A Game of No Hands Chapter 33

Click. Click.

Steve cracked open one eye and found a large golden blur looming over her.

“Wake.” Tina’s electronic voice boomed.

Steve groaned and heard Steph’s similar reply. Cleaning up the mess in the kitchen had taken quite a while, then Angelica had decided her pet maid needed a “bath.” They hadn’t even been trying to get knotted. They’d dropped the soap by complete accident.

“I must dress. You must accompany me.”

A harsh tug pulled Steve and Steph up right. Steve blinked to find that Tina’s hand held two leather leashes, one red, Steph’s and one blue, Steve’s.

“What the hell’s gotten into you? We’re sleeping here.” Steph yawned.

“Executing program: Keep Dogs busy. I cannot allow you out of my immediate sight. Come along.” Tina announced in her uncompromising monotone.

Steve cast her gaze across the bed, where Angelica watched through barely open eyes. “Angelica?”

“Mistress?” Steph pleaded for an intercession.

But Angelica gave them a lazy wave, “Have fun girls, I’ll see you in the afternoon.”

Reluctantly, Steve and Steph allowed Tina to lead them from the room, pleas for Tina to allow them to get dressed falling on deaf silicon ears.

“Tina?” Steve asked, “Are you pissed at us from yesterday? Did we push things too far?”

“Negative. I love serving the mistress in any capacity.” There was a buzz that could have been laughter. “I must complete my daily preparations. You will not distract me.”

“Its her primping compulsion.” Steph whispered. “The program’s forcing her to deal with us instead of it. Conflict between them is making her grumpy.”

“It is a minor inconvenience so long are you are good girls.” Tina said without turning her head or slowing her pace. She carried a duffel bag over one hulking shoulder as she brought Steve and Steph down to the ground floor. They entered a room that smelled of oil and metal. A dusty workshop crammed with bulky machines and rusty power tools. Along the wall, one workbench had been cleared off except for a couple of rotary sanders and a bedroom mirror.

“Sit.” She pointed at a stool close to a wall.

“Sure, we get it. We can watch.” Steve said as they popped up onto the stool, already looking around for the best tool to cut through the collar or leash.

“You will go no where.” Tina said and this time the buzzing was definitely a laugh as she dropped the duffle bag onto the table. “I know you’re naughty dogs.” Carefully, she hooked the zipper with a claw and withdrew a pair of leather restraints.

“What the leash isn’t enough for ya your magistracy?” Steph giggled as Tina’s nethers pulsed with light.

Steve cheek nudged her sister. “Quiet, you wanna be hogtied? She’ll do it.”

Tina had not stopped moving and silently removed two ball gags from the duffle and smiled with her many teeth.

The pair whined at the sight of the gags, popping up off the stool. “We’ll be good!” Steve insisted as they pulled against the leashes.

“We’ll be extra good your one true highness!” Steph added as Tina slowly reeled them in towards her. “There’s no need for- Mmmmph!” Tina cut her off by smothering her face with a paw pad.

“Hee hee,” Tina chuckled as she pulled them close. “Don’t worry, I know precisely what toy will keep you two entertained for hours and hours.”

Steve’s vision filled with the glimmering ruby red of her nipple as her lower arms bound their paws behind them. Then one of those massive hands offered the ball of the gag.

“Pretty Little wife of mine, bite.” She commanded with smirk on her shiny lips.

Pretty little wife? Steve hesitated, although not out of any conscious disobedience, rather her brain ground to a halt trying to process those three words together. Little flashes of memory of herself, no himself, in a tux at the altar. Yet…

“Take the ball in your mouth like a good girl.” Tina coaxed softly.

“I am a good girl.” Steve mind united on that and dropped the confusing question of whether she was a wife or husband to obey, biting on the ball. She wagged their tail as Tina expertly affixed the straps of the gag and rewarded Steve with an ear scratch.

“Now for your naughty sister.” Tina gave a buzzing laugh.

Steph on the other hand, growled when paw pad was removed from her face. “Naughty! I’m not the naughty one! I didn’t- Mmmph!”

Tina roughly shoved the gag into Steph mouth, cutting her off again. The bright blue eyes lit with anger as Tina captured her jaw.

