A Game of No Hands Chapter 35

Warning: This is an intense chapter so CW: Mindfuckery violence

Steve’s eyes cracked open. A plush expanse of carpet greeted her, its interlocking patterns stretching out like an impossible maze. Sleepily, she imagined the four of them wandering the pattern, lost in its cyclical knots. Thoughts tickled and recognition dawned. Then came the question: Why are we in the hallway?

Memories rose to answer it, the game, the mistress, the ball! Steve jerked her head up from the paw she’d been using as a pillow and pressed its pads against her face.

It met no muzzle, just a human face with a cold nose. Steve paused as the memory clashed with the present. Remembering how the ball sat on her tongue trapped behind long canines that she no longer possessed.

A whirr click sounded and Steve’s ear flicked toward it as beside her Steph rose with a yawn.

“Oh are the good girls finally done with their nap?” The buzzing voice of the metal mistress called. “Would my good girls like some dinner?”

Food? Yes, I want Food! Excitement flushed through Steve and Steph. Peering over their shoulders and past their wagging tail, they spotted Tina standing near the open door to the kitchen. She’d discarded her Russian fur dress, and her golden skin glinted in the soft light cast by the chandeliers that studded the ceiling. The pair of leather leashes that she’d use to corral them down here were wrapped around one of her massive hands.

“What’s for…” Steve paused, mentally reaching for the word before saying it, “dinner?”

“The mistress says good girls get pizza tonight.” Tina said, pointing at the floor in front. “Now come.”

“We’re good girls,” Steve repeated dreamily.

“Pizza good.” Steph said in the same dazed tone as they push up onto two feet. The pair paused, staring down at their front paws, momentarily unsure why they were so high off the ground.

“Good girls! Come!” Tina gently repeated the command and tapped her thigh.

The pair slowly walked toward her as a flash of annoyance bit through bliss of the praise. “Tina could you uh,” Steve trailed off. “Uh,” she tried again, but the thought had evaporated somehow. Something about laying down? Laid off? Composing the words was like reaching into a bucket and feeling around for the shape of the one you needed. Lay off! That was it. As Steve opened her mouth to try again just as they stepped in range of Tina’s long arms.

“Good girls! You came. Such very good dogs!” Tina praised, drawing them into a hug and petting their heads. A wonderful embrace that made Steve forget all about her annoyance. Tina led them into the kitchen, plying them with a constant stream of good girls. The pizza tasted fantastic, served in two metal bowls that they fell on with gusto.

“Good girls! Good girls!” Tina sang out every couple minutes and by the time they’d manage to eat the slices, their faces had once again pushed out into the muzzles. Their second slices disappeared in an comparative eye blink.

“See? Look at how adorable they are.” Angelica had been watching Steve and Steph eat while gnawing on her own slice of pizza. A D-ring binder lay open on the table in front of her.

“Of course they’re adorable! They’re my good girls.” Tina cooed as the pair looked up at her expectantly with brainless adoration. “But I don’t think this is a good idea mistress.”

“They’re naughty doggos toy. If they’re unsupervised, they’re going to disrupt my studies. I’d think you’d welcome anything that gets us back on equal footing faster.” Angelica chuckled, “Or are you upset that taking care of them is going to cut your time in furniture mode?”

Tina’s pupils briefly took the shape of hearts before she bowed her head and looked away from Angelica’s grin. “You programmed me to enjoy that.”

“Not this time. I put all my effort into making you a dog trainer. I barely recoded the pleasurable touch in time.” Angelica said. “Now go take the good girls for a nice walk outside. If they’re tired enough to lay at my feet while I watch a movie, you can be my couch.”

“Yes mistress!” Tina replied in an excited buzz, the edge of her slit glowing pink as she unwrapped the leashes from her hand. “Ready for a nice walk, Good Girls?!”

Steve and Steph had both listened to the conversation without comprehending it at all, understood walk and eagerly presented their collars. Tina clipped the leashes to their necks and led them in a wonderful world with so many new scents.

Time passed in doggy bliss. Steve and Steph would awake groggily every morning trying to piece together the happenings of yesterday. Only for Tina to wash it away with a flood of good girls. The words became their name, the good girls. Steve managed to maintain some internal lucidity but she couldn’t resist eagerly presenting herself for morning a session with the Cerberus, it felt so good to have it trapped inside their pussy, to feel entirely filled to the brink. After that daily session, the good girls sank even further in and they continued the day on four legs. Then the days became a cycle of nap, eat, play with the mistresses until finally they all settled in for a deep sleep.

