A Game of No Hands Chapter 29

Barely thirty minutes in to her plan to win the quest, Angelica rediscovered her hatred of textbooks. It didn’t help that Tipper clearly had no clue how to teach anything. After an intro that read like a breathless carnival barker’s patter about the sheer wonders that the reader could perform after completing the course, the text skipped around like an excited chihuahua hopped up on meth and seasoned with LSD.

Still, Angelica struggled on through the pile of yellowing paper and its stark blocky typewritten text. If she wanted to have a shot at beating Tina at the last challenge, she needed to lose her argumentative kink beforehand. That meant she had to solve the puzzle of bringing magic back to the manor with as little help from the others as possible. That meant distracting the others while she studied. Fortunately, Tina was compelled to spend hours primping in the morning and then distractible by her programming. That left Steve and Steph, who Angelica hoped would simply get distracted by cleaning the manor.

The dull roar of that vintage vacuum cleaner out in the hallway got Angelica’s hopes up that she’d be left alone. Unfortunately, it drew closer and until the doors to the library flew open as if kicked.

“Never fear! The dust busters are here!” Steph shouted with grinning mania. Steve blushed furiously as the pair wheeled the huge silver upright into the room. Without the thick walls it sounded like a small jet engine.

“That’s very loud!,” Angelica clapped her hands over her sensitive ears.

“Sorry! Can’t hear you! Its very loud!” Steph shouted as they began to erase the path of paw prints in the dust covered carpet.

“Be done in a jiffy Mistress.” Steve added.

Angelica sighed and grabbed the bundle of pages she’d been working through from the floor. While the recliner was quite large, Angelica’s wings prevented her from curling up quite as tightly as a normal feline, instead she’d reclined the back as far as it went and sprawled across it lengthwise. By placing the text on the floor and peering over the top of the seat, she’d achieved a somewhat comfortable reading position. Now carefully transferring the manuscript fragment to the side table, she watched Steph and Steve do their dance with vacuum cleaner. One paw on the thick handle, the other held the yellow power cord in the same manner a dilettante might hold a long cigarette. They drove down the depth of the room with a feminine saunter that called attention to that very short skirt. The last time Angelica had seen them walk like that was when she and Tina had good girled Steve into Steph. Had Tina triggered the pair? The vacuum’s fans propelled the scent of their arousal to Angelica’s nose.

At the end of room they gave the beast they piloted a shove that bent them slightly at the waist. That was enough to lift their skirt like a curtain to expose the glistening pink of their sex. So quick, it had to be an accident… Or they were trying to get themselves jumped again? Either way, Angelica pressed her nose to the aged leather of the recliner and willed herself not to look. Willpower lasted all of about thirty seconds as the husky maid crossed the length of the room again with that flirtatious walk and lifted tail. The cool air of the library kissed the tip of Angelica’s canine cock as it peeked out of her sheath and she shifted to bury it against the leather as her knot began to ach.

I’ll pounce them later, after I’ve decoded more of this book, when they’s not expecting it. She promised herself as she watched Steph and Steve finished vacuuming the visible carpet. When they went into the stacks Angelica deemed it safe enough to sprawl across the chair and stare at the manuscript.

Shortly thereafter the roar of the silver monster stopped. The entire library seemed to heave with relief.

“Oh mistress!” Steph broke the new silence, “That doesn’t look very comfortable.”

“Its fine.” Angelica ventured.

“We know just the thing. Be right back.” Tipping the Vacuum back on its wheels they rushed from the room before Angelica could muster a response. With a shrug, she settled back to find her page.

Ten minutes later, just as Angelica tentatively gripped the fragile thread of Tipper’s dreamy metaphors once again, the husky maids returned wheeling a cart with a massive pillow draped across it. Green with multicolored circles across its surface, it screamed the seventies. “We saw this down stairs in one of the rooms and found a cleanish pillow case with it.” Steve said with helpful cheer as they tossed it down beside the recliner. Nearly the size of a twin size mattress.

