Merrie rushed out the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder and her leather boots scraping on the rough wooden step. She spun around and yanked the door shut. The magical rune below the handle flashed twice, then turned red. Releasing it, she hurried down the small garden and along the wooden boardwalk that ran along the dirt road.

"I'm late, I'm late," she chanted as she cut across the street and headed down Malcom East. Her skirt, the only clean one in the house, was shorter than she normally wore to work; it teased her upper thighs and she felt the warm spring air running past her legs. The brilliant red fabric was light and breezy. It complemented her cream blouse and socks that stopped right below her knees. The only piece of jewelery she wore was a butterfly hairpiece to hold back her curly, blonde hair.

Ten minutes into her bustle, her thighs burned with her efforts to hurry up. She crossed Center Line Road at a diagonal and jumped up on the boardwalk on the far side. The crowds were thicker near the center of the city and she had to push her way around people to make it to work on time.

Ahead, she saw a man standing in the center of the pedestrian traffic, creating a swirl of humanity as they circled around him. He was watching everyone through dark eyes. As she drew closer, she saw he wore studded leather armor and had a sword. She grabbed her handbag and felt a surge of worry. Very few people outside of the city guards wore weapons in town, more so during the middle of the work week.

She ducked her head and passed him. As she did, she heard him speak in a throaty growl. "Oh yeah, that's the one."

Peeking up, she saw him staring straight at her. With a squeak, she snapped her head back forward and pushed her way through the crowds. The look he gave her sickened her stomach and she wanted to get as far away as possible.

She slowed when she saw another man in leather armor standing at the opposite end of the block. His back was too her but doing the same thing as the first, watching the people as they passed.

Merrie came to a stop and turned around. The man behind her had resumed his watching the crowds. Looking around, Merrie spotted another watcher on the far side of the block, opposite of the first. When she saw the third, she knew there would be a fourth.

Fear filled her as she looked around frantically, trying to find some way out. Because she was walking through the upper merchant district, the stores on either side of the road were still locked and sealed shut. Bars covered the windows and metal gates and magical runes glowed along the entrances.

She spotted an alley and rushed to it, shoving people out of the way. She felt foolish and terrified at the same time and the curses that followed her didn't help either. She made it to the alley just as a man with dark brown hair stepped out of it.

He was huge, a thriban with dusty green skin and muscular arms thicker than her waist. One tooth poked out of his mouth as he focused directly on her. His eyes looked like two dirty orbs of sickly yellow, flecked with green. Like the other men she saw, he wore studded leather armor. Instead of a short sword, he had a wide-bladed, long sword in a scabbard at his waist.

Merrie felt her sphincter clench at the dark, malevolent gaze he gave her. She stepped back, but when she hit a pedestrian, she was shoved forward. Stumbling, her arms flailed until she hit the thriban in the chest; it was like hitting a solid wall of stone. The studs of his leather arm dug into her face and she whimpered as she pushed away.

The thriban grabbed her by the hair and pulled him to his chest. The studs scraped against her face as he crouched down. Wrapping one massive arm around her waist, he picked her off the ground and slung her over his shoulder.

She screamed as shrilly as she could. Her attempts to wiggle free were useless against the iron-tight grip holding her down. The ridge of the thriban's shoulder dug into her stomach, adding pain to her terror.

The thriban bellowed in a deep, rumbling voice. "Grab and stab!"

Light sparkled along the segment of road. The man slung her over his shoulder and she felt his shoulder digging into her gut. Behind him, runes on the wall burst into life. They were far more complicated than the ones used to heat her water or lock her door. More runes appeared in a line, running down the side of the street.

Terrified and confused, Merrie peered over her shoulder to see another set of magical runes lining the opposite side of the street. Seconds later, they reached the end of the street just as two more lines crossed the hard-packed road and completed a circle that encircled the entire block.

The world collapsed around Merrie. One moment, she was staring at the stone wall glowing with runes, and the next she felt her lungs and body being crushed into nothingness. Her stomach twisted violently and she felt bile rising up in her throat. Then, they were somewhere else.

The stone wall became the inside of a warehouse. Merrie threw up on the thriban's back. She sobbed and whined as she tried to pry herself loose. The thriban's grip on her tightened and she felt his fingers digging into her side.

"Ah damn," he muttered.

Another man laughed. "Bitch threw up you, Bass."

Bass growled and turned toward him. "Shut up, Trunk."

As he turned, Merrie found herself staring at the people from the street. They were now in a large warehouse. Men with drawn swords pushed their way into the dazed and confused crowds. She watched as one of the armed men rushed up to a fat man and slam his sword into the man's gut.

Merrie screamed as the man collapsed to the ground, but the attacker wasn't done. He dropped on the slaughtered pedestrian and started to tear off necklaces, jewels, and his money belt. Next to him, an girl with brunette hair was yanked from the downed man's arm and pulled toward the wall by another warrior. She screamed out and pummeled him until another attacker stepped in and punched her hard in the stomach. She folded in half and they dragged her from the crowds and toward Bass.

The attackers moved quickly, picking out young people, male and female, and slaughtering the old. Riches and artifacts were thrown into bags. By the time the pedestrians managed to fight back, there was only a dozen left of them and they fell quickly under the onslaught of a dozen armed men.

Behind Bass, the captured pedestrians were being dragged to a wagon. It was low to the ground but the sides of the wagons reached easily three meters above the base. A door was open and the abductors were shoving their prisoners. Merrie could hear the thuds of them hitting the wooden floor of the wagon and the cries coming from inside.

One of the prisoners tried to escape the wagon. He punched the nearest guard, but before he could crawl out, an abductors ran him through with a spear. He fell back and there were more screams from inside. One of the warriors reached in and pulled out the dying man. They tossed him aside like discarded wood.

Merrie looked away, sickened. She tried to crawl away from Bass' grip, but Bass just pinned her tighter. She felt his shoulder digging into her gut and the discomfort mixed with her fear in a terrifying combination.

"Don't worry, cutie, old Bass will take care of you."

Bass gave her ass a slap before he turned around and headed for the wagon. Merrie saw three more wagons on their side of the warehouse and another four on the far side. All of them were filled with people, screams, and terror.

In the center, there was just blood and corpses. In less than two minutes, the abductors had killed or kidnapped everyone on the street. A few remaining men headed toward the wagons, stabbing every prone body as they passed.

Merrie looked away at the violence and devastation. Her entire world had brutally changed in a matter of minutes and she didn't know what would happen next. It terrified her and she felt sick to her stomach.

Bass lifted her off his shoulder and tossed her into the wagon.

She hit someone's thighs and arms and slid to the ground in a pool of vomit. Sobbing, she tried to get to her feet but she slipped and hit the floor of the wagon again. Hands reached down for her and she clung on them, using the others to regain her feet. Looking around, she saw fifteen other people in the wagon with her. All them would be fairly attractive, if it wasn't for the naked fear on their faces.

Bass leaned in and looked around. His yellowed eyes focused on Merrie and he chuckled. "Yeah, we got ourselves a good catch this time."

Merrie shuddered at his look, she didn't know if it was cruelty or lust in the thriban's eyes, but it terrified her nonetheless.

He pulled back and slammed the wagon door closed. Darkness swallowed up the prisoners and Merrie stood, blind and terrified. Cries and sniffing surrounded her.

"W-what is going to happen?" It was a boy on the far side.

"I don't know," said an equally terrified woman.

Outside, Merrie heard shouting. Through the cracks of wagon, a brilliant light speared through the darkness. Merrie gasped along with the rest of the prisoners.

"What-"

The world collapsed in on itself again. Merrie let out a strangled groan. The teleportation spell folded her body, squeezing it down to a single point in space. She felt her very being crushed and twisted, mutilated and folded. She thought it was never end and her sanity would be torn apart.

The wagon crashed into the ground, rocking to the side before settling back into place. Light streamed in through the cracks, but Merrie couldn't see anything.

"All right," bellowed Bass, "let's check out our catch."

The door slammed open and Merrie was blinded by sunlight that poured into the wagon. Hands reached out and grabbed her, yanking her out into the fresh air. She let out a shriek, but a slap silenced her.

"Stand there," came an order. She cowered but obeyed. As they pulled out more of the prisoners, Merrie looked around.

They were in a yard of some sort. The ground was packed hard beneath her, but she could see human footprints everywhere. Along the outer fence were guards with crossbows and swords. They watched the prisoners as they were unloaded from four wagons. Merrie wondered what happened to the other four wagons, but didn't dare ask.

A guard stood in front of her. "Strip."

"What?" she asked incredulously.

He slapped her across the face. "Silence!"

Merrie opened her mouth to ask a question and he raised his hand. Cowed, Merrie looked down where they were lining up the other prisoners. Some of them were already stripping, prompted by the armed guards threatening them. She stripped with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Bass came down the line as she pulled off her last sock. He looked over her and rubbed his crotch. Merrie swallowed her revulsion and looked away. She held one hand over her own sex and her arm over her breasts. At his gaze, she wished her breasts were much smaller; they swelled over her arm and she couldn't hide them from his leer.

When she felt the large, meaty hand grab her arm, she let out a sob. Bass forced her arm down and grabbed her breast with his other hand. She shuddered at his touch and the rough fingers that squeezed her tit.

Bass twisted his grip on Merrie's soft mound. His fingers dug into her flesh and she felt her nipple growing tight from the sensations. It hurt but the humiliation that burned in her body ached even more.

"Now, little bitch, you're just my type." He released her breast and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. She glared at him through tear-filled eyes; up close, he was almost a half meter taller than her.

Bass gestured with his chin. "Add her to our pile." One of the guards shoved her to the side to an area marked off by two wagons with "Paladin Puppy Mill" painted on the side. There was already a prisoner standing near the wagons, the first woman Merrie saw captured.

Merrie was shoved up against the girl and ordered to stay. Three guards surrounded them. Merrie turned to the girl and whispered, "Hi."

The brunette looked at her, tears rolling down her face, whispered back. "What is going on?"

"I don't know. I'm Merrie."

"Sama. I was just going to visit the museum for the day. Why are they doing-"

"Silence!" ordered a guard.

Merrie flinched as his command but clamped her mouth shut. She clutched Sama, holding her tightly. She lifted her head and watched as Bass inspected the prisoners. He had a companion, a woman with a bloody apron. Together, they walked down the line of sobbing prisoners.

"I want her," announced Bass as he pointed to a girl, maybe early twenties and black hair. She had large breasts and tried to cover them and the thick patch of pubic hair between her legs at the same time.

"Look at the tits on her." The woman spoke with a cultured, almost elegant voice. "She's a cow and you know it."

"Fine," grumbled Bass as he pointed to the next two women. "Then I get these two."

"Bah, I ain't got time for small-titted bitches. You can have them. You need a breeder, Bass?"

"One," Bass pointed to a skinny guy with dirty-brown hair, "that guy. You can have the others."

She grinned and licked her lips. "I do need a bit more sausage at my farm."

They continued to pick and choose their prisoners. Every one that Bass picked was immediately dragged to join Merrie and Sama. The woman's choices were dragged into a circle guarded by two men with short swords.

As they reached the last one, a girl barely sixteen, both Bass and the woman stopped. They looked at her as the girl sobbed pitifully. The woman scratched her nose. "Not interested, she's too young and she won't produce any milk for months."

Bass shrugged. "Why not. I'll take her. I'm not fond of breaking in ones that young."

As guards dragged the sobbing girl toward Merrie, Bass shook hands with the woman. "Pleasure doing business."

"See you at the festival, Bass."

Bass nodded and jammed his hands into his pockets. The thriban paced back to his prisoners. "All right, guys, let's get home. I'm hungry."

One of the prisoners whimpered. "What is going to happen to them?"

A guard barked "Silence" and smacked the one who spoke.

Bass chuckled and stopped in front of Merrie. His eyes bore into her and she shivered at the look. "Be happy you aren't staying here. Old Mare runs a dairy farm here. The girls will spend the rest of their lives shackled to stocks, pregnant and producing milk. As soon as they run dry, she sells them off as meat to Lord Dolcetin."

"A-And the guys?" came a question followed by another slap.

Bass chuckled. "She does something with their cocks, turns them into huge fuckers that will spend the rest of their," he empathized the word, "days fucking until their hearts explode. Then," he gestured with a hand, "off to the meat farm."

"What-" Sama clamped her mouth shut before the words escaped.

Bass stepped in front of her. She shied away from him but he followed her when she tried to back away. Sama wilted underneath his gaze. Bass took a final step forward and jammed his hands between her legs. Sama jerked up, almost off the ground, then let out a shriek. She planted her hands on his wrist and strained to move his hand.

He chuckled and drew her closer, dragging her by her hips. Merrie had no doubt that his thick fingers were violating Sama and holding her in place. Merrie felt a spasm with sympathy in her own vagina.

Sama twisted her hips, tried to pull away, as tears splashed down on her pert breasts and chest. She looked at Merrie with pleading eyes and Merrie felt a stab of guilt at her helplessness.

Bass growled into Sama's ear, "And you, little bitch, are going to learn how to be quiet. In fact, I think I'm going to take you and your little blonde friend's," he leered over at Merrie, "and train you personally."

Merrie shuddered at the tone of his voice.

Bass, fingers still jammed into Sama, spoke to the prisoners. "And, if any of you don't listen to my orders, then I will cut your pretty little throats. Do you understand?"

Sobs and cries were his answer. Bass pulled his fingers free of Sama and brought them to his lips. "Mmm, tasty." He licked them clean before speaking to the guards. "Come on, get them loaded."

Merrie and the others were shoved into the two wagons and ordered to sit down on benches inside. When the only male tried to speak, a guard punch him. As the guy recovered, the guard sat down next to him with his unsheathed sword on his lip. The threat was obvious.

She took the hint and remained silent as the wagons headed out of the dairy farm.

Merrie woke up with a start. She was sleeping with her head on Sama's shoulder. On the other side of Sama, the last girl, the young one, was curled up on the bench with her head on Sama's lap. Yawning, Merrie sat up and looked around.

Night had come while they slept and the wagon was quiet. Everyone but her was dozing, including the three guards. She glanced toward the back of the wagon and, to her surprise, it was clear. It would only be a matter of slipping away and running to freedom.

"I'd hate," Merrie jumped as Bass spoke up from the shadows in the front of the wagon, "to break those pretty feet of yours."

"I-I wasn't going to run," she lied.

Bass stood up from the shadows. He padded over to Merrie and squatted down in front of her.

Merrie's body tensed at his presence. Even crouching in front of her, he tower over her. She felt vulnerable and helpless as he stared at her. One meaty hand rested on her thigh and she squeezed her legs together.

"You can't stop me," Bass said with confidence. "If I want your cunt, I will take it."

She squeezed her thighs together even tighter. "W-Why are you doing this?" whispered Merrie. Her voice cracked as she stared into the sparkling yellow eyes.

"It's my job. I'm going to break you, train you, and then sell you off to the highest bidder."

Merrie sobbed quietly, her body shaking. "Please don't do this," she whispered, terrified to raise her voice. She felt her chest heaving from her breaths, and knew that it only excited Bass, but she couldn't stop.

Bass dropped his other hand on her knee. She looked down as he pressed his thumbs on her kneecaps. His arms bulged as he pushed her knees apart.

Merrie tried to stop him, but he overpowered her easily. He exposed her pussy and the thin triangle of hair above it and she couldn't do anything. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "Please... please don't."

His hands ran up her thighs, forcing her legs further open. Her right knee pressed against Sama who moaned in her sleep.

Knowing where his hands were going, Merrie squirmed with discomfort and anticipation.

His hand continued to drive up until she felt his thick fingers jamming into her labia. He dragged his fingers around until he caught her clitoris between two fingers.

She gasped at the sensation and tensed.

With a grin, Bass drove his fingers down to the opening of her sex and jammed it deep inside. Merrie jumped and cringed as he forced his way into her dry sex. Curling his fingers inside her behind the bone, he dragged her to the edge of the bench.

Merrie didn't want to move, but there was no resisting his call. She felt her stomach clenching at the effort and planted one hand on the bench for balance.

Bass took his free hand to push her knees even further apart. He leaned into her, whispering in a deep, rumbling voice. "If you shut up and obey, the following months will be pleasant or at least tolerable. If you resist, then you are about to experience more pain and suffering and misery than you can imagine."

Merrie choked back a sob. She felt his fingers driving deeper into her, stretching her opening as he plunged his digits in and out.

"Now, bitch, are you going to obey?"

When she didn't answer right away, he jammed his fingers to the knuckle inside her, his thumb crushing her clitoris. She let out a whimper.

"Are you going to obey?"

She nodded frantically, just to stop Bass. He withdrew his fingers and held up his two, sausage-like fingers. They glistened with her juices.

"Lick them."

"What?"

Bass frowned and he reached out with his other. Grabbing her breast, he crushed her nipple in his hand. "I said obey, bitch. Now, lick them clean."

Shoulders shaking, Merrie opened her mouth as he shove his fingers into her. She tasted herself on his fingers, the tangy taste of her pussy. He pumped his fingers in and out until they were clean and glistening. She closed her eyes in humiliation and tried to get the taste of herself off her tongue.

Bass smiled and stood up. She could see his massive cock straining at his pants. She wanted to look away, but couldn't imagine anything as large as a thriban. They were larger than human males, much larger. It would kill her if he raped her, but she knew there was no escaping Bass.

The wagon came to a halt. She could see torches out the back of the wagon. And another yard, not unlike the dairy farm. She turned back to see Bass smiling down at her.

"Listen, bitch, I tolerated you speaking just now. But as soon as you get off that wagon, if I heard you say a single word, I will beat you. Do you understand?"

Merrie whimpered but said nothing.

Bass chuckled. "Learning already. All right, everyone off!"

Merrie helped Sama and the youngest girl off the wagon. Bass lined them up in the yard. It was dark and cool and she felt the moisture clinging to her body. Shivering, Merrie looked around.

The large house was three floors in height and easily the size of a city block. On one side, she could see what looked like an agility course. It had ramps, loops, and tunnels in a random assortment. Frowning, she looked at the other side of the yard, then froze. There were lines of small houses, dog houses, in a fenced in yard. From what she could see, there were easily a hundred of the smaller houses.

As she watched, a woman crawled out of one of the dog houses. She was on her hands and knees. Her hair was pulled into a pony tail on each side of her head. She crawled out of the dog house and sat on her ass, like a dog. To Merrie's shock, she was naked except for knee-high boots and elbow-long gloves. Up close, the gloves looked wrong, like they had shortened fingers, but she couldn’t get a good look in the dim light.

The teenage girl came up to Merrie and whispered, "Is she naked?"

Merrie nodded. "Yes, but I don't know-"

Bass grabbed Merrie by the back of her neck. He squeezed down until Merrie's knees buckled and she hit the ground. Leaning forward, he growled, "You really don't know how to be quiet, do you?"

He bore down on her, forcing her head into the ground. Bass held her down as he spoke to the others. "Now, time for your first lessons. You are not people. You are... dogs, bitches. Even you," he pointed to the guy, "are a bitch. And bitches don't speak. They don't talk, say words, or do anything besides bark, whine, and whimper. Do you understand?"

Merrie heard a few say "yes" but most of them were silence and cowed.

Bass shook his head and gestured to the ones who talked. Guards rushed up and grabbed them. Like Merrie, they were forced down to the ground as the armed men shoved their heads down.

A pair of naked women crawled up on their hands and knees. Like the woman she saw in the kennel area, they were completely naked. Up close, Merrie could see that their hands and feet were different. The one girl had no fingers, just the palms ending with five tiny stubs. Her feet were the same, the feet were removed and there was just two stumps at the end of her legs. Looking at the mutilated hands, Merrie felt dread filling her. But, the girl was acting cheerful, her large breasts bouncing as she pranced over to Bass.

Bass dug his hand into the girl's bag, then pulled out a collar. "Thank you, Pillow Tits."

The dog girl barked once and wagged her ass like a dog. She had a tail that matched her brown hair. At first, Merrie thought it was attached, but the tail moved naturally and she could see where it came out from the dog girl's tailbone. Pillow Tits bounced toward the nearest guard with her bag held high in her mouth.

Bass grabbed Merrie by the hair and pulled her up. Merrie's back arched to relieve the pressure, thrusting her breasts forward as he pulled her from the ground. With his other hand, he wrapped the collar around her neck. As soon as the ends met, there was a scraping noise and the collar grew snug around her throat.

Unexpectedly, he released her hair and she fell down. The ground smacked her face before she could arrest her fall. "Ow-"

Merrie's world exploded into pain as electricity coursed through her body. She screamed out and spasmed as her skin crawled with power. As soon as it started, it stopped. Panting heavily, she looked up to see everyone staring at her. "What-"

The collar gave off a cracking noise and her body was wracked with electricity again. She felt it driving through her, tightening all her muscles until they screamed out in agony. She tried to breath, tried to move but the collar twisted her into a tight, shaking ball.

When it faded, Merrie remained on the ground, sobbing from the pain.

Bass leaned over her, his breath hot. "I told you to be quiet, bitch. And now, you are going to demonstrate the second lesson too." He leaned up. "Collars on?"

"Yes, sir!" came the guards.

"Anyone wanting to talk?" asked Bass.

Merrie panted as she looked around the yard. The naked prisoners, bitches, were shaking in fear. Two of them had thighs that glistened when they peed in fear. Four were still on the ground, one of them with her ass in the air as she sobbed into the ground. The others stood there, shaking and terrified.

"Good," said Bass. "Now, lesson two is a bit easier. But I think some of you," he smacked Merrie on the back of her head, "are too stupid to learn the first time."

Merrie whimpered, tensing for the electrical discharge but it never came.

"You are bitches and bitches obey commands. The first command is 'present'. When I tell you to present, you get on your knees and spread your legs. Put your head down to the ground. Do you understand? Oh, wait," he chuckled, "you can't answer, can you? When I ask you a question, you bark once."

He leaned over Merrie and grabbed her collar, hauling her up. She choked as the collar tightened around her throat. Her fingers clawed at the collar but she couldn't find purchase.

"Bark, bitch."

Choking, Merrie tried to bark. She gasped and choked, trying to bark like a dog but unable to get wind to her lungs. He relaxed his grip slight as she forced a strangled bark out.

"Good," he whispered. "I think I'm going to call you Happy Cunt. When I say Happy Cunt, you bark. Do you understand?"

Merrie barked once through the tears, her body trembling.

"Maybe you can be taught." Bass turned to the others. "Bark."

A chorus of barks rose up amidst the tears and cries. Merrie saw that the two other girls, the two from the house, also barked once as they sat on their asses. The only difference is they were smiling as they barked.

Bass tightened his grip on the collar. "Now, Happy Cunt, present."

Merrie knew what to do. She shook on the ground as she lifted her ass and spread her legs. Her breasts rubbed against the hard-packed ground as she sobbed.

Bass' hands grabbed her knees and forced them apart. "Further apart. I want to see that cunt and asshole of yours. If your lips are touching, you aren't spread enough. If your nipples aren't on the ground, you aren't low enough. Do you understand?"

Face in the ground, Merrie barked once and felt humiliation burn bright.

"Good girl," he patted her on the head, "and now you get a reward."

Merrie didn't know what he was talking about until she heard the sound of a buckle being undone. She was going to be raped, right in front of everyone. She tried to push up, but Bass slapped her ass powerfully. Her entire body shook from the impact.

"If you get up, this won't be a reward, it will be a punishment."

Merrie stopped moving, except for the trembling that shook her body. She held her breath as she heard Bass lower his pants. His fingers dove into her pussy, forcing the lips apart. They were still slick, much to her humiliation, and his fingertips reached deep into her pussy.

She never saw a thriban cock before, and she didn't know what it looked like. But, when she felt it press against her pussy lips, she wondered how humans could ever have sex with them. It was larger than her fist and it was pressed against her hole. It would never fit and she squeezed her eyes tightly in preparation for the pain of being violated. His cock was slick and hot, oozing precum. He slid his cock head up and down her slick, soaking it in his juices.

He leaned into her and the pressure at her opening increased. She desperately tried to bear down, to prevent him from entering, but more of his weight leaned into her and she felt her nether muscles being forced apart.

"Come on, Happy Cunt, this is your reward."

It didn't feel like a reward as he forced his cock into her. It stretched her open, more than she thought possible. Her flesh strained to contain him as the thick member drove into her.

She was almost dry, but he wasn't. She could feel precum oozing out of his tip and it lubricated his shaft as he forced it in. He withdrew a centimeter and drove it in. Pumping in and out with sharp, powerful strokes. She let out a wail and stretched out, clawing at the ground to escape his shaft.

Bass' hands grabbed her hips and he pulled her back. She felt flesh tearing and screamed out in agony. "No!"

Even as she said it, she knew she would be punished. The collar exploded into pain and she felt the electricity crash into her. Her body shook in seizure and she felt Bass ram his cock entirely into her pussy, burying the far too large member into her pussy.

She screamed out in agony and her eyes blurred from the pain. His cock was a log inside her, tearing her open, but he didn't give her respite. Powerful hands gripped her hips as he drove his cock deeper into her, ripping her open as she suffered through the last of the electrical shock. His cock was too thick, too long, too hard. it slammed against the back of her vagina with hard, brutal strokes.

Bass didn't stop or even slow. With every stroke, she felt his apple-sized balls smack against her thighs. Every ridge of his immense shaft burned in her memory as he raped her. He continued to drive into her, inhumanly hard and fast. She shook with every stroke, her breasts scraping the ground. Even with the agony that filled her, she felt a hint of pleasure filling her and felt shamed by it.

Bass released her hips and grabbed her collar with one hand. Merrie was forced back as he pulled. The tightness around her throat choking her and she felt him grow even harder with her suffering. His cock swelled with every stroke and the pounding drove her off her knees and on the balls of her feet.

With a bellow, he punched his cock into her pussy and let go. Cum flooded her insides, filling her until it poured out around the junction of their bodies. He continued to drive in slow, shuddering strokes until his cock stopped spasming inside her body.

Releasing her, Bass let her slump to the ground. He pulled out of her pussy.

Merrie felt relief as he exited her, but her body felt strangely empty. Cum poured of her gaping sex and puddled underneath her.

Bass stood up. "All right, I'm taking Happy Cunt, Silly Tits," he pointed to Sama, "and... um... Ass Licker," his finger turned to the young girl, "with me. The rest of you take three bitches to your room. I expect to see some trained bitches tomorrow at dinner, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"And, little bitches, I expect you to know how to shut up and present. Do you understand?"

On the ground, shuddering in revulsion of her rape, Merrie barked once. Then closed her eyes as the tears splashed down.

Over the pounding in her ears and the terrible ache from her rape, Merrie could hear the handlers move to pick out their prisoners. Screams rang out and then stopped abruptly as electrical popping noises filled the air. Merrie felt bodies hit the ground with thuds and shuddered in sympathetic pain with each impact.

Bass' cum dribbled down her inner thighs. Merrie wanted to pull her legs together to stop the flow, but she was terrified that Bass would punish her. Instead, she buried her face in the ground and tried not to hear the pitiful cries filling the yard.

Through the din, she heard the handlers naming the prisoners the same type of names as Bass gave her: Pillow Chest, Snapping Pussy, Screams and Cookies, Anal Slut, and other just as degrading names. They grabbed the newly named prisoners and dragged them toward the house. More electrical popping noises sparked as the prisoners struggled and screams were cut off in mid-screech.

Next to her, Bass' boots circled around her. She peeked through her blonde hair at the dirt-covered boots and shook with fear. He stopped next to her right ear and she could feel his presence like a burning brand. "Stay down, Happy Cunt. You two, Silly Tits and Ass Licker." Merrie could almost picture them cringing at the deep voice. Boss stomped the ground next to Merrie who jumped. "Present yourselves right here."

Merrie heard bare feet scuffle next to her, then a presence as someone knelt down next to her. Merrie winced as a flash of pain radiated from her violated pussy.

Sniffles and tears splashed down as Sama dropped to her hands, then lowered herself to the ground. Sama's brunette hair pooled underneath her face as she pressed her cheek to the ground.

Boss growled, the deep noise shaking the air. "Ass Licker, I said present yourself!"

The teenage girl cried, a pitiful noise frequently interrupted with the tiny pop noises of her collar. Instead of dropping the girl to the ground, her whines grew louder and more frantic. Bass' boots stepped out of Merrie's vision as he stormed toward the teenage girl; Merrie couldn't quite call her Ass Licker, but it was the only name she had for the dark-haired girl.

Merrie shifted her head so she could look at Sama. In the silence as Bass chased after the teenage girl, she looked at the woman who was her companion in misery.

With Sama naked, Merrie couldn't help looking at her body. Sama was younger than Merrie, maybe in her early twenties, with sweeping breasts that didn't quite sag like Merrie's own large mounds. Her nipples, tiny bumps, hovered a centimeter above the ground. Her body was slender, lithe, with clear lines of muscles. Merrie caught a tiny hint of Sama's pubic hair, a light shaking above her nether lips. But, more importantly, the green-brown eyes that looked back were filled with the same terror and dread that burned inside Merrie.

Merrie didn't know what to say, what to do. She tried to give Sama a sympathetic look, but she knew that it was a lie, a mask for the outright terror that burned in her gut. The searing sensation in her pussy reminded her that their lives were to be filled with rape and violence.

Sama nodded, tears sparkling in her eyes. A fat tear rolled down her cheek and dropped to the ground, soaking into the earth instantly. As Bass' boots shook the ground, she closed her eyes and tensed.

Merrie couldn't look away as Bass shoved the teenage girl down on the ground. The girl let out a scream, this one more human than animal, and the collar finally gave out a large electrical burst and a flash of light. She slumped to the ground and a curl of smoke rose up from other side of Sama.

Bass sighed. "I never had to break in three at once," he muttered, "this is going to be the death of me." He circled around the three women on the ground. "All right, bitches, let's see some proper form. Happy Cunt, spread your legs more. Silly Tits, get them nipples on the ground! Ass... damn it, Ass Licker, stop sobbing."

Everything inside her screamed not to do it, but Merrie scraped her knees on the ground as she forced her legs apart. She felt her nether lips parting with a fresh surge of cum that splattered to the ground. She was terrified of exposing herself to Bass' lusts, but the fear kept her from closing her legs together.

Next to her, crying just as much, Sama pushed her chest against the earth.

"Tits, I said further down." Bass reached out and pressed his splayed fingers on Sama's back. His green-gray skin was a stark contrast to Sama's paler flesh. He bore down and Sama let out a gasp as he crushed her breasts into the ground. "There, nipples against the ground! Cunt-"

Merrie tensed, waiting her punishment.

"-good enough. Ass Licker, damn it." Bass growled as he crouched down between Sama and the teenage girl... Licker seem as good of a name as possible.

Morbidly curious, Merrie lifted her body, then lowered so her nipples were just touching the soil. From her vantage point, she watched as Bass took a ham-sized palm and grabbed Licker on the hips. He hauled her up as he used his other hand to shove her face into the ground.

"Listen, bitch, if you obey, this hurts a lot less. If you don't-" powerful muscles bulged along his arm and Licker gave out a wail of pain, "-this will happen. Now, lift that ass... good and keep your head down. Further down. Down." He finally seem satisfied and patted her on the ass, "good girl."

He stood up. "Good, good."

From the house came a high-pitched screech. Merrie looked up with surprise. From the second story window, a naked woman clawed at the glass before a hand reached out and yanked her back.

"Cunt, tits down!"

Shocked, Merrie dropped down and crushed her breasts to the earth.

Bass' boots trod on the ground and he stopped at her hip. His leather armor creaked as he knelt down.

Merrie closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. Even expecting it, when she felt his thick finger slid down the crack of her ass, she jumped. Biting her lip, she shuddered as he ran his fingers through her splayed open labia.

He shoved into her, sopping his finger with his cum and her juices, then pulled out. He nosily sucked on his finger. "Virgin bitch, nothing tastes better. Don't worry," he smacked Merrie on the ass and she jumped, "I'm done fucking you tonight. First rule of the puppy mill, every bitch goes to bed filled with cum." He stood up. "It doesn't matter if its your belly, cunt, or ass. But, this is one of those absolute rules. No bitch goes to sleep without getting fucked."

Reaching over, he ran a hand along Sama's back. She shuddered and whimpered but he just stroked her back like he was petting her. "That means, Silly Tits, that you're going to get fucked. I'd rather take my time with Ass Licker there." He sighed, "She needs stretching out before she can take a proper cock."

Merrie felt a small measure of relief knowing that she wouldn't be raped again that night, but her gaze focused on Sama's and she saw the abject terror of anticipation. Risking punishment, Merrie reached out for Sama.

Sobbing, Sama grabbed her hand tightly, squeezing down as fresh tears ran down her cheeks.

"And what's this? What do you think you are doing?"

Merrie inhaled sharply but didn't release Sama.

Bass chuckled warmly. "No, this is actually what I want. Bond with your pack, it will help with the days ahead, but," he reached down and pried their hands apart. "Do it like bitches, not humans."

Merrie looked up with confusion and tried to pull her wrist free of his tight grip.

He gestured with his chin. "Happy Cunt and Silly Tits, up on your hands and feet."

Unsure if she was about to be punished, Merrie used her free hand to push herself up on her hand and knees. Her body balanced on three limbs as she tugged on her wrist. He released her and she slipped her hand free of his rough grip. Gingerly, she rested her palm on the ground and looked at him.

Sama did the same as she pushed herself on her hands and knees.

Bass groaned. "Tomorrow, you'll be getting boots and gloves. Until then, move as if you didn't have fingers. Don't don't have them anyways, but they can comfort each other with their bodies, their heads, sides, tails."

Hesitantly, Merrie thought she knew what he wanted. Head bowed down in case he hit her, she leaned into Sama and brushed her cheek against Sama's. The other girl's brunette hair clung to the dried tears on her face, but the touch of the warm skin against her cheek gave Merrie some small, pitiful measure of comfort.

Sama gasped, her breath hot on Merrie's ear, and she rubbed her own cheek against Merrie, running right behind Merrie's jaw and along her ear. Sama's tears streaked against Merrie's skin and soaked into her hair, but Merrie didn't care.

They pulled back and looked into each other's eyes. Merrie saw the fear in Sama's brown green eyes, but also a compassion, an understanding they were both in hell.

"Good, good," purred Bass.

Merrie glanced over to see him rubbing his crotch. She never saw his cock, but seeing the thick girth bulging out from his trousers gave her a start; there was no way it would fit in her hand, much less her pussy. It looked easily three hand-spans in length and there was a dark spot of pre-cum soaking into the fabric.

Bass stood up. "Okay, the hallways should be clear by now. Come on, Cunt, Tits, and Ass, time to see your new home for the next three weeks."

Merrie started to stand up, but a hard look from Bass stopped her. She dropped to her hands and knees and he nodded with approval. She lowered her head, humiliated at him denying even the basic human right of walking. She crawled forward on her hands and knees. She felt the rough dirt beneath her and the way her body swayed with the movements.

She made it a few steps when she realized that she was alone. Turning around, she saw Bass towering over Licker, who curled in a fetal position. Sama was in the same position, looking back and forth with a torn expression.

Bass squatted down next to Licker. "Look, Ass Licker, you're not going to make it."

"I-" Her body spasmed violently as her collar activated.

Merrie winced as the girl wailed out and clawed at her collar. Hesitantly, Merrie turned back around and looked helplessly as Licker writhed on the ground, crying out and setting off the collar repeatedly.

It hurt Merrie to see Licker being tortured. Every time the dark haired girl got out a word, the collar exploded into life and she screamed out. The sound echoed in the dark of night. Merrie realized there were tears rolling down her cheeks, in sympathy for Licker.

Bass surprised her when Merrie saw that he has a sympathetic look on his face. He didn't reach out to stop Licker as she electrocuted herself, but there was something cautious and sad in his eyes as he squatted next to Licker. Then, when Licker was flipped over, he finally responded. He reached out and pulled her off her arm, which got twisted underneath her, and set her back on the ground.

Licker, eyes red with tears, opened her mouth. "Pl-" Merrie winced as the collar set off.

It became too much for her. Crawling low to the ground, Merrie worked her way to Licker. She didn't know what to do, but she had to stop the slender girl from hurting herself anymore.

Bass' yellowed eyes rose to look at Merrie, but the expression never changed on his face.

Merrie hesitated, then crawled closer.

Licker was panting in the pause between trying to cry out. It would only be matter of seconds before she started again. Sweat glistened off her body; it dripped down from her throat and along her nearly flat, perky breasts before pooling in her belly button.

Worrying her lower lip, Merrie inched closer.

Licker gave her a pleading look. She opened her mouth and Merrie knew that she was about to say something and start the torture again. "Help-"

Without thinking, Merrie rushed forward on her hands and knees. Merrie plastered her lips against Licker to silence her. The collar around Licker's neck popped and Merrie felt the electrical surge slam into her. She almost screamed into Licker's lips, but Merrie forced herself to keep her lips sealed around the teenager's.

The pain ended quickly.

Merrie opened her eyes and saw herself looking into Licker's brown, tear-filled eyes. Their bodies were close. Merrie's larger breasts were grinding into Licker's sweat-slicked mounds.

Licker started to say something again and Merrie drove her body down, stopping the word before it vibrated the teenager's throat. Licker closed her eyes and her body shook with sobs.

Merrie held herself still, balancing on her hands and feet as she held the girl to the ground. It hurt her to force Licker to submit, but it hurt more to see the collar electrocuting her.

Long moments passed with Licker's panting blowing warm air against Merrie's face. The girl's slender body shifted underneath Merrie. Merrie kept her mouth sealed against Licker's lips as she lifted her arm, then her leg to let Licker stretch out on the ground.

"Well," rumbled Bass, "that was unexpected."

Merrie felt a flush of embarrassment. She broke the kiss and felt a line of saliva connecting her to Licker before it snapped. Panting herself, she carefully remained on her hands and knees as she stepped away from Licker.

Bass dropped to his knees and reached out for Licker. She backed away and opened her mouth to call out. Merrie started forward, but Bass moved first. He rested one massive finger on her lips and spoke in a deep, commanding voice. "Silence."

Licker froze, her breasts heaving as she stared at Bass.

Bass shifted forward as he spoke his gravely voice. "Stop talking, Ass Licker. Right now. Do you understand?"

The teenage girl nodded with tiny movements, her wide eyes staring with rapt horror at Bass.

He slid his hands underneath her shoulders and knees. Without a grunt, he picked her off the ground and pulled her close to his chest. Licker trembled and shook, but she remained silent.

"Come on, I'm tired. Cunt and Tits, head into the house."

Merrie didn't really understand why she silenced Licker the way she did. She knew that if she used her hand, Bass would have punished her. But, she didn't know how... how to do something as a dog. So, she did the first thing that came to mind.

As Bass strode forward, Merrie followed after. She carefully moved on her hands and knees, feeling the ground scratching her knees and palms as they made their way to the house. At the stairs, she hesitated at the first rough hewn stair, but then realized they were worn smooth with age. Giving it a ginger test, she crawled up the stairs and felt the burn already rising in her cheeks.

Still holding Licker, Bass opened his door. As soon as the door opened, a female barked from inside. Merrie looked up to see another dog girl sitting on the third step of a massive curling staircase leading up.

She was curvy, with a large ass and huge breasts. Her dark brown hair was pulled into two large pigtails, one on each side of her head so it looked like floppy ears. She wore a thin leather collar--Merrie couldn't understand why she noticed that--and nothing else. Merrie's eyes unwittingly traveled down the curvy woman's body, past the bare and swollen pubic mound and along her full, smooth thighs.

At the sight of the dog girl's knees, Merrie froze. The dog girl didn't have legs below the knees. Instead, they ended with a leather boot capping over the amputated ends. Merrie felt fear claw her stomach as she frozen in shock.

Bass chuckled. "Sable!"

Sable, the dog girl, pushed herself off the stairs and bounced over to him. She moved smoothly and wiggled her entire body as she reached up at him with fingerless hands. She had a tail, like the others, that sprouted out of her tailbone right above her ass. It was the same color and texture as her hair and it moved along with the rest of her wiggling. She panted with a smile on her lips.

Merrie glanced over at Sama who looked in the same horror at Sable.

Sable lowered her head and looked straight at Merrie. Intense green eyes, the color of grass, riveted on her and it felt like to Merrie that Sable was looking into her soul. With a smile, Sable dropped to her hands and knees and bounded over to Merrie.

Stomach clenching, Merrie tensed but Sable just slid her head right up against Merrie. Sable ran her cheek along Merrie's, then kissed Merrie right on her shoulder. Merrie gasped as Sable kissed her again, then along her neck. Finally, she kissed Merrie's ear with a breathy giggle, then pulled away.

Sable sat down in front of Merrie and barked once. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at Merrie. When Merrie didn't move, Sable shifted to her hands and knees again, then lowered her body. It was the present position, but Sable wiggled her ass as she gave Merrie a playful look.

Merrie looked helplessly at Bass.

Bass laughed. "I think Sable wants to play. Come on girl, let's get them to the room."

Sable spun around and barked twice. She bounded excitedly to the stairs and hopped up it.

Merrie stared in shock as she saw the woman without feet bounding up the stairs.

Still carrying Licker in his arms, Bass followed. His boots shook each stair and a few clods of dirt broke off the boots to bounce on the carpet that ran up the middle of the stairs.

Sama, then Merrie after a second, followed after them. They both crawled up the stairs. After only a few steps, it was hard work to climb and after an eternity, they reached the second floor. But, Bass continued up toward the third.

Merrie heard screaming down the hallways on the second floor. Somewhere, someone was being beaten and there were muffled, tear-filled barks through closed door. Merrie shivered at the sound and lowered her body more as she crawled up the stairs.

At the top stairs, there were three doors. One was ornate with carvings covering every centimeter. She didn't get a chance to look at the door as Bass pushed open a different door and strode inside.