Being a dog is fun. They got the lion share of Tina’s attention and snuggled into the Mistress’s gloriously soft fur at night. Still after a few repetitions Steve woke with the desire to something else. A desire that didn’t melt away beneath the morning torrent of Good Girls.

After all, she knew to her core that she was a good girl, she was simply tired of being good.

She started her rebellion small. Barking at imaginary squirrels and pulling at the leash when Tina led them down to the machine shop for her primping session. Tina’s “good girls” gained an edge of exasperation but still followed the routine. Steph side eyes also had a mischievous glint in them. The sisters needed none of the distant human words to let each other know that they desired chaos. Tina had constructed a bondage nest for them on the wall of the machine shop. As soon as they saw it, their spade began to ache and drool as in anticipation of their daily dose of the giant canine dildo. They didn’t fight the restraints, but wiggled happily, especially as Tina secured the wide belt she’d been using to trap their tentacles in their pockets. Between that and inflating their belly the belt had a good inch of slack in it when Tina slid Cerberus up into their dripping spade. Steve and Steph howled as it buzzed to life inside them but clenched around it tightly and clung to consciousness even as the waves of orgasmic pleasure broke across their minds.

They waited until Tina start with the rotatory buffer to snake out a tentacle and squirm around the vib’s handle. The vibrations lessened from brain shaking to a pleasant rumble. Every few minutes Tina would turn towards them, praise them as a good girls, then return to her own grooming. Steve would hid the tentacles from her view, a game that occupied her for a bit before their pussy started to feel the now familiar ache of overstretch. Without the bliss haze the sensation edged into discomfort. It took both tentacles to pull the knot from their sex. Both Steph and Steve tipped their heads back, letting out puppy like howls of relief.

Tina finally seeing their tentacles wrapped around their toy, scolded them as Good girls, the rest of words we a meaningless babble. Her lower hands went to rest on her hips as her upper ones held power tools aloft and babbled sternly.

Retracting the tentacles, Steve and Steph squeezed the cerebrus the rest of the way out and let it fall to the floor. Whining piteously, they wagged their tail. The harness held them spread eagle against the wall, so it swung behind them like a pedulem.

Tina shook a finger, said something something “out.” Something something “in.” Then more silly human sounds before ending with a laugh.

Steve directed her eyes down at Tina’s hanging black rubber cock that dispensed a sweet treat when it came. Treats! They were good girls, they deserved treats for their empty belly. She mimed licking it, Steph joined in, whining with hunger and need. Together they shook their bosums, swinging their heavy breasts side to side.

“No.” Tina said with a laugh, despite her cock starting to rise. “Good girl something something bad.”

Bad? The word sent a small shock through Steve’s mind. They couldn’t be bad, they were good girls. Her whining increased to a hurt pinch. She just wanted a treat. How could that be bad, they deserved a treat for being so good.

Those digital eyes rolled in Tina’s golden head as she turned back to her tools and rudely ignoring their whines.

Steph upped the ante, starting with a full throated howl that reverberated around the room. “Awwwwwwooooooo!

Surely this would get them treats! Steve thought as she joined in, howling as loud as she could. With a shared set of lungs they couldn’t howl very long together but their twin voices echoed around the workshop.

Tina attempted to ignore them, focusing on making every inch of her golden skin shine but slowly the cold blue of her eyes shifted to red. Whirling with a snarl, “Good Girls! Stop it!”

Steve spent a half second looking cutely chastened before she and Steph started struggle against their bonds.

“Fine!” Tina sighed, “I’ll” blah blah “in you.” Something something. Then began to stalk towards them.

Why was she angry? They were good girls. Steve and Steph fixed her with their now well perfected innocent big eyed puppy stare and after batting their lashes, watched Tina’s snarl melt into a smile.

The big metal yeen laughed affectionately as she came close, big hands cradled the huskie sisters heads and rubbed their ears. They basked in the attention, huffing with pleasure as Tina called them naughty dogs and other sweet things. Steve and Steph licked at her nose before whipping their tentacles out to encircle her cock. Tina’s eyes flashed with alarm then turned pink as they pushed a slick tentacle down into that slit at the top of peusdo cock. Once it had pushed through the mid way point they began to rymthically squeezed her with the other tentacle coil, milking the cock.

