Annabelle nabs Ashley while you wrangle Tibby

The Black Fox seems like the bigger threat for now. It was the other lady who kidnapped Nancy, but she's probably still woozy from her tranquilizer. You were able to manhandle her in here easily enough. So you ignore her for now and launch yourself at Tibby.

Your pet is ready for you, skipping out of your reach with the agility of a cat and jumping on your back instead of letting you grab her. You stagger around aimlessly as you try to shake her off, only to lose balance and fall onto the bed.

Rolling, you get on top of Tibby and begin to wrestle playfully, which means you mostly just grope and tickle each other.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Annabelle sneak up on Ashley, who is still blondfolded and wondering what's going on. Picking up a bullet vibrator and turning it on, she slips it into Ashley, who jolts forward with a start. Annabelle chuckles. "My two home invaders are fighting over you, pet. That means mistress gets to play with you. My bullet should keep you simmering while I get us some toys."

Then she saunters to her closet, where she pulls out a small trunk. Opening it, she begins to rummage around loudly. But your focus is back on Tibby, who is trying to squirm on top of you. You let her think she's winning at first, only to pull her onto your lap and hold her down.

"Bad kitty!" you say, your hand coming down on her leather-clad ass with a sharp crack.

"Bad foxy!" Tibby reminds you with a giggle. "And that didn't hurt."

"Damn protective armor," you mutter. You wonder if it's even possible to get her out of the tight leather without her cooperation when you feel it. Your hand is wet. Confused, you feel around until you find the cause: there's a slit in the suit, a narrow opening in the crotch that allows your fingers access without removing the dominatrix costume.

You dig in, forcing your fingers into the crevasse until Tibby yowls in surprise. "What the- I didn't know this thing had an opening!"

Annabelle looks over and snickers. "Figures John would find it first. The Master Baiter is about to do what he does best. Which means I'll have you to myself for a while yet, Nancy."

Now wearing a purple strapon, bigger than the one your girls have shared in the past and slick with lube, she steps behind the bunny again. Ashley makes a disappointed sound when the vibrator is removed, but catches herself. "You won't get away with this, villain!"

Your fingers probe a moaning Tibby's entrance as you watch Annabelle line up her strapon. "And you're not getting out of this one until we've bred like rabbits. So save the theatrics, hare."

"Hey, are you just gonna let her do that to Nancy?" Tibby asks you.

"I can only deal with one menace at a time!" you retort, fingers digging even deeper. "Nancy, can you hold out until I've defeated the Black Fox?"

"Don't worry about me!" Ashley shouts back. "I've endured worse!"

"But have you enjoyed better?" Annabelle asks cockily. Her hands on Ashley's hips, she thrusts foward to enter her abruptly.

"Oh!" Ashley gasps. "I guess we'll see. My sidekick is, mmh, pretty good at this kind of thing. Ahh! He'll make short work of the Black Fox and then he's coming for you."

"I'd rather make you cum for me," Annabelle says with a smug grin. She thrusts more vigorously. Ashley doesn't respond except to groan lewdly. Tibby makes similar noises as you swirl your fingers around her pussy, racing Annabelle to see who can make whom cum first.

Tibby's excitement is aided by the show those two are putting on, but Ashley's temporary blindness forces her to focus on the physical sensations. In the end she's brought to orgasm first, but Tibby follows suit not long after.

Extracting your fingers from her slit, you help Tibby off your lap and stand up. Annabelle is still standing behind Ashley when you approach, the purple strapon resting partly inside her.