Meekly, Merrie crawled after him, then slowed as she took in his room.

Bass had a suite, with a bed large enough for a king. It was a four-poster bed with harsh-looking metal rings embedded near the bottom. A low step surrounded the bed. To the side of the bed was a pile of pillowed and fuzzy blankets. She could see a large, gilded bathroom at one end and a small kitchen area, complete with a rune-heater and a water fount. The rest of the room had various tables, chairs, platforms, stairs, and hoops. She didn't know what they were for, but they looked out of place with the rest of the homey fixings.

She drank in the smell, of sex and men. She could almost pick out Bass' musky sent and the soft sweet smell of sleeping quarters.

"Come on, Cunt, all the way in the room and shut the door."

Merrie crawled into the room and reached out to close the door. A warning growl stopped her and she flinched back. Looking through her hair, she saw Sable shaking her head. The curvy dog girl crawled forward and used her face to push the door shut. It latched loudly and Merrie jumped.

Sable looked at Merrie through half-closed eyes and she smiled with bared teeth.

Merrie gasped and looked around. Bass was setting Licker down on the bed. He stroked his hands along her hair, then motioned for Sama. Merrie peered to get a better look, but Sable stepped in front of her view. Focusing on the dog girl, Merrie stepped away.

Sable gave a low, breathy growl and stepped forward. Her eyes sparkled as she grinned at Merrie.

Merrie backed away and tried to escape the sudden attention by the dog girl.

Sable followed her, her tail waving back and forth as Merrie was forced toward the bed.

Frightened, Merrie continued to flee slowly, but when her foot touched the pile of pillows, she froze. "What-"

She didn't mean to speak, but the collar shot electricity through her veins. She let out a whimper and dropped to the ground as the spasms shook her body from the inside. Tears from the sudden pain dripped from her face.

When it was over, Sable was using her nose to pull the hair from Merrie's face. Merrie let out a sob and reached up to wipe the tears, but Sable pressed her palm down on Merrie's wrist to pin it. Feeling the fingerless woman holding her down, Merrie froze and looked into the intense green eyes of the dog girl.

Sable leaned forward and kissed the tear from Merrie's cheek. Sable crawled forward and sensually kissed the other cheek. Merrie felt Sable's body, hot and curvy, pressing against her own and she felt a different type of fear. Sable was pushing her back.

Merrie tried to pull away, but she lost her balance and fell back. Her body hit the pillows and Sable was on her. Lips and breasts and skin caressed her body as Sable pinned her to the pillows. Merrie struggled, then she felt Sable's lips latching on her nipple.

After scraping against the earth and stairs, her nipples were sensitive and raw. She didn't know how much until the single intense bolt of sensation slammed into her. Merrie gasped and winched as she waited for the collar to activate.

It didn't.

Sable used her head to push Merrie down and licked Merrie from navel to collarbone.

Merrie didn't know what to do. She looked over at the bed and her mouth opened with surprise. Bass was stripping out of his pants and his cock, a massive thing that looked larger than her arm, bounced with his pulse. The head was rounded and dripping with pre-cum. From her vantage point, it looked ten centimeters across and easily three or four times that length. In the middle was a bulge, only a centimeter thick but almost black compared to the purple-gray skin of the rest of Bass' masculinity.

Her pussy, raped with Bass' cock, sent a spasm as she realized how much was slammed into her body. She realized that Sable was kissing lower. Shivering, Merrie looked down to see Sable working her head between Merrie's legs. The green eyes were sparkling as the dog girl positioned her mouth right over Merrie's sex.

"Good girl, Sable. Clean her out. Get a good helping of cum. I don't think I'll get to you tonight."

Sable whimpered, but there was a smile on her lips.

Merrie breathed hard as she waited for Sable to press her lips against Merrie's pussy. Merrie never had sex with another woman, but there was something about the intensely green eyes and her current position that just made it natural. She also never had someone go down on her like Sable was, it just wasn't something proper lovers did.

At the first touch of the wide tongue against her sex, Merrie felt a pleasure she never experienced before. It was hot and slick and strong. Sable parted Merrie's labia and sought out the hard, sore clitoris. Her chin brushed on the sore and aching opening. With a few swirls of her tongue, Sable lowered herself even more until her green eyes were barely visible over Merrie's pubic mound. The tongue lapped at her sex, parting it and working at the aching hole.

When Sable lifted her body to change position, Merrie saw Bass' cum on the dog girl's face. Sable buried her head back between Merrie's legs. At the pleasure that blossomed from her recently raped hole, Merrie couldn't help but gasp at the forbidden rush that seared her senses.

Merrie gasped and reached down for Sable, but the dog girl stopped and growled. Remembering that she couldn't use her hands, she let them down. It was wrong to enjoy Sable's tongue. Merrie was abducted and raped in front of everyone. The very man who tore her body open was crawling naked on the bed. She couldn't see Sama except for one foot that Bass lifted to the side, but Merrie could hear the brunette's whimpers.

She closed her eyes, but that only increased her awareness of Sable lapping between her legs. Despite Merrie's resistance and confusion, her body quickly grew hot. Sable knew exactly where to lick, how to lap, and soon Merrie felt a single coursing down her legs and quickening her breath. She reached out for the pillows, grabbing them at first, then just resting her palms on the soft fabric as Sable brought her to her first orgasm with a woman.

It wasn't screaming pleasure, or a clap of heavens, but when it crashed into Merrie, she let out a long moan. Her eyes rolled up as she shuddered with every lap of Sable's tongue.

Sable continued to assault her, driving away the harsh memories of Bass' rape. When she finally looked up, her face was glistening with Merrie's and Bass' juices. Sable barked once and pushed herself up to her hands and knees.

Merrie laid on the pillows, her eyes half closed as she felt betrayed by her body. The warm tingles coursed up and down her skin and she panted in the afterglow.

To her shame, Bass was fucking Sama with long, powerful strokes and Merrie could do nothing to stop him. She could only see his ass hanging over the bed, his huge balls swinging back and forth as he held Sama's feet to his shoulders. Wet slurping noises filled the bedroom as his cock plowed into the brunette woman, a sound that Merrie could not escape.

Sable bounded over to the bed. She rested her arms on the side, right between Bass' legs, and peered over the edge. With a smile on her lips, Sable watched with rapt fascination as Bass' balls smacked her face. Her tail wagged back and forth as she stared at the master's cock driving into Sama's body.

Merrie felt torn. Bass captured her, raped her, and forced her to be a bitch for him. But, as she watched Sable watching him with such innocent joy, she couldn't put the two together. Was Bass a horrible rapist? What did Sable see in him?

Fighting back tears, she couldn't figure it out. She rolled over with her back to Bass, Sable, and everyone else. Curling in a ball, she closed her eyes, held her arms over her ears and wished she would wake up in her own bed.

Merrie's bladder woke her up. Curled up in the pillows, she was warm and comfortable, but the insistent pressure between her legs refused to allow her to retreat back into her dreams. She desperately wished she was anywhere but in the pillow. She still felt the ache of her rape. No matter how she shifted, she could still feel Bass' massive cock ramming inside her and the ache of his withdrawal. No matter how tightly she closed her eyes, she couldn't escape her nightmare.

She cracked open her eyes and blinked past the tears to peer into the shadowed room. Everything was quiet and still. The morning light speared through wooden slats that covered the windows. It lit up the strange mixture of tables, chairs, and other devices that were, she had no doubt, intended to humiliate or fuck her. On the bed, Bass slept on his back with his arms and legs spread out to the four corners. Sable's ass stuck up in the air from where she slumbered at the foot of the bed. Her head stuck over the edge, but her dark hair covered her face in a curtain. Her tail drooped down the crack of her ass, covering her asshole and pussy as she snored softly.

Merrie lifted her head to look for Sama and Licker. She saw Sama first, only a meter away and ensconced in the pillows. Her brunette hair was splayed out across the pillowed but she was curled in a fetal position. Sama's hands were between her thighs; her hands were plastered against her vagina. Dried cum glued her fingers together and Merrie couldn't help thinking about the fingerless girls she saw the night before.

Movement caught her attention. She dropped her head back to the pillow before she realized it was Licker hesitantly standing up. The dark-haired girl looked around fearfully as she swayed back and forth. Her head stopped as she stared at Bass. A look of fear crossed the young girl's face, but then Licker turned away to gaze longingly at the door.

Stepping over the pillow, Licker carefully planted her bare feet on the ground and padded over to the door. As she walked, Merrie couldn't help but notice the differences between their bodies. Licker was much younger and more beautiful than Merrie. She had long, slender legs that led up to a tiny ass that Merrie wished she had. Her body continued into the slender line of her waist and up to her shoulders. The long, straight black hair cascaded down Licker's back as she peeked nervously at Bass before she grabbed the heavy handle. Closing her eyes, Licker slowly turned the handle. When the handle stopped rotating, Licker tugged on the door.

Merrie held her breath, wondering if Licker would escape.

The door didn't move.

Licker frowned, then tugged on it. She glanced over her shoulder at Bass as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Merrie let out her breath in a quiet rush. She knew the look of despair on Licker's face.

Licker turned around, obviously trying to decide something. Her body trembled as her head turned back and forth, scanning the room. From the front, Merrie felt a renewed pang of jealousy. Licker was beautiful, with her pert breasts and trim belly. She had a thick patch of black hair between her legs and Merrie wondered if Bass raped her while Merrie slept.

At the thought, Merrie felt shame. She didn't wish rape on anyone, not with the ache still burning between her legs and the humiliation bright in her memories. But, Bass' declaration rang in her mind: no bitch slept without cum in her body.

Licker made a decision. She circled around the room and headed to the bathroom. Merrie felt the pressure of her own bladder as the teenage girl slipped inside. She closed the door. Moments later, the hiss of her peeing drifted quietly through the room.

Merrie groaned at the sound; Licker peeing only made her discomfort worse. She lifted her head to look at the bed.

Bass hadn't moved from when she first looked. He slept with his mouth slightly open, the large teeth sticking past his lips. His skin was a grayish color, like a cloudy morning, but he had well-defined and powerful-looking muscles. His chest was covered with a thick mat of hair, all black, but it looked too even to not be trimmed. Her eyes drifted down unwittingly and she hated her need to look. He had a sheet over his waist, but even through the fabric, she could see the large bulge of his cock; it was half-hard with his morning erection.

The bathroom door swung open. Merrie dropped her head as Licker padded out.

The girl glanced around, then headed for the pillows. Their eyes met and Merrie felt the fear mirrored in Licker's brown eyes. Licker headed for the furthest point of the pillow pile and burrowed her body until she was completely covered.

Merrie sighed. She was fully awake. She shifted in the pillows, trying to find some comfortable spot to force herself back into the better world of her dreams, but she couldn't. The anticipation and fear of the coming day combined with the need to pee kept her aware and uncomfortable.

Finally, after endless moments of mental struggle, she decided to repeat Licker's actions. Glancing over to Bass, she saw that he was still sleeping and crawled to her feet. With a second thought, she dropped to her hands and knees as to hide better from Bass. She sneakily crawled over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Nature pressed for attention and Merrie hurried over to a massive-looking toilet. In the bottom of the bowl was a rune that would clean her mess without a sound. She breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting down, she could still feel Licker's warmth on the wooden seat. Aware that she was probably doing something wrong, she hurried up and did her business.

The bathroom was sizable, maybe two meters by three. It had a clawed tub large enough for Bass--she blushed at the thought--and two of the girls to move around comfortably. On a shelf above the tub, there were dozens of large towels of various colors. She also saw a wide array of bath salts, perfumes, and brushes. If it wasn't for the large man in the other room, she could have sworn that only women lived in the bathroom. Around the sink, the illusion cracked. A pair of razors were on a self above a strap hanging off the edge. Another strap, obviously not for the razors, hung next to it.

Curious, Merrie reached out and picked up the strap. It was a few centimeters thick and cracked with use. In the middle, it had a large metal ring in it. She rubbed her finger along it, trying to figure out its use, and felt nicks along the metal.

"It's-" Merrie jumped as Bass' whisper filled the room, "called a ring gag."

Her sphincter tightened involuntary as the strap her hand shook. Slowly, she turned her head toward the door and saw Bass leaning on the door frame, watching her with a sad look on his face. He was naked and his cock jutted out from his body like a gnarly hunk of wood. In the middle, the darker bulge looked larger than she remembered. She shuddered at the sight of it; it made his shaft look even thicker than normal. The thick patch of hair on his chest continued down around his shaft but she could still see two huge balls hanging low between his legs.

Merrie swallowed. Her collar felt tight as the muscles straining in her body. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't get the words out past the fear of being electrocuted.

"Normally, Happy Cunt," he still spoke in a rough whisper, "we put cleansing runes on you bitches so you don't have to shit. None of us are into scat, not even Tabitha." He pushed himself into the bathroom and closed the door. "You'll have to pee thought, but that's part of your training. Bitches don't use toilets, they go outside like the dogs they are. On leashes until they earn the right."

Merrie whimpered and started to push herself off the seat, but Bass held up his hand.

"Finish and wipe yourself down." When she didn't move, he gestured with his curtly with his hand. "Now."

Merrie finished going the bathroom under his watchful eye. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she knew she would be punished for what she did. She wiped and dropped the remains in the bowl; a flash of heat told her the rune had cleaned up the results.

"Now," commanded Bass, "get on your knees."

Still crying, Merrie slid off the toilet. Bass pointed to the side and she crawled over to it. He gave more gestures with his hands, turning her around and having her knee next to him.

"Bring your hands up by your neck. Fingers down. Little higher, even with your shoulders. Back of your hands should be parallel to the ground. Ass down... spread your legs a bit more. There, perfect. When I tell you to 'beg', this is what you do. Understand?"

She opened her mouth, then remembered his order. Ashamed, she let out a bark. When he nodded in approval, she felt a flush of excitement followed by self-loathing at doing what Bass ordered.

He turned away from her and stood in front of the toilet. From where he positioned Merrie, she couldn't look away at his length as he urinated. Up close, closer than she ever wanted to be, his cock looked huge. She didn't think she could get her hand around her, but she knew with brutal clarity that it would fit inside her. Looking it, she didn't know how she got so much inside her and her pussy clenched with the painful memory.

"Now, I'm not into using dog girls as toilets, but I'm warning you that Borias does. If you get sent over him... well, let's say it isn't a good taste in your mouth. All of us have a morning ritual, usually abusing the worse-behaving bitch in our pack. At least I just fuck the hell out of her."

She shuddered at the thought. Her body trembled on the cool wooden floor of the bathroom as he finished and shook his cock free. He turned to her until his cock brushed her lips. She breathed in the smell of his manhood and shuddered in fear. Her eyes slid away from his face and she stared to the side, not wanting to look at any part of her rapist. She focused on the ring gag, but that gave her no comfort.

"It's too late, Cunt." He spoke in a rumbling voice, loud in the closed bathroom, "This is your life. And if you obey, you'll find yourself a lot happier. You'll probably be sold to a good master and have a very happy life. He'll take care of you and you'll... find happiness."

She glanced up at him, careful to keep her hands in a begging position despite her shoulders aching. Tears burned in her eyes but she knew they wouldn't influence Bass.

He reached down and cupped the back of her head with his large hand. His fingers rested lightly on her scalp. "Are you going to be a good girl, Happy Cunt?"

Hating herself, she barked.

"And are you my bitch?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She barked.

"And am I going to punish you for pretending to be human?"

Her sob caught in her throat, but she barked obediently.

He cradled her head and pulled her closer. "That's right. You aren't human anymore. You don't have rights. You're a bitch. My bitch. Bitches don't use toilets. They don't speak and they don't walk. Every time you try to be human, I'm going to punish you. The more you try, the more I'm going to hurt you."

She sobbed, her chest heaving as she tried to get breath through the tightness that squeezed her lungs. She shifted her knees to relieve the pressure and tried not to think about the swelling cock poised centimeters from her mouth.

"Now," he released her head, "get that ring gag."

She reached out for it, but his grunt stopped her. "You aren't human, Happy Cunt. Pick it up like a dog."

A flush burning her skin, Merrie dropped her hands to the counter. Using it for balance, she lifted her body. Her lips trembled as she stretched out and picked up the ring with her mouth. The cool metal warmed under her lips as she settled back into a begging position. Her hands shook as she held them up, fingers down, as if she wanted him to do anything.

Bass smiled and patted her on the head. "Good girl."

He stepped back until he hit the wall. Looking her up and down, he smiled. "I love it when you bitches beg."

Merrie hated him more than ever, knowing what would come next.

"And when a bitch begs to have a gag put in her mouth, how can I resist?"

He plucked it from her mouth. Rotating it in his hand, he squatted down in front of her. "Open your mouth, Happy Cunt."

She sobbed and shook her head, pleading with her eyes. She mouthed the words, "please no."

His face darkened. "Did you just try to say something, Cunt?"

She cringed, lowering her body. She stared at the ground and shook violently. The tears never stopped as they burned her eyes and splashed down on her naked breasts.

Bass' hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His thick thumb worked between her legs, then forced her mouth apart. "You were a bad girl," he said as he pried her jaw painfully apart and jammed the ring into her mouth. As he levered it into place, the metal ring stretched her even further open and she felt the muscles in her neck screaming in agony. The ring clinked as it caught right behind her front teeth. She tried to close her mouth, but the ring kept her mouth painfully open.

He leaned into her as he pulled the leather strap behind her head. He pulled it tight before he tied it down. The leather strap dug into the back of her head and she sobbed as she felt the saliva pooling in her mouth. She swallowed and heard the wet noise filling the bathroom. Cool air tickled her throat, but she couldn't close her mouth.

Her hands lowered as she struggled with discomfort of the ring gag.

"Hands up!"

She brought her hands back up into a begging position. Her knees ached as much as her mouth. She gasped for breath as she watched him stand up.

He aimed his cock up to her mouth again. The thick, swollen member drooled with precum. He pushed it forward until she could feel it pooling into her mouth, mixing with her saliva as it dribbled down the sides of her mouth. He continued to feed it into her mouth. She felt his flared cock head brushing her lips before it jammed into her mouth. The taste of his precum grew stronger as she felt his head lodge into her mouth.

Bass grabbed her head and tilted her head so she was looking up at him. "This is going to be uncomfortable, Happy Cunt. And there is nothing," his hips surged forward and his cock forced itself into her mouth, "you can do to stop it unless you obey."

She gagged on the cock as it tickled the back of her throat. She desperately tried to close her mouth, to somehow force him out, but the her teeth only ground against the ring gag. Her hands reached out to push him away.

Bass' grip on her head tightened as he drove forward. He forced his cock deeper into her mouth and she suddenly couldn't breath. Bass grunted as the pressure on her head increased. He tilted her head up as he tried to force his cock into her throat.

Merrie gagged on him, fresh tears burning her eyes as a ringing pounded in her ears.

"You-" He ground his cock into her mouth, increasing the pain and pressure. She felt something starting to give, a wet ripping noise filling her ears.

"Aren't-" Something in the back of her mouth gave and a sharp pain exploded as his cock sank a few centimeters into her throat. She felt her neck swelling against her collar.

"Human!" His yell filled the room as he drove his cock into her. She tasted blood as he drove half his length into her mouth and down her throat. She felt her neck being crushed between the thickness of his member and the collar wrapped around her neck.

He held himself there, choking Merrie. "Bitches don't have hands. If you try to grab one more thing, pick up one more item, or reach out one more time, I'm going to have your fingers removed. And if you piss me off, I'm going to have Tabitha bite them off."

Merrie's eyes were wide opened as she felt her lungs burning for air. She trembled, fighting the urge to push him away as her vision blurred from tears. Everything in her mind screamed to lash out, but somehow she managed to resist moving even when the world started to go dark.

When he withdrew his cock, she gasped for breath. It came out a ragged wheeze but she didn't care as she drank in the cool air. A few droplets of blood splattered down on the wood floor, but it was far less than she expected to see. Her throat burned in agony.

He gave her a few seconds, then tilted her head back. "Nine more times for your punishment."

Merrie shook her head, but with her mouth forced open, she couldn't stop as he forced his shaft into her mouth. It slid into the back of her mouth and she felt her stomach surging with revulsion when it tickled her gag reflex. She tried to swallow past the pain, but it only gave him access to drive his cock forward into her mouth and down her throat. At the feeling of her windpipe being crushed between his girth and the collar, she prayed that he would keep it there and end her pain.

Bass held her tightly as he looked into her eyes. "You do not use the toilet... ever again."

Slowly, he pulled his shaft from her lips. It glistened with her juices. She gasped for air, tasting him on her tongue and lips as her lunches burned with the torture.

Once again, Bass forced her head back, ready to rape her throat. "Now, I'll give you a chance. If you can get to here," he released one hand to point to the bulge, "with your lips, I'll stop."

He gestured to a point at least fifteen centimeters down his cock, and easily twice as far as he forced into her mouth before. Merrie sobbed as she looked at it, dreading what would come next.

His cock slammed against the back her bruised and bloodied throat. He bore down with his hands, forcing her down on the shaft as it slid along the slick muscles before surging down. She felt him forcing his cock past her collar, crushing her neck. She tried to relax, tried to open her mouth more in desperate hopes that she could reach his bulge. Her lips worked along his thick member, feeling the silken flesh.

When her eyes started to roll back into her head and the world grew dark, he pulled her off.

Sobbing for air, Merrie shuddered. She wanted to curl up, but the hands kept her head from moving.

"You know, Happy Cunt, the only reason I'm giving you this chance is because your hands are in the right position."

He relaxed his grip and she glanced at her hands. They were right where he wanted them, in a begging position at her shoulders. She didn't know why she kept them there, or even how with the pain radiating from her throat and jaw, but she felt a flush of accomplishment.

He guided her gaze back to him. "You are a good girl. And, I want you to be rewarded. Do you want me to fuck your throat? Do you want this punishment over?"

She knew what he meant. She knew that he would tear her throat open with his cock. And, even knowing that it would be excruciating, the hope that this punishment would end burned brightly in her hopes.

Merrie let out a breathy bark, unable to close her mouth to do it properly.

"Good girl." Then Bass rammed his cock into her mouth. It slammed against the back of her throat, but he bore down with his hands and forced it into her throat. She felt the thick member forcing its way into her esophagus, stretching her open as the pressure swelled against her collar.

His knuckles cracked as he pulled her down. The bulge in his shaft swelled as he forced her lips closer to it.

Her lungs burned with the need for air. Her jaw screamed in agony from the ring gag. Neither could compare to the searing pain that radiated from her violated throat.

Bass grunted as he yanked her down. Her lips were only a centimeter from his bulge. She tried to open her mouth, to release herself, but it as only the force he tore her open that brought her close. She wanted to sob with the effort, to breath, but she couldn't. Nothing could stop the cock as it drove toward her belly.

Then, she felt it. The bulge of his cock spread her lips apart. Her eyes opened, but she couldn't see past the stars that swam across her vision. She wanted to scream. Not even a whisper of noise could escape the cock that choked her.

"Good girl," she heard him say.

He eased his cock out, almost tenderly. The first breath of air she pulled him was the sweetest she ever enjoyed. A heady euphoria filled her as Bass lowered her to the ground, almost lovingly, and set her down.

"Good girl," he repeated as he removed her ring gag.

Crying from the pain, shame, and humiliation, Merrie curled into a ball on the floor. Every movement was electric, something that she didn't think she would ever do again.

His bare feet walked to the bathroom door and he opened it. She stared at his gray skinned soles as he exited and closed the door behind him.

She curled herself tighter, tucking her head between her knees. She burned from the inside, just like when he raped her, but she felt a strange pleasure coursing through her veins at touching that bulge in his cock. She hated him, but she hated herself more for finding some pleasure in her degradation.

Shivering, she gave into morbid curiosity. With trembling fingers, she reached down between her legs, along the sweat-soaked flesh, and to the cleft of her being. She stroked her labia, trying to tell herself that the slickness came from her sweat and fear. But, she knew the scent that drifted to her nose. It wasn't fear that soaked her fingers.

Merrie closed her eyes tightly and wished she was anywhere else.

From beyond the door, Merrie heard Bass call out.

"Licker! Get over here!"

Merrie lifted her head from the ground to stare at the door. Her fingers still stroked her pussy as she was torn between the pleasure that slicked her lips and the ache in her throat. She was terrified at the idea of being turned on by being dominated, humiliated, but at the same time, her body was responding and she didn't know why.

"If you make me get you, that's just going to add—" His voice cut off as he stormed across the room.

Merrie cocked her head and she held her breath. She could imagine what Bass looked like, chasing after Licker. Something glass shattered, then the sound of furniture being shoved aside. Bass' footsteps came to a halt.

Licker's voice cut through the door. "No! Don't—" It ended sharply with an electrical crack noise.

Merrie cringed as Licker hit the ground with a thud. She wasn't surprise when she heard her cry out again. "Stop!" and it also ended with a second electrical crack noise. Light flickered underneath the door, sharp and brilliant.

The door swung open. Merrie watched with growing dread, but it wasn't Bass who walked through the door, but Sable crawling inside. Merrie thought Sable walked easily on the stubs of her amputated arms and legs, balancing on what would be her elbows and knees. Her dark hair was brushed and pulled to the sides of her head, enhancing the appearance that she had two big floppy ears.

Sable gave Merrie a smile and pushed the door further open as she circled around the bathroom. Her brown eyes focused on Merrie for a purpose. Sable came to a halt near Merrie's ass.

Merrie realized her fetal position exposed her ass and pussy to Sable. She pulled her fingers away from her swollen pussy as Sable lowered her head to sniff.

Using her head, Sable pushed her head between Merrie's legs and separated them. Unresisting, Merrie let Sable roll her until Merrie was flat on her back, her knees splayed apart. As Sable lowered her head to Merrie's pussy, her hair tickled the insides of Merrie's thighs.

Merrie felt her breath rattling along her aching throat. Her eyes were locked on Sable as she felt a heated tingle pooling between her legs. Her body wanted Sable's tongue even though she didn't want to give into the idea of being someone's sex slave. But, the first touch of Sable's tongue as she parted Merrie's labia was an intoxicating drug. It was hot and slick against her aching clitoris. She reached down for Sable, then stopped.

Instead of pulling Sable closer, Merrie curled her fingers in air as she fought with herself. Sable would stop licking if Merrie acted human. With a despair, she realized she needed Sable's tongue more than being human… just that one time. She lowered her head and spread her legs even further.

Sable smiled into Merrie's pussy, then lapped. Her tongue went from the bottom of her pussy to the clitoris, then back down. She moved her entire head as she lapped at Merrie's sex.

Merrie shuddered with pleasure. The humiliating euphoria of choking on Bass' cock, mixed with the persistent lapping of Sable's tongue pushed her over the edge. The orgasm was intense, hot and sparking, as it clutched her entire body. She let out a strangled moan as she fought not to make a human noise, but there was no denying that her orgasm was more powerful than anything she ever experienced before.

When it ended, Merrie sobbed from the empty feeling it left behind. She didn't want to be a slave, but she was accepting it because her body craved it. She didn't know why she wasn't fighting it like Licker.

With Licker on her mind, Merrie tilted her head to look into the bedroom. Her view was upside down, but she could see Bass had dragged Licker back across the room. His gray ass was visible as he did something just out of sight. Licker's cries were loud in the room and they re-doubled when a lock rattled against wood.

Sama crawled into sight. On her hands and knees, she looked devastated as she peered into the bathroom. An uncomfortable expression crossed her face and she crossed her thighs together.

Merrie didn't know what to tell her or how to tell her. She mouthed the words "hold it?" to Sama.

Sama shook her head, her eyes sparkling with tears. She shifted back and forth. Then, her head turned to Bass and her eyes widened. Another rattling noise filled the room and Licker let out a sharp scream. "No!"

Merrie winced as the girl's collar went off.

Bass sighed. "You aren't very smart, are you, Ass Licker? Maybe this will teach you to stop speaking." The crack of his hand against flesh shot through the room.

Sama cringed and let out a whimper. She kept her legs crossed as she lowered herself to the ground.

Sable gave Merrie's pussy another powerful lick, then she crawled over Merrie to the door. Her short legs and arms forced her body to slide along Merrie's skin instead of towering over Merrie. Merrie gasped as Sable's naked body ran along hers, the large breasts sliding up her belly, along her own breasts, then across Merrie's lips.

Merrie didn't think as she opened her mouth to let the hard nipple caress her lips. Then, Sable's pussy was poised above her mouth. Sable paused for a moment, and Merrie knew what she wanted, but Merrie couldn't get the courage to lick Sable. After a heartbeat, Sable continued crawling over Merrie.

Sable turned her head and grinned at Merrie, then she bounded into bedroom. She circled around Sama before delving her nose between Sama's legs.

Sama whimpered, eyes wide as she stared at Sable. Then her eyes started to roll up.

Merrie realized that Sable was licking Sama along her pussy, and she was surprised to feel a bit of jealousy burning. Merrie shook her head and rolled to her hands and knees. She coughed at the ache in her throat.

Lifting her head, Sable rested her chin on Sama's tailbone and barked.

Bass turned around, then grunted. "Go ahead, take her out to pee. Right now, she's the only girl who's going to get through the morning without punishment."

Licker let out a whimper.

Sable wiggled her ass like a dog and panted. She bounded out of sight, then came back with a leash in her mouth. Sitting down next to Sama, she held it in the begging position. Merrie was surprised how natural it looked with Sable holding her amputated legs up to her chest and balancing on her knees.

Moving away from Licker, Bass came into view again. He was still naked and his cock jutted out from his body. Merrie shivered at the memory of the thick, hard length and felt sympathy to Licker, who would no doubt be feeling it soon. He squatted down and took the leash from Sable's mouth. Flipping it around, he clipped it to Sama's collar and ran his hand along the captured girl's hair. "You're a good girl. Now, Sable is going to take you out to go the bathroom. Be a good bitch and do it like a dog, pee and shit on the ground. Later, we'll use a cleansing rune so you don't have to make a mess, but until then, Sable will get one of the other trainers to wipe you clean. Don't do it yourself, do you understand?"

Sama's lip trembled, but she barked once.

"Good girl."

Sable bit the end of the leash and trotted out of sight. Sama followed when the leash grew taunt.

Bass turned and looked at Merrie. Merrie felt a shiver course down her spine and lowered her body like Sama did. Bass gestured with his finger. "You've already been punished. Help me with Ass Licker."

Trembling, Merrie pushed herself to her feet and crawled out of the bathroom. She followed Bass, but when she saw Licker, she froze with a gasp.

Licker was on a low table with her ass and pussy toward Bass and Merrie. Her two orifices were hanging out over the table obscenely, right at the height of Bass' manhood. Her ass clenched rhythmically right above her splayed open labia. Her feet were hanging over the edge of the table, but there was a bar with two cut-outs pinning her ankles down and keeping her legs spread far apart. A padlock hung from a pair of rings, unattached, but there was no way Licker could free herself. She writhed in her bonds, but the only thing she could do was move her hips slightly.

Merrie lifted her body to seen Licker on her elbows also, with a pair of bars keeping her pinned down on the far side of the table. She could see that Licker had nowhere to move, no way to move. She was locked in a position that had only one purpose. She shivered at the thought that she would be witness to Licker's rape.

Bass stopped next to Licker and stroked his hand along her taut ass. "Now, Ass Licker, this is a punishment for pretending to be human. Happy Cunt," Merrie cringed at the name, "was punished for the same thing. But, she at least crawled to the bathroom which is why I just tore open her throat. But you," he sighed and ran his finger down along her crack.

Licker let out a sob and shook. Her body trembled as he ran his fingers along her pussy, then up to her ass. He took one thick finger and circled around the clenched opening.

"You walked to the door, tried to escape, and then just pranced around like you had the right to walk. You used the bathroom like a human, which you aren't," he jammed his finger into her ass and twisted.

As Licker let out a wail of terror, Merrie felt her own sphincter clench in sympathy.

"And then you just trotted right around like you own the world. And, you gave Happy Cunt the idea she could do the same thing, which is why she was punished." Bass looked at Merrie over his shoulder.

Merrie cringed but Bass just smiled at her.

"Now, that is one of our rules here. Once you're punished, that's the end of it." He turned back to Licker and twisted his fingers in her rear, "I'm going to open you up, really open you up, but when I'm done, you'll be a good girl again. Do you understand?"

When Licker didn't respond, Bass pulled his finger out of her rear. He sucked on it. The entire length glistened with his saliva as he pulled it out of his mouth. Without another word, he jammed his finger into Licker's ass.

Licker's body spasmed and she screamed out. Merrie cringed as she saw the thick digit disappear into the wrinkled opening. She knew that Bass would do the same to her, but seeing how easily he punched his finger into Licker's rectum left her gasping for breath and a tightness around her chest.

"Ass Licker. When I ask a question, you respond. Now, do you understand that I'm only punishing you for what you did?"

Body shuddering, Licker let out a gasping bark.

Bass patted her ass. "Good girl." He turned back to Merrie. "Cunt, over here."

Merrie crawled over. Up close, she could almost smell Licker's fear mixing in with the heady smell of Bass' cock at full hardness. She shivered at her closeness to him, but her attention with riveted on the helpless Licker before her.

"Good, get her ass ready."

Confused, Merrie looked up.

Bass ran his finger around the puckered opening. "See this. I want you to lick it really good. Get it sopping wet. And," the finger dipped lower to stroke Licker's clitoris, "maybe give this a few licks if she's behaving."

Merrie stared at the dusky pink opening and felt revulsion rolling in her stomach.

Bass, on the other hand, didn't have patience. He grabbed Merrie by her hair and pulled her close. "You already know she's pretty much cleaned out. Now, either start licking Ass Licker or you'll be right here," he pointed to another set of stocks next to Licker.

Not wanting to be forced into Licker's position without any chance of escape, she leaned in. She breathed in the smell of Licker's body, the tangy scent of pussy and the musky smell of the girl's ass. It was slight, perfumed almost, and she decided it couldn't nearly be as bad as being in Licker's position.

Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and took a tentative lick at Licker's pucker. It wasn't as bad as she expected, but she wasn't expecting it when Bass grabbed her head and shoved her face into Licker's crack. "Come on, get that hole wet. If you don't, she's going to get torn up."

Merrie was humiliated and ashamed, but she worked her mouth for a moment, then used the gathered saliva to slathered it on Licker's ass.

"Shove your tongue inside too."

Licker's body shuddered as Merrie worked her tongue into the clenching ass. She probed and circled, working as much of the saliva into the hole as possible. Merrie's own body was hot and tense, excited and ashamed, all at the same time. She wanted to reach down to see if she was somehow turned on, but she already knew the answer from the heated tingle that burned between her legs.

"Good girl, Cunt." She only felt shame from his praise. "Now, lick her cunt a bit."

Merrie never gave head to a woman before, but she knew the taste from her own body. She used to finger herself and taste her juices, but being presented with a pussy right at her mouth gave her pause. She didn't want Bass to punish her, so Merrie used her tongue like a dog and licked along Licker's pussy. It was sweeter than she remembered, but just as tangy. It was different and, somehow, she knew she would be tasting it frequently in the coming days.

Licker shuddered underneath Merrie's tongue as she slurped and explored. It was far better than working at Licker's asshole. The girl's hips rocked back and forth as Merrie tilted her head to get at the opening of her sex and then down to the folded bump of Licker's clitoris.

Merrie knew that Bass was about to rape Licker's ass. She decided to try giving Licker as much pleasure as she could, in hopes that it would help with the suffering the girl was about to experience. She worked her tongue around as she rushed to give Licker an orgasm.

By the time Bass pulled Merrie away by her hair, Merrie thought she tasted Licker growing a little excited on her tongue. She gasped for breath and felt her sticky face grow cool in the air. She reached up to wipe it, then stopped. Carefully setting down her hand on the ground, she looked around at something she could wipe the juices from. The only thing she saw was Bass' bare leg and she didn't dare use that. With a sigh, Merrie decided to suffer with the smell of Licker's pussy on her face and flavoring in her mouth.

Bass pushed Merrie aside as he stood behind Licker. His cock rested on her spine. From the ground, it dwarfed the tiny opening that she was now intimately familiar with. Precum dribbled down from the shaft and pooled on Licker's anus before rolling down along her pussy. It splashed down on the floor below and Merrie fought a sudden urge to taste it.

"You aren't human, Ass Licker. Do you understand?"

Merrie wished Licker would answer, but the girl only shuddered and cried.

Bass pulled his hips back and the massive cock slid back until the head rested right against the tiny opening. His bulge, the darkness in the center, was thicker than before. With a start, Merrie realized it was like a knot on a dog, growing thicker the more he got excited. She shuddered at the idea of being knotted to Bass.

He held his shaft down and his buttocks flexed. The large cock head ground against Licker's tiny opening. Licker let out a wail of terror as Bass bore down.

The opening resisted him and Merrie watched with horror and fascination as Licker's ass was shoved in. Her buttocks clenched together as Bass continued to bear down, forcing it against the tiny opening.

Long seconds passed and somehow Licker's anus resisted the glistening cock head. Precum frothed around the junction of their body as both of their skins grew white with the pressure building. Merrie clenched her own ass, thinking about Bass' cock against her own asshole. She could imagine the feeling of having something so large at her entrance. An irresistible force that could do only one thing.

Licker's wail filled the room as the pressure built. Precum poured down and splashed on the ground. Bass grunted, and grabbed Licker's hips for balance. His hips moved forward to force the immense cock into Licker's ass. Merrie could see his balls, each one the size of her fist, tightening up as he strained.

"I hate breaking in bitches like you. So tight," he grunted, "and it hurts to do this. But, better to get it over with and start to teach you properly."

Licker's scream grew high pitch in warning as her anus finally gave in to the irresistible force. Merrie lifted her body to get a better look. It looked like half of Bass' cock was already in her body from the force of shoving against the opening to Licker's guts. But, then she saw the ring spread open. With agonizing slowness, it opened underneath the cock, and began to allow it to slide in. Licker screamed out, high-pitched and shrill as Bass' immense cock disappeared into her body through her anal ring, white with flecks of blood.

It took a moment for the ring to stop at Bass' knot, but Merrie was shuddering from the intensity of it. She felt hot and flush. Peeking down, she saw juices dribbling out of her pussy and a few splatters on the floor below her. Ashamed, she peeked back up to watch Bass rape Licker.

He didn't move for a moment, then he began to pull his shaft own. Centimeter after centimeter slid out of the abused ass, which clung to each ridge and bump like a lover refusing to give in. Just as the ring bulged with the girth of his cock head, he reversed direction and began to feed it back into Licker.

Precum glistened and lubricated his movements. It poured out of her opening as he started with tiny strokes, only a few centimeters. He seemed to be waiting for something because his movements grew faster. Licker's wails died down into sobs as he worked her open.

Merrie couldn't help but picture herself in the same position. She knew it would hurt, but seeing a dozen centimeters sliding in and out of the abused hole stole her breath away.

Bass changed his grip as things seemed to get easier. His thrusts were deeper, going from cock head to knot and back again with wet, slurping noise. He was whispering to Licker, a litany, a chant. "Good girl, that's a good girl. You're a good girl…"

Pussy tingling, Merrie focused on the knot. It was banging up against the tightly stretched ring, but she wanted to see it disappear inside Licker. She wanted to see if the tiny teenage girl could take everything.

He continued to drive into her, moving faster and deeper with every passing second. The knot drove into Licker's ass, forcing it apart. Licker tensed with the insistent pressure.

The knot swelled even more. It was at least a few centimeters thicker than his girth and black with excitement. Bass grunted as he pounded Licker's ass, his entire body moving as he drove the knot hard against the ring.

And then, it was inside her. Licker let out a scream as Bass took a step closer to fuck with deeper strokes. His knot remained inside her as he fucked her with hard, strokes.

"Good girl, good girl."

Merrie almost came at the sight of Bass' cock driving with deep, wet strokes into Licker's ass.

It was as if the girl was hollow. He grunted with every stroke, pounding in and out. As he withdrew, her anal ring bulged out with the his knot but then he drove it deep. Soon, he was burying his entire length to the base of his cock in Licker's abused ass.

Merrie's pussy overflowed with juices and she could feel it dribbling down her inner thighs. She was ashamed at her excitement, but she was thinking about Bass' cock inside her as much as watching Licker's change to the massive cock. It would hurt, she knew that, but Licker's wails had already dropped off into whimpers. Merrie didn't know if it hurt less as she opened up or Bass had somehow broken the girl.

Bass' knot popped out of Licker's ass. Merrie shuddered, but he drove it back in. Soon, he was driving the thick knot in and out of the opening, forcing it wider with every stroke. Tiny farts and spews of precum escaped with every stroke. Bass only grabbed Licker's hips tightly and drove with longer strokes.

Seeing Bass driving almost half a meter of hardness into Licker's ass, Merrie couldn't helped but be awed and terrified. It was something she could never imagine and she both looked forward to and dreaded the inevitable hour that he would do the same to her.

"Good girl, good girl, good—" Bass chanted in a tense voice. His balls tightened up into two wrinkled apples and his movements grew more forceful. Every thrust drove his entire cock into Licker, shoving her forward into the limits of her bounds. He was coming.

Merrie reached down between her legs. She knew that she would be punished, but she needed to touch herself. Her fingers sought out her slick sex and she jilled herself frantically, looking up at Bass in case he started to look at her.

Sable nipped her shoulder, and Merrie let out a shriek. She spun around, hands caught between her legs. She lost her balance and ungracefully fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Looking up, Merrie felt her cheeks burn. She was humiliated that she was turned on by Licker's rape as much as being caught masturbating to the sight.

Panting, Sable lifted one leg and used it to push Merrie flat on her back. Merrie, hoping that Sable would like her and relieve the maddening pleasure that refused to crest, obediently obeyed. She spread her legs with anticipation.

Instead of delving between Merrie's legs, Sable surprised Merrie by lifting her leg and straddling Merrie's face. Before Merrie could move, Sable sat down n Merrie's face.