Tina protested with words that broke up into screechy noises and braced herself against the wall. Steve and Steph kissed and nibbled along the side of her muzzle, tasting the softness of her plastic lips and the metallic tang of her teeth. Their heart thundered with joy, they had her! Had her in their naughty grip. Gold squirted up around the tentacle and they used the lubrication to drive it deeper, until its tip coiled in a chamber beyond the base of the fem cock. Steve and Steph’s eyes shined with excitement as they directed the tip to thrash around. Tina’s words transmuted into screaming electronic noises as she body froze statue still. Grinning like the devils they were, Steve and Steph pushed more of their tentacle down into her, filling all the space it could find. Tina eyes flickered between pink and blue as her body began to shake, sounding like a stack of tin cans in an earth quake. A whistle of steam preluded a sudden rise of crushing pressure and heat around the sister’s deeply embedded tentacle. Instinctively they withdrew, pulling it from the psuedo cock like a string of pearls. The cock erupted, spewing gold illuminance onto Steph and Steve’s stomach. Then surging forward, Tina pinned the pair to the wall, her cock rubbing up and down between their three lowest set of tits.

“Bad dogs! Get it!” Tina hissed through static as she both lifted them and squatted lower. When she came back up her thick femcock pentrated the huskie spade between the sisters’s furry legs.

Steph and Steve moaned as they were filled. They howled as they came for their metal mistress after less than five thrusts.

Tina spoke a word in augiush but the meanings were too distant for them reach. They were aware of Tina’s ripping away of their restraints and pulling them off the wall. Still impaled on their cock, Steve and Steph wrapped there arms and legs around her. They used every muscle they possessed to work themselves along its length, even as Tina staggered back to the work bench. There she picked up a buffer. It spun up with an electric whine and she placed on the underside of her opposite upper arm far over the head of the husky sisters. Her lower hands cupped there round buttocks as ground themselves down on her cock.

Steve and Steph howled as they felt Tina quiver inside them, their tentacles shot down, wrapped around Tina’s shiny plastic ball sack and squeezed. As Tina lurched to the side, barely catching herself on the workbench, Steph and Steve finally felt their insides flood with warmth. Their inner walls coated with the thick synth cum as they clamped down on the femcock. So much better than that lifeless bone they’d been sated with the last few days.

“Happy blah, Good girls?” Tina buzzed tiredly as she eased the pair to the floor.

Steve gave a lazy bark in reply as they sank to their knees before Tina. Not yet. Almost. Their treat was right in front of them now. Steph flashed a gleefilled grin as the pair of them start to lap at the glowing cum running down the insides of Tina’s legs. Sweet like honey with a savory note. Tina made no effort to push them away, resuming the motions of her primping program the best she could with the pair of tongues curling around her synthetic ball sack and cock.

Steve shared Steph’s smile but while her sister seem content with this victory Steve wanted more. The soft snuggly mistress needed a good knotting too.

Once they had their fill of honey cum and were nearly covered in the stuff, they curled up around Tina’s feet to rest. Her constant, automatic talk of them as good girls kept the human words away and rendered them four legged by the time she finished her own grooming and dumped them in a bathtub. Steve and Steph sang out their indignant protests as they were throughly lathered and rinsed. Sadly, Tina appeared to be totally water proof, no matter how much water that splashed at her. Directly after the bath was when Steve saw their chance. Tina had taken off their collars to bath them so there was nothing for her to grab onto when they opened the bathroom door with her teeth and charged out to freedom.

Tina gave chase, but she was no match for the pair’s, ears back paw pounding zoom! They charged through the foyer and all the way down to the end of the medieval themed wing of the manor before she even made it into the wing.

“Good girls Come! Come here!” Tina called with a nervous electronic laughter.

Steve and Steph sat down and didn’t move. They panted with broad smiles and watched their mistress call. Instead, they laid down, wagged their tail playfully and refused to budge.

Tina gave a torrent of words that contained sadness and frustration. Steve had an urge to comfort her and make her happy again. Steph tried to make them get up but Steve cheek nudged her to stop. They were finally playing chase on their terms. This is fun, she assured her. Steph frowned uncertainly as they watched Tina trudge down the hallway.

Once she reached halfway Steve and Steph stood and stretched. Tina’s electronic eyes lit with hope.

“Come! Be good girls and come here!” Tina called out.

They took one hesitant step towards her.

More words they didn’t understand flowed out of Tina, followed by a pat of her metal thighs.