Angelica eyed it with suspicion but had to admit the pillow looked comfy and with most of the dirt removed from the floor she wouldn’t have to worry so much about licking her paws. Cradling the papers in one arm, she staggered a few step on two legs before settling down on the pillow.

Cushy! The pillow swiftly molded itself to Angelica’s long body and she gave a relieved mew.

“Better?” Steve asked.

“Much, thank you.” Angelica’s head instinctively turned toward the pair. Her gaze found the shiny paw boots and followed up the shapely legs, then froze. From this low angle the short skirt hid nothing and Angelica found herself staring up into their vivid red spade. Its inner folds shined with wetness. It be so easy to push up and taste them.

The pair turned away toward the bookcases before Angelica could make up her mind about this… display. They went over to their cart, pulling out a duster and a white cloth. Without waiting they attacked the bookshelves. Angelica snorted in a vain attempt to clear their sweet scent from her nose, she had to focus. Per Tina’s compulsion, Tina would be busy for another hour or so, making this the perfect time to do this studying. A good mistress could resist the flirtations of her pets. She’d jump the husky duo when she was ready.

Steadying herself she forced her eyes down onto the page and focused on Tipper’s explanation of magical gyrations. She absorbed a sentence, maybe two and her eyes lifted as she tried to puzzle out their meaning.

Steve and Steph worked in utter silence on a bookcase a few steps away. First reaching up on their toes to run the cloth over top shelf. Methodically, they dusted the surfaces of the binders and shelving, working their way downward. Their skirt barely covered their buttocks at first but it lifted as a slow curtain as they bent further and further, exposing their needy sex. Angelica watched, entranced and a bit confused at this performance. Neither head glanced back at her and both seemed focused on the dusting. Surely Steve wouldn’t do that consciously? Steph would be more direct, wouldn’t she?

Angelica resolved to deal with the pairs’ distracting behavior, rising from her pillow and silently stepping up behind them. They yipped softly as Angelica tongue flicked out over that luscious spade. Oh, it tasted even better than it smelled and Angelica buried her muzzle, licking and sucking.

Steph and Steve moaned as they bent further, clinging to the shelf in front of them by their nails.

“Oh mistress! We were, oh!” Steph let out a canine whine as Angelica nibbled on their juicy nether lips.

“Aaaah, Working!” Steve finished.

Angelica attempted to pull back to retort on the subject of the pair’s work ‘ethic’ but found her head held fast. Two shafts of pink bordered her vision. The tentacles held her by her curling horns. “Working to distract me.” Angelica growled around her mouthful of sweet flesh before thrusting her long tongue deep into the sex. Each drop of their juice she swallowed down made her own need rise. The low angle made it difficult for her to reach her own sex so she settled for tugging on her own fat nipple.

“No!” Steph barked as their body bucked. “We weren’t trying to-”

“-distract you!” Steve said as their tail wagged. “Only a bad dog would dooooo-”

Angelica shifted angles, alternating between gentle biting and laps of her tongue as Steve’s words shifted to incoherent howls.

Steph lasted longer, “We’re goooood girls Misstress! Good girls We- Aaaah ah ah!” The pair lost their grip on the bookcase as they greeted their orgasm warbling whines. The tentacles released Angelica’s head and she settled back onto her haunches with a satisfied smile.

She pondered the sexy maid laying in front of her, resting on spread knees. Clearly these naughty dogs needed to be punished. Maybe the cart had some toys for the task.

Yet the moment she took her eyes off Steve and Steph they surged up to their feet, whirling around in single movement. Angelica found herself staring up at two pairs of eyes, one blue, one brown but both united in their bright mania.

“We’re good girls!” Steve said.

“We’ll show you how good we are misstress!” Steph added.

Angelica opened her mouth to object as they pounced. Steph’s lips delivered a meteor strike of kiss, her tongue quickly subduing Angelica’s. Their paws raking down her neck and circling around to lift her breasts. Want over powered any thought of punishment as Angelica’s skin cried out for more touch and she pushed back against Steph’s kiss.