Sable's swollen pussy was already wet with excitement and Merrie choked on the flood of juices that splattered on her face. Sable had a more mellow taste to her pussy, but there was a lot more juices that soaked Merrie's face. Sable ground her pussy against Merrie's face in a silent order.

Merrie resisted for a moment as the hairy pussy rocked back and forth, but then she realized Sable had pleasured her before. It only seemed logical that Merrie did the same. For the second time that morning, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along another woman's swollen clitoris.

When Sable came and Merrie finished choking on the juices, Sable finally lifted her body. Merrie blinked at the sudden light, and at the cool air not heated by another body, and looked up.

Bass was no longer fucking Licker, but he was still standing behind her as he held Sama's face to Licker's ass. Thick rivulets of cum poured down either side of Sama's chin as he forced her to lick the gaping hole. "Good girl, clean out Licker's ass. Good girl."

Sama's eyes were closed as she sucked and lapped. The tears ran down her cheeks, but she obeyed and ground her face into the cum-soaked hole.

Merrie, still on her back, shivered with anticipation as she watched Bass giving Sama the same type of directions he just gave her. But, there was too much cum and it dribbled down Sama's chest, soaking her breasts, before adding to the growing puddle between her legs and in front of the table.

Bass' yellow eyes glanced over to Merrie. He has a soft smile on his lips as he continued to say "good girl, good girl," and continued to hold Sama to Licker. He gestured with his chin to the ground, but Merrie didn't know what he wanted.

Sable, on the other hand did. Wiggling her ass, Sable crouched down in a present position and began to lick up the pooled cum on the floor. Her pink tongue flashed out and through the thick, congealing cum. Some of it dribbled out of the side of her mouth as she lapped at the floor.

Eyes wide, Merrie watched Sable then up at Bass. At his nod, she felt a shiver coursing through her body. She didn't know if she could lick pooling cum off the floor like Sable was, but her body already moved between Bass' legs. Gulping, she lowered her mouth and began to lap the cum from the floor.

Merrie was devastated that she somehow enjoyed Licker's violation. More so that she wanted to be in the same place. The tingling in her pussy just reminded her that she should have been terrified, she should have been cowering on the ground. Instead, she was on her hands and knees, ass up in the air in the present position, and licking the floor clean of Bass' cum.

And all she could think of was how to reach another orgasm to stop the maddening itch between her legs.

Merrie balanced on her shins, her feet stretched out painfully behind her and her legs pressed tightly together. She kept her hands by her neck, hands bent over. Her back ached to kept her position, breasts thrust slightly forward and her stomach held tight. Her throat ached from Bass' brutal fucking, but she didn't dare cough at the ache.

Her eyes slid over to Licker, who knelt to her right. The dark-haired teenager sobbed quietly as she struggled to keep her position. Between her legs, a puddle of cum continued to dribble out of her ruined ass, occasionally joined with a muffled slurping noise that filled the silence of the room.

Sable, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease as she begged with the others. Merrie watched from the corner of her eye as the curvy dog girl wiggled her ass and bounced it on the ground. Her amputated knees were braced to hold her upright, and her tail snapped back and forth as she panted softly.

Merrie couldn't see Sama from where she knelt. She didn't dare look over to the girl, and instead watched as Bass sat in front of them, his gray skin glistening in the light streaming through the curtains. He sat naked on a large, padded chair, one foot resting on the ground, the knee of his other leg hooked over a chair arm. His massive cock stood at half mast, the swollen head bobbing with the slow, steady beat of his body.

"Look at you," he said in his rough voice. "Four little bitches I have to train."

Sable made a whimpering noise.

He chuckled. "Okay, three I have to train and one who just likes to get fucked like a bitch."

She barked happily again and wiggled her ass.

Bass looked over the others, the vague smile on his lips and his teeth peeking out with his smile. "Normally, I only train one at a time. One girl, one trainer. But this deal I… we made. Well, we never had to train so many at a time. I can only hope that you'll all be worth it."

He leaned forward, resting one hand on his thigh. "So, I'm going to make a deal with you. If you obey, if you listen, then I will make sure it feels good. Not like what I just did to Cunt," he pointed to Merrie, "and Licker." His hand gestured to the teenage girl who whimpered. "Tits," his finger pointed to Sama, "is doing very good about this, which is why I haven't ripped open her holes."

Bass reached out and poured himself a glass of water. Two ice cubes slipped into the glass from the decanter. He took a drink before he continued.

"You got the raw end of the deal here. Kidnapped, raped. All that and then I'm going to train you one way or the other before I sell you to the highest bidder. On a good day, you'll make me twenty or thirty thousand marks. Bitches like Sable…"

To Merrie's surprise, Sable bowed her head and whimpered.

"-got off the auction block at a hundred and ten thousand marks."

He held out his hand and Sable crawled forward. Bass smiled and patted Sable on the head. The dog girl bent her head and rubbed against his thigh. "It was a good deal."

Merrie wondered if Sable was sold, how she was at the mill with Bass.

Bass stroked his fingers along Sable's chin. "Go on, Sable, back in line."

Sable crawled over on her knees and elbows, her short limbs tapping on the ground. She slipped back into place, turned around, and propped herself up in the begging position. Even with her amputated limbs, the impression of her begging was complete as she pressed her severed elbows to her chin.

Bass pushed himself up off his chair and stood in front of them. His cock bobbed with his movement, but he didn't approach. He finished his glass, then set it down on a table. "Okay, let's take it easy. Do you remember the ‘present' position?"

Merrie jerked, not sure if she should assume the position. Next to her, Sable barked once.

He smiled. "Okay, present yourself."

Merrie lowered herself to the ground, but she held herself in check as Sable spun around and dropped her chest to the ground. Her ass shot up in the air and her tail curled forward. Before Merrie could finish lowering to the ground, Sable was in position but looking away from Bass.

Merrie continued to move down, feeling like she was missing something. Her ass rose in the air, her body trembling as she obeyed Bass' commands.

She held the position, her body tense.

Bass grunted. "Licker, spread your legs more. More, I know it hurts. Good girl. Tits, lower yourself more. Touch your nipples to the ground. More… more… good girl. Cunt," Merrie tensed at her new name, "ass higher." Merrie obeyed, feeling the air brushing against her privates. "Spread your legs more."

He grunted happily as Merrie spread her legs more, exposing herself.

"Now, almost perfect, but all of you made the same mistake. When you get the present command, remember that you are just a cunt for your master. You are just holes for me, places to shove my cock. So, when I tell you to present, I don't want to see your pretty little heads bowing, I want to see your holes ready to fuck."

Staring at the ground, Merrie frowned. She wasn't sure what Bass meant. She peeked through her hair at Sable. The dog girl looked back at her, a smile on her lips. She wiggled her ass toward Bass and looked at it pointedly with her eyes.

Merrie bit her lip and decided to risk Bass' punishment. Lifting one leg, she turned herself around. Her body grew tight with anticipation of Bass hitting her. His bare feet slapped the ground as he walked closer. He knelt down behind her and she felt his large hand resting on her ass.

At the first touch of his finger against her sex, she let out a gasp. His thick finger slid up and down a few times before he pushed it into her pussy. It slid in to the first joint and she clenched her body around it. He pushed in deeper to the second knuckle. He began to pump his finger in and out.

"You're wet, Cunt." Her pussy relaxed with his continued plunges of his finger, driving in and out. She could feel his trimmed fingernail reach inside, exploring her clenching inner walls. "What turned you on, Cunt? Sucking out Licker's ass?"

She felt her pussy tingling. "Yes, that did turn you on, didn't it? But how about watching me pounding my cock in that ass? Driving it deep? Oh, my, that also? You are a slut."

Merrie closed her eyes tightly as she tried to stop her body growing wet at the memories. The recent memory of Bass fucking Licker still left her hot, and the thick finger didn't help reduce the growing pleasure.

"You're getting so wet. But, I wonder what you thought about me fucking that pretty little mouth of your's. Ripping your throat open? Pounding your face until you choked—" as he spoke, he added a second finger. Her body clenched around the two digits, but that only increased the squelching noises that drifted from her exposed sex.

Her lips parted as Bass drove his fingers in and out, fingering her with deep, thick strokes that started a fire in her pussy. She felt shame burning inside her, shame of being turned on by his fingers, shame at obeying so readily.

Bass added a third finger. Her body was stretched open as he forced it deeper. It wasn't as thick as his cock, but it still scraped against her senses with delicious agony. He leaned forward as he spoke with a chuckled.

"And if you are curious, this is what you get for obeying the commands correctly." He drove his three fingers into her pussy and pulled out with a wet slurping noise. "I'll give you pleasure if you obey, and pain if you don't."

He withdrew his fingers. "Cunt, beg."

Merrie, cheeks burning, pushed herself up to her knees. She turned around, assuming that he wanted to see her face. She brought her wrists to her throat and let her tongue slip out of her mouth.

Bass nodded with approval. He held up his fingers and she could see her juices glistening along three digits and droplets rolling down the joints. He looked directly into her face. "Now, Cunt, lick."

Her stomach twisted as she looked at the glistening fingers held in front of her. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. A tear ran down her cheek as Bass thrust his fingers into her mouth. She almost choked on the taste of her own body, the tangy sweet flavor of her body. Every teenage girl knew what she tasted like, but it was a long time since she tasted herself on her fingers. And never with someone else thrusting them into her mouth. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of her mouth. "Go on, lick."

Gulping, Merrie closed her eyes and lapped at his fingers. The taste of her excitement was strong on his fingers. She could taste it sliding down her throat. It wasn't much different from when Sable mounted her face.

"Open your eyes."

Merrie opened her eyes and lifted her gaze up to Bass' yellowed eyes.

He pulled his fingers out from her lips. "Good girl. I love looking into your eyes. You have such pretty brown eyes."

Thinking it was the right thing, she lapped at his palm.

Bass' smiled grew broader. "Good girl. Now," he paused, "present yourself."

This time, Merrie didn't hesitate. She spun around and dropped her head to the ground. Her leg spread apart until she felt her slicked lips peel apart. The air tickled her sex as she settled into position. She turned her head over to Licker, staring into the teenage girl's bright eyes.

She saw when Bass touched Licker. The girl jerked and shifted forward. Her eyes grew wide and pleading.

Merrie could do nothing as Bass' hands stroked along Licker's back, to her shoulders, then back down her flanks. Merrie's shifted her gaze to watch as Bass trailed his fingers up and down her slit and ass. To her surprise, Merrie's jealousy rose up in her throat as she saw Bass being gentle as he teased Licker.

"Good girl, Ass Licker. Now, I'm going to be very gentle here," he eased his finger into her body.

Licker gasped. Her fingers clutched the floor as Bass plunged his fingers in and out. The wet noises were softer and thicker, as if he was using his cum to lubricate the hole instead of when he used Merrie's excitement for lubrication.

"Good girl," Bass murmured, "Good, pretty little girl. Just relax. That's right, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you." He spoke in a soothing voice.

Licker tensed her body at first, but as the minutes stretched by, her body lost some of its rigidness. Bass' voice continued to drone on and the teenage girl stretched her hand out. She no longer clutched the ground but spread her fingers across it.

The door to the room creaked open. As Licker struggled with her own body, Merrie turned to see an older woman walk in. Wearing a loose- fitting black dress, she looked like a fairy-tale grandmother with her hair pulled up in a bun and knee-high boots with buckles. She carried a pile of clothes and a bag. Setting them down, she pulled a silver medallion from her shirt and rubbed it. Her boots tapped along the ground as she walked around the four girls on the floor.

"Oh, Bass." She had a southern voice, worn smooth with age and just a hint of whiskey. She stopped with her hand on Bass' shoulder and Merrie peeked through her hair to watch them.

"Good morning, Mother Rendi."

Rendi shook her head. "What did you do to that poor girl!?" She gestured down to Licker.

Bass shrugged before he answered. "She disobeyed and tried to be human."

"Did you have to tear her open? She's bleeding from the inside. You're a big boy, you can't just shove your cock into a tiny little thing like that and not worry about ripping her insides."

Licker stiffened despite Bass' fingering her.

"I have you, Mother," Bass said with a soft but amused voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Yank your fingers out of her so I can fix her insides."

"Work on Happy Cunt first?" Merrie felt herself tensing and looked away as Bass pointed to her with his free hand. "I want to finish my lesson."

The old woman smacked Bass on the head. "Don't you dare shove that dick of yours into her until I can heal that bitch up. Understand?"

He smiled and shook his head ruefully. "Yes, Mother."

"All right," she shook her head but stepped over to Merrie. "Come on, Cunt, let's get you fitted."

Merrie felt the old woman's hand on her collar. There was a brief pressure as she was tugged toward the pile of clothes. After she recovered, Merrie crawled along the ground until Rendi released her.

The old woman pulled up a chair with a sigh and sank into it. "Okay, Cunt, beg!"

The sharpness of Rendi's voice startled Merrie. It took her a moment to realize it was a command and she pulled herself up on her knees. Her hands caressed her chin as she looked up at the old woman.

Rendi snorted. "Bass loves that position, no doubt. Let's see what he did to you." She grabbed Merrie by the head and pressed against her throat.

Merrie winced at the pressure against her aching esophagus, but managed to hold still.

Rendi's hands groped down, cupping Merrie's breasts before sliding down to grab her thighs and force them further apart. "Let's see what you got here."

Merrie cringed as the woman jammed her fingers up between her legs, feeling around with brutal efficiency.

Rendi reached back and spread Merrie's ass to explore that opening. "Well, you seemed to have taken Bass' dick in the cunt without a problem. You are nice and deep there." She grinned at Merrie, "bet it felt like he was in your throat then, didn't it?"

The old woman continued. "Now, a little bit of roughness in the throat. He managed to damage you in there but nothing Old Rendi can't handle." She muttered, then pulled off her medallion. Closing her eyes, she held on to Merrie as she whispered across the silver amulet.

Merrie never experienced a healing spell before, but there was no question what the warmth that spread out across her throat was for. It sank into the ache of Bass' throat-fuck and soothed it away. The rush only lasted a second, but when Rendi released the amulet, the pain was gone.

"That's the problem with Bass. He's got a cock larger than your arm and the strength to make it go wherever he wants. Just be thankful he didn't tear your asshole open. Did that to one girl…" the woman shuddered, "I just remember how much blood there was."

At the mental image, Merrie shivered and felt her sphincter tighten.

"Well, don't worry about that. Old Rendi has you. He'll rip you open and I'll heal it. He'll do it again and I'll keep on healing you. After a few times, you won't feel a pain even if Tabitha shoves her fist in there."

Rendi smiled and dug into the bag. "Okay, I have presents for you. First up, your tags." She brought out a pair of metal tags. The old woman flipped them over and showed them to Merrie. In a neat, precise script, one tag said "Happy Cunt" and on the other, "Paladin Puppy Mill".

"These are special tags, just for you." Rendi reached up and Merrie tightened her body as the woman worked her fingers around the collar. There was a faint clicking noise as it settled into place.

Pulling back her hands, Rendi gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, but I have to test it out first."

Confused, Merrie frowned. She didn't understand what the old lady was telling her.

Rendi frowned and waggled a finger at her, "Happy Cunt, you are a bad girl."

As soon as the last "l" escaped her lips, an electric surge slammed into Merrie. She felt every muscle in her body tense as she let out a shocked scream of pain. The collar sparkled and ignited again, twisting her body until she collapsed into a fetal position.

Reaching down, Rendi patted her. "Now, now. We just had to make sure it worked. Now, when someone says that, you'll feel it."

Merrie looked up at her, tears burning in her eyes and feeling fear. The old woman didn't seem concerned or even bothered.

"Now, Happy Cunt, beg."

It took all of Merrie's energy to push past the pain and force herself on her knees. She trembled as she straightened her back, thrust out her breasts, and pulled her hands to her chin. She could feel a tear still rolling down her cheek as she looked up at the woman.

Rendi patted her on the head. "Good girl."

Like before, as soon as the last part of the world came out, something hit Merrie. But, it wasn't pain that coursed through her body, but something that connected her nipples to her clitoris to every inch of her skin. A flash of heat that sent a tingle rippling through her body until it gathered inside her pussy with soft pulsation of powers.

"Happy Cunt, you are a good girl." It came again, a flash of heat and pleasure. It added to the intensity and Merrie let out a moan. Her body trembled with the intensity of it and she spread her legs with the desperate hope that someone would extinguish the fire that burned inside her sex.

"Oh," Rendi smirked, "you liked that. You'll be liking that a lot more. Every time someone says your name and ‘good girl' in the same sentence, you'll feel that little tingle. This," she caressed the tag, "is probably my greatest artifact. Along with these," she dangled her wrist where a set of golden charms clinked delicately to each other.

"These charms are the rewards for being a very good girl, right Happy Cunt?"

Merrie shivered as the pleasure coursed through her. It gathered in her nipples and pussy, pulsating with a wet heat that left her panting for air. The pulse faded but she felt a desperate hunger to feel it again.

She leaned forward and whispered loudly. "I might have other surprises in that pretty little collar of yours, but only if you are really good. Even Bass doesn't know all my secrets."

Merrie glanced over to Bass. The thriban was on his knees between Sama and Licker, both presenting themselves to him. He had a hand between each of the girls' legs. She could see the muscles in his arms twitching as he stroked both of them at the same time.

Both women had looks of suffering on their faces, a stark contrast to the happy smile gracing Sable's face as she watched. Licker's stared out into the room, not seeing anything, as her body jerked in time with Bass' hands. Sama, on the other hand, had buried her face in her hands as her shoulders shook.

Merrie felt a pang of sorrow for the girls. They both suffered the same as Merrie; all three of them were brutally raped and degraded, but Merrie didn't let it pull her down. Seeing Sable so happy gave Merrie hope, if she acted like the dog girl, she wouldn't as suffer as much as Licker and Sama. She looked away, feeling ashamed at her acceptance.

"You know, Cunt, there are only three types of girls who come through here. There are the fighters, like Licker there, who fight every command. She'll end up doing something stupid and Tabitha will take too much pleasure in cropping her. Silly Tits is the second type, miserable and suffering. She'll put up a resistance, but she won't fight. She won't give in either. In two weeks, she'll just be a mindless slut that obeys every command given to her. She'll break… I'd say in eleven days."

Surprised at the specific prediction, Merrie looked at Rendi questioningly.

The old woman smiled and held up a long pair of fingerless gloves. "We've been doing this for years, Happy Cunt. A lot of years and a lot of bitches. Trust me." She reached over and patted Merrie on the head, "you're a good girl, Happy Cunt—"

Merrie shuddered as the pleasure coursed through her system. She shifted and her hands lowered, but she brought them back up before Rendi corrected her.

Draping one glove across her lap, Rendi loosened the laces on the other. Spreading it open, she guided Merrie's left hand into it. Merrie held herself still as Rendi worked the glove over her arm. The snug leather held her tightly as the end came around her elbow. To Merrie's surprise, the elbow was padded.

She reached out for the ends of the gloves, but instead of holes for the fingers, she realized they were sewn over. Looking up, Merrie tried to ask a question with her eyes as she explored the palm of the glove. She could feel shaped groves in the palm, but couldn't figure out the purpose.

Rendi answered as she tugged on the glove. "Curl your fingers up against your palms, like a dog's paw."

Merrie felt her body growing tense as she curled her fingers in. The grooves in the gloves fit her fingers and Rendi pulled the glove tight. Merrie tried to open her hand, but she couldn't; the snug glove kept her fingers tight against her palm. She started to panic, her breath coming faster as she wiggled against the glove that Rendi laced around her.

"Don't do that, Happy Cunt."

Whimpering, Merrie looked up. She opened her mouth and closed it. She felt the panic growing inside her, but she couldn't free her hand. She reached out with her other hand.

"Freeze, Happy Cunt!" Rendi's sharp voice cut through her senses. Merrie's arm, leg, and stomach muscles locked in place, freezing her in mid-reach. Her mind spun furiously as she panted with the fear that filled her.

Rendi shook her head sadly and finished lacing up the glove. She took the end and clipped on a small iron padlock. Without letting Merrie move again, she worked the second glove down Merrie's right arm. When Merrie felt the stubbed gloves against her hand, Rendi finally spoke.

"Happy Cunt, free."

Her body moved with a lurch, but she could do nothing but paw the air.

"Curl your fingers."

Merrie whimpered. Rendi held the glove tightly as she started to speak. "You're a bad girl—"

Merrie's eyes grew wide and she curled her hands and shoved her hand into the end of the glove. It settled into place, tight and snug.

"Good girl, Happy Cunt."

Merrie felt the pleasure slam into her, pooling in her pussy and leaving a tingling in its place. As Rendi finished lacing up the second glove, Merrie watched, feeling scared and excited at the same time. She tried to expand her hands, but couldn't.

"Good girl." Another blast of pleasure slammed into her. "And, did Bass teach you roll over?"

Hesitating, Merrie planted her hand on the ground. It felt strange, not being able to extend her fingers and she felt claustrophobic despite being almost entirely naked. She leaned into it and rolled over on her back. She pulled her hands to her chest, gloved wrists to her chin in a begging position.

Rendi smiled. "Very good girl—"

Somehow, the magical collar knew when Rendi used "very" and the induced pleasure filled her with intense waves. Every muscle in her body tensed as the ecstasy pooled in her pussy and nipples. Her exposed labia tingled with excitement and juices oozed out from her slit.

"Normally, you bring your knees up to your chest, but I need to get your boots on. Give me your right foot."

Merrie considered resisting, but the weight of the collar reminded her that she didn't have a choice. An electric shock would come if she did. She rested her ankle in Rendi's hand. The old woman pulled the long boot up Merrie's leg, working the incredibly soft leather along her calf and thigh. Mid-way along, the boot was padded like the elbow, and her knee fit into a grove in the padding perfectly. She wondered if the toes were stubbed like the gloves, but as her foot slid into place, she realized the boots had something else. The curve of the sole forced her foot straight out, into a point. As Rendi pulled it tight, Merrie tried to bend her foot into a more natural position, but she couldn't. Instead, she was forced to extend her toes straight out.

By the time Rendi finished lacing it clear up to her mid-thigh, her ankle burned with the unnatural position. Merrie whimpered, her only way of expressing discomfort without risking the collar, but Rendi shook her head.

"Sorry, can't have you walking around like a human. Give me your other foot."

Merrie continued to hold her gloved hands to her chin, and watched as Rendi pulled the other boot over her foot. The feel of the buttery texture contrasted with the humiliation of being dressed in something designed to hold her in bondage. As her foot slid into the bottom, it fit into the grove. Moments later, Rendi laced up the boot snugly.

Looking at her hands, bound tight and utterly useless, Merrie felt a surge of shame and excitement. It was as if the collar went off, but Rendi said no words. Her body was hot and slick and she desperately wanted to find relief from the heat that boiled in her pussy. She let out a moan as the final lace sealed her fate.

Rendi patted Merrie on the head. "Good girl. Now, beg."

As the wave of pleasure filled her, Merrie struggled to move into a begging position. With her feet extended, her weight bore down and she winced at the pain.

"Don't worry, Happy Cunt," Rendi reached out and stroked her fingers through Merrie's hair, "the pain will fade. Just give it a couple days." She smiled. "You have beautiful hair, Cunt. Let's just make it even prettier."

With brisk hands, she pulled half of Merrie's blond hair into a bunch, positioned right above her right ear. She clipped a circular tie around the base. Humming to herself, she did the same with Merrie's other side. Merrie didn't need to see herself to know what she looked like. The two bunches looked like flopped dog's ears, just like Sable's black hair.

Rendi gave a satisfied nod. She stroked her fingers along Merrie's chin. "You are very beautiful, Happy Cunt. And a good—"

Merrie shivered with anticipation. The pleasure that came from the collar and her insulting name was addictive.

"-girl. And we have one more thing and you'll be ready to face the day. Now, normally we'll start you off with a small one," Rendi dug into the bag, "like this."

Rendi pulled a smooth cylinder from the bag. It was black and about fifteen centimeters long. At one end, there a long tail of blond hair sticking out. Right at the base of the hair, the cylinder flared out a few centimeters.

Merrie stared at it for a long moment. The hair was the same color as hers but the long black length could only have one purpose, to be shoved into her body. She glanced over at Sable and her tail; the black hair sprouted from the base of her tailbone, right above the dusky opening of her anus. Merrie's eyes drifted back and her sphincter tightened at her thoughts. She wiggled her ass and sat back.

"Smart girl, you figured out where it's going. But, with Bass, I think you need something a bit bigger."

Digging into the bag, she pulled out a much larger plug with the same color of blonde hair as the first. It was twenty centimeter long and half that wide. It ended with a large flare and tapered to a smaller point.

Merrie's lips parted with anticipation. Her body grew tight and excited, the memories of Bass' rape of Licker's ass. The plug was not nearly as large as Bass, but it was far larger than anything Merrie had ever had in her rear.

"Don't worry, it may be very uncomfortable, but you won't notice after a day. And," she stroked the hair at the end, "you'll be so pretty."

Merrie whimpered, both terrified and excited at the same time. Her pussy and nipples tingled with desire. When Rendi opened her mouth to speak, Merrie was already obeying the command she knew would come.

"Happy Cunt, present… good girl! You are a very good girl!"

Merrie spread her legs and pressed her chest to the ground. The waves of pleasure helped her spread her legs widely, exposing her opening for Rendi's use. She closed her eyes with anticipation, trembling as she wondered what was wrong with her to accept a dildo in her ass so easily.

Rendi pressed the tapered tip to her opening. It was slick as if it was lubricated, but despite Merrie's acceptance to it being shoved into her, she couldn't help clenching tightly against the opening. It was something she never did, except for a random finger, and her body refused to allow something her mind knew she couldn't resist.

The old woman twisted the plug in quarter circles as she increased the pressure. "Good girl, good girl, good—" she whispered the words that activated the collar and Merrie was hit with wave after wave of pleasure.

Her body trembled from the magically induced ecstasy that coursed through her. She could feel the pressure building, a single point of pain where the plug's tip had managed to force itself inside her tightly clenching hole. She let out a whimper and trembled.

"Push out, Happy Cunt, just like you were shitting. Don't worry, nothing will come out—good girl—there is a cleansing rune on all of these. Just… push… come on, girl. Good girl, good girl—"

Merrie's hands clenched tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms. She tried to open, to bear down on the dildo. It slipped in and she shuddered at the feeling of being held open by something thick and hard. Reflexively, she tried to push it out, but Rendi kept it inside her. Merrie squirmed as she fought the alien feelings of having something lodged in her most private of openings.

Rendi grabbed her by the hip with one hand as she pushed with the other. The dildo twisted around and the slick, smooth surface inched into Merrie.

Mouth open but saying nothing, Merrie ground her chest into the ground. Her useless fingers skittered against the ground as her arms splayed out on the cool surface. She lowered her face to the ground, trying to escape the thickness that violated her ass, but she couldn't escape as it drove deeper.

The thickness kept increasing. She felt her anal ring stretching from the pressure, but there was nothing Merrie could do. She was helpless, vulnerable, exposed. And the very thought of it, coupled with Rendi's continual chanting to activate the collar, made it difficult to do anything besides swim in the ocean of pleasure that gripped her body.

Her whimper turned into a wail as pleasure and pain mixed together. Her asshole burned with the intrusion that she couldn't force out, but she could feel the length burying deep into her rectum. She remembered what it looked like when Licker was being raped by Bass, the massive hard cock sliding into her hole as if it belonged there. She tried to pretend that it was Bass that was impaling her. It sank a few centimeters deeper and stretched her painfully open as an orgasm came rushing up.

"Good girl, good—"

Rendi's words weren't needed anymore. Merrie's imagination filled her senses with the idea of being degraded and dominated, of Bass driving his cock as he spoke in his rough voice. She wanted him, she hated that she did, but Merrie desperately wanted to feel Bass' cock buried in her ass, tearing her open.

The crest of pleasure slammed into her. She screamed out with pleasure and shoved back on the dildo. The pain spiked as it sunk into her ass, but then she was past the thick end with the tail. Her asshole clenched tightly around it and pulled it snugly into her rectum, filling her completely as her world exploded into a shower of lights and ecstasy.

Sweat covered Merrie's entire body. It gathered in rivulets and rolled down her sides and thighs. She could feel it irritating the skin around her abused asshole, where the butt plug still stirred her insides with every movement. The blond hairs waved back and forth, throwing off her balance and teasing her with feather-light touches against the back of her thighs and calves.

More sweat slicked her labia, giving her the feeling of being excited. It itched in a place she couldn't reach, not with her aching fingers clamped to her palms. It reminded her that she had to pee badly.

A warm breeze blew past her, drying the sweat on her face and increasing the maddening itch across her cheek. She tried to wipe it on her shoulder, but stopped when she touched her soaked skin.

The leash clipped to her collar tugged and she jerked forward. Glaring forward, she saw Bass walking with a relatively slow, steady pace. Three leads ran out from his hands, one to each of the new bitches and herself. Sable trotted next to Licker, her ass high in the air and a smile on her lips.

When Bass first attached his leash, he said it would be a short walk. And, if she was walking, the distance wasn't further than Merrie walked to work in the morning, but on her hands and knees, it took almost a full hour and Merrie was rapidly running out of energy to move. Even with the padding on her elbows and knees, her body ached with the unfamiliar movements and she just wanted to curl up regardless of the punishments. Only an occasional white stick randomly stuck in the ground attracted her attention, but she couldn’t figure out why there were markers in the grass and among the trees.

"Good girl, Happy Cunt."

Bass' voice set off the collar and she felt the intoxicating wash of pleasure course over her. It pooled into her slick pussy, radiating out. The sensations fought with her exhaustion and she stumbled. He stopped, a frown ghosting over his face. Turning around, he walked over to Merrie and squatted down in front of her.

Thankful that he wasn't pulling her forward, Merrie slumped down as he towered over her.

"Getting tired, girl?"

Merrie looked up with a pleading look, then remembered the proper action. She let out a gasping bark.

He reached out and stroked the slicked skin along her neck. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck sticking to his fingers as he held her firmly for a moment. She could smell him with his closeness, a strong musky scent that seemed just right with the hard muscles of his chest. Bass was stripped down to a pair of denim shorts that strained around his muscular backside and the bulge of his cock.

She looked away, not wanting to encourage him; the last thing Merrie wanted was to be fucked in the heat and exhaustion. Her body shivered at his touch.

"There is a pond nearby. Would the bitches like a quick dip to cool off?"

Sable barked instantly and cheerfully, jumping into a begging position. Merrie watched her from the corner of her eye, then struggled to do the same. Leaning back on slicked shins, she trembled as she pulled her hands to her collar and let out another gasping bark.

"Good girl."

She let out a shuddering breath as the collar sent another wave of pleasure through her. The magically induced pleasure was addictive and she wanted to desperately resist it but the heat in her sex made it hard to fight. She cleared her throat and barked again, this time clearly.

"Very good-" Merrie inhaled with anticipation, "-girl."

The intense wave crashed into her and she sobbed as she felt a tiny orgasm ripple through her body. A few sparks of pleasure rose up into her chest, gathering around her perked nipples. As the sensations flickered across her nerves, she moaned with the desperate wish for someone to suck on them.

Sama and Licker barked after a few seconds and Bass complimented them. Merrie watched as they both shivered at the effect of the collar. If it was the same thing that hit her every time Bass said "good girl", she could see why Licker finally started to obey commands. He used the phrase frequently as he gave commands, sometimes using it twice or thrice when Merrie obeyed a command with enthusiasm.

Ignoring the sweat that soaked her skin, Bass ran his hands along Merrie's shoulder to her collar then down to cup her breast. His thick fingers caught her nipple. He twisted it in his palm and whispered directly to Merrie. "Good girl."

A moan escaped her lips and she blushed hotly at her enjoyment of his domination. But, then teasing ended quickly as he stood up and addressed all four dog girls.

"Less than a quarter kilometer. Come on, if we make it there by the end of the hour, I'll give you a treat."

Sable barked happily and rushed forward. Bass followed as he rested the leads on his palm. Merrie followed before the leash grew taut but it wasn't long before she could feel the pressure on her collar, insisting on pulling more speed out of her exhausted body.

It took almost twenty minutes before they reached the pool. Merrie saw another man standing there and cringed but Bass pulled her forward. As they came out from the surrounding underbrush, she saw that the man had three other girls on their hands and knees. All of them were a dozen meters off the trail, in an area of cut grass. On the opposite side of the trail was a pond that sparkled in the sunlight. Merrie longed for the pond, but the new dog girls caught her attention.

All three of the dog girls were covered in muck and mud. It dripped from their bodies, but there was nothing that could hide the swells of their breasts or the valley between their legs. The musk plastered their loose hair against their shoulders and faces. They turned to look at her, their eyes filled with misery. When Merrie realized none of them had boots, gloves, or tails, she felt sympathetic to their misery. Her walk in the dog outfit was hard, without it would have been brutal.

Bass called out to the man. "Well met, Borias!"

Borias was a slender man with long hair pulled into a pony tail and a goatee. He had definition, but not the raw musculature of Bass. He wore a pair of breeches and a button-down shirt that was unbuttoned clear down to his belly button. Borias looked up from the girl he was standing next to and waved. When he responded, it was with a northern accent, "'ello, boss! Hold on a sec, 'k?"

The new trainer lowered his gaze to the girl at his feet. She balanced on the balls of her feet as she squatted down. Her face was buried in her hands as her shoulders shook. In the patches of exposed skin, Merrie could see she was as red as a tomato. On the ground, between her legs, was a pile of shit and Merrie was doubly-thankful that the uncomfortable butt plug meant she would never have to do that in front of anyone.

"Done now, Horny Holes?"

Sobbing, the girl at his feet nodded sharply.

Borias leaned over with a brown cloth. As Merrie watched, he wiped her tenderly clean. He spoke softly, "good girl," but the shamed girl didn't shiver like Merrie did. When he was done, he tossed the cloth to the side and pointed at it with his finger. "Bang."

When the cloth ignited into flames, Merrie jerked with surprise. It burned brightly and blew away into a cloud of ash before it hit the ground. He aimed his finger at the steaming pile. "Bang" and the feces blew away in a flash of flame.

Bass strode forward, tugging his girls ahead. "Rendi hasn't gotten to you?"

Borias shook his head. "Mother be drained from tagging everyone else. She's plumb out of name tags, cleansing runes, and tails. Being I don't mind a little crap," he chuckled, "I offered to be last so Piffin would get his girls fitted and tagged."

"Never thought Abbinkey would be an advantage, did you?" Merrie heard of Abbinkey, it was the famed prison to the north of Franome City. Only the country's worst criminals went there and very few every came back.

As Bass and Borias spoke, Merrie watched the three new dog girls. All three of them were sobbing and holding their heads to shield their faces from Merrie. Merrie wanted to reach out for them, to comfort them. Her heart lurched with her desire to do something for the three sobbing dog girls.

"If you could say that, but I'll never regret my time there. Cleaning out the jacks for five thousand prisoners pretty much ruined my sense of taste and smell. Besides, a bit of humiliation does bitches good. Reminds them they aren't human anymore."

Bass grunted.

"Here for the water? Your girls look hot."

"Aye, just a quick cooling down."

Ignoring the men speaking above them, Sable trotted forward and over to the furthest girl from Borias. She was a brunette with long hair that wrapped around her arms. Sable stopped in front of her until the girl looked up, then Sable pressed her cheek against the girl's cheek. The girl sobbed louder and Sable shifted her body so she could press her throat against the girl's neck.

"Mind if I join you, Bass? Me girls just went through the swamp. Figured the soft ground on their hands and knees would feel better. At least until mother can outfit them."

"Good thinking, Bori."

Merrie couldn't tear her gaze away from Sable and the girl. As she watched, the girl's crying grew softer. She reached up to hug Sable, but Sable shook her head. The girl dropped her hands and leaned into Sable instead. Merrie felt a longing and she wondered if she could do the same for the other two miserable dog girls.

"These are Ass Licker, Silly Tits," Merrie looked up as Bass introduced them, "and Happy Cunt."

"I remember Cunt. The girl you picked out for your first lesson?"

"She misbehaved the first."

"Right..." drawled Borias. "a sweet piece of ass and she just happens to be the first." He chuckled. "Well, here be Horny Holes. Sable is comforting Cock Diver, and the last is Throat Fucked."

"Good choices, the last Throat won the blue last year."

"She be me lucky charm." Borias grinned and ran a finger along his beard. "We're done here, ready to go?"

"One moment. Girls, if you have to pee, do it here."

Opening her eyes wide, Merrie looked in surprise. She didn't know what to do. She had to pee, but she didn't want to risk punishment.

Next to her, Licker started to push up but she lost her balance and dropped back to the ground. She let out a gasping noise, then slumped low to the ground and looked up at Bass fearfully.

"Go on. Scared?"

Merrie risked a bark.

Bass smiled and patted Merrie on the head. "Good girl. Sable, could you show them?"

Sable pulled away from Cock Diver and trotted over to the cut grass. Spreading her legs, she lifted her tail so it arched over her back, and released her bladder in full view of everyone.

Merrie felt a flush of embarrassment as she watched Sable going the bathroom in front of her. She glanced up, but neither Bass or Borias were watching Sable or anyone. Instead, they talked quietly about something.

Sable finished and carefully stepped away before coming around. She circled to Licker. When Licker didn't move, she nudged the teenage girl with her head. Licker shook her head fearfully. Sable's brown eyes slid over to Merrie.

Merrie knew what Sable was asking, to demonstrate. Her muscles clenched as she glanced up at Bass and Borias again. Gingerly, she crawled through the grass, careful to avoid the glistening patches. She felt her heart thumping in her chest as she spread her legs.

A hand grabbed her tail and pulled up. Merrie gasped and stared over her shoulder at Bass who pulled the tail out of the way. She trembled, staring up into his yellowed eyes and shivering.

"Go on."

Cheeks burning brightly, Merrie concentrated on relieving herself. It was hard, harder than she expected, but when she finally started, she let out a sigh of relief. She remembered a story when she was free, "no greater pleasure than emptying a rock-hard bladder."

She finished as quickly as she could, then carefully crawled away. The lead on her collar was slack. She peeked over to Bass who was helping Sama by pulling up her tail. Merrie looked around, then found her attention drawn to Throat Fucked. The black-haired beauty was curled up on the ground, her arms and legs tucked under her body. Her back shook with tears and Merrie felt sorrow filling her.

Moving quietly to avoid attracting the trainer's attention, she crawled through the grass. Up close, she could smell the mud and rotted vegetation. She tried to find a clean spot to touch, but when she didn't, she decided to just imitate Sable. She nudged Throat with her forehead; the gesture left a smear of mud across her face, but she couldn't wipe it away.

The black-haired girl didn't move, except to tighten up.

Merrie glanced around to make sure Bass wasn't watching. She lifted one hand and set it on Throat's back. It seemed like a maneuver that a dog could do. She rested her weight on the first and lifted her second booted paw. With a rush that she might get punished, she slid forward and lowered herself until her breasts ground through the mud on Throat's back and she was half-hugging the girl.

So close to Throat, she could feel the tears wracking Throat's form. Every sob tore through Merrie's heart, but she just held Throat tightly. She didn't have anything else she could do.

Merrie jumped when she felt Throat snake out an arm and wrap it around her thigh. It was a small gesture, human in its desperation. Merrie knew she should stop it, like Sable did before, but she didn't have the heart. Instead, she lifted her leg to give Throat more access to cling to her and held her tightly.

"'eh, Bass? Look."

Merrie tensed up. Her back was to the trainers, but she knew that punishment would come.

"By the divine... is that what I think it is?"

Confused, Merrie didn't move. She lifted her head slightly, as not to let her collar touch Throat in case Bass triggered it.

"How did you find another alpha, Boss?"

"She isn't an alpha."

Borias laughed. "Funny, I remember Sable doing that."

"I don't know what you are..." Bass cleared his throat and tugged on Merrie's lead. "Cunt, come on."

Sliding off Throat, Merrie turned around. At the dark look on Bass' face, she cringed.

Bass didn't say the trigger words. Instead, he pulled on the leash and dragged her over to his feet. She scrambled to her feet, but kept her body low to the ground.

"Come on, let's get to the pond and cool you down."

It was less than half a hundred meters to the pond. When Bass didn't say "bad girl", Merrie relaxed slightly but waited for the triggering phrase with every step. She glanced over to Sable.

Sable caught her gaze and gave an approving nod. She wiggled her ass and trotted past Merrie, accelerating as she raced to the edge of the pond. With a bark, she launched herself off the shore and dove into the water.

Relieved, Merrie relaxed. She crawled across the pebbles and rocks that made the shore, thankful of her padding. With a start, she realized that Borias' girls wouldn't have the same protection. She stopped to look around.

"Cunt? Oh, Bori, bring them over there by the sand."

"Yeh, boss."

Bass pulled Licker, Sama, and Merrie across the shore. He stopped right at the water's edge. Reaching down, he unclipped Licker's, then Sama's lead. "Go on, get in the water and clean off."

Neither girl looked at Merrie as they crawled into the water. After the initial shock, Licker let out a sigh and rushed into the water and dove underneath it. A moment later, she surfaced a meter away, swimming out toward the center of the pond.

Sable splashed along the shore, circling around as she tracked Licker's movement. There was a predatory look on her face as she bounded through the grasses. Even with her amputated arms and legs, she circled the pond before Licker could reach the middle. With a wag of her tail, she crouched in a patch of tall grasses as if she was waiting for Licker to get out.

"Happy Cunt." Bass' whisper was right next to Merrie's ear. She jumped and glanced up to Bass who loomed over her. He pulled on the leash, dragging Merrie until they were centimeters apart. "I'm not going to say this again, but you are not an alpha. Do you understand?"