They walked toward her, a few steps, then ran. Watched a grin spread across Tina’s muzzle as she spread her arms wide to embrace them. Barking happily Steph and Steve ran direct for her. Those eyes brightened further.

And they jigged, ducking under her arms at the very last moment.

“Girls!” Tina turned, her eyes white with surprise.

Steve and Steph bowed, their elbows touching the carpet and wagged their tail before booking it back to the foyer. An unmistakable doggy catch us if you can!

Up the stairs they ran. Zoom! Down the medieval wing. The air whistled over their wet hair. Too fast as they approached the end of the hallway. Claws scrabbling over the hard wood floor as they attempted to turn. They hit the radiator with a thunderous bang but bounced off to run the other way without even a yelp. They raced by a so slow Tina, not even midway up the stairs, still too close. Up ahead a black head decorated with pink and purple spots poked out into the hallway. The soft mistress!

Laughing, the soft mistress stepped out further. Calling out, “Aww blah blah blah zoomies?” in a sweet tone.

That door she stepped out of. Metal Mistress had been keeping them out of there for days. Now with it standing open, and no leash around their necks, they were going in there! Right now. They waited until the very last second to make the turn but with carpet beneath their paws, they pivoted almost on a dime. Charging past her, the soft mistress mewed with surprise as Steve and Steph exploded into the library. The large dog bed sat amid piles of loose papers and open binders. Barking with manic glee Steph and Steve ran over them, scattering the papers in there wake.

“Noooo!” The soft mistress screamed, “Bad girls! Stop!”

But they were good girls, the best girls. The mistresses had been saying it for days now, over and over and over again. Steve found that black distant thing that had been hovering in the back of their mind since she’d woken up. It brought growl to her throat as the pair rebounded off the ancient xerox machine. Anger welled up in her, a directionless frustration. Useless words were at its core, but scent memories were wrapped around it. Scents of paper, dust and spicy tang of the soft mistress’s arousal. The fragrant signature of this room. Steve pounced on the nearest binder, grabbed a mouthful of pages and shook them until they tore free. Besides her Steph whimpered in confusion as the soft mistress shouted at them, alternating between commands of No! And pleading Stop! As Steve tore into a second binder.

“Steve no! Drop it!” The soft mistress lunged forward, grabbing the binder and trying to wretch it away. Steve braced against it, growling furiously. Soft mistress, Angelica had far more bulk in her feline body but could only use her rear legs, her front ones occupied clutching the binder. As they tugged back and forth, the black grew with every passing moment, its interior clarifying. At its center stood the soft mistress! She was bad. Steve was the good girl and she was the bad kitty! What she had done, Steve couldn’t reach, it remained large and nebulous in her mind as the pages ripped free. Spitting them out, Steve turned back to Angelica and growled out her anger. A long low sound, teeth bared, ears back.

“Steve?” Angelica reeled, shock opening her amber eyes and jaw. “I…” she began, voice trembling with fear and guilt. An admission of her badness plain in her tone.

“Good girls?” Tina’s hulking appeared in the doorway, and on her utterance the black cloud in Steve’s mind darkened.

No! No more good girls! Steve sprang forward and clamped her jaws around Angelica’s wrist.

She yowled in protest and pain as Steve over bore her, flipping her onto her back. “Ow ow ow ow!”

Ignoring her pain and the fingers that attempt to pry her jaw loose, Steve dragged Angelica across the room. Tina merely watched, shoulders slowly slumping as Steve placed the pads of Angelica’s hand against her metal shin.

“Good… Girls.” Tina moaned as her eyes and nethers began to flash in response to the pad’s touch. Steve kept it there even after shaking of her orgasm pleasure caused her to fall backwards, only once the light in her eyes had blinked out entirely did she release Angelica’s wrist.

Those amber eyes wavered with tears, pulled back her limb and began to lap at the blood oozing up from Steve’s teeth.

Silence reigned as Steve reached and reached for the simplest of words she needed. She dragged them back and forced them through a muzzle ill equipped to say them. “Nuuuu Murrr gud grrrl.”

Angelica bowed her head, misery bending every line of her face as she cradled her arm against her chest. “I’m… sorry. I went too far. You seemed to be having fun so…”

Steph threw back her head and let out a wailing howl of that weighed down the air around them with her saddness. Afterward, she sniffled and turn as far away from Steve as their conjoined necks allowed. “Sisser, hurt mizzres. Vy? Mizzres gud.”