“My precious Steve wouldn’t be so crass to display herself and distract our fair mistress from her studies. She’s the good girl, and you’re the naughty doggo.”

“Mmmm, Mmmph!” Steph protested for naught as Tina turned them around with her unyeilding mechanical strength.

Steve felt as potent as a doll in Tina grip and relaxed their body. Tina would never hurt them, she trusted her that far. Though, Steph continued to make indignant noises as Tina piloted them to face the open duffel bag. Inside lay something very red.

“Recognize this bone?” Tina laughed with more than a little evil in her tone as she reached into the bag. She withdrew a great canine cock, the Cerberus vibrator that Steve had last seen during her first grooming session. A full foot long with that delicious looking knot at its base. Their internal organs quivered at the memory. “You’re such a good girl, I bet you can take it all now. Shall we find out?”

Both Steph and Steve nodded eagerly, lifting one leg to allow access.

“Hehe, good girls.” Tina’s lower hands caressed their breasts. “Once I reclaim my throne, I’m going to enjoy training you into the perfect little servants for my rule.”

Steve wasn’t quite sure what to make of that statement, but watching her pluck the Cerebrus from the bag captured all her attention. Both Steve and Steph moaned eagerly as Tina drove the huge dildo up into them. It reached halfway before the stretch edged up to the border between pleasure and pain. At their whine Tina stopped pushing.

“Aww. Is that all you can take?” Tina huffed, “Why don’t you sit instead.”

Obeying immediately, Steve and Steph squatted, pressing the base of the dildo against the concrete floor of the workshop. They howled behind their gags as they worked it back and forth until a fresh cascade of wetness coated their inner walls. Then they fell down the shaft and their world wobbled against their sheer fullness. Yet they weren’t done.

“Good girls. A little bit more. You want the knot don’t you?” A voice buzzed somewhere beyond the dark of their eyelids.

They did! But they were so full already! Could they even take anymore? Had to try, had to conquer this cock! Leaning back against Tina’s legs they ground their pussy lips against the knot, extending their tentacles to wrap around the base and supply even more force. Their strong muscles squeezed down on the silicon dick. They felt every contour and curve of it as they thrust against it, every movement filling the growing well of pleasure inside them. Finally as they overflowed into orgasm, while their inner walls fluttered and the knot slipped in.

FULL! They had never been this filled. They could feel the entirety of their inner surface as it struggled to contain the massive cock within her. Pleasure competed with pride as Steve smiled around the gag as the pair cheek rubbed. They’d done it, taken the whole thing!

“Good girls!” Tina praised them and tugged on the Cerberus’s handle, drawing muffled yips from both of them. “Thats in there pretty good. Now lets turn it on.”

“Mmmph Mmmmph!” Both made near identical sounds, Steve’s fearful, while Steph’s had an eager tone to it.

It didn’t matter. With a resounding click the thing inside them came alive with a buzz that spread out into the tips of their ears and down to pad of their toes. Pleasant stimulation blurred out their awareness. That was familiar. Tina had subjected them to several long vibrator sessions on the road trip up. Steve vaguely remembered hours spent in hazy bliss. But this, the Cerebrus was so much more. Her sex so stretched and sensitive, that buzz instead of lifting her to bliss it sat like a sparking bonfire in her lions. Sparks leapt out and ignited a shivering conflagrations that left Steve screaming into the rubber blocking her mouth, sending spittle spraying out the corners of her mouth.

“Ooh I so want to play with you two now but I have to make myself presentable.” Tina said from high above the floor Steve and Steph writhed on. “And your wriggling way too much. Lets see if turning it up helps.”

Up? It went up? The thoughts shot across the tangled shred of Steve’s mind and screamed, as the vibrations inside of them went grew into the shifting of tectonic plates. Too much! Too much! The sparks turned into the constant rush of pleasure, a river of it. It rushed over thoughts, limbs and loves, overwhelming all. It filled all the spaces that was Steve, pushing her under the torrent of bliss.

Beneath the waters, time lost meaning. Yet before an eternity had passed the rush ended and her awareness slowly rose from the depths it had been pressed. Slowly, warily, she began to gather the lost pieces of herself. Touch came first, gentle pulling sensations down the… spine… pulling along her tail before coming back around. Petting. It felt so nice. One cheek pressed on something soft at first but hard beneath the other felt the warm weight of another cheek. Sister.