Merrie whimpered and her tail twitched as her sphincter tightened. She didn't know what Bass or Borias meant by "alpha," but it obviously meant something significant. She wondered if she wasn't suppose to comfort the other girls, but Bass didn't stop her when she did it the night before.

Bass' hands wrapped around her collar, his knuckles digging into her throat. "You are not... an alpha, Happy Cunt. Understand?"

Terrified, Merrie let out a strangled bark.

Bass let her go with a relieved sigh. "Good girl. Very good girl."

The dual shocks of pleasure coursed through her. She trembled at the impact, then again as he unclipped the lead on her collar. "Go, have fun and get clean."

Merrie backed away from Bass, her body trembling. Seeing his angry yellow eyes frightened her and she was distinctly reminded that she was an almost naked human woman crawling on the ground. She turned away from him and hurried into the water.

It was cold, icy cold despite the summer heat, but it felt like ambrosia against her skin. Merrie let out a sigh and lowered herself into the water. On the far side, she watched as Licker crawled out the far side, dripping wet.

Licker made it only a few steps before Sable burst out of the grasses. The teenage girl let out a yelp and the crack of the collar shot out over the water. As she collapsed to the ground, Sable caught her.

It took Sable no effort to push Licker on her back. Spinning around, Sable planted her pussy right on Licker's face. She opened her mouth in a slopping grin and wiggled back and forth as Licker flailed underneath her.

Merrie grinned and wondered how Sable knew where Licker would come out. She remembered when Sable sat on her face, the taste of the dog girl's pussy on her lips, and the memory brought a flush of excitement to her cheeks. She ducked under the water and came to the surface. She shook the water off her face and turned to head closer to shore.

Throat knelt between Merrie and the shore. With the mud off her face, Merrie felt a surge of jealousy at the beauty in the water with her. Her breasts were large without sagging. Each one was tipped with a large aureole which caressed the water's surface.

Merrie crawled to the side, but Throat moved to block her. Merrie froze, holding one dripping glove out of the water and gave Throat a curious gaze.

Throat peeked over her shoulder at Bass and Borias, but both trainers were watching Sable mounting Licker's face. Throat returned her gaze back to Merrie, then gestured with her eyes to a point on the shore a few meters down from the trainers. There was a sandy beach and footprints where Borias led his girls into the water.

Guessing that Throat wanted her to go there, Merrie nodded. She crawled out of the water and up on the beach. She started to turn to look at Throat, but two hands on her ass stopped her. Merrie's breath locked in her throat as she felt Throat parting her ass cheeks, then the warm touch of the girl's breath against her exposed asshole and pussy.

Merrie never thought rimming was a sexual thing. Before her capture, the ass was just a place to shit out of, but at the first touch of Throat's tongue right below the butt plug in her ass, a shiver coursed through Merrie. Her arms felt weak and she lowered herself and spread her legs, presenting herself to Throat.

Throat lapped around the plug in Merrie's ass, digging her tongue at the junction before slurping around. Her finger's dug into the meat of Merrie's buttocks, holding them tightly as she lapped. Merrie felt her lower her head, then the touch of a tongue against her clitoris.

Breathing heavy, Merrie planted her face into the sandy beach with just enough room to breath. She didn't know why Throat was licking her, but it felt as pleasurable as the collar's magic.

Throat sucked on Merrie's clitoris, sending more waves through her. Then, she worked her way up along Merrie's labia, teasing them with her lips.

Boots crunched on the sand. Merrie closed her eyes tightly and clutched her hands to her palms, wishing to get as much pleasure before they interrupted her.

"Throat, stop right 'ere," Borias said firmly.

Throat stopped and pulled back. Merrie felt a tear burning her eye, she didn't want Throat to get punished. But, instead of saying "bad girl", Borias grabbed Merrie's tail and pulled.

Merrie pulled up her head as her mouth opened. Her rectum resisted the plug and she felt her insides shifting as she tried to prevent her anal ring from being pulled open. Despite her efforts, the slicked surface of the butt plug slid out of her opening, and drew a shuddering gasp from Merrie.

Borias dropped it on the sand next to them. "Now, Throat, keep your hands on the ground, and go back to thanking her."

Merrie looked up at Borias in confusion, then gasped as she felt Throat delving her face between her butt cheeks. Throat's tongue lapped at Merrie's asshole, circling around the gaping opening and pushing inside. Merrie gasped, the shock sending a tiny orgasm crashing into her.

Borias chuckled. "And that is 'ow bitches thank each other. You comfort her, she licks you out. Good girl, Throat."

Merrie jerked forward as Throat jammed her tongue deeper into Merrie's ass, swirling it around as her hot breath teased Merrie's sex.

"Gods above, that's hot." Borias called out over his shoulder. "'eh, boss? Your bitch need a ring gag?"

Bass grunted. "You think she's an alpha, what do you think?"

Borias rolled his eyes and made an obscure gesture toward Bass. He looked down at Merrie. "If my girl keeps licking you, you return the favor to me? Make me feel good? I make you good?" To answer her confusion, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.

He was already hard, but much smaller than Bass. He looked about fifteen centimeters, thin and long. His cock ended with a pointed tip that glistened with precum. Below, two hairy balls clenched tight against his body.

"Come on, Happy Cunt," Borias knelt down in front of Merrie. He grabbed her bunched hair, her "ears", and guided her to his shaft. "I know Bass fucked that pretty throat of yours. You can handle my little thing, can't you? Throat, help her?"

Throat dove into Merrie's ass, licking hard, and Merrie was pushed forward.

Merrie knew what he wanted and opened her mouth. His hot cock slid past her lips and along her tongue. The salty taste of his precum left a smear against her taste buds before the head bumped against her palate.

"Oh, I 'ever tire of this."

He gripped her hair tighter and thrust with his hips. Merrie opened her mouth enough that her lips wrapped around his shaft.

Behind her, Throat ground her face into Merrie's ass and sex, lapping hard and deep, moving quickly. Merrie spread her legs more to give the girl more access to her holes.

Merrie didn't need to do anything, couldn't do anything. Borias fucked her face with strokes that bounced his balls against her chin and crushed her nose against his belly, but withdrew just as quickly. Every ram of his cock pushed her back into Throat's tongue who managed to find more ways of pushing Merrie towards an orgasm. Merrie wanted to reach out to touch something, needing balance as her head spun from the new sensations at both ends of her body.

She rocked back and forth, on cock and tongue. Borias' shaft tickled the back of her throat, but went no further. It pulsed with every thrust and Merrie could focus her sole attention on pleasuring the trainer. She used her tongue to lap and taste him, squeezing her lips around his cock until her jaw ached with the pressure to keep her teeth away. Every time she increased the pressure, or found some spot to lick, Borias hissed with pleasure, gripped her hair tighter, and thrust faster.

It could have been seconds or minutes, but soon Borias grunted with every thrust. "Come on, Throat, make her cum before I do and you don't get toilet duty tonight... or tomorrow morning."

Whatever Borias promised, it sent Throat into a frenzy. She dropped her mouth to lap against Merrie's clitoris. It was hard, fast, and very wet. Merrie felt an orgasm rushing up and Borias matched it with frantic thrust into her face. She relaxed her jaw and accepted him as he pounded her face, driving her back with every grunt.

Merrie's orgasm became a white-hot flame with the realization she could do nothing. She was a fuck hole for the trainer and the dog girl behind her. Her mouth opened with the intensity that crashed into her, far more powerful than the collar could ever force into her. She let out a gurgling scream, interrupted with the rapid beat of Borias as he stabbed the back of her throat with his shaft.

Borias yanked his cock out from her mouth. Grabbing it with both hands, he aimed the swollen head toward Merrie. She had her mouth open, unsure of what he wanted, when the first blast of cum splattered against her face. It was a heated brand from her chin to her cheek. Another splatter score across her face. He grunted and pumped his cock, sending burst upon wave of cum to splash against her face. He kept coming, more than any of Merrie's boyfriends ever did and almost as much as Bass' flood.

When the last surge dribbled out and began sliding down the bottom side of his cock, he let out a gasp. "Now, you be beautiful. Good girl, Throat. Good girl, Cunt."

The collar triggered, surprising Merrie since she didn't know he could do that. It pushed her into another orgasm that left her reeling for balance.

Sitting back on the sand, Borias called out to Bass. "Nope, yer girl don't need no ring."

Bass grunted. "You're lucky she didn't bite your dick off."

"Live a bit in danger, boss. Holes, come clean up Cunt. Diver, clean me up."

The two other girls crawled out of the pond. Merrie pulled back, but Horny Holes followed her. Merrie stopped when she bumped against Throat's body.

With a sad look on her face, Holes closed her eyes, made a face of revulsion, and began to lick the cum from Merrie's face. Past the girl, Merrie could see Cock Diver was doing the same for Borias, sucking the last of the cum from his shaft while tears rolled down her cheeks.

Merrie dozed on the beach of the pond, her eyes half open as she stared at the bright blue sky. Underneath her, the sand had molded to her curves, cradling her. She knew she was in a terrible place, but as she lay in the sun, she could almost find herself enjoying it. Her mind drifted to Licker's rape and Bass' huge cock disappearing into her body, and felt a shiver of pleasure. It was only a matter of hours or days until Merrie would be on her knees, impaled by that very shaft. She knew it would hurt, more than she could imagine, but his brutal domination and size made her just want it more.

She groaned and rolled over on her belly. Her gloved hands slid through the moist sand beneath her as she adjusted her body, moving until her breasts ground into the surface of the small beach. Through a thin screen of grasses, she could see Bass and Borias talking to each other. Sama, Diver, Throat, and Holes were crouched on the ground next to them. Each of them had a leash on, clipped to their collar and held in their respective trainers' hands.

With a start, Merrie reached up to her own collar. Her knuckles brushed against the metal, but there was no leash keeping her bound. Her mouth open with surprise, and she stared at the two trainers in shock.

Borias glanced over and gave her a wink. He returned to his conversation with Bass. "So, boss? Can I take your Sable? Me girls could use bit of a role model to show 'em what a real bitch acts like."

"Why not? She's been riding Licker's face for almost an half hour now."

Borias chuckled. "Aye, that girl's tongue gonna be sore. Maybe she be learnin' not to try runnin' away."

"That," murmured Bass, "wasn't even close to running away. Sable keeps a good eye on the new bitches."

"Wouldn't know. You and Tabby are the only ones with alphas. Maybe I should borrow your Cunt too?"

"No," came the sudden and harsh reply.

"Sorry I asked," muttered Borias as he stood up. "Here, boss, hold me girls while I get your bitch?"

Bass grunted and took the offered leashes. Borias brushed his hands on his thighs and walked toward Merrie. He had a smile on his lips. As he drew closer, he motioned for Merrie to get up.

Merrie pushed herself to her hands and knees. She looked up as the trainer patted his thigh. "C'mon, girl, let's get your bitch sister. Heel."

She wasn't sure if that was a command, but she knew what dogs did to heel. She turned around and crawled next to him, less than a foot from his thigh. Her booted knees crunched the sand, then gravel as they circled the water.

"Good girl."

Merrie shivered at the pleasure of his compliment, even though it came from the collar.

As they walked, he spoke cheerfully. "Ya know, we all have roles here. Bass teaches you how to take that big log of his. He'd ruin you for everyone else, but mother makes you nice and tight for us little guys. Got to thank those collars of hers for that. Best idea she got since convincin' a paladin to get me out of Abbinkey."

He paused to let her crawl over a ridge before he continued, "Piffin is perfection. An anal bastard who expects everything from you bitches in precise distances. Spread your legs thirty inches, not thirty-one. Grange is the cruel master you never want. I hate him, he reminds me of the gang leaders in Abbinkey that go around raping everyone. And beatin' up everyone to make themselves feel important."

"Tabby... well, Tabby scares me too much." He looked around, "And I better not be talking bad about her. She might hear, and I don't like when she humps me face."

As they came around the bushes Sable had hid in earlier, Borias lowered his hand, resting it on the back of Merrie's neck. She shivered at the contact, but had to concentrate to keep up with his pace. "And me? Well, I teach pretty little girls like you to swallow past your gag reflex. Ain't nothin' too dirty for me, but it prepares you for those nasty masters out there. Assholes who take a perfectly good and sexy girl and use her for nothin' but a chamber pot."

Merrie listened as she stared at Sable and Licker. Sable sat on Licker's chest, rubbing her pussy along Licker's throat and face. Even from a distance, Merrie could see Sable's juices coating Licker's face with a glistening glaze.

"And Sable," Borias lowered his voice, "got a role here too. She and Dixie show you girls what happens when you stop resistin'. The smart ones," his hand moved to stroke Merrie's ears, "like you learn quickly, and that makes me jealous. Wish I got the alpha instead of boss."

As they came to a halt next to Sable and Licker, Sable crawled off and sat on the grass. Her ass wiggled back and forth and she panted. She had a blush on her cheeks and a broad grin on her face.

Licker, on the other hand, slumped on the ground and looked miserable. She blinked, and her soaked eyelashes stuck to her face. Sable's drying juices covered her from nipples to hair, and one of the dog ears had come undone.

"Damn Sable, can she even use her tongue?"

Sable barked once and wiggled even more. Her tail wagged back and forth, swishing through the grass as she moved.

Borias knelt down next to Licker and stuck his fingers in her mouth. He inspected her for a moment, then he smiled. His other hand slid down to Licker's nipples and teased them. "Very good girl," Licker shuddered under his hands, "but don't be runnin' away, k?"

Licker moaned and tried to turn away from him, but he twisted her nipple. "No, I'm bein' serious, Licker. If you did get away, Tabby will come for you. And trust me, you don't want Tabby."

At her whimper, Borias reached down further and forced his hand between her legs. He stroked her a few times before sniffing his fingers. "Good girl, you just be relaxin' k?"

Licker whimpered as the pleasure shook through her body. Merrie felt a sympathetic pleasure coursing through herself as well.

Borias guided Licker to her hands and knees. His hand rested on her tight, teenage belly until she got her balance, then he clipped a lead to her collar. "Come on, let's get you to the boss so I can borrow Sable for the night."

Sable barked cheerfully and ran around in a circle.

He turned and started to head back around the pond. Sable barked and surged forward, circling around him as she bounded through the grass. Licker resisted until the lead grew taut and dragged her after Borias. She relented and followed with her head hung low.

Merrie worried her lip, then crawled after them. She came even with Licker, and something kept her beside the teenage girl.

"Hard to believe," Merrie looked up to see Borias talking over his shoulder to them, "that you were kidnapped just yesterday. Lot happened already, huh?"

Licker didn't answer, but Sable gave Merrie a hard look. Blushing, Merrie barked once to answer him.

"Don't worry, a lot more is gonna happen tonight. Or even after lunch. The first few days are always hard. Boss needs to rip you open and mother's gotta heal you. A couple times of that, and you can handle that big ol' dick of boss in any of your holes. Trust me, soon you'll be craving that dick in your ass."

Merrie shivered at the thought of being bent over something, her vulnerable ass exposed to Bass' cock. Her ass clenched around its plug with anticipation. She looked over at the broken Licker, and felt guilty at her excitement.

Licker shot Merrie a look through the hair draping over her face. It was filled with hatred, humiliation, and despair. The look of it shook Merrie to the bone.

Merrie knew she shouldn't look forward to being raped, but it didn't feel like rape anymore, not to Merrie. She was there against her will, and she would try to escape if she could. Yet at the same time, she craved that feeling of being dominated more than she ever thought possible. It was like a drug, even stronger than that of the pleasure from her magical collar. Like before, Merrie wondered if there was something terribly wrong with her. She peeked over at Sable, who happily bounded ahead of Borias. Merrie wondered if Sable accepted her position as easily as Merrie did.

Lost in her thoughts, they had walked back around the pond before she realized it.

"Here ya go, boss. Three lovely girls, includin' one that probably won't be speakin' for a while."

Bass looked up from where he lay on the ground. He was sprawled out, leaning on one elbow. His hand held Sama close to him as his fingers stroked up and down her slit, his wrist against the tail sprouting from her ass. A look of reluctant pleasure stormed across Sama's face as she looked at Merrie helplessly. Across from Sama, Throat Diver knelt on the ground as she lapped at Bass' immense cock, his pre-cum soaking her face and hair. The other two, Holes and Throat, were crouched on the ground as far away as their leashes would let them.

Borias chuckled. "Aww, that looks nice, but I got to be takin' my girls back to the hall. Time for a bit of toilet trainin'. Well, not Throat because she earned a night off."

Diver and Holes looked up with naked fear on their faces. Throat glanced over two her two bitch sisters then ducked her head down when they shot glares at her. Merrie shivered at their look, afraid of what the cheerful Borias did in his room.

"Aw, come on, it's just a bit of pee. Damn girls, can't even appreciate a proper bit of watersports." He rested his hand on Merrie's shoulder, "I bet you would, wouldn't you?"

Merrie whimpered, shivering with the mixture of revulsion and realization that if Borias wanted to, he would could make her do anything. She tightened her body and looked away, but she knew Borias was smiling.

"All right," he released Merrie, "catch you later, boss."

"See you at dinner, Bori," grumbled Bass.

"Don't forget we got a dog show after the meal. I bet Throat is gonna win the blue." Borias grabbed the leads for his three girls and headed out across the grass, whistling cheerfully. Throat trailed behind at first, then peeked over her shoulder. She gave Merrie a look of desperation and helplessness, until Borias tugged on the leash and pulled her along.

Merrie watched until the trainer, the three girls, and Sable disappeared out of sight. Then, she peeked over at her own trainer.

Bass continued to slide his fingers up and down Sama's slit as he looked at Merrie, a strange expression on her face. It was a piercing, almost angry look, and she cringed at the yellowed eyes focused on her.

Frightened, Merrie looked around until her eyes rested on Licker. The teenage girl curled in a fetal position on the ground, her booted hands covering her face. Her leash draped over her naked hip and led over to Bass, who had left it coiled on the ground underneath his hand. Merrie crawled over to Licker.

Up close, she could see that Licker was crying into her hands, the tears rolling down through Sable's juices that covered her face. A pang of sympathy flooded Merrie. She glanced over at Bass, who still watched her, then crawled up and rested her chest against Licker's side.

The teenage girl shuddered and curled up tighter. She turned her head away from Merrie and buried it in the grass below her.

Not really understanding why she did it, Merrie rubbed her cheek against Licker's shoulders. When that didn't help the girl, she licked the curl of ear that peeked from the long black hair draped along her neck. The ear was sweet and tangy and tasted of Sable's pussy. Even as Licker shivered, Merrie rubbed her breasts along Licker's body and sucked on the teenage girl's earlobe. Her lips worked their way down to the slender neck, working into the junction of her shoulder. Merrie felt a shiver course through Licker's body, and a minute relaxing.

Encouraged, Merrie continued and forced her head underneath Licker's chin. Licker resisted, but Merrie shifted to a better angle and jammed her mouth in to lap at Licker's throat. It was soft and sweaty and smelled of pussy. Sable's juices were everywhere, but Merrie worked at it, licking the teenager's face and throat until she could no longer taste the tangy sweet flavor of Sable.

As she finished cleaning Licker's shoulder, she heard Bass come up. A tingle coursed through her body as she lowered her body to raise her hips. She slid her legs apart to present to him, even as she kissed her way down Licker's arm.

At his touch on her back, she shivered with anticipation. "Good girl."

Bass knelt down next to them, and ran his hands along Licker's body. His thick fingers cupped her breasts, the small mounds even smaller as she rested half on her back. He tweaked the large nipples and rolled them between his fingers. "Very good girl, Licker."

Merrie felt the trembling of pleasure. She glanced up at Bass, then resumed her licking. She couldn't taste Sable anymore, but with the trainer stroking Licker's face and breasts, she let her mouth trail down. She followed the trembling flanks down to Licker's hips. Leaving a trail of kisses, Merrie worked her way in between Licker's legs. To Merrie's surprise, Licker relaxed her knees and let them fall apart, exposing her sex to Merrie's mouth.

Licker's labia was swollen, pink, and flushed with excitement, and the smell of it drifted across Merrie's senses. The lips would have been pressed together like a clam, but they were splayed open like a flower, with the inner folds peeking out from the pink depths. Merrie looked up at Licker, who was staring at Bass, and lowered her mouth to the moist slit.

At the first touch, Licker shuddered. Merrie kept her eyes focused on Licker's face and smiled when Licker struggled to keep staring at Bass. Her body trembled underneath Merrie, so Merrie delved her tongue into the warm opening and spread her open, lapping like a dog against the teenager's clitoris.

"Very good girl, Licker."

Under her mouth, Licker shuddered and a flood of juices coated Merrie's tongue. Bass reached up to stroke Licker's face as his other hand pushed down to rub his palm along her erect nipples.

"It won't be so bad, Licker. You'll see," Bass spoke in a comforting tone despite his rough, gravely voice.

Licker's legs parted even more and Merrie decided to reward her by probing her sex with her tongue. It tasted stronger in the hole, and Licker shuddered as she gave Merrie an almost thankful look. Merrie smiled and kept her mouth plastered to Licker's cunt, lapping and sucking the best she could.

"In fact, let me show you what happens when you don't fight. Tits?"

Sama looked up from where she crouched on the ground. At Bass' gesture, she slowly pushed herself to her hands and knees.

"Tits, now." Bass held up Sama's leash. She moved faster, but he tugged on the leash, causing her to stumble as the collar around her neck pulled her forward. She crawled over to the three and came to a halt.

Bass pointed to the ground next to Licker. "Come on. Last night, I was too tired to fuck you properly, but you've been a good girl-" Sama jerked from the pleasure, "-and its time to open you up properly."

Eyes growing wide, Sama shook her head. She opened her mouth but didn't even mouth words.

Bass tugged on her leash. "You only got half of me in. And I'm trying to show Licker that it doesn't hurt if she stops resisting. Don't force me, Tits, you won't like it." His warning growl hung in the air.

Head low, Sama crawled across the grass and sat down. She started to roll on her back, but Bass stopped her.

"No, present yourself. Getting fucked on your back is for special occasions."

Sama caught herself and crawled into position, her ass sticking up in the air. Her labia peeled apart from her movement, and exposed the pink opening of her sex to Bass, and also Merrie.

Merrie grew excited and she took it out on Licker. She sucked and nibbled on the delicate folds of the pussy under her mouth. Licker's hips rose and fell in tiny movements, but Merrie couldn't take her eyes away from Sama's slit. She was going to see Bass fuck her and she felt the excitement burning in her own pussy.

Bass quickly stripped off his own shorts and knelt behind Sama, his dark gray cock stiffly at attention. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip, down his veined shaft, and gathered at his balls. He reached out and held Sama's hips with both hands. "Now, when you are good, we go nice and slow."

He leaned into Sama and the large, flared head of his shaft pressed against Sama's slit. Sama jumped at the touch, but Bass did nothing but hold it there. He gently rocked forward and back, making tiny movements that pushed at her sex but did not penetrate.

Merrie breathed deeply into Licker's pussy and felt the moisture gather. She peeked over at Licker, who watched Sama and Bass with wide eyes. Her mouth was parted as she appeared to struggle between fascination and revulsion.

"Good girl, Tits. Good girl, Licker."

He didn't tell Merrie good girl, but she still felt a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body. It may have been sympathetic, but Merrie didn't care. She bore down and continued to lap Licker's pussy, enjoying the taste and heated silk sensation of the young girl's sex.

Bass continued to rock back and forth, pushing his cock against Sama. Then, between one stroke and other, the head just slipped in. The world slowed down for Merrie as she watched Sama's labia just relax under his gentle assault, and the slicked head of his cock just disappear.

Sama let out a gasp and arched her back. Her mouth opened up, but Bass suddenly reached out and clamped his hand over her mouth.

"This, Tits, is the wrong time to set off the collar. I'll get shocked too, and if I do, all my muscles will contract. You would get my entire cock shoved into your pussy in one stroke."

Sama and Merrie trembled at the thought. Merrie thought Sama was terrified, but the sick part of Merrie wondered what it would feel like. To have thirty centimeters of cock suddenly punched into her body. She almost came at the thought, and her cheeks burned at the shame of fantasizing about something that would no doubt hurt very much.

When Sama relaxed, Bass released his hand and returned to rocking back and forth. "Now, Tits, last night we got to the knot, but we need to open you up. I want to feel you all the way to the base."

His soothing, rough voice was almost hypnotic. Merrie found herself matching his movements with her tongue, lapping in time. Licker's hips rose up to meet her licks, even as the girl kept the look of revulsion on her face.

Bass grunted and the cock slipped in a bit deeper. His hands tightened on Sama's hips and he increased the length of his strokes. Wet slurping noises filled the air as he sank in further with every stroke. His knot, only an centimeter larger than his shaft, bobbed back and forth as he worked his way deeper.

To Merrie, seeing his thick cock sliding in and out, brought a fresh hunger for Bass' shaft. She wanted it, craved it, needed it. She wanted to be on her knees being fucked. It didn't matter if it was the slow, steady, and irresistible force Bass used now, or the brutal violation he had unleased on Licker. All Merrie could think was how much she wanted to feel him inside her.

She lapped deeply and stared as Bass' knot reached Sama's pussy. It was larger now, a few centimeters thicker than his shaft. When it bumped against the labia, Merrie shuddered with a tiny orgasm of delight. She watched with rapt attention, Licker all but forgotten as the knot rocked back and forth before it slipped inside, like a swollen egg disappearing into Sama's pussy.

"Good girl. Good girl, just a little more."

Sama moaned as he thrust in and out. His knot slid in and out of her pussy, stretching it open wider with every thrust. Her legs trembled and she planted her face into the ground, the earth muffling her cries his thrusts grew longer and stronger.

"That's it. Just a bit further. I can feel the back." He gave a sharp thrust and Sama jerked forward. "Right there. And now..."

He tightened his grip and began slow, deliberate strokes that pulled almost completely out before sliding fully back. At the peak of his stroke, Sama jerked forward. Juices dripped from her pussy as his thick member disappeared into her body. Sama's belly swelled with every stroke, and she let out soft gasps of pleasure and pain.

Bass grunted and accelerated. His cock drove deep into Sama, not quite burying completely, yet three-quarters of his length pounded into Sama's pussy with firm, smooth strokes. She jerked with every movement. She threw her head back, mouth open, but no words came out as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Merrie didn't know if they were tears of pleasure or pain or both, but Merrie desperately wished it was her beneath Bass. She remembered Licker's pussy and lapped quickly for a few strokes, but her jaw and tongue was tired. She clamped her mouth on Licker's clitoris and sucked on it, rubbing her lips back and forth as she stared at the immense cock disappearing into Sama.

Bass let out a long, guttural groan. "By the light, damn it. Tits, cum!"

Sama screamed out as an orgasm crashed into her. Her entire body tensed as Bass drove hard into her, forcing his cock deep and holding as his balls jerked. The shaft swelled up as he came, pumping her with hot, searing liquid.

Merrie came herself, not from a magical collar but from the hunger built up inside her. She balanced her face on Licker's pussy and tried to rub her own sex, but the gloves couldn't get her the relief she needed. After a few desperate attempts, she gave up. She slumped to the ground with a shuddering gasp. She could feel Licker's juices coating her face, and licked her lips.

With a low groan, Bass pulled his cock from Sama's pussy. A flood of cum poured out of the gaping hole and dribbled down the inside of Sama's thighs. He stroked his cock a few times, then held it out for Merrie. "Clean."

Merrie smiled dispite the desperate itch between her legs, pushed herself up, and crawled over Licker's leg. With a moan on her lips, Merrie opened her mouth and took his head to suck it clean.

A few hours of walking later, Merrie was exhausted but considerably more comfortable with crawling on her hands and knees. She was thankful for the padded knees on the boots and palms on the gloves. Despite binding her fingers into an uncomfortable position, she barely felt the pressure of her weight as she crawled along the trail heading back to the main house of the mill.

In the fenced-in yard, marked with white pickets, she saw a trainer she didn't recognize. He was very thin, almost skeletal, and tall. From her vantage point she thought he looked taller than Bass. The trainer wore a leather vest which doubled the girth of his thin chest. Below that, he wore a dark, flowing skirt reminiscent of warriors to the north. She could see at least four daggers hanging from the waist of his skirt, the naked blades sparkling in the light.

The trainer had a thick rope in his hand, which he swung over his head in a long, lazy circle. At the end she could see a knot, about the size of her fist, that looked stained and cruel. Bass made a grumbling noise as the rope came down in a high overhead swing and landed with a dull thud.

A scream ripped through the air, and Merrie jumped at the shrillness of the agonizing sound. She lifted her body as far as she could and froze when she saw a naked woman cowering on the ground, a number of large welts on her back. She was a brunette with large, relaxed curls, but the stark terror on her face was like nothing Merrie had seen on any of the other dog girls at the mill.

Yanking back on his rope, the trainer yelled with a surprisingly loud voice. "I said, present yourself bitch!" His voice echoed across the yard and against the walls of the house.

The brunette cried out as she pushed herself to her hands and knees. Her legs spread apart, scraping through the dirt, and she started to lift her ass just as another blow from the knotted rope came swinging down. It struck her right at the base of her spine, right above the stretched asshole with a dog tail stuck in it. The meaty thunk sent a shiver of fear and sympathy through Merrie.

Merrie was shocked by the scene before her. Despite their kidnapping and rape, Bass, Rendi, and Borias were all nice to her. But in this trainer, there was a cruelty that terrified her.

"Present!" bellowed the man. His hair, a brilliant platinum blond, shook as he swung the rope above his head, preparing for another strike.

Merrie started forward, not really sure what to do. It was an instinctive need to defend the poor brunette from being hit again.

Bass pulled on Merrie's leash, stopping her as the collar dug into her throat. Merrie looked at him pleadingly, then winced as another meaty strike fell. She felt a tear rolling down her cheek, and she tried to back away from Bass and toward the tortured girl.

"Cunt, no."

Merrie whimpered and peeked over her shoulder. The rope was already swinging again. She turned back to Bass, and she saw a flicker of compassion.

Bass kept tension on her collar as he strode forward. "Grange."

The trainer glanced over at Bass, but didn't stop his swinging. "What do you want?" He spoke with a harsh northern accent, which fit with his outfit. He was a warrior of some type, and Merrie felt only fear towards him.

"Where are your other girls?"

"Useless Cunt and Fuckhole are in stocks in my room. I had to punish Snuff Bait because she bit me."

Merrie glanced over at Bait, who shook as she kept her ass high in the air. Bruises lined her inner legs and pussy. Merrie could see the poor woman struggling to remain in position, and everything inside Merrie screamed at her to rush over to comfort her.

Bass stepped in front of Grange, looking up at the taller man. "Did she bite you hard?"

"Just a scratch," Grange's face darkened, "but the useless fucking bitch should know better."

"It's only been a day."

"So she's stupid. How can I fucking teach this useless cunt anything, if she can't get something simple like keeping her damned teeth off me? I'm teaching her a fucking lesson. Next time, I'll bust out her teeth and fuck the-"

"Grange."

"-bloody hole until she-"

"Grange!"

Merrie flinched at the sharp growl that emitted from Bass.

Grange closed his mouth with a clamp. Then he growled back. "What the fuck do you want, oh mighty paladin?"

Bass' yellowed eyes narrowed. "I have told you repeatedly, not to call me that. I am not a paladin." There was the briefest of pauses where another word should be, but then Bass continued, "You've punished Snuff Bait enough."

"I didn't break her fucking skin and you know it. Useless fucking twit, not even worth the price. And you-" Grange stepped forward until their chests were almost touching. He loomed over Bass, who didn't seem perturbed enough to wipe the scowl from his face.

Bass' voice growled deeply, the air shaking as he glared at Grange. "I said, you are done punishing her."

"Fuck off, Bass. You said I could train these fucking holes any way I want." Grange's head snapped around. "Snuff Bait! Get your useless cunt over here!" As he yelled, he looped the rope around his hand.

Bait was as close to the ground as she could get as she crawled over to Grange. At his feet, she tightened up and bowed her head. Her lips pressed against his boots and she held herself there. A moment later, she looked up at Grange with her fear-filled gaze.

Grange ignored her look and reached down. He wrapped his fingers around her collar, his knuckles squeezing the space between the metal and Bait's throat. His long arms let him almost stand without pulling her off the ground, but he yanked up until she was balancing on her knees. Without even a glance back at Bass, he dragged his charge into the house. "Come on. Fuck."

Merrie stared at the door, feeling torn, terrified and sympathetic for the poor Snuff Bait.

Bass grunted, but said nothing. When he picked up his leads, Merrie noticed he didn't hold them as tight as before. "Come on girls, let's get you fed and do a bit more training before the dog show."

Instead of leading them directly into the house, he took them to the fenced in area with the dog houses. Merrie had seen them the night before, and crawled faster to get a closer look. There were eighteen little houses, each one barely large enough for a dog girl to crawl into. Most of the houses were empty, hollow places that looked uninviting. Four of them, the ones that she saw a bitch inside earlier, had pillows on the ground and a short curtain draped over the door.

Merrie wondered what it would be liked to sleep outside. She knew that it was only a matter of time before it happened, and she felt a thrill of anticipation.

At the far end of the dog houses was a large, cleared out area filled with mulched wood. The smell of cedar and pine filled the air, masking out the hint of urine that teased her senses.

Bass stopped at the edge. "Go ahead and pee."

None of the three ventured forward. His words reminded Merrie she had to pee, but she didn't want to be the first. She squirmed underneath his attention, nature pressing at her bladder.

Bass gestured with his hand. "Come on Cunt, I'll help." As he wrapped Sama's and Licker's leads to a large hook, he wrapped Merrie's leash around his hand. With an encouraging tug, he stepped out onto the wood chips.

Merrie felt the pressure around her neck, and took a step forward. It reminded her of Grange's brutal tugging. She felt the soft, spongy ground underneath her boots, and a fresh smell of cedar rose to her nostrils. Shaking, she crawled out, careful to avoid the glistening areas. He led her to the middle and she came to a stop when the pressure on the lease ceased.

Bass squatted down next to her. "Now, Cunt, let me get this." His fingers reached behind and she felt him caress her labia. The fear she felt from Grange faded in an instant as he teased her pussy, trailing his fingertips up and down until she felt moisture beginning to gather on his tips. His thick fingers pushed into her pussy. He slid them back and forth, and she rocked her hips to match him.

"Good girl."

Merrie let out a gasp of pleasure as the collar activated. She spread her legs a bit more, holding back as he continued to stroke her pussy with deeper strokes, plumbing her sex before he withdrew his dripping fingers.

"Here you go." His hand reached up and pulled the dog tail out of the way. She could feel it angling inside her body, forcing her to lift her ass higher. The warm summer air teased her nether region, a light touch compared to Bass' tender fingers. "Go on, Cunt, be a good girl."

It was easier the second time. She took a deep breath and relaxed. A moment later, she felt the urine coming and the hiss of it hitting the ground.

"Good girl."

She never had an orgasm just going the bathroom, but between the collar and Bass' words, she almost collapsed to the ground when it hit her. A strong hand held her up on her hands and knees, pressing into her belly and holding her in place until she could recover her balance.

"Very good girl."

As Merrie moaned from the compliment, Bass ran a hand along her pussy and flicked the last few drops of pee free. He gave her head a pat before he stood up. In his hand, he held the lead lightly between his fingers and walked back to the others.

She followed him, and sat down just as he had taught her, as he tied her leash to the hook. Bass gave her a quick smile, removed Licker's leash, and led the teenage girl into the bathroom area. Merrie watched as he squatted next to Licker, whispering sweet words into her ear. Licker's body jerked and shuddered as he called her a good girl, but she still fought his command for minutes. It was almost palatable when her will broke and she peed for him.

Merrie crawled over to Sama. Sitting down next to the slender woman, Merrie rested her head on Sama's shoulder.

Sama jumped at the touch, then looked at her. A frown furrowed her brow as she mouthed the words "what do I do?" to Merrie.

Merrie remembered when Sable glared at her for trying to speak. Instead, if answering with silent words, she reached up and kissed Sama on the lips.

Sama's eyes grew wide, then she closed them. She tilted her head to give Merrie better access and opened her mouth slightly.

Breathing heavily, Merrie slipped her tongue inside and kissed Sama passionately, trying to give what comfort she could. Sama let out a shuddering breath in their embrace, and turned to press her body against Merrie's. Merrie continued to kiss her, feeling a tingling excitement surging through her body.

Bass cleared his throat.

Blushing like a caught teenager, Merrie pulled away. She peeked up at Bass and felt her cheeks burning.

He only smiled and swapped Licker's leash with Sama's. "Feel free to do the same with Licker. Come on Sama, time to go the bathroom."

As he tugged on the leash, Sama gave Merrie one last, longing look.

Merrie gave Sama an encouraging smile and a nod with her head.

Giving a hesitant smile back, Sama turned and followed Bass.

Merrie turned to Licker, wondering if the teenage girl would accept her, but Licker turned her back to Merrie and curled up on the ground. She used her bound hands to pull her hair over her face, obviously trying to make the world go away.

"Good girl," said Bass and Merrie glanced over to see Sama shuddering with an orgasm. Bass' thick fingers plunged into Sama's pussy, sliding in and out until his fingers glistened with her juices. He jammed two fingers into her pussy before he twisted around. As he pulled out, he chuckled. "Very good girl, Tits."

Standing up, he lead Sama out from the area, then gathered up all three leashes. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. How about you three?"

When Sama barked, Merrie looked at her with surprise. A smile stretched across Merrie's face and she barked herself. Turning to Bass, she sat on her rear and barked louder. She peered over at Licker, who just stared down at the ground.

"Come on." He walked toward the main house, holding the three leads. Merrie hurried after him, almost bounding, and crawled up the stairs. She could barely feel the rough wood that tortured her the night before. She enjoyed a smile as she reached the top of the stairs and crawled over the threshold.

Inside the house, he took a right and lead them through a double-set of doors and into a huge room. It was brightly lit with dozens of glowing globes hanging from the rafters. In the far end of the room was a large table, about four meters long and covered with food. Chairs lined both sides of the table, but otherwise the room was empty of furniture.

Merrie looked around the room curiously. Between the towering windows every few paces, were hundreds of hooks on the wall. Some of the hooks had collars and leashes hanging from them. Others had pictures above and below them.

Two hooks caught Merrie's attention. Both hooks were dominated by a large "Grand Champion" ribbon, and dozens of other ribbons of blue, red, and green. Above each picture was a drawing. The closest was a young-looking Sable, a sloppy smile on her face. The dark brown hair hadn't been changed since the picture was made, but she wore a metal collar like Merrie's. It had two golden charms and a pair of copper ones. Merrie lowered her ass as she stared up at it, surprised at the timelessness of the picture. She couldn't imagine how long Sable was at the mill.

The picture next to it had as many ribbons, but the picture was of an intensely staring girl with burning eyes such a light blue they appeared to be on fire. The girl had angled cheekbones and tapered ears, a silfae. While Bass was a prime example of a thriban male, silfae were the complete opposite, mostly androgynous and slender. Humans general fell between the two, more delicate than thriban yet more primal than silfae.

Merrie's eyes trailed down to the name under the picture: Dixie. On the corner of the picture was a seal that said "Alpha". She felt a longing to meet Dixie, if only to see what was this "alpha" business that Borias and Bass talked about. She wondered if it just meant grand champion, but looking around, she saw another pair of grand champion ribbons without the alpha designation. Peeking back to Sable's picture, she saw a second alpha seal.

"Sable was our second grand champion and first alpha." Bass' voice sent a shiver of anticipation through Merrie. He reached out and ran his thick finger along Sable's picture. "This was twelve years ago. We make a picture when you win your first grand prize at the county fair." He looked down and smiled, "That's at the end of summer, so about three months from now. I have no doubt you'll be up here soon."

Merrie smiled at the compliment, but it froze on her face as reality hit her. She was kidnapped only a day before and she was just contemplating seeing her name on the wall next to Sable. She ducked her head, ashamed at herself and promising that she would fight against her abductors. But even as she thought it, she knew that she wouldn't. She never felt the same level of excitement as she did with Bass, her willingness to submit and be humiliated burned like a drug in her veins.

She thought back to her old boyfriends, wondering if that was somehow a flaw of her from the beginning. Her longest relationship, which lasted three years, ended when a robbery turned fatal. He had been a domineering man who commanded every part of her life. He was strict in her personal life, telling her where she could go and measuring out even money for groceries. In bed he had been brutal and callous, slapping her during sex, and even called her a whore in front of his friends. She suffered had with him and thought about leaving, but she didn't have the courage to leave. It was only when he was dead that she was free. The other men in her life were much the same, none of them as fierce or powerful, until she was kidnapped by Bass.

Lifting her head, she looked up at her new master's face, and saw compassion in his yellowed eyes. It was like a boyfriend, but she knew she would not be able to leave him until he tossed her away. Her eyes drifted back to the pictures. She wouldn't be abandoned+, she would be sold like a bitch on some stage. The thought of it, to her humiliation, sent a fresh tingle of excitement in her pussy.

"Are you okay, Cunt?" The leash in his hand trembled slightly as he got a tighter grip on it.

Feeling her humanity crumbling, Merrie pushed herself back on her knees and brought her hands into a begging position. She let a smile stretch across her face and slipped her tongue out to pant for him. She was his bitch, and the surrender burning brightly in her body.

Relief flooded across his face. He reached out and trailed his fingers down her cheek, like he just did with Sable's picture. His thick fingers traced the line of her throat, around the collar, and down to her left nipple, which he tweaked. The flash of pain and pleasure sent a shudder through her body. He returned his hand to her collar and unhooked the lead. "Stay in the room, your collars will shock you if you go through the door."

He reached out and removed the leashes from Licker and Sama. Hanging them on a large hook near the door, he strode toward the table without a look back.