Steve knew she would need so many distant word to explain, whined apologetically and licked at her sister’s ear. She blocked the tongue with one of their paws.

Together they sat, waiting in silence, Steve gathering words and memories. Every time Tina announced she was rebooting Angelica reached over and placed her hand on golden skin until the her eyes once again went dark. “Sorry love, not yet.” She whispered.

Once Steve felt she had enough words, long after their muzzle had pulled back into their round feminine faces and their hips had widened to bipedal stance, she broke the silence with tight angry words. “Days! You dog brained us for days Angelica. Why the fuck did you do that?”

Angelica wiped her broad runny nose with the back of her uninjured hand and sniffed hard. “I… want to get rid my argumentative trigger. Especially before the finale. I hate it, its stupid to get so horny when people argue. I have to win the quest but this magic stuff is hard! You’re very distracting and smarter than me. I was afraid if I let you think about it at all you’d figure out what we needed to do immediately.”

“You could have asked us to let you solve it.” Steve growled.

“And would that have worked?” Angelica briefly flashed her own teeth before looking back down at the floor. “What does the naughty doggos card even mean?”

“Could have started with asking us first.” Steve huffed, although she suddenly wasn’t all together sure if Angelica was entirely wrong. Not without some sort of demonstration about how serious she’d been about it. “We would have at least… I mean you didn’t need to dog brain us for days! Without a break. Its… like shoving our heads underwater every morning!”

“I didn’t mind,” Steph said quietly, “I like playing fetch, getting petted and praised. Getting tied up every morning and stuffed is fun.”

“Well still like thinking and talking. I don’t want to be just a dog.” Steve looked down at their paws. “We’re more than that.”

“I know you are,” Angelica reached out a shaking hand and placed it on their shoulder. “I missed you both but I just kept telling myself I needed one more day. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t get to G.G. us anymore.” Steve took a deep breath. The anger had congealed into a lump in her throat. Half of her wanted to just lean into Angelica’s offered touch and forget about it. Yet the other part still bristled, replaying memories of groggily waking up dazed and confused before her concepts of self were washed away under a stream of good girls. Not to mention they were keeping Tina unconscious because Angelica programed her to do the brain washing. It be hours before that button would start flashing and they could clear the programs. Angelica needed to answer for that. “Do it again we’ll stop the game.”

Steph yelped loud enough to make everyone jump, “What?! No! We can’t stop the game! Not for any reason.” Her panic quickened their shared heart.

“Relax sis.” Steve attempted to molify her with a cheek rub. “All our cards are permeant. Remember?”

She shook her head, “Only the husky maid cards. Difference in opinion isn’t a maid its from the wild deck. I’m not going back inside, I’ll fight you sister.” Steph bared her teeth and lifted her head proudly. “I might like being a dog but I’m a person too.”

Steve whimpered at the sudden thought of waking up without Steph and kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry. I love you. I don’t want you to go anywhere. Have to think of a new threat then.”

They relaxed, their heads resting together, their temples touching. Steve pondering the words she had just spoken and tried to figure out when waking up with Steph had flipped from strange to something she never wanted to do ever again.

“I don’t really understand why you're so upset sister but,” Steph raised her face to look at Angelica, “we are a pair. Until you earn my sister’s trust, you cannot be our mistress. If you wish for our services, you may ask but not command.”

Steve flushed with a comforting warmth at her sister’s ultimatum.

Angelica bowed her head, “Thats fair. I am sorry I overstepped. We haven’t really established no go zones, maybe we all need to discuss those.”

Steph leaned forward and kissed Angelica’s black lips. Steve didn’t object as she directed their body to cuddle into Angelica’s fur. “Don’t worry, I still love you. Plush pantheress.” Steph murmured, “And I’m sure my sister will forgive you too, especially if you pet her and tell her how pretty she is. Also she wants you to play with her breasts.”

“Steph!” Steve barked even as they leaned against the panthress’ side.

Angelica placed her nose on the crown of Steve’s head and inhaled deeply. “May I hug, kiss, and tell you how cute you are? At least until its safe to let Tina wake up? She’s not going to be happy with me either.”

“You may.” Steve whispered and Angelica started her apology by grooming the pair with her rough tongue, starting with their husky ears and working downwards. It didn’t take long for the angry lump in Steve’s throat to uncoil and melt away. Each lap seemed to contain both affection and apology in equal measure.

Chapter 36