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It had been over a month since Amethyst's moment as a damsel. A month since her mother begrudgingly accepted her relationship with Mama. Not that either the vole or Helga told her mother any specifics. It was one thing to say you were dating someone nearly double your age. It was another thing entirely to say that you were that person's slave.

Thankfully Helga's day collar fit Amethyst's punk attire.

Since that month, Amethyst had a few 'modifications' as it were. The rings through her nipples were still sensitive, so much that hugging the older pig as they rode in on Helga's bike made her whimper. Her Mama went faster whenever Amethyst tightened her grip, forcing her little pet to whimper more and more.

Little acts of sadism that made Amethyst proud of the collar around her neck.

They parked amongst several other bikes outside a large shack. Amethyst could hear heavy metal playing from the outside as she pulled her helmet off. Wind brushed through her freshly dyed hair, revealing the eye that had finally healed to Helga as she stripped her own helmet off.

"I figured it'd be bigger," The vole said, staring blankly into the wooden house before them, "And maybe had those swing doors you see in westerns."

"Those are pretty shit when it gets cold," Helga said, pulling out a leash and clipping it through the D-ring of Amethyst's day collar. The vole's heartbeat fluttered, just like every time she heard that metallic click against her neck. Amethyst hoped she'd never get used to it. Helga wrapped the leash around her fist and pulled her vole closer, kissing her in the open night air as the street light started shining above them. Her other hand gripped tight against the back of Amethyst's head, holding her steady as her tongue wrestled the vole's into submission.

If it wasn't for the leash, Amethyst would have fallen when her legs gave out from the excitement. The older pig brushed through her pet's hair when they broke apart, gazing lovingly into her indigo eyes with a predatory smile across her face. Amethyst liked to imagine her smile was similar, but couldn't help but feel a little goofy as Helga held her.

"So," Helga put a finger under Amethyst's chin, "is my bitch ready to meet my gang?"

"Oh, she's been ready for a long time, Mama," Amethyst leaned in, her hands gripping the pig's belt tight, "But is Mama?"

Helga snorted, "Oh? I think someone's asking for a few spankings later," she let go and gently pulled the leash behind her, "But that's for later. Time to meet everyone."

Manowar blasted through the vole's ears as Helga opened the door. Their shack looked bigger on the inside, with a bar against the wall with empty shelves and a TV hanging above it. Three women sat at the bar, a bobcat in an American flag bandana, and a sheep with daisy dukes, both otherwise dressed in biker leathers like Helga. The third woman, a white rabbit, seemed more like she came from a neighborhood association meeting with a green floral dress and red heels resting at her stool, letting her feet free. The clacking of Pool balls directed Amethyst to a pool table in the center of the room, where a wolverine and a doe were shooting shots. Well, the wolverine was. The doe seemed more focused on her phone.

The wolverine smiled when she looked up from her shot, signaling for the girls at the bar to pay attention. The bobcat sighed and tapped her phone on the counter, lowering the volume of whatever song was playing.

"Bout time!" the wolverine shouted, hosting her pool cue like a spear as Helga pulled Amethyst in, "Was wondering when you'd be sharing your pet."

The rabbit took note of Amethyst's confusion, "She doesn't mean physically, dear." she said as she got up from her chair and hugged Helga, "She's adorable, you bitch" she giggled, "Where did you meet her?"

"At a munch," Helga pulled Amy closer, running her hand through the vole's unshaven half, "She actually walked straight up to me and said my vest would look better on her, laying down next to me."

Amethyst blushed at her pick up line, the rabbit laughed hysterically. Meanwhile, the bobcat rolled her eyes and pulled out a twenty to hand to the sheep, who took it with a grin. The rabbit pinched the vole's cheeks, "God, she is adorable! If she wasn't with you I'd set her up with my son."

"She's gay, Allison."

The rabbit shrugged, "She's young. Plenty of time to experiment."

Helga grit her teeth. Allison backed off, still smiling as she took her seat. Amethyst scanned the room again, trying to better understand everyone around her. The doe didn't seem to care, leaning against the table as she aimed a pool shot with her cue behind her back. The bobcat turned her head to the TV with a beer bottle in hand. The wolverine, Tabitha if Amy remembered correctly, seemed to pay more attention to the two keys around her necklace than anything else. Only the sheep really focused on them, carrying a smug grin that had the vole grip Helga's sleeve tight.