Licker glanced at him, then at the door. She made a hesitant step toward the opening, then a second one. As she drew closer, her collar began to buzz loudly and Licker stepped back quickly. She looked guiltily at Bass' back, but the thriban didn't turn around.

Merrie caught Sama's eyes and she gestured with her chin toward the table. Sama let out a sigh of despair but she crawled after Bass. Merrie peered over to Licker, who had a frown on her face as she stared at the door.

Licker peeked through the curtain of her dark hair from the side that wasn't bound anymore. She looked desperately for a exit, but despaired, turned her slender body away from the door, and crawled with Merrie across the room.

At the table, Bass fished out three curved stoneware bowls, and brought them over to a steaming pot. Using a ladle, he scooped out food and smacked it into the bottom of the bowl.

Curious, Merrie lifted herself up on her knees and into a begging position to get a better view. She could see the table was covered in roasted meats, steamed vegetables, and even deserts. But, there was also bones, biscuits, and plainer food obviously intended for the curved bowls that Bass was setting on the floor.

Merrie looked down at the bowl in front of her. It was filled with thick oatmeal, chunks of vegetables, and strips of meat. It looked unappetizing, but she hadn't eaten since the day before and her stomach rumbled at the smell. She licked her lips as she stared at it.

Bass set down a bowl of water next to her food. "This is how we feed you," he said as he placed the water bowls by Sama and Licker, "you don't eat at the table, you eat on the floor."

She looked down at the food, then over to Sama and Licker who watched her. With a start, she realized they were waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, Merrie lowered herself to her elbows and stuck her face in the bowl for her first bite. It was bland tasting and the steam stung her face, but it was food. Ravenously, she let her dignity go and ate as quickly as she could. A moment later, she heard Sama and Licker doing the same.

A hand stroked along her back, but when she started to look up, Bass guided her back down to her lunch. "Good girl, you are a very good girl."

The waves of pleasure coursed through her, and she felt the sharp edge of it as Bass held her head down. As she felt his fingers working their way around the tail in her ass, she spread her legs. His thick fingers rubbed against her slicked labia before he pushed one fat finger inside her sex.

Moaning into her food, Merrie found it hard to eat and enjoy the pleasure as he chanting "good girl" over and over. Her collar hummed with magic, and her legs grew weak from the pleasure that dominated her thoughts. She was a good girl and she desperately wanted to feel him inside her, fucking her, pounding her, dominating her.

She came on his fingers, her pussy clenching tightly on his digits. The sparks of ecstasy swam across her vision as she buried her face into her bowl, ignoring the flecks of food that clung to her face. Her moan echoed against the stone dish, but she didn't care.

Too soon, it ended, and the pleasure left her hungry for more. She lifted her face from her bowl and finished licking it clean. She felt Bass' fingers slip out of her wet pussy, and heard him move to Licker to whisper encouragement. Knowing that it was her turn to be ignored, Merrie delved her face into her water bowl and shook it around to clean off, then lapped at the water.

"Good girl, Cunt."

The pleasure from the collar flashed through her and she smiled at the command. She was a good girl. She finished drinking, her body strumming with anticipation of another compliment, and sat up on her knees.

While she was eating, another trainer had come in. He was a slightly overweight man with frizzy hair and wide, expressionless eyes. He wore a startlingly white shirt, and black trousers. On the floor next to him were his three bitches. Merrie realized that one of them was the male, naked as the others and decked out the same. He even had a butt plug in his ass, the tail matched with the sandy red of his short-cropped hair. Another bitch had short hair also, and neither were long enough to be pulled into dog ears like the rest of the girls. Other than that, they looked just as miserable and subjugated as the others.

"Very good girl, Licker," muttered Bass as he pulled out one dripping finger from her pussy.

Licker, cheeks burning bright, slowly ate from her bowl with a look of humiliation and shame on her face.

Bass shifted over to Sama before he glanced up at the new trainer. "Good morning, Piffin."

"It is afternoon, Bass," said Piffin in clearly enunciated words.

Bass smiled, his teeth peeking between his lips. "So it is. How is your training going?"

Piffin snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. All three of his bitches fell in a rough line as he walked toward the table. Half way, he stopped and turned. "Twenty-Seven, move up." The middle girl, with the short hair, shifted forward until he said "acceptable."

The new trainer started to serve up three bowls of food before he answered Bass. "Predictable, given the time I've had to train them. None of them are capable of following orders with any degree of precision. Apparently, the poor education in this country has failed to teach them the difference of ten centimeters and twelve."

Bass curled his fingers into Sama's pussy and held her head down near her bowl.

Piffin set down his bowls--Merrie noticed that he took care to space them equally apart--before he pointed to them. "Eat, you have three minutes."

All three of Piffin's bitches crawled forward. They crouched down to eat, but Piffin stopped them. "Twenty-Eight, further apart. More. Damn it, you know this."

The third girl spread her legs and tightened them, moving until she seemed to get to the right place. Piffin grunted, and she lowered her head to eat.

"Bass, you weren't at breakfast."

"I got distracted breaking in one of the girls."

"I heard the screams."

"She isn't screaming now," came the defensive reply from Merrie's trainer.

"Thanks to Rendi. Well, it is in the guidelines of training. Just seemed to be a bit early for you to tear open a girl."

Bass shrugged, his hand sliding his fingers in and out of Sama's pussy as she struggled to eat. He reached out and began to stroke Licker again; the dark-haired teenager lowered herself into a present position and gave Bass access to her pussy, which he took. Merrie felt a tiny surge of jealousy that they were being fingered.

"She used the toilet without permission, walked on her feet, and tried to leave the room."

"Ah," said Piffin, "that would be appropriate punishment then. My apologizes."

"How about you?"

Piffin's lips tightened into a thin line. "I fucked them before they slept."

Bass chuckled. "With your dick?"

Piffin turned away from Bass. "One of them, the requisite three strokes. Male Seven and Female Twenty-Eight cleaned her out."

Bass grinned at Merrie who looked back and forth between the two trainers. "Piffin doesn't really find-"

"I can explain my own quirks, Bass."

Bass gestured with his chin for Piffin to continue. He pumped his fingers deep into Sama and Licker. Wet noises rose from their pussies.

Piffin glanced once down at his bitches, then headed toward Merrie. Merrie held her breath as he came to a halt near her. "I find imprecision to be a turn-off. Very few bitches are actually capable of understanding that, so I find Bass' rule of not letting any bitch sleep without cum inside them to be tiresome."

"They are," chuckled Bass, "being turned into sex slaves."

Piffin shot a glare toward Bass, "And this country's owners of slaves have no respect for the beauty of perfection." He rested his hands on his belly as he turned back to Merrie. "Let me demonstrate. Beg."

Merrie lifted her hands up to her throat and spread her legs, just as Bass taught her. But, as she came to a halt, she saw disappointment in Piffin's face. Without him saying anything, she stared at his face as she adjusted her position. Her hands came up, then down until his eyes widened with surprise. She spread them apart, then shifted her knees until they felt right. As she tweaked her position, she felt her muscles burning with the effort to keep everything in the right place.

Piffin's lips parted with a shocked look on his face.

Merrie adjusted a few more times, then settled into place. It was the same position, but it felt right to her. And, with a quick glance down at Piffin's crotch, she saw a hardness tenting out his pants. With a gulp, she looked up at him and licked her lips.

"That is... tilt your ass down more."

Bass chuckled, "No girl will ever meet your standards."

Merrie rotated her hips until she felt the end of her tail tickling the ground. She saw in Piffin's eyes how close she was to something before he looked quickly away.

"Yes," Piffin swallowed with a flash of discomfort on his face, "no bitch ever could..."

As he returned to his own bitches, Merrie could sense that she was almost there. A little bit more and she might have gotten the position right for him. She smiled and felt a flush of excitement; she needed to turn Piffin on as much as she needed Borias' and Bass' approval.

Sama crawled up to Merrie, and Merrie turned her attention on the girl. There was a strange expression on Sama's face as she stopped only centimeters from Merrie. Then, to Merrie's surprise, Sama reached out with her mouth and began to lick Merrie's face. Merrie opened her mouth to kiss Sama, but Sama continued to lap at her. When the brunette pulled back, there were a few flecks of oatmeal on her tongue.

Smiling, Merrie reached out and kissed Sama, who returned the kiss. They pressed their bodies together, shoulder to shoulder as Merrie's tongue slipped into Sama's mouth.

"Bass, that behavior is a week ahead of schedule." Merrie knew they were looking at her and Sama.

"I know," said Bass in a distracted voice.

"Do you think you pulled another-"

"No," interrupted Bass sharply. He stood up and straightened his shorts. "Cunt, Tits, and Licker. We're going up to the room."

Merrie broke the embrace and looked up at Bass. She knew he was frowning, but seeing his face like a dark and stormy cloud made her worry. She pulled away from Sama and crawled across the room to her leash. Behind her, Licker and Sama followed.

Bass held open the door and gestured them through.

Merrie hesitated as she remembered the threat about the door. She took a careful step past the threshold but her collar didn't shock her. A quick look up and Bass explained it.

"I'm holding the door open. Go on, up to the room."

Relieved she wasn't going to be shocked, Merrie crawled up the stairs toward the third floor and Bass' room. She sat down by the door, knowing it was what Bass wanted, and waited for him to open the door.

It was like coming into a familiar room, but it felt like eternity since she woke up in the morning. The idea of an afternoon of sex appealed to her, even though she was tired.

Bass shut the door after Sama entered the room. "You know what? I'm actually a bit fucked out. Normally I only get one or two at the most, but three is more than I've ever done. So," he gestured to the room, "I'll make you three girls a promise. We have a dog show tonight, where you are going to show how well you can obey commands. Winner gets... well, you'll get one of Rendi's collar charms and I get a few extra shares for the year. If you train for the rest of the afternoon, I'll let you have a good nap and won't fuck any of you until after the show. What do you say?"

Disappointed that she wouldn't be fucked--she still wanted to know what it would feel like to have Bass' cock buried in her ass--Merrie nodded, then barked once.

Bass smiled. "I knew you would Cunt. Licker? Tits? Want to avoid being ripped open for a few more hours?"

Licker barked the loudest, almost frantically. Her body shook with the effort as she barked again. Sama joined in.

Bass' smile stretched across his face. "Good. Now, there are four commands you have to know tonight, but we have thirty-one total. The first is present-"

Merrie spun around and threw herself into a present position. It was almost reflexive, but it was what Sable would have done. She held herself still, anticipation rising inside her pussy, as she waited for the words she knew would come.

"Very good girl Cunt."

Merrie came.

Merrie sprawled out across the pillow on the floor, trying not to think about her aching thighs, shins, and shoulders. True to his word, Bass didn't fuck any of them, but he did push them to learn the three basic commands. Merrie didn't think she bounced between kneeling in beg, bending over to present, and rolling on her back as fast as he pushed all three of them. Just when she thought she found a pattern, he mixed it up so she had to pay attention to every word to avoid making a mistake.

Bass didn't use the collar to correct their mistakes, but he did use the pleasure when they got a series of commands right. And, Merrie realized that "very good girl" came when she timed her response just right. There was a rhythm to it and the skill it took to get Bass' highest compliment gave her a rush when she accomplished it.

But, by mid-afternoon, she was exhausted. Sama and Licker also gasped for breath, sweat dripping off their naked bodies. Bass ordered Merrie and Sama to sleep on the pillows, but he brought a frightened Licker to bed with him. Merrie peeked up at the bed; Bass rested on his side with one arm and leg draped over Licker.

The dark-haired teenager was sleeping. She looked tiny underneath Bass' gray arms. She curled up tightly, but one booted hand rested against his forearm, as if she wanted to push him away.

Merrie knew Bass wasn't sleeping. She could see his thumb rubbing a slow circle around Licker's nipple. His eyes were closed and his breath regular but she somehow knew he was listening. She thought back to the morning, when he knew that Licker tried to escape and Merrie used the bathroom. An interesting trick, pretending to be sleep, and one that Merrie wouldn't fall for again. Not that she planned on escaping when she was so far lost in her own deprivation and submission.

She closed her eyes, trying to will herself to sleep, but she felt anxious. She didn't know what the dog show would be like, but with Bass' insistence on obeying commands quickly, she knew that they would be throwing orders at her. She looked forward to it and felt a tingle gather in her pussy at the idea of making Bass proud.

Giving up on sleep, Merrie stretched out on the pillows. Pushing herself up, she made a point of not looking at the bed and crawled out of the gathered pillows. A bowl of water was near the door and she headed over to it. It felt like a second nature as she lowered her head and lapped from the cool water. Knowing that Bass watched her, she slid her hip over so her legs spread out, exposing her pussy and ass to him as she took a few more gulps.

She used laces of her gloves to wipe the water that dripped from her face, then looked around. The room was quiet with everyone sleeping, or pretending to sleep, and she took the opportunity to look at the more esoteric items. In one shadowed corner, she saw a large suit of polished armor. It looked more massive than anything she ever saw before, not even the knights in heavy armor that paraded through Franome City. She couldn't imagine anyone putting it on, but it was large enough to dwarf even Bass. Hanging on each side of the armor were two swords. The left was the smaller blade she saw Bass wearing when he abducted her. The other was a two-handed blade easily three meters long. Both the swords and armor had a large scorch mark on them. The armor's chest was tarnished and pitted while the two blades had scorched marks right on the pommel. It looked there was something there, but Merrie couldn't imagine what would go there except for the shield of Bass' master or his religion.

Grange called Bass a paladin, a holy knight for a god. She peered up at the blades and could imagine some holy symbol on the pommel, but paladins were warriors of good. They weren't people who kidnap strangers, force them to become sex slaves, and eventually sell them off like common cattle.

An uncomfortable feeling coursed through her and Merrie crawled away from the armor. She walked past dressers with clothes and a series of hooks with leashes, straps, and gags on them. She stopped to look at a large ring gag, remembering how Bass fucked her face and the excitement of her humiliation. A blush burning on her cheeks, she crawled to the other side of the room. As she moved, she peeked through her hair and spotted Bass' eyes closing quickly.

With a smile, she lifted herself into a begging position and looked at the device that bound Licker in place. It was a simple device with only one purpose, to force someone into a helpless present position to be raped. There were other like the first, but she could see devices to keep a woman in the various positions: a cage and rope for the begging, a cross for being on her back, and even a barrel with straps on the side of it. As she inspected the torture devices, she felt the heat in her pussy growing. She wanted to be in them, she needed to be helplessly fucked, and it only fueled that heat in her body.

Finally, she reached the far side of the room. She gave the bathroom a curious look, but didn't enter. Turning around, she regarded the bed. Bass was still pretending to sleep but she couldn't tell how she knew that. It was just a feeling, instinct. But, she could see his cock standing at full mast in his shorts. It hung over Licker like a ledge and the tip of his shaft soaked the fabric.

A playful mood filled Merrie. She crawled over to the bed and pulled herself into a begging position. Her hands hovered right at her neck for a moment, then she placed them on the edge. Up close, she could smell Bass' excitement even through his shorts. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her legs and pushed herself on the bed. It hurt at first, her stretched out foot resisted the pressure, but she managed to get on the bed with only her shattered dignity ruined.

She swayed to get her balance, then crawled up between Licker and Bass. Her naked back slid along Licker's as she positioned her head at his cock. The large girth that strained his shorts brought a smile to her lips and she reached out to give the soaked fabric a little lick. Peeking up, she made sure that his eyes were closed, then licked at the fabric again. She could taste his musky, salty flavor. She brought the large, rounded tip to her mouth and sucked on it. When she pulled back, she felt a strand of sticky pre-cum connecting her lips to the fabric.

"What," Bass' whisper startled Merrie, but she kept her mouth centimeters from his cock, "are you doing? We don't start this type of training until week three."

She peered up at him with a question.

Bass reached down and stroked his hand on her cheek. Merrie let out a sigh and tilted her head to give him ass. His warm palm felt good against her skin. When he curled his thumb to her chin, she opened her mouth and let her caress her lips. There was a softness in his eyes, a smile, as he pushed his thumb into her mouth.

Merrie obediently sucked on it. When he pulled his thumb out, she used her chin to brush against his trapped manhood. It was sticky against her skin, but she rubbed it with her face before looking up at him.

"You aren't suppose to be liking this, yet."

She froze, unsure if she was doing something wrong. When Bass went back to stroking her face, she relaxed and kissed his cock again.

"Here," he reached down with both hands to unbutton his shorts. Sliding his fingers around his shaft and pulled it free. The thick member smacked her on the face, leaving a wet smear across her forehead.

Peering up, she felt dwarfed by the swollen cock, but she craved to feel it inside her. She opened her mouth and chased after it. When she felt the spongy head against her lips, she sucked it into her mouth and tongued the tiny opening. The thick fluid coated her mouth and she swallowed the flood of juices that filled her mouth.

She forced her jaw further apart, struggling to keep her teeth off his cock as she pulled him deeper into her mouth. Her jaw ached with the effort to keep her jaws apart but she still forced her head down. The thick cock gagged her as she struggled to keep it in her mouth.

When Bass grabbed the back of her head, she almost came. She relaxed her efforts to push down and focused on just keeping her mouth open. It was almost a relief to only focus on one thing, but the relief turned to ecstasy as he pulled her down. His thick fingers held her tightly to slid her up and down his cock.

Merrie rested her bound hands on his hips, not to push him back but for balance. She leaned into his hands, spreading her legs apart to grind her pussy against his thigh as he pushed and pulled her down. His cock bumped against the back of her throat, but he wasn't pushing his shaft into her throat, just fucking her face with short strokes.

She ground harder against his leg, matching the rock of her hips in time with his thrust her down on his cock. But, as much as she wanted to orgasm, he came first and flooded her mouth with a torrent of cum. She coughed on the sudden flood and it poured out of her mouth, down her face, and soaked her hair before turning into a puddle beneath her.

Bass released her head as the last hard surges of cum came out. His shaft popped from her mouth and his final spurt branded her face with a searing hot jet of cum.

Merrie coughed violently to clear her throat, then used her gloved hand to wipe her face clean. She looked up at Bass, waiting for his next desire.

Bass yawned and rolled on his back. He peered out the window, then sighed. "We better start getting ready for the show. You need a bath." He focused on her, "I guess Bori was right about the ring gag though." He sighed with a smile. "I'll never live it down."

Merrie barked once. She wouldn't bite Bass, on purpose at least.

Next to her, Licker jerked awake. She turned around, her eyes wide. She took in Merrie and Bass, then a blush crossed her cheeks. She crawled to the edge of the bed, then slid off with a thump.

Bass chuckled. "Tomorrow, show both of them the right way to wake me up. Just like you are doing now."

Merrie beamed, feeling a rush even though he didn't use the collar.

He sat up and ran his hand along Merrie's cheek. "Come on, bath time." He led her into the bathroom. He stripped off his shorts and folded them neatly on the counter next to the ring gag. He bent over the edge of the tub and started the water; a magical rune glowed as it heated the water. He poured a measure of bathing oil into the water. Turning back, he looked down at Merrie who held herself in a begging position.

"Good girl," he said and she moaned at the pleasure.

Reaching down, he surprised her by unlacing her right glove. He removed it, then the other glove. When he got to her boots, he had her roll on her back so he could pull off the tightly confining boots from her feet. She felt exposed on her back, legs spread, and it excited her. Bass rewarded her with a thick fingers buried in her pussy as he pulled the butt plug from her ass.

"Now, Cunt, hold still." He slipped his arms underneath her and picked her off the ground. Merrie let out a gasp and clutched at him as he stepped into the tub and sank down. The heated water felt good against her skin, but almost painful on the flesh that was previously covered by the leather gloves.

"Part of this dog show is to make you bitches look pretty. And Rendi doesn't have time to do this for everyone, so the trainers have to do the dolling. Rendi and Tabitha are both picky about smells, so I need to get you very clean."

Merrie sank into the water. She could feel his hard cock poking her in the back as she settled between his muscular thighs. She settled back, though it felt wrong to her sitting on her rear in the water. After a few moments, she struggled to find a new position. He held her down, his hands cupping her breasts, but she brought her knees underneath her and knelt as if she was begging, then sat down on her ankles. It felt better and she was rewarded with Bass' cock growing hotter as it rested in the crack of her ass.

Bass grabbed a rag and soaked it with a flowery soap. He started with her back, soaking it down and rubbing her skin clean. Merrie let out soft moans as he caressed every part of her body, scrubbing it clean. His fingers lingered between her legs, taking care to pump his soapy fingers in and out of her ass and pussy until his skin squeaked against her own. Large hands reached around to cup her breasts, exploring the soft mounds and hard nipples and leaving them covered with bubbles.

When he reached her throat, Merrie tilted back her head and felt the delicious thrill of him powerful fingers cleaning around her collar, delving between the flesh of her throat and the metal. He finished and lifted his dripping fingers to her hair to pull the dog ears apart.

Merrie felt helpless, but it was different than being bound in her gloves. Her fingers were freed, but she didn't want to reach out for anything. After a few seconds, she curled her fingers back up and rested them on Bass' knees. She arched her back as he worked shampoo into her hair and rinsed it out. She didn't want to move and there was a tender pleasure burning through her body as Bass finished cleaning her from head to toe.

He finished by pulling out a straight edge razor. Merrie held her breath as she watched it sparkle in the light, but she felt no danger. Bass wrapped one arm around her chest, her nipples hard against his arm, and lowered the blade between her legs. "Spread your legs, Cunt."

Merrie let out a shuddering breath and spread her legs. He ran the razor against her pubic area, trimming her hairs down to a thin, neat line that rose up from the top of her seam. She shivered at the touch, the thin thrill of excitement adding to the boiling heat deep in her pussy.

When he finished, he set the razor down on the side of the tub and wiped away the last of the hairs with the rag.

"Okay," he said into her ear as his fingers jammed into her pussy. "Time to get out." He lifted her out of the water, his fingers still buried in her and his other arm holding her tight to his chest. Her legs dangled helplessly and she reached out for the ground. As soon as she felt the cool floor on her soles, she dropped into the now comfortable kneeling position.

Bass continued to step out of the tub, water pouring off his naked body. He grabbed a towel and dried her off, not letting Merrie do anything besides lean into his hands as he dried her from head to pussy. His fingers gave her labia a final stroke before he smacked her ass playfully. "Go on out there. We'll all get dressed at the same time."

Merrie crawled out of the bathroom, free of bondage but unwilling to stand up. Her breasts swung back and forth as she headed straight for the center of the room. Her loose hair draped down and clung to her skin. She started to push it back, then lowered her head. Bitches didn't push back her hair. She planted her hands back on the ground and looked up at Bass through her hair.

She heard a whisper of movement and turned and watched as Sama peeked her head into the room. There was a curious look on the woman’s face, but also a light flush on her cheeks.

"Silly Tits, your turn."

Sama gave Merrie a hesitant look. Merrie smiled back and arched her back, pushing her breasts out for a moment. She lowered her body, wiggled her ass, and gave Sama an encouraging smile. Sama seemed encouraged and she crawled into the bathroom. A moment later, Merrie heard Bass stripping her down.

It took almost a half hour before Bass finished cleaning the other two girls. When he finished, he set Licker on the bed and brought out a large array of brushes and combs. Wrapping his legs around her hips, he began to brush her hair.

Merrie noticed that Bass shaved Licker's privates, leaving her pussy without even a stubble. It made Licker look much younger, young enough to be protected by the Goddess Consent's murderous revenge. The child goddess didn't show up to kill Bass, but the thrill of the young-looking girl strummed across Merrie's senses. She wanted to be Licker at that moment, helpless and young and so tiny in Bass' arms.

Bass took his time to brush out Licker's hair, then pull it into two neat dog ears. He finished with a red ribbon to tie them down. He smiled and gestured for her to crawl off the bed. Licker fled and Sama took her place, settling gingerly down as Bass brushed her out. Merrie felt the anticipation growing as she knelt by the side of the bed, waiting her turn. As soon as Sama was guided off, she leaped on and settled into place. His cock rubbed against her back as he held her tight to his chest. His hands were sure and commanding as he brushed her hair, working out the knots and tangles until it shone. He put deep blue ribbons in her hair.

When he finished, he put fresh gloves and boots back on; the leather on Merrie's gloves matched the color of her hair, an indigo blue. He was kind and gentle with every step, moving with practiced grace. Even as he pushed a fresh plug into Merrie's ass, he rested a comforting hand on Merrie's shoulder.

Merrie wiggled her ass unless she grew accustomed the plug, then waited for the next step. She was looking forward to the dog show and she felt beautiful enough to win it.

Bass surprised her when he set down a tray of perfumes. "Okay, Cunt, what perfumes do you like?"

Curious, Merrie looked over at the tray. Then, as she read the expensive labels, her mouth dropped open with surprise. There was almost a thousand marks worth of perfume and scents on the tray. Labels she wished she could afford when she was living alone. She looked up at Bass with confusion and surprise.

Bass grinned. "Okay, I like it when you smell nice too. I think you are a... a... Desperation girl?"

Merrie gave it a smell but didn't like the spicy sweetness. She shook her head and pulled a face. She lowered herself as she realized she acted human again, but he just chuckled.

"No, that's Licker's scent." He set it aside and ran his fingers on the delicate bottles. He stopped on a bottle shaped like a dryad. "Here. Crystalline Rose. You know, this stuff is almost a thousand a bottle these days, if you can convince Lady Anasome to sell it."

Merrie stared at the bottle with surprise.

"About twenty years ago... god, it's been twenty-five now hasn't it? She and her mother were in a lot of trouble. Some slavers from Dorza kidnapped them with plans of holding them hostage. Rendi, Borias' father, and I were in the area for..." He clamped his mouth shut for a moment. With a sigh, he picked up the bottle and ran it in her hands. His thick fingers traced the crystal breasts before he spoke in a softer voice. "She won't talk to me now, not after what I've become. But, she still sends me a bottle of her newest perfume every year."

He gave a short, bitter laugh. "They were so quick to run when... it happened. Lady Anasome was among them, but she is the only one who at least honors her old debts."

Merrie reached out and stroked Bass' sad face. He blinked, then shook his head.

"No, no, Cunt, you are suppose to be the sad one. But, you aren't, are you?" He smiled, then lifted up the bottle. "So, are you a Crystalline Rose?"

She leaned back on her knees and barked once. When he aimed the spritzer at her, she lifted her chin and smiled at the cool spray that teased her throat. The fruity, ethereal smells rose up and she felt a heat flush across her skin. He sprayed her again, once between the breasts and once on her belly button.

"Good girl, Cunt. Now, go sit by the door, we're almost ready for the show."

With the thrill of the collar filling her, Merrie crawled over to the door. She felt beautiful and safe. For her position, she could have gotten a far worse trainer than Bass. She knelt by the door and sat on her ankles. After a moment, she stretched her back and pushed out her breasts.

Bass' eyes widened when he saw her, then he smiled broadly. Still smiling, he returned to whispering to Licker as he handled the perfume bottle. Licker's red gloves and boots shone with the same deep red as her ribbons. It set off her black hair.

Sama sat next to Bass. Bass put her in a natural leather, but it was polished and warm-looking. Her ribbons were black and delicate, almost thin cords instead of the thicker strips in Merrie's and Licker's hair.

Merrie realized that all of them were pretty. They were beautiful, gorgeous bitches. She smiled to herself, enjoying the rush of obeying commands, and waited for Bass to finish.

When he finished, he commanded Licker to sit next to Merrie. Merrie gave Licker as smile as the slender teenage girl sat down next to her, shifting around. Then, Licker glanced at Merrie for a moment before she imitated Merrie's posture.

Bass just finished spritzing Sama with a citrus-smelling perfume when the door opened sharply. It smacked Merrie on the shoulder and Merrie reached out for balance. Her bound fingers skittered against the wall and she collapsed to the ground in an undignified heap.

"Bass," said a hard-sounding woman.

"There was a bitch at the door."

Merrie looked up at the woman. She was slender, with almost non-existent breasts hidden underneath a white linen top. Her hair was a tawny color and cut with ragged shortness. When she focused her eyes on Merrie, they were an intense green, so light it looked like the first sprout of spring. Merrie focused her gaze on the woman's ears. They were tapered delicately and came to a sharp point. A silfae. From her height and the silvery highlights in her hair, the woman was a Sivlir silfae. They were the only Silfae in Franome City, but still only made up a fifth of the population. Gray Thriban, like Bass, made up another fifth with the rest being human.

The woman scowled. "If she doesn't have the common sense not to sit by the door, she deserves to be hit."

"I ordered her there, Tabitha."

Tabitha turned to look at Bass. "And you were very bright for commanding her there." She spoke with a singsong accent, but there was a hint of disapproval in her voice.

Merrie had the sudden urge to run away, to flee, even though the feral look Tabitha gave her promised that Merrie wouldn't get far. She pushed herself back to her knees and resumed her position by the open door.

Tabitha strode over to Bass. She wore a short skirt that fluttered as she moved. Underneath, Merrie could see a thick patch of pubic hair covering her sex. Tabitha stopped at the table next to Bass and stood on it before she squatted down next to him.

"I want to talk."

Bass glanced up at her, then returned to straightening the laces on Sama. "Then, speak."

"We have fifteen bitches this time, plus the five from last year. Coupled with Sable and Dixie, that makes twenty-two bitches. For five trainers, that's a lot of bitches. I know that--"

As she spoke, a child crawled in the room. Merrie gasped as she saw the tiny figure on her hands and knees, just like a bitch. The girl had no breasts and a tiny ass, but she moved as if she was born to the role of being a bitch. Merrie felt a sick feeling in her stomach, wondering for all of Bass' compassion, he could ever allow a prepubescent girl to become a slave. At least she still had her hands and feet and only wore a simple rope collar.

The girl looked at Merrie. Brilliant blue eyes bore into Merrie and she saw a double image of some beast-like wolf superimposed on the tiny girl. The image faded instantly, but the afterimages flickered across Merrie's vision. There was a beast inside the girl, a creature of age and power hidden in the tiny, fragile form.

With a start, Merrie saw the girl's intense, staring eyes before. Her eyes rose to the pointed ears and copper hair that made up her dog ears. It was Dixie, the other alpha at the mill.

Merrie realized she was panting for breath. Dixie's eyes continued to bore into her and it felt like the gaze stripped away Merrie's skin, flaying her as the alpha inspected Merrie.

Intense emotions filled her, foreign and powerful, and it took her a moment to realize it was a sense of approval. Then, Dixie turned away and hopped on the table next to Tabitha. As the tiny bitch settled into place, Merrie saw that Dixie wasn't a girl but a boy. He had a pair of tiny testicles right below the small opening of his ass. Dixie's penis was barely the size of Merrie's finger, but the male alpha held himself as if he owned the mill.

Next to Tabitha, the similarities were remarkable. Dixie was also a silfae, but instead of being the more common Sivlir, he was a Copir or forest silfae. They were creatures of the woods and nature, primal and violence. No Copir stood over a meter tall but she never saw a Copir before.

Most Copir shunned the cities since civilization didn't appeal to them. Merrie couldn't imagine how any Copir would ever consent to becoming a bitch or slave, but Dixie stood there, as comfortable as Sable in his bondage.

Tabitha reached out and rested her hand on the back of Dixie's neck. Her fingernails, each one filed to a point, rested lightly on the skin of his throat.

"--and I think you should reconsider the prizes for the show. Give out more than just a single gold, silver, and copper."

Bass shrugged as he pointed for Sama to join Merrie and Licker. "You know that Grange won't go for it."

"Fuck Grange. I'm still waiting for the day he does something so stupid that you give me permission to hunt his skinny ass down. I dream about tearing his arms and legs off and turning him into one of those fuck-pillows they sell at the county fair. I bet I could get at least... three marks for him." Merrie knew that three marks couldn't even get a meal in Franome City.

"What about the others?" Bass stood up and pulled out clothes. He watched Tabitha as he dressed.

Tabitha's fingers dug into Dixie's neck, dimpling the flesh. "If you give out more shares, I'm sure none of them will argue."

Bass grunted. "Might work. Normally we give ten shares for gold, five for silver, and one for copper. Keep the amounts?"

"Yes," she said and cocked her head. Her fingers dug in deeper into Dixie's neck and a droplet of blood welled up under her index finger. Dixie didn't flinch as he stared at Bass' cock with rapt attention. "But, maybe two silver and three copper charms?"

"Let me think," muttered Bass. He finished dressing. When he finished, he was wearing a plain white top, buttoned up neatly. He wore black trousers that clung to every curve of his muscular legs and buttocks. "I say one gold, three silver, and six copper."

"That's awful generous," muttered Tabitha in a disapproving tone.

"It's just shares. We look to make at least a hundred thousand marks at the fair this year."

"You got too many bitches, Bass, and not enough trainers. Have you ripped all your holes yet?"

Bass glanced over to Merrie and the others. There was a guilty look on his face. "No, I have a few more."

"Normally, you've busted them all open by now. I would be knee deep in cropping all of them. Instead, Rendi is overwhelmed keeping up with the collars and Hilfe has been cooking for hours now. Piffin is keeping up without a problem, but that celibate has enough trouble sticking his stick in any hole. Borias is doing good, but I think you should move one of Thorn's girls over to him."

Bass stopped to look at Tabitha. "How is Thorn doing?"

"Couldn't decide on a name, for starters. He stuck with Pillow Chest and Snapping Pussy, but he kept waffling," her voice grew annoyed, "on the third."

Silence filled the room for a moment. "You made him decide, didn't you?"

Tabitha smiled, pulling back her lips to show perfectly sharp teeth. "He decided, after a consultation session, that Anal Cookie was a good name for the blond with the blue streak in her hair. I'm going to crop her down to her elbows and knees when I get her."

Bass groaned. "Did you hurt him?"

"Yes, but nothing crippling. Why do you bother tolerating him? He has no skill, no grace at this. He tried to fuck all his bitches last night and Rendi had to blow a healing spell on his dick."

"We were all new at this at one point."

She smiled again, a feral growl rising in her chest. "Speak for yourself. I know how to make anyone my bitch by the time I grew my pubes and you know it."

Bass smiled. "I know," he reached out for Tabitha, but at her growl, he stayed his hand. Dropping his hand, he gestured to the door.

"Come on, we have a dog show to run."

Merrie followed Bass down the stairs, her boots and gloves whispering against the wooden steps. She was nervous and excited at the same time; the butterflies in her stomach made her nervous as she came down the flight of stairs leading to the second floor. Her body trembled with the effort to keep her balance as she put her full weight on her hands. Every little movement was a struggle for her, but she felt a sense of joy in acting like a dog. She wondered if she wasn't wearing the boots and gloves, would she still crawl down the stairs like Sable would?

She thought about the dark-haired dog girl. She acted like Bass demanded, but she didn't have the heavy metal collar around her neck to enforce it. Merrie didn't know if Sable’s collar would send the pulses of pain or pleasure, or prevent her from talking, but Sable seemed so natural as she crawled on her severed knees and elbows.

Merrie paused on the stairs, thinking about Sable's amputated limbs. The word that Tabitha used only a few minutes ago: cropped. Cropping was the process of removing part of a dog's tail, trimming it down. Merrie didn't think much about the casual use, mostly because she didn't have a tail. She looked down at her booted hand. It took her a moment to realize what Tabitha meant. She was going to amputate Merrie and all the new bitches.

Tabitha would cut off Merrie's arms and legs.

The butterflies in her stomach turned to bile as her happy, almost carefree enjoyment of being a new slave crashed down around her. It was one thing to crawl around on her hands and knees and being fucked by Bass' huge cock, but the idea of having her arms and legs cut off sent a sharp burst of fear through her. It rose, filling her thoughts, until she thought her heart would burst.

Merrie was barely aware that she was gasping for breath. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs and she felt her world spinning. She looked down the stairs and saw Bass turning around.

Memories rose up, of the brutal slaughter in the warehouse. The smell of blood and death. The looks of horror and terror on the abducted people's faces. The women being taken to the dairy farm. She wondered why she wasn't horrified about her predicament, but all the fear and terror she wasn’t feeling hit her with a rush. A tidal wave of emotions that stopped the air in her lungs and ripped the joy out of her life. Her chest burned as she tried to pant, but she couldn't breathe in despite her open mouth and gasping. Hot tears rolled down her face, splashing down on her gloves.

A wail ripped out of her throat. It didn't sound like her voice, but she could feel her throat vibrating. She felt the words coming out, the ease that she remained silence had shattered with her terror.

"No! No! I don’t-"

Her collar exploded into lightning and she felt the electricity tear through her body. Her muscles clenched and she felt something tearing in her body. She lost her balance and came tumbling down the stairs. The sharp edges of the steps caught her shoulders as she bounced, but she couldn't do anything but scream out.

Strong hands caught her as she fell. Her body smacked into Boss' muscular arms and against his chest. She flailed out at him, screaming out shrilly. Her collar sparked again and she jerked violently. Bass' body tightened around her, squeezing her tighter as he was affected by the collar's shock.

She screamed out again, her mind replying every moment since she was abducted. A hand was plastered against her mouth and she heard Bass whispering, but it only added to her fear.

"Speak. Cunt, it's okay. Come on, Cunt, it's okay. It's okay. You're a good girl."

The normal ectascy that came from the collar didn't bring her pleasure. It was a hallow sensation that couldn't even dent the fear she felt. She knew that Bass was cradling her as he turned around. She felt him sit down but she was too lost to do anything but cry out.

"No, no, no." She didn't know why the collar didn't punish her anymore, but she didn't care. "No, please don't, I don't want to be cut. I don't want to be here anymore." She lifted her face to look into Bass' eyes. Tears ran down her cheek as she pleading. "Please, I don't want to be a bitch anymore. Please, Bass, please. Just let me go."

Her sobs wracked her body and it hurt to breath. When Bass wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her tightly, she cried into his muscular shoulder. "Please, let me go. I don't want to be here. Let me go. Just... let me go."

"It's okay, Cunt," he spoke as he stroked her hair, "it will be okay."

"No, no, it won't be. It will never be."

He kept petting her. "Yes, yes, it will."

"No, no."

"Cunt-"

"Boss," interrupted Borias, "let me look at ya girl."

Merrie peeked from Bass' shoulder and saw Borias standing a few steps below him. He wore a black shirt with matching trousers and boots. He held out his hands, arms open. She turned her gaze to Bass, then pushed away from the thriban. Her legs shook as she struggled to get to her feet, but she lost her balance.

Borias caught her and held her tight as he sank down to the step. His arms, not nearly as large as Bass, wrapped around her as she clutched to his body. "There, there, something be scary, right?"

Bass stood up and walked down the stairs. A few moments later, Sama and Licker crawled past, looking at her with curiosity. The fear was in both of their eyes, but it wasn’t the sharp terror that Merrie felt. They should have been terrified as she was right then, but something prevented them from doing anything besides crawl past. The feeling of wrongness intensified.

Borias turned her head away. He spoke in a soft voice. "Hug me. Go on, like a woman, not a bitch."

Merrie stared into his face for a moment, the fear rising. But, Borias wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close. He shifted so her legs straddled his hips. Desperate, Merrie wrapped her arms around Borias' neck and clung to him like a life raft.

"There you go. Does the pretty girl have a name?"

"M-Merrie."

Borias smiled broadly. "Merrie?" At her nod, he said, "That's a pretty name. And for a very pretty girl. You be a good girl, aren't you? A good girl?"

There was the wave of pleasure, but it didn't get past her horror. She clutched tighter. "No, no, I'm not. I don't want to be a bitch anymore. I want to go home," she wailed.

“You can’t go home.”

Tears ran down her cheek. “Please, just let me go.”

He stroked her back as he held her. “Sorry, Merrie, you can’t go home. This is your life now, and you were accepting it so well. What happened?”

"I," she sobbed, "I don't want my arms cut off."

"Oh," he breathed, "that is what happened. You be thinking 'bout Sable?"

She nodded. She could feel the fear receding. She mentally clutched at it; it was the terror she was suppose to be feeling and it was fading too quickly. It was wrong to be accepting of her fate. "I-I don't want to be cropped."

"It isn't so bad," he murmured and he kissed her on the cheek. "Tabitha don't hurt you girls... maybe a little sting, but you won't be feeling pain. Does that sound bad?"

Clutching him tighter, she buried her face in his shoulder. "No. Yes."

He stroked her back and kissed her shoulder. "You like the gloves? When you can't pick up anything? You like to be helpless, right? I saw that look in your eyes when you were on the beach."

Merrie stared at her hand, at the glove that kept her fingers bent over. She could feel the thrill of being helpless in them, unable to pick up anything. It was part of the rush when Rendi first put them on. She shivered.

"That's a good girl." She felt the pleasure growing inside her, eroding at the fear that burned inside her. "You be a good girl."

"I don't want to be here anymore." Her voice cracked.

"You be a good girl."

Another wave of pleasure cracked her fear. She tensed as she felt it crumbling, fighting the power of her collar. Her body tensed as she closed her eyes tightly, but then there was a sucking sensation as all the fear and terror just faded away. It left an empty place in her heart, a place that she knew should have been filled with abject terror.

The tension in her body faded and she let out a sob.

"Oh, there it goes. You be a good girl. That not be so bad." He stroked her back and she leaned her head against his neck.

"Bori," Rendi spoke as she walked up the stairs. She had a large mug of beer in her hand, which she set down next to Borias. "What happened?"

Borias spoke in a low voice. "She had an emotional surge that broke through the conditioning spell."

Rendi sat down next to them. "Is she okay?"

They were talking about her as if she wasn't there. Merrie felt a strange feeling in her stomach with the realization that she was becoming a bitch again. She clutched to Borias tightly, knowing that it would be only moments before she had to stop holding him like a woman. And that he would call her Happy Cunt instead of her real name.

"Good girl, good Merrie," he whispered before addressing Rendi, "Yes. She's under the filter again, but you might want to check it out."

