt and waiting. The pig grabbed a fistful of red headfur and pushed the pitbull onto her back. “Raise your cunt. Time to give you your reward.”
To her surprise, the pitbull pouted. “What’s wrong, cuckpuppy?” She asked whilst grabbing the nearest wand. “Do you not want a reward?”
“N-No, I do, Mistress.” She didn’t sound confident, “It’s just…You haven’t had a-”
One finger shushed the pitbull. Leaning in with a smile, Helga whispered, “They’re nice, but that’s not why I do these, cuckpuppy.” Her hand cracked down between the former athlete’s legs. The resounding wet slap mixed with the girl’s yip. “Now keep this up.”
An orgasm did sound nice. Back in the closet, around the same age of her play partner’s now that she thought about it, Helga never cared about them much. Her first time with a woman changed that, and in the years that followed, she selfishly sought that pleasure wherever she went. No different from a man who wanted to pump and dump any hole he could find. Then she discovered something that, while not quite as satisfying, filled a craving.
She squatted over the straining pitty. Bare pussy hovering just above the open maw. Wand in hand, Helga let it buzz just high enough for her submissive to hear. Rebecca shivered. Each breath stretched and pulled at her latex form. Biting her lip, Helga slowly lowered the toy, inch by inch, until it made contact with the drenched mess below.
The pitbull held her breath. Helga found that guilt of hers cute. She’d been given permission and still ran against it. So, the pig pushed. With a steady hand, she dragged the vibrating head up and down the labia, then around the clit.
By goddess, how she struggled. Rebecca’s legs quivered, her cunt clenching. Helga brought her hand down between them whenever the pitbull tried to close them. “Keep them open, cucky!” She ordered, going as far as to hold the pitbull in place.
“S-Stop!” Rebecca cried out. “I can’t…Mistress!” All lies. She’d drilled their safewords into those pretty little heads night and day. If anything, all those whimpers had Helga push harder, upping her wand steadily whenever her mutt begged against it. Every little plead was just an admission of desire.
Her cry was music. Experience had taught Helga what to watch out for, and to invest in cleanable mats. Rebecca howled with the ensuing spasm, her juices splattering over the gym mats. She swore, smacking her head against the mat while the pig just held it there.
“That’s one.” Helga let her wet privates sink against Rebecca’s face. “Let’s see how many more we can get, cuckpuppy.”
Making girls scream was just too much fun.
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Helga can be cruel, but she also loves rewarding her girls. Sometimes she might go a bit overboard.
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