"So," the sheep crossed her legs from her seat and peered down with prying eyes, "You going to initiate her?"

The vole's ears perked. She turned to Helga, who of all people, was blushing, "Well," the pig struggled to say, "I have thought about it."

"Just thought?" The sheep smirked as she sauntered over to the two, "Is big bitch Helga afraid of sharing her pet with the girls?" she looked up to Helga, arms to her side. Amethyst scowled at the sheep's smug expression, which only fueled whatever fire the older woman had, "I mean, why else would you bring her? We're not exactly a daycare."

Mama's breath tightened, the music echoed low throughout the clubhouse. A pool ball smacked another, but the sound didn't shatter the tension in the air. Amy tightened her grip on the sleeve of Helga's leather jacket, more to calm her Mama down than to guarantee her own safety. So long as she was with Helga, Amethyst knew she was safe.

"No." Tabitha said, shattering the silence.

Amethyst took note of the sheep's surprise before everyone turned to the wolverine. The green-eyed biker stood tall, holding her cue to her side as she climbed up to the pool table and kicked the balls into their respective corners, ignoring the doe's frustration. She jumped off the table and brought her cue between Helga and the sheep.

"What do you mean no, Tabs?" the sheep huffed, squinting at her with suppressed fury, the kind Amethyst had seen in her mother during frustrating cases.

"You know what no means, Dawn," the wolverine smiled.

"So what," Dawn pointed to Amethyst, "you're just gonna let this little punk in because she's Helga's bitch? Last I checked, being a Shield Sister meant getting fucked by whoever's in charge," she waved her hand to the rest of the gang, "with everyone watching. We've all done it," she pressed her finger against Tabitha's leather jacket, standing over the wolverine by a few inches, "Even you."

Tabs smiled, "That was back when Helga ran the gang," she rested her stick on her shoulder, "But I'm in charge now, so I make the rules."

"What about tradition?"

"Fuck," Tabitha brushed the finger away, "Tradition."

The bobcat raised her drink, "Here here," she cheered unenthusiastically before returning to her show. Amethyst sneaked a peek at Helga. The older pig's looked just as confused as she felt, only she stared down Tabitha with that perplexion.

"Helga, you want your bitch in the gang?" Tabitha asked, pointing to Amethyst with her thumb.

"I..." Helga fumbled with her words, "Y-yeah," she pulled the leash in closer, "Yeah, I want her in the gang."

Tabs nodded, "Valkyries," she shouted, "raise your hands if you want Helga's little cuntlicker in the gang."

For the sake of politeness, Amethyst didn't say anything about the free usage of insults they had for her. She smiled when everyone but Dawn raised her hand. The sheep folded her arms and sulked.

"Good, then it's decided. She's allowed to take the trials."

Dawn and Helga asked simultaneously, "Trials?" the pig's ears dropped, "Plural?"

"Yeah, trials. What, you think I'm letting your pet be a Shield Sister?" Tabitha chuckled as she headed back to the pool table, swaying her muscular ass with each step, "Nah. I'm making a new rule. Bitches can't be Shield Sisters."

"So you're stripping Dawn on her standing?" Helga pointed to the sheep, "Cause she used to be my piss bitch."

"It was one fucking time!" the sheep shouted, fists heavy as she pouted, "And no fucking way am I losing my spot."

Tabitha chuckled, "Relax, Toilet Bowl. You're getting grandmothered in. Besides, you ain't Helga's bitch anymore anyway. Though if you two ever reconsidered-"

"No," Helga and Dawn said together.

"Good, good," Tabitha nodded, resting her pool cue across her shoulders, "so yeah, Shield Sisters don't get to be bitches of other sisters. We stand together in battle as equals, and your bitch can't be your equal, no matter how much you trust each other in your relationship. After all, one has to hold the leash."

"So instead," she pointed to Amethyst, smiling wide with sharp teeth, "She's going to be your, and the first, Shield Slave."

The bobcat turned off the music. All of the gang except the doe looked at Tabitha, each giving off an aura of disbelief, confusion, and a little 'are you serious' in the mix.

"Sounds dumb," the doe said, not even turning away from her phone, "did you just make that up?"

"N-no," Tabitha blushed, "shut the fuck up, Debbie."

Debbie shrugged, "Trials better be interesting at least."

"Oh, they'll be 'interesting' all right." she held up three fingers, "Three in total. First, the trial of humility."