“Oh are we starting we wake up? Good girls.” A voice floated in from somewhere. “No rush though. Take your time.”

Two of those words set something twitching. Muscles that had long gone slack moved as the first semi coherent thought rose through her awareness. Am I a good girl?

A gentle laugh rolled down from on high. “Your cute little tail!” Scratching followed, a deep heavenly scratching starting at the base of her tail and working upward, massaging tired muscles back to life. Steve remembered her legs as they began to kick of their own accord.

“Who’s a good girls? My pretty girls.”

Steve snuggled against the softness breathed and then inhaled through her nose. Smelling of the strange mix of machine oil and spicy hyena musk. A sluggish thought finally connected words to the voice. Tina, wife, queen, mistress, love.

“Shall we take that out of you now? Open your legs.”

Steve didn’t bid her body to move, but it did anyway. Sister, Steph opened their thighs and rolled onto their back.

A yip escaped Steve as something pulled at almost her entire lower torso.

“Easy.” Tina soothed as the pulling sensation increased, as if the Mistress tugged at something rooted within her. Then with the sound somewhere between a suction cup giving way and peeling skin from a vinyl seat, it pulled free. Air rushed in to fill the sudden void inside them. Steve gasped as she suddenly comprehended the full depth of her cleft. That gasp turned into a long drawn out moan as the tired flesh slowly contracted, pushing out both the air and a pool of liquid. It made for some very unlady like noise. Together Steve and Steph cringed at the sensation.

“Your very first queef!” The mistress giggled, “I’m so proud. You’re a real woman now.”

Steve growled halfheartedly as Steph gave a little woof. Mistress continued the petting though and Steve slipped back into lazy contentment, basking in the touch. Eyes slowly opened to find the surroundings of their claimed bedroom. Thoughts turned in lazy circles, real woman? Would that mean they’d get periods or go into heat like dogs? Steve couldn’t imagine being hornier than she’d been over the last few days.

Eventually, a restlessness built up in their limbs and they rolled over to stare up at Tina, wearing a white fur trimmed dress complete with a cap. She looked like a Russian queen prepared for a ride through a blizzard. Steve and Steph both shared one of her massive thighs as a pillow. Tina dedicated her lower hands to administering ear scratches while she stroked the fuzzy stripe between their belly breasts with a single finger. All while murmuring soft praises and Steve was too tired to even blush, just basked in the sensation. She tilted her head to lap lazily at the cool metal fingers.

“Ready to get up?” Tina asked.

Steph gave an affirmative bark and then looked at Steve expectantly, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. Steve could have lain there for longer but gave a huff of accent.

Tina’s hands fumbled around their necks and a small weight lifted from their collars before telling them, “Go get dressed.”

They’d still been leashed? Annoyance burbled in Steve’s mind. Slowly they rose from the bed, their innards aching in a pleasent, sated way. They were good girls, they didn’t need to be leashed all the time.

Steph brought them to their wardrobe and pulled an eye a pink uniform from its depth. Gradations of pink shades marked the different components, the dress a near neon pink, the apron, a creamy light pink, the stockings a cherry blossom pink. Sooo excessively girly, still, Steve didn’t object. It was Steph’s turn for outfits and the words themselves felt like far too much effort, as if they were floating out of reach. Instead, Steve simply avoided looking in the mirror, at least until Steph forced her to with their paw in order to apply lime green lipstick. Steph grinned and winked, her own lips a light cherry. Under the black of their hair, their lips contrasted starkly and pulled the eye toward them. Particular to the bright green ones. The color became ever more vibrant as Steve’s cheeks turned their own pink shade.

Steph laughed as Steve tore her eyes from herself and the lime lips.

“Adorable! Both of you. Are you hungry?” Tina asked.

Food?! The concept immediately stirred their stomach. Whirling, they barked and wagged their tail hopefully.

Tina grinned, “That sounds like a yes. I calculate a high chance that I turned that vib up too high. What would you like?”

Steph and Steve eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak first.

After a few moments of stubborn silence, Tina chuckled, “We can wait on the words.” Then held up the leashes. “Lets go for a walkie down to the kitchen.”

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