Rendi slipped two fingers in Merrie's collar. Merrie tensed but Rendi only toyed with the collar. It grew hot for a moment, then cooled. A moment later, Rendi released it. "She cracked the high-pass but I reinforced it. I also added a soft bounce on the T4 and 7 resonances."

"How about the five?"

"She hasn't touched it since we put the collar on. I think we're okay there."

Merrie didn't know what they were saying. She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at Rendi and Borias as they discussed about technical details. She knew it was about her and her collar, but she couldn't make any sense of their words.

After a minute, Borias stopped talking to Rendi and turned back to Merrie. "Doing better? The fear gone?"

Merrie sniffed and nodded. "Y-Yes."

"Good girl."

This time, when the pleasure came, it filled the empty spot in her heart. It felt like a glass being filled, but instead of terror, it was a feeling of completeness that poured into her. It rose until it caught in her throat, then spread out across her skin.

"There we go. You be a good girl."

The magic of the collar sent a fire in her body, prickling along her skin until the heat gathered at her nipples, lips, pussy. Her skin was flushed and slick and she let out a soft, shuddering sigh.

Rendi patted Borias on the head. "Good boy."

He grinned. "Thanks, mother. But I ain't be no bitch."

She patted him on the head again. "Why don't you spent a few minutes here and make sure the filters hold. I need to go back and start judging."

"’k, mother."

As Rendi headed down toward the great hall, Borias picked up the beer. "Want a sip, girl?"

Merrie nodded. She felt sweat trickling down her back. She turned so she could reach out with both gloved hands for the glass. She caught it, but he pulled it away.

"No, no," he whispered, "Keep your hands down. Pretend you don’t have them."

Her body tensed. She could feel her legs squeezing his hips and her stomach clenching as she stared at the glass.

"You're a good girl, Merrie. It won't be bad. Just pretend for once. Pretend you lost those pretty hands and I have to give it to you. You like to be helpless, right? Then, be helpless for me. Be helpless, little Merrie."

A tear rolled down her cheek, but the fear that consumed her was gone. It hurt to breath, but she dropped her hands to his chest. Her body was hot and fevered as she regarded the glass of dark beer in front of her. She could smell it, a rich smell of a farm brew.

Gulping, she tried to imagine she couldn't reach it. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth.

"Good girl." The pleasure grew inside her and she cracked open her eyes. She watched as he brought the beer to her lips. She wanted to reach up and hold it, to prevent it from splashing her, but she couldn't. Instead, she let out a long, shuddering breath and rested her bottom lip to the glass.

The beer was stronger than she ever had, but it was cold. It felt good as it slid down her throat and pooled in her stomach. The sense of helplessness ignited the flames in her sex, contrasting with the coolness that filled her belly.

"That's it. You be a pretty little bitch."

Merrie gasped and took another gulp. It filled her up and she enjoyed the burn of the alcohol as it began to spread out through her veins.

"You're going to be so pretty when we crop you. Pretty like Sable. I be jealousy that Bass got you. I'd spend me money to have a girl like you. Could have avoided Abbinkey if I had a girl like you."

She finished the beer and leaned back, gasping softly for breath.

"There it is. Now, I'm going to give you a command and when I do, that nasty collar is going to shock you if you are going to speak. Ready?"

"N-No. I-I have..."

He smiled, his lip curling up. "Questions?"

"C-Can't you let me go? Why are you doing this? How... why aren't I scared? What happened?"

"Oh," he rested a finger on her lip. "I answer one of them, but the others... well, not today. So, take a deep breath, Merrie, and get ready to be a pretty little girl for me, k?"

Merrie gulped.

"Now, Happy Cunt, quiet." It was a command, she knew beyond a doubt that her collar would start to shock her again, if she dared speak.

Borias kissed her on the cheek. Then, he slipped his hands between her legs and lifted her up. Balancing on the stair, he turned around and helped her back on her hands and knees. "There we go. Can you make it to the landing? My ass be sore from sitting on the steps."

Merrie nodded, then remembered her direction. She gave a little bark.

Borias brought her down to the landing between the third and second floor. He pointed to the ground. "Sit, Cunt."

Merrie obeyed and he complimented her. The "good girl" sent a pulse of pleasure coursing through her and she gasped.

"Now, let me fix your hair and make you all pretty again." He knelt down. "And I promised an answer."

As he pulled one of her dog ears loose, he used his fingers to brush her hair. "Me mom and I are wizards. We also both specialize in alteration magic, mostly on bodies. And while we can't be charming ya or be doing enchantment, the body controls a lot what you feel. So, me mother made collars that... mute the fear and give you pleasure when you submit."

He retied the ribbon as he continued. "Takes the edge off you girls. Less screaming and more fucking. We has to be careful, though, because too much and it breaks your mind... forever. So, we use the minimum possible. But, if we be using too little, then it hurts you when you get frightened all of a sudden. And you, pretty, good girl-"

Merrie shivered at the pleasure. Somehow knowing it was being used to force her to submit just added to the exhilarating sense of helplessness. The heat grew in her stomach, mixing in with the edge of beer in her system.

"-were doing so well, mother kept the spell light on you. None of us thought you'd break out. You are a natural submissive, you want to be a good girl. And you want Bass to fuck that cute little cunt of yours too."

Merrie let out a moan as she remembered the hunger she had for Bass' cock, the desire to feel it pounding in her. Her sex grew moist and hot at the thought.

"Aye, the collar does that too. You'll find there is a lot of that here. The wagon you came in on, the collars, the leashes, your food and water bowls, even the pillows you sleep on. All of them have a bit of magic to make it easier for you to submit, to be a good girl, a good and pretty bitch. Before mother came here, a lot of girls got hurt. It isn't their fault," he sighed, "they panic and get hurt. Without the collars, they be lashing out, running away and dying in the woods, or killing themselves."

He finished her second dog ear and gave it a tug. His hands trailed along her cheek and he used his thumb to brush away the drying tears.

"Sable and Dixie are all part of this. Before them, it took Bass a lot longer to get you girls to accept your role. When he got Sable, and she was all bouncy and happy, the girls fought less. They got hurt less. And, they got fucked more. We haven’t lost a girl or had an injury since,” he sighed, “since Sable came back. The more girls who accept their role, who are pretty little girls, the safer it is for everyone. Less resistance, more acceptance. That's why we keep a few girls back every year. The more examples of submission, the faster good girls like you be good bitches for us."

Merrie felt the compliment as sparks of pleasure. Helpless against her collar, she felt her juices dripping off her pussy. It felt good, a thrill of submission, of being dominated by magic and man.

Borias reached down and cupped her breast. His fingers found her erect nipple and twisted it gently, one way, then the other. She felt the bumps of her aureole against his fingertips. With a smile, he whispered softly. "Beg, girl."

Obeying, Merrie sat back on her ankles and brought her hands to her throat.

His hand never left her breast, hefting the weight and rolling it in his fingers. His other hand reached out and slid between her splayed legs. It found her slit, wet and slick. She moaned when he stroked her, rubbing against her clitoris and curling his fingers to slid into her pussy.

"Good girl. That's a good girl. Remember the pond, when Throat licked you?"

Merrie rocked her hips against his hand and let out a soft, gasping bark.

"That was you, not me. You showed her submission can be pleasurable and she be thanking you. I bet your Tits and Licker will do the same. Me girls have been emulating you since the pond. Well, you and Sable."

He added a second, then a third finger to her pussy. His hand and shoulder rocked as he pumped inside her. She felt his thumb outside her labia, holding her still as he stroked through the slicked folds of her body. She knew an orgasm was coming, she was on the edge with his use of "good girl" and Merrie desperately wanted to feel a bit of real pleasure.

"So, Bass, won't be asking you, but do it for me? Show all those girls down there that you be a good girl."

She almost came when the collar's magic hit her. A wet squelching noise fill the space between her and Borias. She let out a moan and rocked harder against his hand, trying to speed him up.

Borias kept the same, steady pace. It was maddening. "You do that? Don't be scared? Don't be afraid?"

Merrie was torn between the pleasure and the fear that wasn't there. She could only hold on the idea of being afraid, but it wasn't enough. She let out pleading bark.

"Aye, I let you be coming soon. But not with magic, k?"

At her bark, he grinned. "Good girl. Now, present."

Merrie stumbled as she rolled over. Planting her hands on the stairs, she lifted her ass to him. She waited to hear his trousers opening. When she felt his mouth against her pussy, she gasped and surged forward. Her chest slammed into the stairs, crushing her breasts against the wood. She let out a squeak noise and pawed at the stairs.

His tongue snaked out, lapping at her pussy. It was already sensitive from the collar's magic, but the feeling of a trainer's tongue on her sex sent fresh waves of pristine pleasure coursing through her veins.

She spread her legs more and bit down on the stair, trying not to move as he lapped at her sex. His fingers caressed the back of her thighs and buttocks, teasing and touching with nails not inside gloves. He was strong and sure, no doubt used to giving head to many girls, and Merrie desperately wished she was his.

Merrie stared at her gloved hands. She tried to picture them gone. The heat inside her increased as she imagined being unable to stop Borias, unable to push him away. He could take her whenever she wanted and she would have to submit.

It sent the fire to her body. Tiny orgasms coursed through her body. Each one was bigger than the last, but she knew more were coming. She whimpered through her clenched teeth. Her body shook as the orgasms kept coming; or never stopped, she couldn't tell.

He lapped and sucked. His fingers stroked her pussy, four fingers sliding in and out with sharp deep strokes. He spread them out inside her, teasing her insides as his tongue worked against her clitoris. He brought another orgasm to sear through her senses before he pulled back.

Merrie slumped on the stairs, panting hard. Her teeth hurt from biting the stairs and her ears rang from the pleasure, but the last of her fear was gone completely. She only felt pleasure and excitement as he stood up. Turning around, she saw his cock tenting his trousers. Sitting on the stair, she reached for it with her mouth but he stopped her.

"Na, I can live with a bit of blue balls. Mother gets pissy when I fuck girls on the stairs. Or in the house. Hell, anywhere but my room and outside. Plus, Bass be saying that tonight is for the show." He winked, "And good fucking is a reward for being a good bitch. And are you a good girl?"

She barked. Then had a tiny orgasm when he complimented her.

"And," he squatted in front of her, "you think you can be giving a good show for the others?"

She barked again, feeling a bit more confident.

"Now, I be asking something serious." He brushed his finger through her dog ear. "I can promise you something. None of these girls are gonna be free. Bass have been doing this for twenty years and no girl ever made it to freedom. But, a lot of girls got hurt if they fight too much. The more they fight, the more they got hurt, k? The more they submit, the happier they'll be."

Merrie breathed deeply and her breasts heaved as she realized when he was asking her.

"So, little Merrie, I need you to be like Sable and Dixie. You need to help get these girls to accept what is gonna happen. You need to lead them by example. If you follow, if you be submitting, so will they. If you be getting orgasms on Bass' cock, they will to."

She gave a hesitant smile.

Bass stroked her face again. "You are so pretty, Merrie. Oops, better be calling you Happy Cunt again. I never be having an alpha like you, but I'd be honored if I can help you be what you'll become. Can you do that? Teach these girls to be good bitches?"

Merrie struggled with her thoughts. Borias was asking her to side with her abductors, to make it easier for them to do what they did. As she thought, she thought about how she comforted Sama, Licker, Throat, and Diver. She was already acting like Sable, because she wanted to be Sable. She wanted to be the cheerful bitch on the stairs, watching others surrendering. The memory of Sable kneeling between Bass' legs and watching Sama getting fucked sent a thrill of excitement through Merrie. She already knew the answer, and the gods will hate her for it.

She let out a long breath as she thought about being amputated, being utterly helpless for the rest of her life. It added to her pleasure, as much as knowing that it was the collar that prevented the fear. She was a slave to the collar, a slave to Borias and Bass, a slave to her own nature.

She nodded sharply twice before she barked.

Borias smiled and leaned into her, lowering his mouth until his breath tickled her ear. "Then, I want you to come for me... Merrie. Like the very good girl you are."

She shuddered at the pleasure that filled her, but she couldn't reach an orgasm from magic alone. She spread her legs further part and brought her wrists back to her throat. She barked with pleading eyes.

"Aye, that's a good girl. I be taking care of you."

He reached down to finger her again.

Borias held her collar as she crawled through the door to the great hall. On the other side, the brightly lit room was filled with people, both crawling and standing.

In her position, it was easier to look at the people on the ground. Sable drew her attention first. The naked, bounding dog girl was hopping and barking. She looked happy, genuinely happy, as she rubbed up against Bass' legs and then rocketed across the room to land on a bitch that Merrie didn't recognize.

The new girl struggled to get out from underneath Sable, but couldn't as Sable carefully positioned her ass right on her face. With a sloppy smile on her lips, Sable ground her pussy and ass into the trapped girl's face. From around the table, another bitch crawled out, sneaking toward Sable. Merrie remembered the girl from the night before, Pillow Tits. Tits took a running leap and slammed into Sable. There was a tangle of naked limbs and bare breasts as they rolled.

Sable flipped Tits over. She licked Tits on the face, then flopped down on Tits' chest. Sable's own breasts ground into Tits' as Sable panted happily. She looked at the new girls that were cowering against the wall and gestured for the nearest ones with her chin.

None of the new girls left the wall. Merrie could see Licker and Sama near the table, watching the room with wide eyes. Sama's gaze was curious while Licker's was fearful. Their naked bodies pressed against each other for comfort.

The only new bitch moving was Male Seven. The male crawled on the other side of the table, weaving through the legs of the trainers, as Dixie stalked after him. From Merrie's vantage point, she could see that the tiny silfae's cock was hard as he strolled after Seven with a broad smile on his face.

Merrie turned her attention back to Sable. She was playing with five other bitches, but Merrie could tell there was a different in their games. Sable was carefree and happy, bounding and yipping as she grabbed another girl and sat on her face. The others were happy and playing, but there wasn't the same enthusiasm as they wrestled with Sable and each other.

The trainers stood near the table. Bass spoke with Grange at one corner and everyone else was on the opposite side of the room. Tabitha had a sandy-haired man pinned in the corner, her hands on each side of him as she spoke in terms. He looked happy and nervous at the same time. Rendi spoke with two other men, one fat and the other thin. The fat man wore a stained apron and had an oven mitt hanging from his belt. The other was dressed neater, much like Borias, and held a large mug of beer in his hand.

She saw Piffin in the corner, sitting in a chair and reading a book. He was in his own little world, completely oblivious to everyone else and ignored by everyone.

Sable landed in front of her with a bark. Merrie jumped back, but Sable was content to lowering herself into a present position, but with her ass aimed away from Merrie. The brown eyes twinkled as Sable wiggled her ass and smacked her limbs against the ground. To Merrie, she was nothing but a bitch begging to play.

Merrie glanced up at Borias, but the trainer was headed straight for a keg of beer at the end of the table. She focused her gaze back at Sable who bounced and wiggled her ass again. She glanced at the new bitches and noticed at least half of them were watching her now. It was obvious they were waiting for Merrie to do something. Borias' words drifted through her mind: if she submitted, so would they.

She turned back to Sable and lowered her chest to the ground. Her ass rose as she dropped into the present position, but wiggled her ass and smiled broadly.

Sable's tail snapped back and forth as her nipples trailed along the ground. Then Sable surged forward. Merrie lifted her body as they hit, breasts smacking against each other. Sable's amputated limbs pushed back on Merrie. Merrie wrapped her arms around Sable's waist, trying to pull her playful opponent to the ground. They rolled over but despite her efforts, Merrie was only half over Sable's wiggling body.

Panting, Sable wiggled free, her moist pussy rubbing against Merrie's thigh. She bounced free, spun around, and jumped on top of Merrie.

They wrestled for a few moments. When Sable barked to announce her attack, Merrie found herself doing the same. Their games brought them across the room. When they came close to the table, Sable reversed direction and guided them back to the center.

Merrie could feel eyes watching her, both bitch and trainer. The excitement of wrestling, of their slick bodies rubbing against each other, and being the center of attention increased a slick heat in her body. She was panting, both from the strain of playing with Sable, but also the growing realization her naked body was on display for everyone.

After a spirited spin, Merrie planted her head against Sable's breast and jerked up. The hard nipple brushed her lips as Sable flipped over and landed on her back. Exhilarated at getting Sable on the ground, Merrie flopped over Sable's wiggling form and crawled on top of her. Underneath, Sable panted deeply, her sweat-slicked body heaving up against Merrie's flesh. Hard nipples ground against Merrie's breast as Sable stared into Merrie's eyes.

Sable licked the air. Merrie froze, unsure why she did it, but Sable did it again. A broad smile crossed her lips as the brown-eyed bitch flicked her gaze toward the new girls, then down to Merrie's heaving breasts.

A frown crossed Merrie's face as she tried to understand what Sable wanted. Underneath her, Sable wiggled and pulled Merrie up. She mimed the action again, taking a long deliberate lick of the air, as if she was licking a pussy.

Merrie gaped with realization. When Sable nodded and licked the air again, Merrie felt a tingle in her pussy. Feeling moisture already gathering, she crawled on Sable's body. The trapped bitch's breast slid underneath her thigh as she straddled Sable's face.

Sable lifted her head as Merrie sank down. The tongue slid along the entire length of her pussy and flicked at her clitoris.

With a gasp, Merrie dropped down further, plastering her wet hole against Sable's mouth and grinding into the lapping tongue. She was worried she would smother Sable with her sex, but the girl lapped harder. Merrie moaned and clutched Sable's head, rocking back and forth as the tongue attacked her body. Her gloved hands added to the excitement; Merrie couldn't hold Sable to her pussy, but she could use her weight to keep the tongue right where she wanted it. The excitement continued to rise, not only from the trapped Sable between her legs, but at the licking she was getting. Merrie leaned back, eyes half closed, and rocked harder against Sable's mouth.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Sama making a hesitant step out from the wall. Licker had a desperate look on her face as Sama abandoned her, but Sama continued out from the wall.

An orgasm coursed up through Merrie's body. As soon as it passed, Sable's struggles resumed. Merrie let Sable push her off.

Sable bounded back to her elbows and knees, her face glistening with Merrie's juices. She hopped up and down and let out a bark. Her eyes twinkled as she peered over Merrie's shoulder. Merrie knew that Sable saw Sama sneaking out to the main floor. When Sable looked at Merrie with a silent question, Merrie gestured for Sable toward Sama.

With a bark and a bounce, Sable charged Sama. Sama's eyes grew wide with shock. She tried to back toward the wall, but Sable caught her. There was a flash of naked limbs, breasts, and pussy as they tumbled across the room. Merrie watched as they wrestled. Moments later, Sable was on her back, staring up at Sama who gasped for breath.

Then, just like before, Sable mimed a licking action. Merrie smiled as she saw Sama trying to understand, then the slow realization as Sama figured out that she had the upper hand. Merrie felt a sympathetic tingle in her body as Sama crawled up to Sable's face, pressing her pussy against the no-doubt expert tongue.

Merrie turned her attention to the other new girls. She saw that Throat and Diver were both watching with fascination, their breasts heaving with excitement as they ground into each other. Merrie stalked toward them, moving low to the ground. Both girls turned toward her as she came to a halt in front of them.

With a bark, Merrie duplicated Sable's actions. She dropped herself into a play position and wiggled her ass. She gave a cheerful bark to draw them from the wall. Both girls looked at each other, then at Merrie. Slowly, Merrie gave the air a lick, just as if she was eating out of their pussies.

Diver's and Throat's cheeks grew rosy as they considered her actions. Then, as one, they stepped away from the wall. Merrie bounced on her knees and drew them toward the center of the room before she attacked. Her sweat-slicked body rushed for Diver and she wrapped her arms around her. She could feel her nipples aching to be touched as they scraped along the cool skin. Diver tensed, but Throat grabbed at Merrie, wrapping her leather-wrapped arms around Merrie and pulling her off. Merrie squirmed and wiggled, twisting out. As she managed to escape, Diver caught her and pinned her to the ground.

Their eyes met and she saw a smile forming. Throat's hips hovered above her and Merrie gave a little shake of her head before surging forward. She managed to flip Diver away and squirmed out from underneath Throat. Spinning on her knees, and feeling the rush of playing, she wrapped her arms around Throat's back and ground her breasts into the flesh.

Throat wiggled violently, her body bucking against Merrie's. Diver caught Merrie from behind, her hips bumping against Merrie's tail. As Throat leaned forward, it pushed Merrie's ass harder against Diver who used her hips to drive the tail dildo deeper into Merrie's ass.

A moan escaped Merrie's body and she clutched Throat tighter. She could feel the gloves rubbing against the heaving chest. Merrie tried to squirm out from underneath the thrusting hips, but Diver easily rocked her hips harder against the dildo, driving it deep with short, frantic strokes.

Merrie felt the sensations tearing through her. Her hands relaxed around Throat as she pushed back into the thrusting hips. She could feel Diver's wet flesh smacking against her buttocks and the thick dildo probing her insides.

Throat took advantage of her slack arms and twisted out from underneath Merrie. Merrie tumble to the side. She and Diver let out tiny shrieks as they hit the ground and rolled in a tangle of limbs. Merrie tried to extricate herself, but Throat was upon her, straddling Merrie's face.

Merrie breathed in the sweet and tangy scenes of Throat's pussy before it was jammed against her face. She couldn't breath, except for tiny slips of air as Throat rocked back and forth. The slick folds soaked her face. Merrie decided to take advantage of it and began to lick frantically at the pussy grinding into her.

The air grew moist and sticky until she found Throat's opening. Her tongue ached as she lapped and sucked at it, drinking her juices as much as licking. She held her breath as she struggled.

Then, she felt a tongue at her pussy. It was hot and slick. Merrie willingly spread her legs and limbs pinned her down. The tongue found her clitoris and lapped at it. Moaning, she reciprocated into the pussy at her mouth, licking with all her might as she gave a token effort to escape the assaulting tongue against her own sex.

Throat came on her face, flooding Merrie's mouth with hot, sticky liquid. Merrie trembled at the sensation of drowning in pussy juices and she gulped it down as fast as it was spread across her face. She felt her own body threatening to orgasm again, but after so many in a short period of time, it was taking its sweet time. She moaned and lapped.

After an eternity, Throat lifted her body and Merrie gasped at the cool air flooding into her lungs. She blinked through sticky eyelashes as the wet pussy pulled away. She lifted herself up, but then another cunt was pressed down at her. She had time to realize it was Diver's before she was pinned to the floor again.

Submission never felt so good. Merrie licked at the fresh pussy, lapping and sucking as she did before. It wasn't long before Diver was rocking back and forth, adding her juices to the ones already plastered against her face.

The tongue at Merrie's pussy pulled away and her legs were spread even further. Merrie arched her back, then jumped as a mouth attached itself to her left tit. She gasped into Diver's cunt and lapped harder.

Two heads worked their way between her legs and Merrie let out a scream as she felt two tongue attach her pussy and clitoris. Her hips ached from being spread apart so far, but having two mouths against her sex sent incredible bolts of ecstasy crashing into her. She pawed at the ground, unable to touch or reach anything with her useless fingers.

Then, the idea of being amputated came back. She didn't need her hands, not with so much happening to her. She let her limbs relaxed and lapped at the one thing she could control, the pussy smothering her. She attacked it as an orgasm consumed her thoughts, driven by the mouths at her nipple and clitoris and lips. She screamed into Diver's cunt, barely aware that Diver was coming on her face.

Diver slipped off but no fresh pussy was pressed to her mouth. Blinking past the juices that covered her face, Merrie looked down to see Twenty-Seven suckling her breast. Below, a pair of twin girls she didn't know were pushing themselves to their hands and knees between her legs. They were blonde, with opposing red streaks in their hair. The twins smiled at her, a hesitant and hopeful smile.

"Okay," Bass announced, "finish fucking and it's time to get the show started."

Merrie's jaw ached but she felt sad that she couldn't please the twins. She trembled as she crawled to her hands and knees. The two twin bitches crawled toward the sandy-haired man; Merrie recalled that there was another trainer named Thorn.

Bass gestured for Merrie and his bitches. There was a smile on his lips and a tent in his pants.

Merrie crawled over and sat down, pulling herself into a begging position.

He stroked her face. "Oh, you need to get cleaned up, Cunt. You ruined your hair... again."

Merrie blushed and beamed happily. She waited until Bass brought over a washrag and used it to clean up her face, throat, and breasts. She moaned at his touch, surrendering to his command. It only took a few minutes for him to finish, then redo her dog ears that managed to get undone with her wrestling.

To Merrie's surprise, Licker also needed her dog ears redone and Sama was missing a tail. Sable brought it back in her mouth and dropped it on the ground. Both she and Merrie watched with fascination as Bass worked it back into Sama's ass, pushing and twisting until it slid in with a wet popping noise. All three of them jerked when it finally seated into place and Merrie felt a tingle down her spine.

"Okay," Bass called out after he finished. "Let's get these bitches lined up. Sable, here. Dixie-"

He gave positions for everyone, forming a line of eight in front and two lines of seven behind it. Merrie was the only one in the front line. After a few moments of looking at them, he shook his head and re-arranged them into four lines of five bitches with Sable and Dixie forming a fifth in front. Their formation almost filled the entire room.

"Boss, that be a lot of bitches," laughed Borias.

"Yeah," grumbled Bass, "but I think that will work. All right, be quiet!"

As the room quieted down, Bass stood in front of the line. Merrie was in the third row center, with one of the twins on her right and Snuff Bait on the left.

Bait looked in worse shape of all of them, with scuffed boots and gloves and one dog ear coming out of the loop. She had bruises on her face and back and scratches along her breasts, flanks, and legs. Merrie felt a pang of sorrow as she inspected Bait and she wanted to reach out and comfort her. After a second, she decided it was the right thing and stepped out of place to kiss Bait on the shoulder, then face.

"Cunt!"

Merrie's head snapped up and she looked guiltily at the front of the formation. Bass had a strange look on his face, amused and annoyed at the same time. Whimpering, she returned back to her place, but she saw Bait looking at her gratefully.

Feeling proud of herself, Merrie sat on her ankles and regarded Bass. The other trainers were standing behind him, watching all the gathered bitches with interest. Borias gave Merrie a wink.

Bass cleared his throat as he held his arms behind his back. He looked over the bitches before he spoke. "Welcome to the Paladin Puppy Mill. My name is Bass Sarmo and I own the mill and the lands in all directions. You probably don't care about the particulars, but you are here for one reason: to become sex slaves."

A ripple ran through the sitting bitches. Merrie felt her stomach clench, but the collar's magic wore away at the rising fear before it could intrude her thoughts. She shivered at the feeling, the knowledge that her mind was being controlled added to the intensity she felt as it faded away.

"If you are looking for a way out, there isn't. We are a hundred kilometers from the nearest town and a twenty minute ride from the nearest farm. And Tabitha," he gestured to the short-haired woman who gave the bitches a cruel smile, "takes great pride in ensuring that no one escaping will ever make it. In twenty years since I started, no one has but many have tried."

He stepped forward and patted Sable on the head. She rubbed her head against his hand and thigh, her tail wagging as she lifted her body slightly.

"In the next six weeks-"

"Fifty-six days," added Piffin from the back.

Bass rolled his eyes, "Okay, four days shy of six weeks, will be Blood County Fair. There, you will be sold to the highest bidder along with the other ponies, cows, and all the other slaves that this county produces."

There was another ripple of noise. Merrie felt tears starting to form in her eyes, but she just shifted in place and tried not to think about it.

"There is," Bass' voice turned like steel, "no way of avoiding this. We only keep back a few girls every year and you will," he emphasized the word, "be sold as slaves. I take great pride that you will be the best trained bitches when that day comes. We have a lot of grand champions," he patted Sable again, then pointed to the blue ribbons along the wall, "that came from the mill and I'm hoping at least a few of you," his eyes focused on Merrie, "will have their pictures hanging up to keep us company."

She ducked her head, blushing. When she looked up, he was looking at the others. She felt relief and sadness as he looked at the other girls.

"If you are going to hate someone, hate me. Despise me. Curse me to the deepest levels of hell. But, realize this," he paused, "you can't avoid your fate. No one is going to save you, no knight is going to crash down the front door and rescue you. You are slaves and you will be for the rest of your life."

He grabbed a beer from a chair and drank half of it. When he set it down, he said, "It isn't so bad. Actually, all of you will come to love it. You won't ever have to worry about working anymore. You will always have a roof over your head, a warm bed to sleep in, and all the food you'll need. Some of you will be bred to have puppies while others will just be pleasure slaves in the richest areas of the country. You will never have to worry about dating, divorces, or being sick. For the rest of your lives, someone will treat you like their most precious possession and you will be queens," he smiled to Male Seven, "and kings."

"Now," Bass chuckled, "you've already had a taste of your new lives. In the last day, most of you have had your holes fucked, bodies bound, and tossed into a world of submission. Someone," he grinned at Rendi, "shoved a dildo up your ass and put a collar around your neck. This will be your lives here because we are getting you ready for your new masters. In the coming six... fifty-six days, you'll experience almost every sexual perversion we can think of. You'll be taught how to obey commands and act like a dog. By the time the fair comes, you'll be all beautiful, lovely, and obedient bitches."

Merrie thought about being sold, wondering what it would be like, and what a new master would be like. She hoped he would be like Bass, tender and compassionate. She squirmed on her ankles and took a deep breath.

Bass finished his beer before he spoke again. "I know most of you are very scared right now. I bet your stomachs feel sour and there is a cold trickle down your spines. This is normal and it will past quickly." He smiled and dragged his chair over to sit down on it, "You are all good bitches-"

As one, all the bitches in the room trembled as their collars sent a pulse of pleasure. Even Sable and Dixie, who didn't have collars, shook. The scent of excitement, pussy and cock, rose up and drifted through the room. Merrie breathed it in and let out a long, wistful sigh.

"Every Thireday, we have a dog show. Just a chance for you to strut your stuff and have a night where you don't have to worry about being fucked for a few hours. Except for some of the trainers," he pointedly looked at Thorn and Borias who both grinned, "you won't be sucking cock or being fucked. Instead, you get to show off your ability to obey commands and look pretty for us."

Rendi stepped forward and pulled off her bracelet. "There are prizes for the winners. The best of the night wins a gold charm." She plucked off a golden charm from her bracelet and dangled it from her fingertips. "This lovely one transforms you overnight, giving you proper ears and a tail. It is painless and you spend the entire night lost in orgasm."

Merrie shivered at the thought.

"For second place, we have silver charms for your collars." She replaced the gold charm and pulled off a silver one. "These aren't quite as powerful as the golds, but each one still has potent magic. This lovely charm," she dangled it, "stops your need to breathe. That means you can take long, hard cocks into your throat for days at a time and never worry about losing consciousness."

"This one is for Bori's bitches." She pulled off a copper charm and scanned the sitting girls until she focused on Throat, Diver, and Holes, "since it lets you decide what you can taste and smell. If you win the copper, you'll get it regardless of what Bori says."

Borias chuckled and dug his hands into his pockets. "I be what I be, mother." He turned to look at his girl, "Actually, girls, you win any charm and I be giving you that one. Mother lets me trade a silver for two copper and three for a gold. Wouldn't want to piss off me mother."

"Boys," she muttered as she rolled her eyes. "There are three judges. Me, Hilfe," she pointed to the fat man with the apron, "and Garcon, our handyman. We don't train anyone, so we are unbiased judges."

Grange snorted angrily from the side of the room. Next to her, Snuff Bait flinched and Merrie felt an anger rising toward the brutal trainer.

Rendi glared at him, then turned to Bass. "Your show, Bass."

Bass chuckled and stood up. "We're a pretty kind group here. We don't make money on broken bitches, so it is in our best interest to take care of you."

No one looked at Grange, but Merrie could feel his presence like an angry flame.

"I will switch you around, find you different masters after the end of the show. Normally, we don't move anyone around the first week, but Bori has agreed to take on one of Thorn's bitches to let Thorn focus on the twins."

Thorn looked sad, but Bori patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be worrying, bro, having twins is everyone's wet dream. Enjoy them cunts while you can."

"Time for the show," announced Bass. "There are two parts. One is the beauty part. This is where you all look pretty and our judges decide who gets the most points. After that, we'll run you through some commands and see who can obey commands the best. Since this is the first week with the new girls, the alphas and the older girls will participate but not get any points. That way, you are competing against bitches who have only been here a day."

As he talked, Rendi and the two other men started down the line. Merrie watched them, feeling a thrill of anticipation as they started toward her. They started with Female Twenty-Seven. Rendi stroked the girl's hair as Garcon reached between her legs to feel her pussy. Hilfe was behind her and used his hand to test Twenty-Seven's dildo. The girl squirmed under their attention as they poked, prodded, and fingered her.

They moved to Snuff Bait. Rendi looked sad as she ran her fingers over Bait's scuffed gloves. Merrie heard her speak under her breath, "Damn Grange, this is part of the show. Bastard has no beauty in his heart."

Hilfe answered her, also under his breath, "And he bitches about never getting more shares."

They finished with Bait and moved to Merrie. She felt her heart pounding strongly as the three judges circled around her. She pulled herself into a begging position, holding her wrists by her throat and spreading her legs far apart. Hilfe's fingers slid up from behind, tracing along the line of her slit before he grabbed the base of her tail. He tugged at it and she arched her back, just as Garcon grabbed her breast and kneaded it.

"Good texture," he said.

Rendi toyed with Merrie's dog ear and took a deep breath. "Crystalline Rose? I didn't think Bass would use that for anyone. It smells nice. Very nice."

"It's a thousand marks a spray. So, that is what rich smells like," chuckled Garcon.

"Good texture with her hair, and the ribbons are a nice touch. I say ninety points."

Merrie was being treated like an animal and she couldn't help feel pleasure growing inside her. They were touching and poking her, teasing every part of her body. Garcon used his fingers against her clitoris while Hilfe fingered her asshole. Merrie knew she had to hold still, but it was difficult with the hands touching every part, teasing to the point she almost begged for relief.

"Likewise," said Hilfe from behind. He trailed his fingers up her spine. "ninety points."

Garcon reached up to hold Merrie's head with both hands. He looked at her face, probing with his gaze, before he admired Merrie from head to toe. "A hundred points, she is on par with Sable."

Rendi leaned forward and whispered into Merrie's ear. "Good girl."

As Merrie gasped from the pleasure of the collar and Garcon's compliments, the three judges moved on.

Since she was at the beginning of the beauty section, Merrie had to wait for Rendi and the others to finish judging. Time ticked away and she had to sit there. She didn't want to move until Sable and Dixie did, but neither of the alphas twitched from their place, so Merrie did the same.

Bass suddenly called out. "Horny Holes, back in place."

Merrie jumped at the harsh voice, then focused on not moving. She was right about not shifting from her spoke. She let out a soft breath, feeling the strain to keep her back arched and her breasts thrust forward. She loved the feeling of eyes staring at her, the trainers looking at her and the rest of the bitches with lust. It gave her a thrill that gathered in her sex, a heat that kept her flush as the time continued its sluggish pace.

Finally, Rendi came around. "We're done."

Bass drained his latest beer and set it down. He gestured for all the trainers to come up. Even Piffin stirred from his chair, carefully setting down his book before he walked over. They arranged themselves in a line in front of all the bitches. The only one missing was Tabitha, who wasn't even in the room.

"Okay, this is the commands and final part. One of us," he gestured to the trainers, "will give a command. All you have to do is obey it just like we've taught you. Rendi, Hilfe, and Garcon will score you based on how well you do. I will start with... beg."

Merrie was already begging, but she realized she wasn't quite perfect. Somehow, she knew that Piffin would be more critical and she adjusted until she saw Piffin's eyes focus on her with a look of surprise. She smiled and held it, shaking from the effort, until the other bitches got into a begging position.

"Good girls."

All twenty-two bitches shivered with pleasure.

Borias spoke up. "Present."

Sable and Dixie were already presenting themselves, their asses aimed directly to Borias. Merrie didn't even see them move, but the older bitches were moving. Moving as fast as she could, Merrie spun around and dropped to present herself. She knew that her pussy was aimed directly toward Borias and the thought of him staring at twenty pussies sent a thrill through her.

Borias' voice called out. "Good girls."

As she shivered from the pleasure that rolled through the girls, Thorn barked out a command. "Roll over."

It was another command she was familiar with. By the time she turned around, Sable and Dixie were already in position. Merrie tried to move faster. The compliment came followed by another command. Then another. Each of the trainers had a chance, but then they random called out.

The pace increased, but no matter how fast Merrie moved, Sable and Dixie were in position before the trainers finished speaking. She felt despair, wondering if she could ever keep up, but she struggled to obey as fast as she could. Each time, the wave of pleasure came harder and faster. She felt herself anticipating the ecstasy that rolled from her collar, knowing it was a drug that pushed her to move faster.

Her world was reduced down to the trainers and herself. She flipped and sat and begged as fast as she could. The commands blurred into the next one. After each one, the "good girls" rocked through her body. She didn't know when the orgasm started, but she knew it was tearing through her as she struggled to stay begging in the long, frustrating seconds as Piffin inspected the results of his command. Finally, he muttered, "good girls," and Borias snapped out his command.

She couldn't breathe as she presented herself. The ground was hot, the air hotter. Her body felt slick and her pussy slicker. Heat boiled insider her and she felt it gathering at her ass, pussy, and nipples. She gulped to breath in the air, whimpering as she prayed that there wouldn't be any more command.

Bass' voice called out. "Beg."

Still whimpering, Merrie sat in a begging position. Sable and Dixie, as always, were already in position. Sable looked as fresh as she started, her tail wagging back and forth. Dixie was the same but the tiny silfae wasn't even panting hard. Everyone in front of her, the older girls, were struggling for breath just like Merrie. She watched as a river of sweat trickled down Pillow Tits' back. It ran along the curve of her ass, around the tail until it dripped off her pussy to the slick puddle on the ground.

"Good girls."

Moaning, Merrie held the position as she waited for the next command, but silence filled the hall. She listened to the gasps for breath surrounding her, relieved that she wasn't the only one struggling, but desperate to know how well she fared. But, no matter how good she was, she knew she didn't compare to Sable or Dixie.

She promised, between one heaving gasp and another, that she would be Sable's equal. She didn't know how, but Sable was her role-model, just like Borias said she would be.

Bass smiled comfortingly. Merrie saw that he was hard in his pants. Her eyes trailed to the other trainers who were backing away. All of them looked excited, with cocks tenting their pants. Even Rendi, the only female she saw, looked flushed as she sat down on a chair.

"One last command," Bass' words drew her attention to him, "and we are done. This is a simple one." He gestured with his hand and Sable, Dixie, and the older bitches crawled away, leaving all the new bitches in place. Merrie was suddenly in the front row. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but more excited that she could imagine. She gasped and held herself still.

Bass' eyes focused on her for a moment, then he spoke to all fifteen of the new bitches. "Stay."

He held his hand, palm toward them, and repeated himself. "Stay. It is just what you think it means, but there is more to that. I need you to trust me. No matter what happened, don't move no matter-"

Something rose up behind the trainers and Merrie stopped listening to Bass' words. Her chin rose as she realized it was a gigantic creature standing up behind them. Eyes, each one larger than her head, blinked and glistened in the light. A furry muzzle, larger than Bass, reached out past Borias who didn't notice the shadow crossing over his body. Merrie felt her stomach clench into a painful knot as she saw the creature stand up fully. It was a dog or a wolf, but larger than anything Merrie had ever seen. It towered over the trainers as a low, deep growl shook the air.

Sweat and fear prickled her skin as the creature took a step over Thorn, but the trainer didn't even look up. Merrie realized that she saw the creature before. It was just like the terrible beast she imagined when she first saw Dixie. She knew it wasn't Dixie, the silfae was sitting on the sideline with an evil grin on his face, but it was the same creature.

"... no matter what happens, we will take care of you. You may be beaten or have to eat..."

A primal fear inside her and she felt it scraping against the magic of the collar. But, it didn't push her back and the fear clutched her heart as the wolf creature took another step. Her eyes widened painfully as she watched as the creature stepped over Bass as he spoke. Its furry belly scraped over his head, but he simply leaned to the side as it passed. Merrie knew that it was a test to see if she could obey, but she found it harder to remain sitting with every passing heartbeat.

A moment later, the creature's cock sheath rubbed against the thriban's ear. It was huge, larger than Merrie, and she felt every part of her body screaming out to run, to flee. Her asshole clenched so tight, she thought the dildo would snap. To her shame, Merrie felt her bladder release and the hot spray of urine coated the floor.

The giant wolf took another step and lowered its head down to Merrie. The hot, fetid breath blew past her and Merrie let out a whine as she fought the primal desperation to run away. When the wolf opened its mouth, it let out a deep growl that crushed the air around Merrie. Drool dripped from its fangs and splashed down on her face. It burned like cum as it oozed down her front and between her breasts.

"... but I promise this, we will never hurt you..."

Merrie's face hurt as she let out a whimper. She desperately needed to run away, to jump to her feet and flee screaming. The small part of her mind, the one that desperately wanted to feel the collar once more, told her to stay. Even when a mouth large enough to bite her in half reached over her head and poised to clamp down and crush her body into a bloody smear. She whined shrilly, sobbing with the effort to obey.

With a start, the wolf disappeared in a blur of magic. It melted into the slender form of Tabitha. The Sivlir silfae was naked, with small breasts and her thick patch of pubic hair with matching hair under her arms. In a small part of her mind, she knew that most silfae didn't have much body hair at all but she never saw one naked before.

Tabitha threw herself at Merrie. Merrie flinched, but Tabitha just wrapped her arms around Merrie and picked her off the ground. With a squeal, she jumped up and down. "You're so cute!"

Confused, Merrie couldn't figure out how to move as the silfae swung her around with surprising strength. With another squeal, Tabitha gave Merrie a passionate kiss on the lips before swinging her around again. Merrie could smell the musk of a dog around Tabitha as she was spun in circles.