"How original."

Tabitha bared her fangs, "You know what else is original? My fist up your ass!" she growled.

Debbie rolled her eyes, "Whatever, just get on with it."

Amethyst looked back up to Helga, who looked down at her with a confused, but heartwarming smile as she brushed through her vole's green hair. She rested her cheek against the calloused palm, finding comfort in the warmth and sweat building up in it.

"So, for the first test, the slave must show appreciation for her betters. She must strip down and kiss the feet of every Valkyrie present, crawling on all fours like the meat she is."

The vole's ears drooped. Helga let go of the leash and lightly grabbed the wolverine's shoulder, "Amy, stay here. We'll be right back."

A heavy metal song began to play as Mama and the wolverine headed to the back away from prying eyes. Amethyst grabbed her leash, holding it tight as she tried to avoid eye contact with everyone else. She shouldn't be so nervous, these were Mama's friends after all. It didn't make her feel like she wasn't in a den of lions.

Lions might have been less intimidating.

"So, Amy is it?" Allison asked, gently pushing the vole from the door and to the counter, "How old are you if I may ask?"

"T-twenty-two."

"Oh, so young. Would you like anything to drink? We have Corona's, Dragon's Milk-"

"The Dragon Milk is Tabs'," the bobcat interjected.

"Oh, I'm sure she won't mind, Jo. We're hosting her after all,"

Dawn huffed, "You sure baby wouldn't prefer a bottle?"

"Wow, you really are jealous today." the doe still didn't look up from her phone, "Trouble in the sack?"

"Fuck off, Debbie. No one asked you." she turned to Amethyst, "I just figured Helga would have picked someone a little more...interesting."

She wanted to retort with something clever. Throw some jeers that would make Dawn fluster, storm out, and maybe get hit by a truck. Nothing came. Her hands strained tighter against her leash instead as the vole started to look away, but she stopped. Just because she was Helga's bitch didn't mean she had to put up with this. She let go of the leash, and gave Dawn the middle finger.

Only Dawn seemed to notice, not that it stopped the rest of the gang from throwing a little oil into the fire. "Harper too tired from work?" Jo asked with a smile, "or did Timmy get in trouble at school again?"

Amethyst smirked at that, "I bet he's got quite the potty mouth."

Allison covered her mouth with both hands to suppress her giggles, Jo patted Amethyst on the back and laughed from her gut. Dawn scowled, "Oh, you think that's funny you little-"

"Enough," Helga boomed. Everyone, including Debbie, turned as the pig and wolverine reentered their little gathering area. Mama's stride carried an aura of control around her, a cold presence that made Amethyst weak in the knees for a number of reasons. She pushed Dawn aside, putting herself between her pet and the sheep.

A sharp slap echoed throughout the clubhouse. Amethyst brought her palm to her face, nursing the warm sting from Helga's hand. Confused, she looked up to her owner, who was staring down at the vole with cold eyes.

"Strip before your betters, slut." Helga ordered. Despite her confusion, Amethyst followed as instructed. Weeks of training made Helga's orders second nature to the vole. If the pig asked her to jump, she wouldn't even ask how high. She'd go as high as she could because Helga would be there to catch her.

Prying eyes riddled the skin under her fur with goosebumps. The punkish vole's ears twitched at the soft whispers between Allison and Jo, taking note of the belt locked tight over her pussy and the rings that dangled as she struggled her shirt off. Mama didn't let her wear a bra today.

She earned another slap as she kicked her clothes to the side. Helga held her leash taut as she grabbed Amy's muzzle, "Put them on the table," she growled. Legs shivering, the vole caught herself against the hardwood floor. Shaking with excitement and fear, she gathered each article of clothing she discarded and brought them to the table. She returned to her knees when finished, arms behind her and chest out, her head facing forward but her eyes not focused on anything.

Helga pulled her up, "Good girl," she cooed, carrying an aggressive edge with her comfort. She pulled the vole's head back, letting the girl squeak as she spoke aloud and faced her fellow bikers.

"I, Helga Foley, Hrist of the Frels Valkyries, offer to you, my Shield Sisters, my property. She is to carry my shield when my arm tires, to bring me my mead when I thirst, and," Helga turned to Tabitha with an indignant expression before rolling her eyes and continuing, "warm my bed for cold nights. I offer her to be tested in your eyes, to see if she is worthy to walk into our halls by the end of my chain."