“Can’t have dust touching our mistress’ pelt.” Steve cooed as they squeezed Angelica’s heavy breasts, sending a fresh spring of warm pleasure through her. Steve brought her lips to the corner of Angelica’s muzzle. Smooth as silk, her lips and tongue replaced Steph’s, transfering the kiss. Steve’s kiss had less force but her tongue slid even deeper, probing the ridges of Angelica’s mouth. It cause her jaw to scissor open and her vision to blur.

“We love our mistress. Her breasts are so big! And soft!” Steph said, as they over bore Angelica. Her wings gave half flap of alarm as her back landed on the pillow. The kiss broke and she stared up at the library’s drop ceiling.

Wait, she thought to herself, why am I on my back? I’m the mistress! I should be on top…

Yet she couldn’t muster the will to do anything about this situation as twin mouths found her plug like nipples and sucked hard. A blissful haze rose in her mind as the huskie girls lavished attention on the breasts, nosing, licking, kneading. Beneath them Angelica mewled like an intoxicated kitten.

“Poor mistress.” Steph paused her mouth work, “Didn’t get off at all yesterday.”

They slide down Angelica’s body, their wet spade kissing the tip of her cock and paused, blocked by Angelica’s haunches.

Steve relinquished her nipple with a pop. “We want your pent up cock.” She panted.

“And pussy.” Steph added. A tendril slithered down, cool against the hot need of Angelica’s feminine sex. An irresistible promise of double satisfaction.

With a thoughtless moan of need, Angelica stretched out her feline legs straight behind her. Barrier removed, the pair swiftly took her. Engulfing her entire length in their warmth as their tentacles surged up into her pussy. Already primed from the breast play, a spasm of pleasure rocked through Angelica lower body, her cock giving a premature spurt into their depth.

“Aww, that was early.” Steve whined as Angelica fell limp beneath them.

“She’s got plently more to give, she’s all pent up. Don’t you mistress?” Steph giggled as the pair levered themselves up and down the cock, still stiff as a rod of moonsilver.

“Uma aa mrrrrew…” Angelica answered incoherently, her thoughts overwhelmed with the twin sensations of simultaneously surrounded and filled. The tentacles twisted, surging in thickness with each fall of the white furred hips. Angelica felt her balls throb and churn as they slowly gathered themselves for the next load. More than that though, the husky sister’s wet lips rhythmically kissed the edge of sheath, coaxing her swelling knot to popped free.

“Oooooh Yes!” Steve and Steph near howled with excitement as their powerful thighs shifted to grind against it’s girth. “Give us your knot!”

Steph continued, “It fits us. Lock us to your cock!” Slowly, thrust by thrust they began to sink over it.

“Fill us! Please!” Steve pleaded.

Angelica opened her eyes and beheld the pair, their skimpy maid uniform somehow entirely unmussed as it strained to contain their bountiful breasts. Their heads pressed cheek to cheek, eyes rolled back slightly and their tongues protrude over their black lower lips. Through each pulse of their hips they held their paws out in a classic begging pose. Seeing that, Angelica’s last shred of resistance slipped away. They’d come to her, performed for her, dressed up for her and it was her cock they craved, not Tina’s. With a victorious smile, she rewarded them with a thrust upward.

With that motion, the canine spade took every inch she had, clamping around the knot and squeezing with that incredible strength. Their tentacles surged, pulling up and pressing on a spot behind her balls. She came as if two hands had siezed her sacks and squeezed, forcing her to erupt. Again, Angelica’s body fell slack beneath the conjoined huskie girls as they tittered without mercy.

“Gods…” She mumbled.

“Oops…” Steve said as the pair shifted forward and pressed their paws into Angelica’s pillowy breasts. “Too much at once?”

“Or not enough!” Steph giggled, “We’re paying too much attention to her cock, lets make her femcum a few times now.”

Angelica moaned as she felt the volume within her wane.

“Cock ride.” Steve’s eyes shined with horny mischief.

Steph grinned with equal hunger. “Pussy fuck!”

“Cock Ride!” Steve barked.

“Pussy Fuck!” Steph growled back.

Beneath them Angelica mewled as renewed heat and need blossomed with in her.

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