"I just want to eat you up!" She looked down at her dripping foot. "And you peed too! You are," she kissed Merrie, "so," another kiss, "cute!"

Tabitha held her out to Bass, holding her off the ground at arms length despite her slender frame. "Can I crop her first? Please?"

Merrie looked around in shock. The trainers were applauding her. She peered back past Tabitha to the rest of the bitches, but none of them were in place. Instead, every single one was under the table or behind it, cowering with fright. Wide eyes stared at Tabitha and Merrie.

Bass stepped forward. "No, Tabitha, you can't. Borias?"

"Got it, boss." Borias came up to mop the ground underneath Merrie. He took a rag and cleaned off her legs, feet, and thighs. He ran his fingers along her slit, then gave Merrie a good few strokes before he chuckled. He tossed the rag into the corner.

Tabitha set her down roughly. She leaned into Merrie. "You're a good bitch, and don't you forget it. When you come to me for cropping, I bet you are going to make me proud." She gave her another kiss before skipping away.

The whispered words held a hint of violence and terror, but the magic of Merrie's collar held and she could only whimper with anticipation.

Bass gestured to the ground. "Bitches, back in line."

As soon as all the bitches, including the alphas and older ones, settled into place, Bass stood in front of them. "That last bit was a lesson, and one that I don't enjoy giving. That scared you, did it you?"

Merrie and the alphas let out a bark. A moment later, the rest joined in with a chorus of barks and yips.

"Did Tabitha scare you?"

All of them barked almost in chorus.

"That is her job. Tabitha isn't a trainer. She is a guard and one of my best friends. She is also a forest witch, one who can shape-change to hunt down anyone who tries to run away."

Merrie shivered at the thought of being hunted down by the giant dog. Her mind focused on the large sheath she saw. Inside, no doubt, was a cock that would kill her, but the tiny, perverted part of her wanted to see it. Wanted to know if was like watching Bass' cock penetrate Licker's ass. Huge, unstoppable, and brutal.

Bass grunted. "She is also here to protect us. She has another job, as all of you will find out, but for tonight, there is only one lesson. We, the trainers and I, will take care of you. There is nothing for you to fear, nothing to be scared of. And, you need to trust us. We may rough you up, feed you some of the most horrid things in the land," he gestured to a grinning Borias who waved, "or insist on absolute perfection," his hand pointed to Piffin, "but everything we do is for you. Any of us will die before we let you come to harm," his eyes flickered to the right where Grange leaned against the wall, "serious harm, that is."

"So," he clapped his hands, "you were all very good girls and deserve a few rewards."

Merrie tensed as the pleasure coursed through her, rekindling the heat that died down with Tabitha's demonstration. She wiggled in place and settled back down on her ankles.

He turned to Rendi who stepped forward. The older woman smiled brightly as she regarded them. "Now, all of you obeyed commands so well, but we can't quite give out charms to everyone. But, after some discussions, I've decided to increase the number of charms tonight to one gold, three silver, and six copper."

Merrie knew that it was Bass decided to increase it and wondered why Rendi was the one making the announcement. She glanced over to Grange, who was scowling at Useless Cunt, then to Thorn who lustfully rubbed his crotch as his eyes fixed on his twin bitches.

Hilfe came around with a pad of paper and a flat tray filled with copper charms.

Rendi picked up the pad and said, "We'll start with the coppers. They go to Female Twenty-Eight, Fuckhole, Silly Tits, Horny Holes, Pillow Chest, and Anal Cookie."

There was an applause from all the trainers. Sable and Dixie and the older bitches all barked with them.

Rendi waited for the noise to die down before she continued. "Your trainers will come and pick out the medals. Except for Holes who gets this one," she handed a charm directly to Borias.

Borias leaned over and kissed Rendi. "Thanks, mother."

The trainers came up and picked out their charms. Merrie watched Bass go last, running his fingers down the tray before he delicately picked up one from a lower tray. "Thank you, Rendi."

She gestured to Garcon who brought a small, carved tray of rosewood. She handed the coppers and removed the lid for the silver charms.

"And these lovelies go to Throat Fucked, Cock Diver, and... Snuff Bait."

"Well," growled Grange, "he's a fucking, cheating cunt. Of course she's going to vote for her son." Grange shoved his way past Borias and snatched the tray from Rendi's hand. He pawed through it before he grabbed a silver charm. With a grunt, he tossed it to Borias and stalked away.

Borias tried to catch the tray, but it bounced off his fingers. The tray flipped over and the silver charms rained down on the ground.

Merrie flinched as they came scattering across the wood. Anger filled her, directed to Grange, as she watched the charms come to a halt. One of them stopped at her booted hand, spinning a few times before it came to a halt. It was a delicate flower and she wondered what magic rested inside the charm.

Borias leveled a glare at Grange's back, then started to pick up the charms. A moment later, Tabitha, Thorn, and the other trainers joined in.

Merrie lowered her gaze down to the charm. She picked up her hand, then remembered she couldn't pick it up. Looking around, she saw Sable using her mouth to pick up one. Following suite, Merrie bent over and picked up the charm. The silver tingled against her tongue and she felt a flush coursing through her body. It sparkled across her senses and she felt her breath coming faster as something seemed to fill her bladder.

Bass strode past her and Merrie whimpered to get his attention. He spun around, looking down. When he saw the charm in her lips, a broad smile crossed his lips. Crouching down, he opened his palm under her chin and she let it slip from her mouth. "You'd like this one, Cunt. It gets rid of your need to pee, so you don't need me to go the bathroom."

When he curled his fingers around the charm, the tingling stopped. Merrie looked at the tiny silver charm and thought about when she had to pee outside, with him helping. There was something tender and intimate about him taking care of her, the way he held her tail and stroked her body.

Bass' eyebrow lifted with surprise. "No?"

Merrie blushed hotly. She felt her sex tingling with the thrill of being degraded by Bass. With a sheepish smile, she shook her head.

"Then," he patted her head, "we won't pick this one for you."

Standing up, Bass returned the charm to the tray. "Missing any of them, Rendi?"

Rendi ran her finger through the box. "No, that's it."

Merrie looked for Grange, but the trainer had already left the room with his three bitches. Merrie felt sadness filling her as she thought about Useless Cunt, Fuckhole, and Bait.

Borias waved his hand when Rendi offered him the tray. "No, mother, give me the taste charms. They deserved them and I be keeping my word."

Bass took the silver tray from Rendi to deliver it back to the table. Borias followed to look through the copper box. He pulled out four copper charms. "I be also taking the T3 suppressor and the T6 booster."

Rendi smiled, then looked out over the room. The few bitches who broke the ranks when the charms scattered returned to their places. Grange's were noticeably absent and Merrie wish they stayed behind, at least until they announced the gold. She knew she won, after obeying the stay command, but she wanted to share it with everyone.

"I think," announced Rendi, "that we all know who got the gold tonight. And with quite a few points, since very few bitches can stay with Tabitha's introduction. So," her eyes focused directly on Merrie, "why don't you come up here, Happy Cunt, and show everyone what a good girl you are?"

A rush of excitement filled her and Merrie crawled out in front of the room. Turning around, she looked at the bitches in front of her. Sable was ecstatic, bouncing on her ass and barking loudly. There were other smiles in the room, mostly from the girls who had warmed up to her. Merrie felt a flush filling her, of pride at being a submissive dog for the trainers, but also because she felt something she never felt before, like she belonged there.

As Rendi crouched down next to her, Merrie looked up. She realized she needed to beg and got into the proper position. She thrust her breasts out and arched her back. From the trainers, she heard Borias make a cooing noise and she grinned. Merrie tilted her chin further up and parted her lips.

Rendi whispered to her, "You are so damn sexy." Then, she spoke louder, "And for Happy Cunt, she gets this little charm." The older woman held up a golden charm in her fingertips.

From the other side of the room, Bass chuckled. "Don't I get to pick Cunt's charm?"

Rendi smiled sweetly at him. "No."

Turning back to Merrie, the older woman reached up and clipped the charm to Merrie's collar. "This is the regeneration charm. It won't transform you or change your body, but it will heal any damage that that big dick," she gestured with her chin toward Bass, "does to you." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Even though he's not suppose to, he'll be switching the charms around with his other bitches, which means this is going to help all of you. For a big man, he is all heart."

Rendi let go of the charm and the golden medal bumped against Merrie's throat. It was delicate feeling, but Merrie could feel power radiating from the tiny artifact. It filled her with a power that she could only describe as "yellow-green" but she couldn't understand how a charm could feel like a color. She gave her hips a wiggle to distract herself from the strange, rippling power that filled her.

With a smile, Rendi stood up and patted Merrie on the head. "Good girl."

Merrie moaned at the pleasure that coursed through her. The familiar addiction rose as it sparkled against her sink. She let out a second moan as she felt it pooling in all the sensitive parts of her body. Juices dripped from her pussy and she could feel it running down her inner thighs. She took a deep breath, knowing that it wasn't only the collar that she was addicted to.

Bass gestured for Merrie to return to her place in formation. Merrie crawled through the front ranks and smiled bashfully at Sable before she found her spot. She turned around and sat down, but the smile refused to leave her face.

"And that, my lovely bitches, is what we done on Thiredays." He smiled broadly. "Just a chance to have a bit of fun, enjoy the company of other bitches, and just... show off. Over the next week, you'll see what those charms can do and, hopefully, you'll want to get some of your own. Or," he chuckled and he focused on Merrie, "get a few more."

Merrie shivered at his look and she saw lust burning in his gaze. She hoped, desperately hoped, that he would take her as soon as they got back to the room. She wanted to feel him inside her, ramming his cock into her until she could do nothing but scream out. She moaned softly, her lips parting, as she imagined Bass' cock filling her to her limits.

"All right," said her master, "Ass Licker, Happy Cunt, and Silly Tits, meet me over by the bowls if you want another beer. Otherwise, everyone have a wonderful night. No doubt, all of you bitches have turned on your trainers and I can promise you," he chuckled as he headed toward the bowls, "all of you are going to enjoy a long night of fucking."

Merrie followed him. She knew that she turned Bass on, as did Licker and Sama. She almost moaned at the thought. At least one of the bitches was going to get his cock that night and all she could do was pray that it was her.

As Bass opened the door to his room, he yawned. "I forgot how tiring these shows can be." He leaned against the door and gestured for his bitches to get inside.

Merrie crawled through the door first. She was still high from getting the gold charm and it blended with the buzz of her third beer. Bass just finished taking them outside to pee and she remembered the tender way he held her tail and fingered her after she finished. She smiled and pranced as she entered the room. Finding a pillow, she turned around and sat down on it. Her newly acquired charm bumped against her throat and she felt a little thrill surge through her body. With a second thought, she thrust her breasts out and smiled broadly.

Bass chuckled as he closed the door behind Sama. "Yes, you were a good girl, Cunt."

Merrie didn't need the collar to feel the sexual rush. She wiggled around and felt the moisture gathering at her pussy.

Bass rested his hand on Sama's back and she stopped. He squatted down and took her head with both hands. "Now, Tits, you were also very good. And, I didn't get a chance to put this on you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the copper charm. It sparkled in the light and it looked like a dog's tail curled on itself.

"This is actually one of Rendi's more powerful charms, but the mill prides itself on this change, so they are made as copper charms. This will grow you a pretty little tail."

Sama inhaled sharply, her eyes wide. Her fake tail bobbed as her buttocks clenched tightly. She stared at it as a soft whimper escaping her lips.

Despite having a gold charm, Merrie felt a surge of jealousy. She wanted to have a tail like Sable and knowing that Sama would be the first exasperated the irrational emotion. She wiggled in place, trying to imagine having a tail of her own. Her own ass clenched around her dildo as she tried to figure out how she could move the tail as smoothly as Sable did.

Rendi said that Bass shared the charms; maybe she would be wearing it as soon as the charm transformed Sama's body.

Bass clipped it on Sama's collar. "It will take a few days to finish and things will feel a bit... strange until then."

A quizzical look crossed Sama’s face. She squirmed her buttocks as she gave her dildo a hesitant wiggle. Expressions of pain, pleasure, and surprise crossed her face, then she sat back further than normal, balancing on the curve of her ass.

Bass kissed her forehead. "Will you be okay, Tits?"

Sama nodded, then gave a little bark.

"Good girl."

As Sama shuddered, Bass stood up. He stepped back and smiled at all three of them. "I do have three lovely bitches, don't I?"

Merrie and Sama barked. Licker sighed, then barked a heartbeat later.

"Well, no matter how tired I am, I have to obey my own rules. None of you will sleep without cum in your bodies. But, I’m exhausted, so I’m just going to fuck..." He looked over them as he considered his options.

Merrie moaned softly at the idea of Bass' cock inside her. She squirmed at the tickle from a droplet oozing out of her pussy. She clenched down on the dildo and held her breath, praying that he would fuck her.

His yellowed eyes focused on Licker. "Licker. You didn't get any charms, so tonight, you'll get a different type of reward."

Licker let out a whimper and inched back. Her ass lifted from the pillows as she started to get up, but then froze. With fresh tears sparkling in her eyes, she saw down.

Bass was already working his pants down. His fingers unbuttoned the fly and pushed the fabric off his muscular hips. His cock, already thick and dark, bobbed in the air as he stepped out of his trousers. "No, I'm not going to hurt you. You were good so I'm going to go nice and slow."

Merrie's shoulders dropped when she realized it wouldn’t be her wrapped around Bass’ cock. She wanted to feel him inside her, needed it with a primal hunger that pooled in her gut. She knew why Bass picked Licker, she still had a pussy and throat to open up and Merrie already had the thriban's cock in two of her holes. She understood, but it didn't temper the jealousy already churning in her gut.

Bass' shirt hit the ground and he kicked it aside. "Licker, up on the bed. Tits and Cunt, you can go to sleep if you want." He smiled to Merrie, "I suspect you want to watch."

Pushing back her envy, Merrie waited until Licker crawled up on the bed. Then, she joined the shivering teenager. The soft mattress held both of their weights without even shifting. Sama remained kneeling by the side, peeking up from the floor with a flush on her cheeks.

Licker looked terrified as she trembled. She crawled up to the pillows and presented herself. Her pussy was already swollen, the lips spread apart with juices glistening along her labia. it was one of the first times Merrie ever saw Licker act like a slave without hesitation. Licker’s knees dimpled the blankets and she jammed her head into the crevice between two firm pillows. Her slender body shook as she settled into place. Merrie could see how she kept her legs apart enough to splay the folds of her labia apart. Her nipples brushed the covers but there was a tension in the girl's back as she held still.

Merrie glanced over to Bass, who stood next to the bed. Her master didn't try to crawl on the bed. His eyes were focused on Licker and Merrie could sense a hesitation, a sadness actually, filling the thriban. It wasn’t only in his face, but she could also feel it in his heart. She turned back to Licker with the need to do something. Crawling forward, she brought her head to Licker's sex. She used her nose to push the fake tail aside and ran her tongue along the length of Licker's slick lips.

Licker jumped at the first touch, but a muted moan drifted from the pillows. A shiver coursed along her body and Merrie felt a minute relaxing of the tightness in the teenager's body.

Encouraged, Merrie licked again. She found Licker's clitoris and used the tip of her tongue to circle around it. Even after a day of forced slavery by a man, Merrie realized she was getting a lot of training on pleasing a woman. It didn't take long before Licker's moisture and soft moans rewarded Merrie's tongue.

The teenage girl came with a tiny orgasm before Merrie stopped. She withdrew her mouth for Licker's pussy and ran her tongue to enjoy the fading flavor of girl juices in her mouth. She felt excited and heated herself, a desperate longing for cock or pussy clenching her thoughts.

"Good girl, Cunt," murmured Bass. The bed shifted with his weight as he finally knelt on it. His cock dripped precum across the covers as he crawled up to Licker.

Merrie tried to get out of the way, but he rested his heavy hand against her backside, pinning her to the blanket. Merrie lowered herself to the blankets, lifting her ass to present herself. As Bass ran his thick fingers along her heated slit, she let out a long, gasping moan.

"Sable always loved watching me fuck girls up close."

It was a statement, but Merrie shivered at the thought. The memory of Bass' cock driving into Licker's ass had dominated her mind throughout the day. It was the reason she hungered to feel him inside her and now he was giving her a chance to see it once again, up front and close. She didn’t want to lose the chance, even knowing it was Licker who would get his thick cock buried inside her. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass, blindly forcing his fingers back into her sex.

"Go on," he said in a low, breathy voice, "roll over and stick your head between her legs."

Merrie let out a gasp, and then barked happily. Rolling on her back, she looked up at the heavily muscled man towering over her. His cock was poised above her belly and she desperately wanted to pull him inside her. She fought her urges and shifted her position so she was admiring Licker's swollen sex. It was only centimeters away and the smell of it sent fires flickering along Merrie’s skin. With a grin, she lifted her chin and gave Licker a lick along her clitoris.

Bass straddled Merrie's chest. His balls bounced against her breasts as he held his cock with one fist. The huge, swollen head dripped profusely as he lined it up to the tiny, rosy opening. It dwarfed Licker's entrance, like a giant trying to force his way into a doll house.

Merrie moaned and reached up to rest her gloved palms on his thighs.

"No, right here," Bass picked up her hands and worked them between Licker's thighs to keep them separated.

From the pillows, Licker whimpered with anticipation.

"Licker, you aren't going to take my entire length tonight. But, I need to open you up. So, I'm not going to let you stop me, but I'm going to go nice and slow so it doesn't hurt."

Without waiting for a response, he leaned into Licker.

From her vantage point, Merrie shivered as she saw the head nestle into Licker's sex. His precum splashed down on Merrie's face as he rocked up and down, swirling it around as he circled her sex.

Licker tried to close her legs, but Merrie's hands prevented her from moving closer. Her trembling shook Merrie and Merrie felt sympathy for Licker but an intense excitement as she watched the dark purple head sliding along Licker's shaved pussy.

The cock head seemed to find the opening and sank down a centimeter. Licker shuddered but Bass pulled back. A surge of precum oozed out from the hole at the end and splashed down on Merrie's mouth. She tasted it, salty and sticky.

Bass pushed his cock into the opening, then relaxed. He got into a rhythm, push and pull. Every time he pushed, the bare lips were dragged along with the flared cock head. When he pulled, tiny strands connected them for a moment before they broke.

He increased the pressure, working with a slow, steady rhythm. His cock pushed into the opening, but her tightness pretended him from penetrating. He was insistent as he continued. More liquid flooded out of his cock, splashing down on Merrie. She felt it coating her face as his thrusts continued to grow in strength.

Merrie felt Sama crawling on the bed and between her legs. Merrie spread her thighs as the brunette's charm bumped above Merrie's pussy. Sama backed down before she gave Merrie's slit a lick. Merrie almost cried out as she looked down to see Sama lying down between Merrie's thighs. Sama’s eyes were also fixated on the sight of Bass' cock working its way into the tight, teenage pussy above Merrie.

Sama opened her mouth and planted her lips on Merrie's pussy. Without looking at Merrie, she started to lap at Merrie's clitoris.

Pleasure tore at Merrie's thoughts as she returned her attention to Licker's pussy. Bass' cock continued to work with his steady strength, the push and pull as relentless as the ocean waves. His balls dragged up and down Merrie's chest, rolling along her breasts as he moved.

Licker's pussy was responding to the thick intruder. When he pulled back, it didn't seal shut as quickly. Instead, it remained wide open, gaping, as if waiting for his cock. Juices, both Licker's and Bass's glistened off the opening.

Bass breathed hard as he pushed it back in. His cock head compressed from the pressure. Licker surged forward, gasping, but Merrie braced her with her arms. Bass held it there, his cock pulsating with his excitement. Licker's labia started to slid around it, envelop it, and Merrie felt a surge of excitement as she watched his head start to disappear inside.

With a groan, he relaxed and went back to the tiny pushes and pulls. They didn't satisfy Merrie as much and she felt excitement growing when Bass finally pushed his cock and held it there, increasing the pressure as Licker's pussy accepted more of him. Her labia swallowed his head faster this time.

Licker let out a moan, her entire body shaking with her gasps. Her thighs tried to close again, but relaxed after a second.

Bass went back to tiny strokes, but it was only a few before he ground his cock back into the opening, holding it there until a millimeter more slipped into the tight opening. When he pulled back, a fresh coating of precum glistened on the edges of Licker's gaping hole. He did it again, a slow steady beat of holding it against the slick opening and relaxing. Each time he held it there, a few more millimeters slipped into the slick channel.

Sama pulled her mouth away from Merrie's sex. Merrie felt a whimper rising in her throat, but when Sama pressed her gloved paw against her pussy, Merrie let the whimper die with a moan.

As Bass continued to grind his cock against Licker, trying to force it open, Sama did the same with her hand. Every time her moaster held it there, Sama’s gloved hand worked its way into Merrie’s sex. Merrie struggled to take the size of the hand, just as Licker struggled with Bass’ cock.

Bass withdrew and so did Sama. Merrie and Licker both let out a whimper of longing. It wasn't long before Bass brought his cock back and Merrie felt Sama's fist entering her own channel. But, where Bass couldn't force his cock head into Licker's opening, Merrie's body could take Sama's fist.

Merrie never thought about a fist in her pussy before, but the feeling of the gloved hand forcing its way into her body send hot surges of excitement coursing through her body. She shuddered with the intensity of it as she felt Sama's knuckles rubbing against her insides.

Their master withdrew and so did the hand. Merrie felt strangely empty. She slid her hands from Licker's thighs and ran them up the teenager's flanks. Her own bound palms traced Licker's curves until she felt the hard nipples against her knuckles. As Bass pushed in and the hand slid into Merrie's cunt, Merrie suckled on Licker's clitoris and rubbed her nipples.

Licker jumped at the first touch, but then the pressure increased as Licker pushed back on the cock and Merrie's mouth. She also pushed ground down on Merrie's hands, rocking back and forth as her body grew tight with effort.

When Bass pulled back, so did Sama. Both Merrie and Licker moaned softly, gaping for breath.

It became a new rhythm. Bass pushed against Licker's opening and Sama fisted Merrie. Merrie sucked on Licker's clitoris as the girl pushed back on the cock and her palms, rocking as tiny sobs of effort flooded the room.

"Almost," grunted Bass after a number of times, "there."

Merrie was sticky, with precum and pussy juices coating her chin, throat, and chest. His balls dragged along her slick breasts and she could feel the tiny hairs dragging through the liquid coating her body.

As Sama's hand slid in, pushing completely into her body, Bass' cock head slid into Licker's pussy. It was a silent but epic movement as she saw the huge, swollen head compress down into a black spear as it disappeared into Licker's body. He pushed forward until Licker jerked, then held it there. The teenage girl couldn’t even take half of his cock, the swollen knot was centimeters from reaching the girl’s cunt.

Merrie shook with the intensity of seeing Licker's penetration. Above her, Licker's stomach clenched tightly and she froze. Between Merrie's legs, Sama had her fist completely buried in Merrie's sex, holding it there. Merrie could feel the ridges and laces of the gloves against her raw nerves. She came just as the sensations and images that assaulted her body.

"I'm going to hold it there," gasped Bass.

None of them moved, except for their panting and the powerful pulse that ran along Bass' cock. Merrie's world spun around with her orgasm crashing into her. Even without movement, it just kept coming as she clenched around the fist buried inside her.

Then, Bass began to move. Tiny, centimeter strokes, that just dragged his cock in and out. It was a minute stroke but Licker moved as if he was burying his entire length. She matched his movements, rocking back and forth at the same rate. Bass increased his strokes and Merrie saw the cock sliding in and out, glistening as he fucked her with minutes strokes.

"It's okay, you're a good girl. A good girl."

The collar slammed into Licker and Merrie could feel the pleasure filling the girl. The steady chant, which Merrie craved just as much, worked its magic on Licker and the teenage girl finally slumped on the pillow with a sob. A fresh surge of her excitement oozed out of the junction of their bodies and Merrie lapped it up.

"Just a few more," grunted Bass with a distracted voice. "Just a few more."

He continued to fuck her with tinystrokes. Without any warning, he gave her a hard stroke that drove a few centimeters inside her. Licker screamed out but Merrie was fixated on his cock as she saw it swell thicker and darker. His knot blossomed into a fist-size bulge as she watched his cum pouring down his lengths.

Merrie yanked her hands from Licker's nipples and pressed them against the teenager's belly, desperately wanting to feel it. Underneath the tightly clenching stomach, she felt Bass coming inside Licker, each jet came out with a surge that shook Licker. Licker's stomach tightened even tighter, no doubt trying to expel Bass.

Knowing what it would be like to resist the relentless force of Bass' cock, Merrie came again with a long shuddering moan. Her pussy clenched around Sama's buried fist and she wrapped her legs around Sama's head as she arched her back. It tore her apart just as much as Bass tore Licker open.

It took long minutes before Bass stopped coming. With a groan, he planted both hands on Licker's ass. His arms swelled as he pushed her off.

Merrie watched as centimeter of thick cock slid out. Then, as the cock head bulged out, it came loose with a wet, slurping pop. A flood of come burst out of Licker's pussy and poured down on Merrie's face. She opened her lips with surprise and felt it filling her mouth before running out of both corners of her mouth. She closed her mouth and more splattered caught her nose, eyes, and face. She felt the heated liquid splashing down her throat and breasts. It burned her eyes and she kept them tightly closed. The perverted part of her encouraged her to open her mouth.

She never swallowed cum like that before, never thought she could, but Merrie swallowed to clear her mouth. It was hot and slick and slimy as it left a salty burn down her gullet. She opened her mouth to gather up another mouthful of cum. It tickled the back of her throat and she had to gulp it down to avoid drowning.

The flood of cum ended quickly. Licker slumped forward, pinning Merrie's arms down. Her hips bumped against Merrie's head, then slid down until Merrie could feel the heated pussy resting in Merrie's hair.

Merrie gulped for air and wished she could see, but she couldn't open her eyes with cum pooling against her lids. She squirmed and felt Sama easing her gloved fist out of her cunt, the feeling of every lace intensely sharp as it slipped from her pussy. She arched her back, gasping for cool air.

Bass moved away. "Dog girls shouldn't be using their hands like that," he said with an amused voice. "But," he moved down, "good girl, Tits."

The last bit of Sama's glove came out with a rush as the pleasure took Sama. Merrie shuddered at the last of the leather scraped at her insides, then slumped back as a feeling of emptiness filled her. She wanted Bass even more, but she knew it wouldn't happen that night.

"Licker, Tits, why don't you help Cunt?"

Merrie didn't know what they had in mind until she felt Sama's mouth against her nipple. The tongue against the hard, aching nub sent another bolt of pleasure filling her body. Then, she felt Sama licking at the cum that coated Merrie's body.

Licker got up from Merrie and a second later, she felt another mouth at her face, lapping at the cum that coated her face.

"Good girls."

By the time Licker finished cleaning Merrie's face, Merrie was at the edge of a new orgasm. The feeling of the tongues against her skin fanned the flames and she writhed underneath their touch.

"As much as this is fun to watch," said Bass in a low voice, "I think you all need a bath. I'll start the water."

When Bass went into the bathroom and started the water, Licker stopped licking, but Sama didn't. Merrie moaned and reached out for Sama. Sama sidled up, their sticky bodies grinding against each other. Face to face, Merrie smiled and mouthed "thank you".

"You're welcome" came the silent reply.

They kissed, not because Bass was watching but simply for the closeness of their bodies. Merrie moaned softly and twisted her body until they were hugging each other. She could feel Sama's perk nipples against her breasts and the heated slickness from between the brunette's legs.

The kiss ended and Merrie looked up at Licker. The teenager was sitting on the pillow, not as a dog but as a human. She watched Sama and Merrie, but when Merrie's gaze caught hers, the teenager looked away with a blush.

Merrie returned her gaze to Sama and gestured toward Licker. She wanted to do the same with the teenage girl.

Sama shook her head and made a face. Obviously Sama didn’t want to force Licker.

Merrie wanted to press but then Bass called from the bathroom. "Bitches, come!"

Scrambling to obey, Merrie dropped to the ground and crawled into the bathroom. She expected to see Bass in the water, but he was kneeling by the tub. As she came in, he pulled her close and began to untie her gloves.

"You were a good girl, Cunt."

Merrie moaned at the pleasure, holding still as Bass commanded her body. His thick fingers worked the laces with practiced ease and he pulled them off. She stared at her hands, unwilling to unwrap her fingers. They ached when she moved them and she thought about being cropped. Would she miss them? Would the thrill of not being able to pick up anything fade? Would it hurt?

Bass picked her up, one hand on her pussy and the other on her shoulder, and set her in the hot bubbly water. Merrie spread her legs for balance, then peered over the edge of the tub as Bass pulled Licker close and started to do the same.

"And you, Licker, were a very good girl. So brave and strong. A very good girl." Merrie's pussy clenched at the impact his words had on the teenager. The resistance cracked in Licker's eyes and she leaned into Bass as the thriban finished pulling off her last boot. "A very good girl," he whispered before setting her in the tub next to Merrie.

While Bass freed Sama, Merrie turned to Licker. Licker looked warily, then backed away on her hands and knees as Merrie crawled forward. The water sloshed but there was nowhere for Licker to escape.

Breathing heavily, Licker tensed as Merrie pressed her slick, naked body against Licker's and kissed the teenager. Licker looked surprise, but Merrie just kissed her again and again. Licker tilted her head away, but Merrie kept planting tiny, slow kisses along the girl's slender throat and chin. There was a trembling in the girl as the bubbles slid off her tiny breasts. Then, Licker turned back and kissed Merrie back.

It was soft, tender, and wonderful. The water sloshed around them as Bass set Sama in the water, but Merrie didn't pull her attention away from the poor teenage girl.

Merrie kept Licker occupied until she felt Bass' strong hands pull her away. She let out a whimper, then turned to Bass. She lifted her arms as he ran a sponge down her front, caressing her breasts. The water was slick and soft and it felt good against her heated skin. His eyes remained fixed on her and she couldn't tear her gaze away.

When he used his fingers to clean her sex, she moaned. He chuckled and looked away to grab the sponge. "I saw you playing with Sable this evening."

Merrie breathed hard as he soaped her back. The water dribbled off her flanks, leaving tiny tickles before splashing into the bubbles. She wiggled a bit.

"And I think I have Borias to thank for that. You were a good girl and I think Tits and Licker and the others all had more fun because of you. I," he paused and flicked the collar, "I wish there was more than just a charm that I could thank you for."

She wanted to scream for him to fuck her, but didn't. She had to wait until he wanted her, she was his bitch. The realization sent a heated wave and she drank in the intoxicating addiction of submission.

He moved to watch her face and she closed her eyes. Everything he did, from the way his strong thumbs traced her lips to the way he blotted her face clean, left her aching for him even more. In the water, she clenched her fingers to her palms to enjoy the inability to do anything. She wanted to be his, and only his.

She felt a tickle, but it wasn't in her body. It was in the back of her mind. It was a realization of something was there, in her thoughts, but she never felt it before. It swirled around her, tingling through her skin and bones. A desire to be with Bass rose up, white-hot in its intensity. Even with him touching her as he rinsed off her face, it wasn't close enough. She had to be with him, in him, around him. She let out a long shuddering gasp as she tried to figure out what was happening.

Just as quickly as it came, the tickle and desire faded. It left behind an ache, a sense of loss. She didn't know what she lost any more than what just happened, but the distinct empty feel left her shivering.

"What's wrong?" said Bass.

Merrie didn't know how to understand. Something had happened, but she couldn't explain it or even understand. She gave him a pleading look.

"You're a good girl." But, it was obvious that he wasn't saying it for anything other than to comfort her. He finished with a splash of water and moved to Licker.

Merrie turned and watched, feeling the ache of missing him even sharper in her gut. She wanted him, needed to be him, but now there was something else she could feel. There was something else... a wispy hunger that was on the tip of her tongue. She could almost reach out, but her mind refused to explain what she just felt.

Bass finished with whispered encouragements to Licker. He pulled each of the bitches out of the tub, dried them, and replaced their gloves and boots with fresh ones.

Merrie didn't know how he would put them to sleep, since she passed out the night before. She waited in a sitting position until he finished with Sama. Standing up, he brought them back into the main bedroom and to where he kept his perfumes and brushes.

"I know we don't have a show, but I want to make you pretty... prettier again."

He sat on the ground, his legs crossed and gestured for Merrie. Merrie crawled forward and sat in his lap, her back to his chest. Her legs felt tiny in his muscular legs.

Bass picked up a brush and undid her dog ears. With quiet breaths and the soft chant of "good girl", he brushed out her ears and retied them. By the time he finished the last dog ear, she was hot and slick once again. He ran his fingers through her smoothed hair and pulled her close. His cock was hard between her legs, but he made no effort to push it in.

"Want to smell pretty?"

Merrie smiled and let out a bark. She watched with anticipation as he picked up the expensive perfume and spritzed it along her cleavage and once between her legs. The cool mist tempered her excitement, but it came back quickly.

"Go on, Cunt. Licker, you're next."

As Merrie crawled out of his embrace, she left behind a wet smear on his shaft. She sat next to Sama and watched as Bass tenderly brushed out Licker's black hair and redid her dog ears. The teenage girl's breasts were moving up and down with deep breaths as he repeated the activation words to the collar. Merrie's body clenched at the sympathetic pleasure and lowered her gaze down to the pink-dusted cleft between Licker's thighs. Bass' cock pressed against the length of the teenager's pussy and Licker rocked back and forth on it.

When Licker got up, his cock glistened even more.

Licker crawled toward Merrie and sat down next to her. She turned away from watching Bass and Sama. After a second, she crawled into the pile of pillows and dove into them.

Merrie watched as Sama was brushed out and perfumed. The brunette bitch responded in the same way to his soft words, tender hands, and kind ways. The smell of her excitement mixed with the perfume that clung around her. Merrie enjoyed the look of submission in Sama's eyes.

He finished and let her go. Sama crawled over to Merrie and kissed her.

Bass groaned. "All right, time for me to get pretty." He chuckled as he stood up. "Well, as pretty as I can get."

He stopped at the door frame of the bathroom. "This might be a bit. Go ahead and sleep. Tomorrow should be a bit less exciting than today. You are all good girls."

Bass said a command word and the room darkened. Without another word, he entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Sama kissed Merrie one more time and gestured for the pillows. Merrie nodded and followed her. They found a thick pile of pillows and sank down into them. Sama wrapped her arms around Merrie and nestled her body close to Merrie's.

Merrie rested her head on Sama's neck and closed her eyes.

In less than a few minutes, Sama fell asleep. The slow, steady breaths rubbed their bodies together, not sexual but comforting.

Merrie, on the other hand, couldn't find sleep. She kept her eyes on the bathroom door and watched the shadows of Bass moving in the light. He worked unhurriedly, obviously thinking that they were all sleeping. As he continued, he hummed a popular song from ten years before. Merrie smiled and wanted him more.

Sama's soft breath tickled Merrie's hair. Merrie turned and kissed her on the cheek, but the woman didn't move. Merrie kissed her again, this time more aggressively. Sama didn't move.

Slowly, Merrie pried her body out from the woman's embrace. She crawled quietly over to the bathroom door. Her breath came faster with anticipation. She knew he would be coming out soon and she wanted to be waiting. A flash of insight came to her and she got into the begging position, hands near her collar and her thumbs teasing the golden charm at her throat.

Bass came out and stopped in the door. He was limp, but his cock twitched to life as he stared down at Merrie kneeling in the light of the bathroom. A smile crossed his face, his tooth peeking out from his lower lip.

"Happy Cunt," he said simply.

Merrie stopped panting and gave out a whispering bark.

"Want to join me in bed?"

She nodded and wiggled her ass, rocking back and forth as she barked again. She felt her breath quickening in her chest and a smile crossing her face.

"Come on," he gestured for the bed, "sleep with me."

Merrie didn't know when she woke up, but one moment she was swimming in a seductive dream of obeying Bass and the next she stared out into the quiet bedroom. The first thing she felt was Bass behind her. His thick, muscular arm was draped over her side, his hand cupping both of her breasts. His thumb rested on her nipple. He had one of his legs hooked on her hips, the steady weight of the far larger man comforting as he held her pinned in place. Between her legs, his soft cock rested along her labia. Even soft, it was far larger and firmer than anything she experienced before.

A smile crossed her lips and she looked around the room without moving. From her vantage point, the only thing she could see was the bondage equipment and windows. The wooden shutters were closed against the night, but one of them was tilted to the side and she stared out across the canopies of trees that surrounded the mill. On the distance, the sun just started its kiss of the horizon and it looked like a razor blade sparkling in the darkness.

She blinked and let her attention return to Bass. She enjoyed the feel of his body. As he inhaled, his hairy chest brushed against her back. His cock also shifted minutely between her legs and she couldn't help as moisture began to gather. He exhaled and she leaned back into him. She could feel her weight against him, and when he inhaled again, she rocked forward.

"You're awake?"

Merrie jumped at the rumbling whisper in her ear. Twisting her neck, she turned to see Bass staring at her. His yellowed eyes were dark and shadowed as they focused on her. She shivered at the look, somehow knowing that his thoughts were in a dark place. She could almost reach out and touch them, a feeling that she could do something but Merrie was scared by the desperate urge to reach out and make Bass truly and utterly her master. She didn't know how or why, but the feeling was there, just out of her mental reach.

He shifted and lifted his arm and leg. "I have to pee."

It was such a mundane need that Merrie had to smile. As soon as he mentioned his need, her bladder decided to join in and she squirmed at the pressure. He slipped his other arm and leg out from underneath her and dumped her on the warmed blankets. Standing up, Bass smiled at her and padded into the bathroom.

The warmth of the room was nothing compared to the heat from the thriban's body. Merrie shivered at the relatively coolness and dug into the blankets. She heard a whimper as she struggled to get the blanket over her head. Stopping, she pulled back and crawled to the edge of the bed.

On the floor, Sama was writhing in the center of the pillows. Her body glistened in the dim light leaking through the windows and her breasts heaved as she panted for breath. Soft whines drifted from her throat as she rolled out from the pillows. At her throat, the copper charm glowed with faint pulses of red power. As the light brightened, tiny waves of power spread out from the collar along the woman's skin. It sparkled as the magic danced in the darkness.

Gasping, Sama rolled over and stuck her ass in the air. Her gloved hands pawed uselessly at her buttocks, as if she was trying to get some maddening itch. Merrie saw where the light gathered, tracing the line down Sama's spine. Underneath the skin, the vertebra pulsed with the same light, filtered through the surprisingly thin cover of flesh. The waves ran down Sama's spine to gather at the base where the final joint glowed almost as bright as daylight. As Sama whined and rolled underneath a pile of pillows, Merrie was struck by the sudden darkness. The brunette pawed at her back and rolled in the opposite direction and the magic transforming her body lit up the room. Her eyes were tightly closed as she came to a halt on her back, her body pulsating with light which highlighted the gasps that shook her body.

"Cunt," whispered Bass.

Merrie looked up to see Bass standing in the bathroom door.

He was naked and half-hard. He gestured to the door. "Do you have to go?"

Merrie didn't want to wake up Sama. She slipped off the bed and shivered at the touch of the cooler wood against her leather bound knees. Crawling to the door, she sat up and begged while staring at it.

"Good girl," he whispered and she felt the pleasure pooling in her gut.

Moving just as silently, he wrapped a long cloth around his waist and opened the door. Outside, a lantern lit up the hallway and she closed her eyes against the brightness.

Bass led the way down. She knew where to go, but it felt good to crawl down the stairs after him. He opened the door and rested his hand between her shoulders as they left the house.

Outside, the summer air prickled her skin. It was humid and hot. It tickled her throat and she let out a soft cough. She needed to pee badly so she hurried up as they approached the bathroom area. She shivered when they crossed to the spongy ground and she found a spot that wasn't slick with dew. Spreading her legs, she held herself still as she felt the false tail drape over her sex. The tiny hairs tickled her pussy and she didn't want to soak them.

"Good girl," he said as he squatted down next to her. His thick fingers ran up both lines of her moist slit before he pulled the tail aside.

When she let go, she felt humiliated and turned on like never before. She moaned softly at the pleasure of releasing her bladder, but also the excitement fading from the magic of the collar. No matter what Borias said, she knew that she wanted to be dominated just as much as the collar made her desire submission.

He wiped her clean when she finished. "Ready to go inside?"

She barked quietly.

Back in the room, she checked out Sama. The bitch was no longer whimpering, but her buried body continued to pulsate with red power. She looked up at Bass, but he picked her up and set her on the bed. A moment later, he crawled on the mattress and rested his naked body on his side. Merrie nestled into his chest, her back against him. He reached around and cupped her breast. Bass caught her nipple between two fingers and twisted them. His hand covered both of her tits, cradling them and using them to hold her tight to his chest.

She let out a moan. Her pussy responded with a flash of heat that redoubled as Bass positioned his half-hard cock along her leg.

With a chuckle, he closed her thighs around his shaft and used his leg to pin her down. He gave a test thrust of his hips but his soft shaft didn't budge. "Comfortable?"

Merrie felt the desire to have Bass inside her rise up. It was the soft, seductive hunger to feel him tear into her, to fuck her hard, and to bury his entire cock deep into her body. She let out a shuddering breath but then gave a soft, whispering bark. Her charm clinked lightly as she settled down in his embrace.

"Just a few hours of sleep, Cunt, then another day of sex and training. Today," he yawned before returning to whisper in her ear, "you're going to learn how to roll over and fetch."

She let out a moan, already enjoying the idea of humiliating herself by bringing him a stick. She wiggled her ass against his hips and felt his balls rolling against her thighs. She was rewarded with a surge of his cock, a pulse that coursed the entire length of the trapped meat resting against her pussy.