Laughter echoed through the room. Blush flushed Amethyst's cheeks, and Helga's too. She didn't hate the humiliation. Truth be told, ever since their movie date the vole looked forward to more public outings. But she didn't want Mama to be embarrassed.

Tabitha raised her bottle, "I, Tabitha Blake, Kara of the Frels Valkyries and its leader, accept your offer. Have her crawl and press her lips against the boots of her betters."

"Don't talk back and thank them for what they say," Helga whispered as she pushed Amethyst down to her knees, "Just imagine it's me you're worshiping."

Allison was first, her feet pressed up against Amethyst's snout as Helga pushed her to all fours like a feral pet. The vole closed her eyes, taking in the scent of the rabbit's feet. The sweat of an entire day in heels. Lips against the soles, she pressed against them as she had with her Mama's work boots after hard work days. The older rabbit chuckled ecstatically as Amethyst worked the second foot, the humiliation sending quivers through the vole's spine.

"You're such an adorable little bitch," she said, patting Amethyst's head with her bunny feet, "Aren't you?"

Amethyst nodded, not looking up to her better, "Yes. Thank you, Miss Allison."

The rabbit held back her squeals, pulling her feet up as though she'd tasted something sweet and had to compress her entire body like a cartoon character. Helga pulled the leash, forcing Amy to crawl along the floor to Jo's boots. They were similar to Helga's, though the bottoms were covered in more grime and oil than Helga's usual dust covered footwear. Amethyst swallowed what little pride she had and went for the soles, but Jo pressed the top of her boots to the vole's lips.

"Clean them, toe to top." the bobcat ordered. Amethyst draped her tongue across the leather, drying it out as she lathered her saliva over the top of the bobcat's boots. Unlike with Allison, the vole could sneak a peek at Jo's gaze down upon her. The bobcat carried a small smirk with her, like Helga the first time she worshipped Mama's feet. Amethyst smiled, wetting her tongue again as she started the second boot.

Debbie ignored her throughout the ordeal, filling the vole with a sense of shame of all things. Shame that she couldn't pry the doe from her phone as she kissed and cleaned her heels with her mouth. Helga's affectionate patting removed any doubts of her skill.

Dawn pressed Amethyst to the floor with her foot, not letting the girl present herself to the heel or sole. Heavy Metal hung in the background as she struggled to kiss from the foot on her face, trying desperately to not fight against the bitch of a sheep holding her down. A soft chuckle from Dawn echoed above, followed by an aggressive snort from Helga. The pressure lessened, letting Amethyst press her lips against the soles of Dawn's sneakers.

"Just reminding her of her place," Dawn explained to Helga. Amethyst didn't look up to comment, keeping her eyes to the ground and letting Mama direct her to the next pair. Debbie's hooves rendered her shoeless, leaving Amethyst's lips to touch the floor when she kissed them. Like with everything, the doe wasn't pulled from her phone. Something Amethyst was actually ok with, given how Dawn treated her.

Tabitha was last, heavy leather combat boots with a steel taste when the vole kissed against them. The wolverine patted Amethyst's side parted punk hair, "I can see why Helga went through so much for you," she said affectionately, carrying a hint of envy in her tone. Helga pulled the chain taut, bringing Amethyst up to her knees. She kneeled behind the vole, lips against Amethyst's studded ear. Warm breaths made her spine shiver in pleasure as her owner congratulated her.

"Good girl."

"Now," Tabitha stepped off from her chair and grabbed Amethyst's collar, only for Helga to grab the wolverine's arm and tighten her grip. They stared with intensity at each other before Tabitha slouched her shoulders, let go, and signaled Helga to pull Amethyst up. "Where was I? Oh right, now comes the test of endurance. The slave shall present her ass to the Valkyries," she pointed her cue to the pool table, "there will do. Each Valkyrie aside from the owner will have three strikes against the slave. If the slave gives her safeword, then she must start the trials over."

Helga dragged her over before the vole could comment, pressing her face first against the green matting of the pool table and exposing her ass to the rest of the girls. Amethyst bit her lip as her nipples pressed against the furniture, still sore from her piercings. Jo whistled, "Didn't know they made chastity belts that gave so much room to play with the ass."

"I know, right?" Helga said delightfully, "If I had anything to complain about, it'd be that I couldn't find a plastic version."

"Ladies," Dawn broke the conversation, "Can we focus? Tabs are we just spanking her or can we use toys? Last I checked, no one brought a paddle or a brush here."

"I have a brush." Allison said, leading Amethyst's tail to quiver. The laughter of small bit of those who noticed it made her cheeks flush red under her brown fur. Tabitha unscrewed her pool cue, handing the top half to someone out of the corner of the vole's eye, "This work for ya?" the wolverine asked, only to be answered with approving snickers.

"Seems a little basic," Dawn said, her cold hand trailing along the vole's tail, "And what about her tail? Wouldn't want to hit this by accident."

"She can hold it up," Helga assured, hand toying with Amethyst's ear piercings, "But I can keep it up if you really need an easier target."

Debbie perked up from her phone, "Anyone got a bag?"

"Why?" Helga asked.

The doe pointed to Amethyst, "To cover her head. Spankings hurt more when you're blind right?"

"I don't think we need to-"

"Why not use Helga's underwear?" Dawn chipped in, "I'm sure it's big enough."

Amethyst imaged Mama's cold glare focusing in on Dawn. The pig woman had done worse for less, and was more than capable of throttling the smaller lamb. Instead, her Mama chuckled, "Ok," Amethyst heard the pig's belt unbuckle, "Not like you all haven't seen my ass."

Woos and tipsy cheers echoed behind Amethyst as four women egged her owner to drop her trousers. The fresh scent of Helga's excitement overwhelmed her nose as the porcine woman wrapped the black fabric across her pet's face. Amethyst breathed it deep, adding excitement to her own while her head rested on the table. She laid there, ass bare a group of women, each nearly twice her age, naked with her lover's panties blanketing every sniff with her Mama's pussy.

Her moans trembled as Helga tied the leash to her tail, tightening it to force it upwards while having the collar attached to it pressed tighter around her neck. Helga stood across the table from her and pulled the vole's arms forward, locking them down and away from the rest of the bikers.

She smiled. Amethyst liked to think she returned the smile with something seductive, an expression that egged her owner even further but still kept a poised taste. Like she still had a wall left to be broken.

From Helga's little snicker, that probably wasn't the case.

The first strike came without warning; a swift hit against her lower cheeks with the cue. Amethyst squealed, pulling her arms in on reflex only to have Helga hold them in place. Another swing fell onto her bottom, aiming higher but still hitting hard enough to make her shriek.

"Just like that," Tabitha said, hitting the girl's ass a third time, "Who's next?"

The vole mentally counted off the strikes, looking to Helga for comfort with tears in her eyes. After the ninth hit, they spread her legs further, leaving her inner thighs open for the next set. Her leather clad owner leaned in after the twelve swing, "Just Allison left. You're doing great," she pressed her lips on the panties covering her forehead, "Mama is so proud."

Her ass twitched as a cold paddle brushed across her reddened cheeks. The table shifted as someone took a seat on it, and a cold hand fell on the other cheek.

"She's a tough little nut, isn't she?" Allison snickered, "My husband would've broke on the second swing."

The flat end of the brush came down light lightning as they talked. There was a numbness where it struck, a sweet second where Amethyst wondered if she'd even been hit. Then it came, like a burning spike covered in acid had been driven into her left cheek. She heard her screams bounce off the walls, louder than any grunts or squeaks Helga pulled out of her in their sessions.

The rabbit's laugh was the most sadistic thing the vole had heard in her life, "Oh, did that hurt?" she asked, brushing the cold flat end across Amethyst's other cheek, "I wasn't putting that much effort into it."

Another strike hit. The spike imagery came again, her screams and struggles became more rampant. Two of the bikers behind the vole held her legs together to keep her from squirming. Allison's soft cackling echoed through Amethyst's ears while Helga tried to calm her down. She was afraid, so much that the safeword was at the edge of her tongue.

"You can do this," Helga whispered, "Just one more and it's a cake walk from here."

The brush softly pressed against the space where Amethyst's cheeks touched, "Oh, I think you deserve at least one good hit. What do you say, girls?"

Amethyst's breaths ragged as voices of approval sounded behind her. She held it in, her tail struggled against its bindings as she tensed herself, waiting for the inevitable strike. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," the rabbit patted the vole's tail, "Just relax deary. It's almost over."

She knew that. In her mind she only had one more hit to go, just one. She ran the number over and over in her head, each time only frightening her as the vole's exposed cheeks trembled in the open air of the bar. Amethyst didn't want another one, she wanted to be done and be cradled in Helga's arms. She looked to Helga, eyes wide and begging for mercy.

The pig pulled her in closer, resting her pet's face into her bosom and brushing her hair. For that moment, that sweet moment, Amethyst let go.

And Allison struck.

The vole's wails were muffled in her Mama's chest. The porcine woman held her girl tightly as the final sting, harder than the previous strikes, burned into her ass. Tears stained the underwear that masked her face. Her hands dug as far as they could into Helga's jacket. Mama pulled her panties from Amethyst's face, cooing and whispering that it was ok. She passed.

"Can't have been that bad." Dawn interrupted, "I've seen Allison do-" the sheep was cut off by the daggers in Helga's gaze. Cradling her sub, the older pig pulled her off the table and rested her on the ground. She took special care to make sure Amethyst's reddened cheeks didn't hit the cement.

"You did good, Amy. I just need you to hold out for a little longer. Can you do that for me? I promise what comes next will not be painful."

The young punkgirl sniffed. She tried to say something, but opted to nod instead. Helga returned her response with a soft smile and a light kiss on the lips, "Good girl. We get through this, you get to pick what's for tonight."

With a nod from Helga, Tabitha smiled, "And now," she announced, standing across the room on a pile of wooden crates, "We come to the final trial, the trial of ownership. In this trial, the slave must...must..." Tabitha held her head as she sank into her thoughts, "Come on Tabs," she muttered, "you had something for this."

"Drink her piss."

Everyone turned to Dawn, who, despite shouting it out to everyone, carried a blush across her face. The sheep buried her hands into her coat pockets, "What? Seems appropriate. I mean," she leaned against the wall, her legs straining like she wanted to seep into the structure and disappear, "If I had a personal bitch, I'd say making her drink my piss would really seal the deal about who's in charge. Can't really get much lower than that."

A single cough echoed the room. Then laughter erupted. Amethyst and Dawn were the only ones not sharing in the merriment, both for their own reasons.

"Course you'd suggest that," Tabitha jeered, "But it's better than whatever I had in mind," she nodded to Helga, "You ok with that? Or do you have a bashful bladder?"

Helga gave her the bird, "I can do it. It's not the worst thing I've done in front of you all. But," she brushed Amethyst's snout upwards to her gaze, "are you ok with it? We haven't really done watersports."

Her eyes sifted through the room. They had never even talked about watersports before, let alone whether Amethyst actually liked the idea. She didn't, but considering how degraded she was already, it did not frighten her. The vole smiled, in some twisted way, she wanted to see just how far she could go for Helga and her friends, right here and now. If only that perfect highschooler could see what she had become. Amethyst fingered her collar, "Course I am, Mama. I'm yours, afterall."

Her Mama's smile turned the vole's legs to jelly, making it impossible to get up without Helga holding her hands. Allison and Jo went behind the counter to grab several rolls of paper towels, laying several of them on the floor in a big enough pattern for Amethyst to lay about.

The gang circled the two as Helga crotched over her bitch, her snatch out, wet, and dripping against Amethyst's face. The vole's mouth salivated at the sight, her nose filled with the pig's desire, her need. She wanted to dive right in and make her owner cum in front of everyone. Maybe she should have suggested that, but the time for suggestions had passed.

Helga let out a deep breath as she let a small stream of urine flow out from her urethra, right under her aroused clit. Amethyst closed her eyes as it poured down on her, splattering across her face, her hair, and the towels around her as Helga aimed for her mouth. It was bitter, enough for Amethyst to gag but not to quit.

She drank down whatever fell into her maw. The bikers around them laughed, mocking her as she obediently swallowed her Mama's fluids. It didn't bother her. Any shame she had was gone, replaced with joy and arousal as her own cunt dripped down her legs and stained the towels on the floor. She was a freak, a pervert, and, as far as these women were concerned, a masochistic little fucktoy for Helga.

And god dammit, she loved it.

Helga pulled her up when she finished, burying her tongue deep into Amethyst's pissed filled maw. She tried to pull away at first, not wanting her Mama to taste her own piss, but Helga didn't let her. Gripping the collar by her fist, Helga ravaged her slut's mouth like she had so many times before. The bikers clapped, applauding their hedonistic display of debauchery.

"Welcome to the gang," Helga whispered as she pulled away, "my Shield Slave."