Merrie closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Her mind wanted to return to the dream of submitting to Bass, but her awoken thoughts reminded her that she didn't have to dream. He was right there and holding her tight. She wanted him inside her and the growing hunger kept sleep at bay.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared back out the window. The razor blade of light had brightened and the stars were beginning to fade from the night sky. She tried to concentrate on watching them, but her thoughts drew to the softening cock between her thighs. She wanted him, all day and all night. And, now that she was so close, he wasn't going to fuck her.

She imagined what it would be like, pinned in the device that kept her ass and pussy exposed. She saw the huge cock and pictured it against her asshole, threatening to tear it open. Her body responded to her thoughts, an intoxicating mix of excitement and heat that radiated from her thighs. Sweat prickled her skin as she tried to imagine how much it would hurt, and how much it would turn her on. And all he had to do was just ram into her with one, brutal stroke.

When she felt his cock growing hard, she tried to remain still. Her mind locked on the fantasy of being violated. Even as she struggled to freeze, her hips rocked back and forth with slow, minute movements. The cock continued to grow, pushing its way out from between her thighs.

Behind her, Bass' breathing grew deeper. She knew he was still awake and focusing on her. His attention felt like a heat brushing her skin. Unwilling to stop, she increased her movements and slid his cock between the tightness of her thighs.

It didn't take long before his precum came dribbling out. She noticed that he always produced a lot of slick fluid and it wasn't long before it dampened her thigh and he was thrusting between her thighs. Quiet slurping noises rose up from her legs as she continued to ride back and forth.

Bass tightened his grip on her breasts, crushing them against her chest and driving her tighter against his. He lifted his head and dropped it down so he could whisper in her ear. "Horny, Cunt?"

She took a deep breath and nodded as she barked out a whisper.

"You want my cock?"

Another stifled bark.

"In your pussy?"

She didn't have a response for no. After a moment, he asked the question she wanted all day.

"In your ass?"

Merrie moaned as she barked. She thrust back on his cock and ground his balls between their thighs. She felt his cock surging between her legs, growing hot and hard. The desire for his shaft pried her legs apart as the swollen length stretched out further in front of her. She knew the cock intimately now, but looking down at the half-shadowed shaft, she ached to have it tearing her open.

Bass pulled away and she whimpered. His fingers ran down her spine until he reached the dildo embedded in her ass. He grabbed the tail and pushed her flat on her stomach as he pulled. The thick rubber resisted being pulled out.

Merrie lifted her hips as he twisted the dildo. She felt the firm length deep in her bowels twist and pull her higher. Her asshole clenched around the base of the plug. With a struggle, Merrie pushed out as if she was shitting. But, her attempts to relax didn't help.

Bass shifted to his knees and straddled her legs. She shivered as he grabbed the tail with both hands and pulled. The tight, anal ring finally relented and she felt it stretch open to release the dildo. It hurt, a good hurt, as the butt plug slipped out. It left behind a desperate ache that needed to be filled. She squirmed with the anticipation that she would soon have his cock buried deep inside her.

Bass tossed the dildo off the edge of bed. It hit the ground with a wooden thump.

She was already moving when he gave the whispered command to present. She stretched out across the pillows at the head of the bed and spread her legs. Her breasts ground into the blankets and she stretched her arms out until they bumped on the headboard. She felt her labia refusing to peel apart until she forced her legs as far apart as possible. Her hip ached for the moment it took for her to spread open, then she inched them closer until she was comfortable. She rocked her hips and her excitement dribbled down her inner thighs.

He positioned himself behind her with his knees outside of her legs. He rested his long, hard cock on her spine and she clenched her asshole with anticipation. His length could kill her as the head tickled above the small of her back. His two balls bumped against her thighs before they dragged up. She felt him fisting his length and pulling back.

Slowly, the slick head left a trail down her back. She trembled as the precum pouring out of his shaft pooled in the niche in her back. It overflowed after a heartbeat and dribbled down her flanks. The droplets clinging to her skin tickled her senses. She wanted to touch them, but she couldn't use her hands. She didn’t want to use them even if she could. She had to be helpless, helpless and violated.

His thick head rounded the base of her spine and nestled in the "V" of her buttocks. She clenched her opening as she felt the dribbling head nestle in the opening. The dildo kept her loose, but it was tiny compared to the massive cock head poised to fill her. A inferno burned in her pussy, hot and choking, and she wanted to feel something inside her to quell it.

Bass' deep breath rumbled the air. Then, she felt it. The first pressure as he rocked forward. Lodged in her tiny opening, the cock head swelled as he pushed it against the ring.

Merrie whimpered as she felt her body fighting the intruder. It was too thick, too large. No matter how much she craved it, her anal ring fought the intruder. She knew he would dominate her body and force himself until her body ripped open on his shaft.

But, Bass relaxed. The pressure faded and she slid back into place. A hurt look crossed Merrie's face. She wanted to be violated, ripped open. She needed to be taken. She wiggled her hips to invite him to tear her open.

Bass leaned into her again. A heady mixture of pleasure and pain stormed inside her as her asshole struggled to keep it out. Precum bubbled out of his shaft and soaked her insides through her straining asshole. After a few agonizing seconds, he pulled back.

Merrie slumped forward and despair filled her. She knew what he was doing, he was easing her open like he did to Licker's pussy the night before. Merrie whimpered and pushed back, trying to keep the cock against her anal opening.

He returned to her, but it was another frustrating grind against her body before pulling away. The thick rivulets of precum added to her juices, but Merrie couldn't think past the frustration that burned in her gut.

She needed to make him understand that she wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could. She ached to make it hurt. The heat boiled in her pussy and she dug her fingers into her palms with frustration. In her mind, she screamed at him to drive into her, to bury his entire length. She could feel his hard length poised to fill her, but he continued to ease her open.

Her mind spun furiously. She knew Bass wanted to bury himself in her. She could feel his desire mixing with her own, but something held him back. It was fear and she could feel it as a dark cloud over them. Bass struggled with more than just fucking the bitch in front of him.

After a few minutes of tender ministrations, Merrie had to do something. Her mind spun as she tried to find some way to convince Bass to violate her. She tried to keep the pressure but he withdrew too fast. She tried to reach back, but her helpless hands refused to reach that far back. She slumped forward, resigning herself to the slow, steady fucking when she just wanted to be torn open.

Her breath warmed the pillow and she leaned forward as he increased the pressure. It felt good, almost deliriously good, but Merrie hungered for more. But, as a helpless, speechless bitch, she could do nothing.

Then it came to her: the collar. She remembered how he jerked when she spoke on the stairs. He also warned Sama that a shock would shove his cock into her pussy. As Bass continued to rock back and forth, the gentle master she could only dream for, Merrie plotted her own brutal violation.

Moving carefully, she planted her hands against the headboard and pushed back. She took a deep breath and tried to speak. But, as she tried, her throat froze with the remembered pain of the collar.

Bass ground his head into her ass, swirling it as the ring continued to resist him. Merrie fought against him, not wanting to give even a millimeter of pressure before she could gain the courage to set off her collar.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she waited until the next time he brought his cock to bear. As the pressure increased, forcing the tiny ring further apart, she inhaled to speak, but once again, the word refused to come out.

Merrie gasped, her breasts heaving as she tried again. When she couldn't fight her own body, she slumped forward.

"No, I'll be gentle, Cunt," whispered Bass. His hand released her hip and he slid his hand to curl his fingers on her shoulder. With his tender nature, he pulled her back into a presentation position.

Merrie trembled at the touch. He was holding her shoulders and pulling her back. His cock, the huge length poised to tear into her rectum was a straight line. It would only take a single word and she would impaled. She hyperventilated as she screwed up the courage.

Bass' fingers tightened on her shoulder, no doubt to keep her presenting herself as he worked his cock into her.

She felt the pressure peaking. She knew it was only a second before he would start to relax and ease out of her. She closed her eyes tightly, ground her palms against the headboard, and then screamed out.

"Harder!"

The collar exploded into brilliance. An electrical surge burned through her mix and ignited the flames boiling in her pussy. She came hard as she felt every muscle in her frame tighten up in a magically-driven spasm. She could barely feel her own body, but in the heartbeat it took for her to be shocked, she felt Bass spasm around her.

His hands ground down on her shoulders as he yanked her back. His cock punched into her ass and thrust deep into her body. His knot came instantly after and she let out another scream as she felt it tear her open as it speared into her. The cock, in its glorious length, drove deep into her and she felt her insides tearing wetly as his balls slammed against the back of her thighs.

Pain blossomed into a white-hot fury. It was sharp and brilliant, but as it crashed against the orgasm that already exploding inside her. Combined, they both turned into a blinding burst of sensation. It wasn’t pleasure and it wasn’t pain, just a pure sensory overload that set her entire body aflame. Her vision grew dark as she almost blacked out, but then her senses came back with a rush. Stars swam across her vision as the last of the electrical discharge left her body with a rush.

Merrie was plastered up against the headboard, her head tilted at an uncomfortable angle and her breasts crushed against the carved wooden surface. Trembling, she pushed back against the wood and gasped at the feeling of his cock, so hot and hard, filling her from asshole to her lungs. She slumped back against the headboard and let out a strangled moan of pleasure.

She could feel Bass’ heartbeat through his cock. His shaft pulsed with a powerful drumbeat, shaking her guts with a rapid-fire pounding. His balls drew up against her thighs as he let out a long, gasping breath.

She let out her own caught breath. It came out in a ragged rush of air as she felt the pain continuing to blossom inside her guts. She felt wet and swollen. A liquid heat filled her, adding to the pressure of the shaft that pierced her ass. Beyond the pain, her orgasm still raged inside her. It was an intoxicating rush of pleasure and submission. She could feel her pussy drooling with excitement, the thick rivulets coursing down her thighs and soaking the blankets beneath her.

Bass snatched his hands away. His voice was filled with horror and fear, "No, not again." His hands, now trembling, planted against her ass, and he started to pull his cock out of her. A wet surge of liquid came out and the scent of coppery cum flooded the air. She breathed it in, struggling with the mixture of familiar and unfamiliar scents.

She didn’t want to him to pull out. Even through the agony, she wanted to feel him buried inside her. It was a hunger and lust and every centimeter he withdrew left her feeling aching for his hardness. She stared at the headboard and realized it was reflecting a yellow-green light. It took all of her effort to force her head down to stare at the glow that shone off her sweat-slicked breasts. It came from her golden charm, her prize for being a good bitch.

With a start, she realized that it was the regeneration charm. The color she saw was the same when Rendi first put it on. But, if it was glowing, that meant that she needed healing. Her body clenched tightly Bass’ cock with the realization that he really tore something when he impaled her. Actually, when she made him pierce her with his hard length.

She could feel the magic already pooling in her gut. The tingle of power traced out her insides as her guts twisted and molded around his length. She could feel her intestines becoming a tightly-fitting glove that caressed every bump, vein, and ridge of his cock.

Bass continued to ease his cock out. His knot scraped through her bowels, dragging the throbbing knot toward her opening. He was harder and hotter than she ever felt. She knew that he wanted to drive into her just as much as she wanted him, but he was pulling out instead of driving it back inside her. It was fear that kept him from staying inside her.

As the cock pulled out, more fluid poured out with it. It ran down her thighs and puddled beneath her knees. She could feel it lapping against her body, mixing pleasure with the pain of his withdrawal. He stopped as his knot ground against the insides her anal ring, the last gateway before he pulled out completely. She released a strangled whimper, not wanting him to ever leave.

"I-I have to pull this out." He sounded scared, not the commanding master she expected. "Just one little yank and you’ll be free. Just hold your breath and... get ready..."

Merrie smiled through the tears that ran down her cheeks. She didn’t want him to leave, she wanted him back inside her. She wanted to feel the pain of being impaled. Another orgasm rushed up inside her, searing at her pussy, as she pressed her hands against the headboard once again. She knew how to bring him back.

Even as Bass’ cock surged with heat and hardness, he held her hips to push out. She wanted until she felt the knot bulging out of her asshole.

"Again!"

Her voice grew shrill as the collar ignited. His cock punched back into her body as she spasmed around it. Pain and pleasure mixed up into a storm of sensations, assaulting her body and mind. She felt the orgasm tearing through her. Her hands pawed at the headboard as he stopped deep inside her. His cock surged hotly inside her, moments away from coming.

The second time, it didn't hurt as much. She moaned at the feeling of being filled. He was inside her, stuffing her, dominating her. Her entire body was becoming nothing but a sheath to his cock as she felt the healing magic continue to wrap her insides around his length. And she came at the realization he could use her as nothing but a hole to fuck as deep and hard as he wanted.

She opened her mouth to force him deeper, but Bass stopped her. "Cunt, stop."

Merrie froze, her body trembling as she kept coming on his cock. She couldn't stop the pain and pleasure from mixing. It was everything she thought it would be. Wet liquid poured from the junction of her body and she kept clenching and unclenching as the world spun around her.

"Do..." he spoke in a strained voice, "Did... Was this on purpose?"

Merrie sobbed as her stomach clenched. Stars continued to swim across her vision as she drowned in the feeling of being filled. His cock filled her to the limits and she never wanted him to pull out. It took all her strength and courage to let out a strained, almost guttural, bark.

"Are you sure?"

She barked again and pushed back. His cock ground deeper inside her and the charm flashed as it continued to heal her. She didn't want him to ask question, she wanted to be fucked, to become his bitch.

Somehow, Bass knew what she wanted. He grabbed her by the collar with one hand and smacked his other against his ass. She thought she heard him whisper, "Please don't die" but then he was fucking her.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't tender. It wasn't even the strokes he punished Licker with. Merrie was fucked by a lust-filled thriban. He started with deep strokes that tore his knot out of her ass before punching it back it. Wet sucking noises filled the room as he yanked her back with one hand, then shoved her forward with the other. His cock slammed against her lungs, driving a gasp out of her throat, before he yanked the entire length out of her gaping ass.

Before she could even focus on the gaping feel, he drove deep into her. Her ass took his entire length until his balls crashed against her thighs and his cock head drove another gasp out of her body. She couldn't stop it, she couldn’t even breathe as he accelerated with hard, pounding strokes that drove her into the headboard.

Merrie was helpless against the assault. Bass was fucking her the way she only dreamed possible. His cock punched in and out with ferocity, ripping her open until her body no longer resisted his length, girth, or even his knot. She came every time she felt the fist-size bump drive into her, then again when it came out with a slurping pop.

He drove into her with a force that popped her joints. She shook like a rag doll with every thrust. And he just kept on pounding her with hard, powerful strokes. Her head rapped against the headboard in a rapid-fire staccato until he hauled back on her collar.

She felt the breath in her throat cut off as the metal ring dug into the flesh. She arched her back, which only drove the cock into a different part of her raw insides. She felt his length against her belly and when she pressed her shaking gloved hands against her abdomen, she could feel his hard cock driving into her palms with every thrust.

Merrie couldn't breathe. The desperation for cool air in her lungs only increased the pleasure inside her. She tried to clench around him, but he ruined her body faster than the regeneration could repair her. She clawed at the collar with one hand and held her belly with the other. She never wanted him to stop.

Bass grunted as he released her ass. His hand thrust underneath her arm and he grabbed her shoulder from the front. His hips surged up and impaled her fully on his cock. His thrust continue as he stood up sharply on the bed.

Without the bed underneath her, she felt unattached to the world. She was suspended in the air, with only the pounding cock in her ass and the hands holding her up. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She wasn't sure if she had one or many orgasm as her body continued to clench repeatedly around the cock that refused to stop spearing her.

Bass grunted, a primal noise, as he accelerated even more. It felt like a blur as he thrust deep into her body. Her chest ached from the punching that fought against the collar choking her.

He stopped sharply with his cock buried completely inside her. Deep inside her, his hardness swelled and stretched her out even more. She flailed around, still struggling to breathe, when he started to come. It wasn't some delicate little spurt like her previous lovers, but a hard-jetting flood that poured into her. It filled her belly and she could feel the skin stretching as she tried to accommodate the flood. The pressure added to the ecstasy and discomfort, swirling around and sending the orgasm into a brilliant, blinding fury.

She screamed out from her orgasm, not caring if the collar would activate. With the collar digging into her throat, it came out as a gasping wheeze that couldn’t even being to describe the explosion that tore through her body. Her body was no longer hers to control, she just flopped as quakes slammed through her senses. Each pulse of her heart, a rapid-fire beat, pounded through her body and sent off another flares of pleasure. She kept on coming until she thought her insides would leak out of her body.

Bass continued to slam into her, short strokes to pump more cum into her guts. Each thrust was accompanied by a guttural grunt and am impact that rocketed through her body. He kept on coming, his body taut with tension, until it poured out of her ruined asshole. The thick, wet noises filled the ground as it splashed on the blankets. He dropped to his knees and he released his collar. Curling over her, he pressed her into the cum-soaked blankets and let out a sob. He buried his face in her neck as another sob tore out of his chest. "Please don't die."

At the sound of his cracked whisper, Merrie stopped panting long enough to give a small, gasping bark.

He jumped at the noise, then clutched her tighter. "Thank you."

She barked, tears in her eyes and a feeling of satisfaction that she never felt with any other lover.

"Thank you so much." His hot tears ran down her chest, mixing with the sweat and cum.

Merrie barked and started to cry herself. She didn't care why, but she finally got she wanted. And it was worth the pain to feel such a high of being owned, truly dominated, by her master.

He held her tightly for a long time, his cock still pulsating deep inside her body. As his breath grew less ragged, he relaxed. Merrie just held herself still, breathing hard against the hands that trapped her. She felt the magic finishing its work on her insides and the tingling fade as it repaired the last of her injuries.

She heard a gasp. Looking to the side, she saw Sama and Licker at the side of the bed. Both of them had looks of horror on their faces. She gave them a smile and a little bark. Licker shuddered but neither looked away.

Bass chuckled and Merrie felt it vibrate her deep inside. "Rendi is going to kill me. Okay, I have to pull out now. Don’t you dare say anything."

They both groaned as Bass eased his cock out of Merrie's body. It came with another rush of hot liquid. It poured out of her body, searing the skin, before splashing down on the bed. He let her slump into the puddle that formed on the blankets. He reached over and yanked four times on a rope hidden by the post of the bed. Somewhere, a bell rang out.

He struggled out of bed and backed away from her.

Still lost in the intense afterglow of orgasms, ecstasy, and agony, she writhed on the bed and moaned softly. She reached down to morbidly inspect her asshole, but she couldn't feel anything through the leather. She returned her hand up and stopped.

It was coated in white and crimson. Eyes widening, she scrambled to a sitting position just as Borias burst into the room. Around her was a thick puddle of cum and blood, flecks of pink froth floated in the starkly mixing colors.

"By fucking Azus, boss!" Borias’ pissed voice shot through the room. He was at the door, wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear. "What did you do? Disembowel her!?"

Merrie looked up, a pleading look on her face. She held out her dripping glove for Bass. She didn’t know how to tell either of the men she was not hurt.

Bass continued to back away, a guilty look on his face.

Borias ignored the mess and crawled on the bed with her. He planted one hand on Merrie’s belly. She jumped at the touch, but he ground hard against her skin and barked out a spell. His hand flashed as a circle of power formed around his hands. The sudden runes stretched out from hip to breasts to pussy and glowed with yellow-green magic. A tingle of healing coursed through her and soaked her insides. She felt her body twisting and settling back into place, but there was the distinct feeling of an empty place that only Bass could fill.

Almost instantly, Borias relaxed. "You are damn lucky, girl. Without that healing charm, you be dead now."

At the door, Tabitha snapped out. "Licker and Tits, go with Dixie. Now!" The woman's voice cut through the room and Merrie jumped at the noise. A moment later, Tabitha was at the bed with an angry look on her face. "Bass, I know you were behind in ripping them open, but this? Seems a little rough for you." She turned to Borias, "How is she?"

Merrie shied away from the glares and focused on the trepidation on her master’s face.

"She be okay. Actually, very okay. Mother's healing charm is working just fine." He lifted his hand and the runes faded. He reached up and grabbed the collar for a second before releasing it. "And her collar is fine." He cocked his head, then turned to Bass. "Why be the collar fine? You didn't even trip any of the emotion filters."

As Tabitha turned to face Bass, Bass slumped against the wall. His entire body from the waist down was crimson and white. He chuckled as if he didn’t believe it. "She will live?"

"Aye, boss, she's going to be just fine. What did you do? You can't fall from grace twice, even for doing the same fucking thing."

Bass took a deep breath. "It wasn't me. It was her."

Tabitha said nothing, but Borias snapped out. He crawled off the bed and took a step toward Bass. His right hand started to flicker with a magical spell. "Right, you be telling me she wanted you to rip her like that? She isn't suicidal and you fucking know you can kill a girl on that dick-"

A flash of anger crossed Bass' face. He opened his mouth to snap back, but a sudden anger in Merrie pushed her to respond faster.

She barked.

Borias froze, then slowly turned around. A strange look crossed his face as he returned to Merrie. Bass and Tabitha were also staring at her. Bass had a look of joy on his face, but Tabitha had a dark scowl on her face.

Merrie felt fear filling her as she crawled into a kneeling position. Her knees slid through the puddle and filled the room with a wet, slurping noise. More cum poured of her ass and she felt pleasure from the sensation of it draining out of her.

"Mer... Cunt?" He held out his hand. "Why you be barking?"

"I think," said Bass with relief, "she was answering you."

Borias reached out and rested his hand on Merrie’s shoulder. "You be saying you wanted this? You wanted him to tear you like this?"

She nodded as she barked again.

"It could have killed you."

Merrie didn’t think she could die from his cock inside her. But, as she looked down at the blood and cum pooled around her, she realized how close she could have been to death. Her golden charm saved her, but she knew that she forced him into her with all her heart. Even without the magic, she had no doubt she would have done the same thing. She peeked up through her hair and gave a sheepish bark.

"Well..." He let out a long, shuddering breath as the anger fled his face. "Well, then. Fuck me ass with a broadsword, you be just suicidal as the boss."

She gave another bark and blushed.

Borias shook his head and she saw a smile as he turned away. The mage pointed a finger at Bass. "Look, boss, you might be like shoving your dick into holes like that, but don’t be doing that to Licker and Tits, k? I know that be the reason you fell, and it be feeling damn good to rip into a girl like that, but Cunt be special. She isn’t like the others and they can’t be taking your pounding."

"Are you," growled Bass, "telling me what to do?"

"Yes," said Borias in a sharp tone, "I be. And if you disagree, I be getting mother in here and we can have a talking. Tabby?"

Borias turned to look for Tabitha, but she was already gone. He sighed and spoke in a calmer voice. "Sorry, boss, I just be liking your girl and when I saw all that blood..."

Bass pushed himself away from the wall. He padded over to Borias and patted his shoulder. "I panicked too, Bori, that’s why I called for you. I swear on any god but one that I was going to be nice and slow with her. I didn’t expect her to use the collar like that."

"Aye, I saw she triggered it twice, but she be trying a few times to get through the silence filter. She wanted to speak. She wasn’t scared or angry or anything. But, hard to believe that she would want that thing," he gestured to Bass’ stained cock, "tearing into her like that. You be damn lucky she be an alpha."

"She isn’t and never will be an alpha," snapped Bass.

"How many girls have ever done that before? Ripped themselves open on your dick? Actually, boss, how be figuring out the collar to make you rip her open. I bet she be lusting after your dick for days now."

Bass opened his mouth to say something, then closed his mouth with a snap.

Borias patted Bass’ arm and headed to the door. He stopped at the frame and turned around. "And no matter what you say, that be an alpha."

Merrie stared at the door, shivering as the puddle cooled underneath her. She turned and watched her master. The storm of expressions on her face frightened her, but she felt content that she gave Bass something he wanted, needed. She was sated, not just physically, but also the hunger that burned in her mind was gone. She tightened her ass and smiled at the squelching noise that drifted up.

Bass sighed and came to her. He whispered softly, but without conviction. "She isn’t a damned alpha, Bori."

It was only six days since she first came to the mill, and three since Bass tore her open, but Merrie was happier than she could ever imagine. She opened her eyes and looked out in the morning light streaming into Bass’ bedroom. It was a late morning, no doubt because Bass fucked all three of them before drifting to sleep.

If she was still a free woman, she would be rushing around trying to find clean clothes and fresh food. No doubt, the couple next door would have been screaming at each other. He would slam the door as he stormed out for work and she would scream out the window for another ten minutes before banging around the house. Merrie always left before her neighbor started drinking, usually in a sprint to make it to work to avoid being late once again.

At the mill, there was no struggle when waking up. There were screams, but they came from the bitches being fucked in other rooms of the house. In the last few days, the terror-filled noises had faded into moans and barks of pleasure. There was no rush to run out of the house or a need to go out and earn her living. All she had to do was fuck the most compassionate kidnapper she had ever imagined.

Merrie moaned softly and stretched out along the pillows. Her right nipple slipped off the fabric and bumped on the cooler wooden floor beneath. It was a shock, but one that brought a new wave of pleasure coursing through her senses.

She loved being a sex slave.

Merrie lifted her head and looked up at the bed. Sable's ass stuck out over the edge, wagging back and forth. Her head bobbed up and down on Bass’ cock. The soft wet noises filled the room and Merrie felt a welcoming tingling gathering in her pussy. Her first longing was to crawl up on the bed and join Sable. She loved the feel of Bass' cock in her mouth, actually anywhere in her body, and the hunger only increased since he tore into her ass.

She started to get up to crawl over, then stopped when the longing was sharply replaced with a firm desire to crawl away. It wasn't fear that pushed her back, just a sense that she wasn't wanted on the bed. Merrie blinked and realized that it was similar to the feeling she got when she first encountered Dixie, like foreign thoughts drifting through her mind.

Merrie didn't resist the new desire. She stopped and sat on the pillow. The fabric rode up between her legs and brushed against her naked sex. She could feel moisture gathering at her cleft, even after being pushed away from Sable and Bass. Her gaze caught the sight of Licker and Sama.

Licker was stuck between a large, overstuffed pillow and the wall. Her back was arched over another pillow, thrusting the two tiny breasts in the air as she breathed deeply. One knee rested against the wall and her position spread her pussy wide open. Licker’s labia glistened in the morning light and Merrie thought it was one of the most beautiful things she had seen.

Sama's head was rested on the pillow between Licker's legs, in the same position where they fell asleep the night before. She was on her belly, with the curve of her back leading to a pile of pillows heaped over her legs. Right at the junction of pillow and air was Sama's tail.

The charm finished its transformation only the night before. Rendi had come up after dinner to ease Sama's dildo out of her rear. It looked strange to see one of the new girls without a false tail, but Merrie thought the new tail’s wavy brunette hairs fit Sama perfectly. Sama's new tail reached down to her knees. Whenever it wagged, her back muscles twitched with the unfamiliar sensations.

Merrie couldn't wait for her own.

The desire to look at Sama's tail and ass rose up. She let out a soft moan of pleasure and decided that Sama needed to be woken up with a blow-job. A week before, she would have thrown up at the idea of looking at a woman's nether region so closely, but now it seemed like the perfect way to wake Sama up. She grinned and crept over the last mound of pillows.

She didn't need the gloves to remind herthat she couldn't use her hands. Borias' words still sent a thrill through her. She reached out with her head and pushed the pillow aside and bared the leather boots underneath. Breathing softly and distinctly aware of the pleasure growing in her sex, Merrie nuzzled her face up between Sama's legs. She pushed aside pillows until she reached the curve of Sama's ass.

The last pillow fell aside and Merrie stopped to admire the tail. It rested limply while Sama slept. The furry part ran along the line of Sama's tight ass before dropping between her legs and covering her sex.

Merrie used her mouth to pick up the tail and push it aside. She felt it twitch in her mouth before she set it aside. Looking down at the ass, it felt strange not to see the dildo peeking out of the girl's rear. Merrie used her nose to part Sama's ass cheeks, pulling them apart until her lips caressed Sama's sphincter.

Sama trembled underneath her and lifted her hips slightly in response.

Merrie stared up at the tail that began to wag and enjoyed the play of Sama's back muscles as it waved back and forth. She decided to encourage it by darting out her tongue and circling around the wrinkled opening.

The tail wagged faster as Sama stretched out her legs. Merrie peeked up to see Sama peering at her over her shoulder, a happy smile on her face. Biting her lower lip, Sama put her head back on the pillow and lifted her hips even more.

Merrie worked her mouth lower and drank in the heady smell of excitement rising up. She nestled her body tighter against Sama and applied her tongue against the girl's ass, working the tip into the clenching opening and using her tongue like a tiny cock.

A moan rewarded her as Sama arched her back and pushed back against Merrie's mouth. Merrie continued her assault against Sama's sphincter, licking and probing until the hips rocked back and forth with growing insistence. She tasted Sama's excitement and lapped the bitch from clitoris to tail.

On the far side of the room, she knew that Bass was coming close to an orgasm. She couldn’t tell from the wet slurping noises from the bed, they were lazy, deep, and loud. Instead, the realization came from inside her head. She knew because something told her. And the same unknown source gave her something else: Sable was being playful. It was strange but somehow she knew that the loud noises weren’t for only pleasing Bass, but also a challenge. A race to see who could make their lover come faster. Sable wasn’t just sucking on Bass’ cock, she was trying to make him come before Merrie could lick an orgasm out of Sama.

Merrie froze as she struggled with the new information. She couldn't even imagine how she knew that Sable was racing, but the loud deliberate noises were distinctive. As Merrie struggled with her thoughts, Sable stopped abruptly.

Looking up, Merrie saw Sable looking at her, mouth full of cock. The bitch gave her a wink, then grabbed Bass' cock with the severed ends of her elbows and took his entire cock into her mouth. Her meaning was clear.

It was a race.

Merrie grinned and turned back to Sama's ass. She burrowed her face into the soft pillows of flesh and sought out the wrinkled opening. She breathed in the smell of pussy and sweat before she dove her tongue into the opening.

Sama jerked at the touch, then moaned as Merrie lapped at her pussy. Sama's tail smacked Merrie in the head as it thrashed in all directions. It wasn't quite under Sama's control, but the rocking hips against her face and the hot juices that coated Merrie's throat gave Merrie hope she could still win.

As Merrie licked and slurped, she moved her gloved hand up to Sama's pussy. Even through the leather, she could feel the heat of their bodies. She rested the ridge right along her knuckles against Sama’s slick pussy lips. At the same time, Merrie moved her mouth to focus only on Sama’s asshole. As she probed the one opening with her tongue, her knuckled fist pressed at the entrance of the other.

Sama let out a gasp and spread her legs, pulling her lips apart as Merrie's fist circled the opening. Her pussy was soaked as she held her hips completely off the ground to give Merrie access to her openings.

Merrie drove her fist into the velvet friction of Sama's pussy. After four days of fucking, the cunt accepted the girth of her hand easily. She reached the back of Sama's pussy, to where the hard nub marked the entrance to her womb. Merrie pumped in and out as she used her tongue as a tiny cock to work its way into Sama’s ass. It didn’t take long before Sama started to come, but even as she felt Sama’s pussy clenching around her fist, Merrie knew that Sable beat her by a heartbeat.

Bass let out a hard, guttural grunt. Merrie peeked over to see him holding Sable's head down, thrusting up as cum poured out from the corners of her mouth. It ran down her chin and throat before splashing loudly on the blankets.

Merrie had to focus on Sama's orgasm, feeling the woman clenching around her buried fist and squeezing her buttocks against Merrie's face. Her tail snapped back and forth randomly, smacking the pillows and Merrie. Sama shuddered twice, then slumped forward with a moan that ripped through the room.

Pulling back, Merrie eased her glistening fist from Sama's cunt. Slightly hazy juices dripped off the leather as she set it down on the pillow. It left a smear on the fabric.

A thump caught Merrie's attention. Sable hit the ground and bounded over to Merrie. Her cheeks were puffed out as she sidled right up against Merrie, then kissed her.

Merrie opened her mouth to accept the kiss, then almost choked as Sable pushed a mouthful of cum into hers. It was the taste of their master, salty and musky. The smell of a man who dominated her. She let it roll over her tongue before playfully pushing it back into Sable's mouth.

Sable pinned Merrie against the pillow, her curvy body belying her playful domination. Her tongue worked the thick, hot cum back into Merrie’s mouth.

They teased each other as they rolled his cum in their mouths, swirling it around as little bits dripped down their throats. A few minutes later, it was gone except for the salty taste that clung to her senses.

Merrie broke the kiss with a gasp. She saw a thick strand clinging to Sable's face and licked it clean.

"Now that," chuckled Bass, "is how I like to wake up in the morning."

Sable spun around and planted her ass right next to Merrie. As she brought her arms up to her throat, Merrie mimicked her position. A moment later, Sama crawled to her knees on the other side of Merrie and did the same.

Bass stood up and padded over to him. His yellowed gaze drifted to the side to Licker. The teenage girl was still against the wall, but her eyes were open as she watched the others. Merrie was sad to see a sullen look on the girl's face. She desperately wanted Licker to enjoy her position, or at least find some pleasure in her position. As far as Merrie knew, Licker was the only one who still fought with tooth and bound nails against their predicament.

"Come on, Licker. Right next to Sable."

Hesitantly, Licker pulled herself from the pillows. She moved with slow movements, half crouching, as she crawled around the three posing girls to sit down on the far side of Sable.

"Arms up," came the command, "you know how to beg."

When Licker finally obeyed, Bass gave an approving grin. "Good girls. Now, what should we do today? Fuck you?"

Sable and Merrie barked at the same time. Sama joined in a moment later.

"Good girl, Sable, Cunt, and Tits."

Merrie shivered at the collar. It was still addictive and intoxicating as the first time it hit her. Her charm clinked against the metal as she realized she never came. It filled her from the inside, a hunger desire to reach an orgasm curling through her thoughts.

"Good, because I'm in a good mood." His face brightened. "I know, how about a picnic? Just a little fuck in the woods?"

Merrie barked but Sable suddenly surged out of place. She bounded over to the armor in the corner and planted both elbows against it. It rang out as it hit the wall. She barked twice, then spun around to beg again.

Bass watched her, then chuckled. "It is Rabiday, isn't it?"

An excited bark.

"All right, a picnic and a bit of exercise." He turned back to Merrie and the new bitches. "Sounds like a plan. Licker's fuck will have to wait after we go on a little walk... say, five kilometers or so?"

Merrie moaned with anticipation. The daily walks always ended with at least one of the bitches being fucked. And with Sable there, no doubt Merrie would have either one of her holes filled with her master’s cock or be pinned to the ground with Sable humping her face. The knowledge that she couldn’t say no to either of them added to the growing desire pooling in her pussy.

She barked cheerfully.

==

Two hours later, Merrie crawled after their tiny pack. Sable bounded along the dirt path ahead of them, her tail wagging as she bounced from bush to tree. She stopped to squat and pee, before she ran up ahead to crawl on a fallen log and wait for the others to catch up.

Bass followed after her, walking strongly and just at the limit of Merrie's speed. He had two leads in his hand, one to Sama and the other to Licker. Like Sable, Merrie was unattached but Merrie knew she couldn’t run away even if she wanted to. She was his bitch, at least her body was. As much as she surrendered her ass that unforgettable morning, she didn’t quite feel that she surrendered her mind to him. There was an uneasy feeling that she wasn’t ready to do so; Merrie wondered if the random sensation of reaching out for him with her mind was somehow related to her feeling that she wasn’t entirely his.

He stopped at a ridge of ragged stones. Setting down his short sword and a basket with lunch, he reached down and picked up Licker. His fingers slid into her pussy as he held her breasts with his other hand. Tenderly, he lifted her over the ridge and set her down. Before he released her, he pumped a few times into her pussy and whispered “good girl.”

As he did the same for Sama, Merrie rushed over and begged to be third. She didn’t have a lead, but she still moaned as he reached down and grabbed her pussy with his large hand. His middle finger circled around her butt plug before sliding deep into her slick pussy.

Merrie trembled with the feeling, almost coming on the thick digit. He grabbed her by her breasts, his hand stretching across her chest. She leaned into him as he picked her up, cradling her against his chest and setting her down on the far side.

She whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, but he added a second and third before jamming it back into her cunt. She let out a gasp, not quite coming, and then slumped as he withdrew his glistening fingers.

“Good girl.” She let out a soft, happy whine at the thrum of the collar. The magical pleasure added to the growing desire to orgasm that still pooled in her belly. She had been awake for hours and it was quickly becoming the longest she’s gone without an orgasm in days.

He picked up the basket and his sword. As he walked by, she could smell of roasted meat and fresh bread drifting from the picnic. Her stomach rumbled and she bounded after him, ready to eat and get fucked.

They caught up to Sable at a fork in the path. One route curled back toward the mill. It was well used and showed signs of years of travel. The other was rougher and overgrown. It also headed away from the mill, toward the wilds that surrounded them.

Right at the fork were two white stakes in the ground. On their walks, Merrie saw hundreds of them scattered randomly around, but Bass never got close enough for Merrie to discere their purpose. As they drew close, she saw there was writing on each stake. The first said, "Gaping Pussy, 3/771-782." She recognized the date, year 771 of the third age; the stake was dated twelve years before. The second part was the day of year. The day Merrie was kidnapped was 762, the end of summer, which meant today was 767. She peered at the second stake which was much newer than the first: "Titty Fuck, 3/781-795". Merrie felt a tingle as she realized that the stake was just over a year old. Something had happened there and Merrie didn’t know if she wanted to find out what.

Bass stopped at the fork. “I guess we went a little further than I planned. Well, the pond is another two kilometer away. Good thing I brought enough for all of us.” He chuckled and started down Titty Fuck’s stake. A flash of sadness crossed his face, but it was gone in an instant. He spoke in a terse voice, “Those are Tabitha’s. Don’t worry about them. Come on, I’m hungry.”

Without another word, he started down the well-used path.

Merrie went to follow, but Sable stood in front of her. Merrie frowned and sat down with the need to wait.

Sable spun around and assumed the begging position. She barked once.

Bass stopped. “Sable?”

Sable gestured with her head toward Merrie, then the other path.

“That way is another couple hours, Sab. I don’t think Licker and Sama can’t...”

Sable repeated her gesture. She nodded to Merrie, then herself, then the path.

His mouth opened as realization dawned across his face. “Yeah, go ahead and take her. We’ll be at the pond for a few hours. Be back before,” he grunted, “say midday sun?”

Sable panted with her sloppy smile. She wiggled her ass--the tail smacked Merrie’s shoulder--and then barked three times. Spinning on her rear, she returned to crawling and butted Merrie with her head.

Confused, Merrie got on her hands and knees. She didn’t know where to go until Sable reached up, grabbed Merrie’s dog ear with her teeth, and tugged her down the less-used path. Merrie thought about resisting, then decided that Sable was doing something significant. She relented and let Sable direct her along the harder path.

As soon as Merrie stopped resisting, Sable released Merrie’s hair and bounded forward. Even with her cut-off elbows and knees, she was very agile as they crawled over the rough, torn ground. Merrie, with her gloves and boots forcing her on her hands and knees, wondered what it would be like if she was cropped. The thought of being amputated sent a shiver down her spine and she paused to fight the flush that filled her.

Sable barked impatiently and continued along.

Merrie hurried to catch up, but Sable just accelerated. A few minutes later, Merrie was struggling to keep up with Sable who remained just out of reach. Compared to the leisurely walks with Bass, Sable was heading directly for something and Merrie didn’t know where.

A half hour later, Merrie considered turning around once again. She struggled to crawl over a log that fell across the path. Her sweat-slicked skin reminded her of the first walk they were on. But, there was no compassionate master driving her. Just an urge to keep following Sable, to the end of the earth if needed.

As she hurried along the path, the dildo swirling around in her ass refused to let the passion boiling in her guts subside. Instead, the hurried rush only added to the desperate need to orgasm. She wondered if Sable would mind her stopping to masturbate, or if she would have to wrestle and win against Sable to find relief. She smiled at the idea of beating Sable, though she didn’t think she would ever win if Sable didn’t surrender. Her ass clenched around the butt plug and she tried not to think about Bass’ cock driving deep into her willing asshole.

The path faded away but Sable didn’t stop. Instead, she kept on walking through the underbrush. Her naked body disappeared quickly in the shadows and Merrie had trouble keeping track of even Sable’s dark tail. She followed after. As branches scraped her, she winced. Then, as she tried to get through a dense prickle bush, she felt her tail catch on branches. She came to a stop as it threatened to rip out of her and let out a whine.

Sable stopped and sat down to look at her. There was an expectant look on her face as she gestured for Merrie to follow.

Merrie didn’t think she could move. She was helpless and caught, pinned by the dildo in her ass. Carefully, she squeezed down on her ass and pulled. The butt plug started to slid out and she relaxed.

Sable barked and gestured again.

Merrie took a deep breath, squeezed her ass as tight as possible, and surged forward. Despite her best effort, she felt the dildo slid out and she let out a sob as she broke free of the bush. Turning around, she saw her fake tail swinging back and forth on the branch. Her first thought was that Bass would punish her, then second was the hope that she would get her own tail so she wouldn’t have worry about that.

Fighting back sudden tears, she reached out and grabbed the dildo with her mouth. It was still warm from her ass. It was also as clean as the day Rendi shoved it inside. She yanked it free from the bush and crawled to Sable. As she crawled closer, she realized that Bass wasn’t there, she could have just grabbed it with her gloved hands but used her mouth instead.

Sable grinned broadly. She wiggled her tail.

(Good girl.)

Merrie froze as a strange, but clear, voice drifted through her mind. It was a woman’s voice, smooth and husky as a glass of single-malt scotch, but definitely female. But, Sable’s mouth didn’t move and there was no way that either bitch had spoken. Merrie’s mouth opened and the dildo tumbled out as she stared in shock.

Sable panted and reached down to pick up the butt plug by its base. Trotting around, she positioned it back against Merrie’s sphincter and pushed.

Merrie, her mind still focused on the foreign thought, let out a gasp and lowered her body into a present position to brace herself. The dildo was pushed into her body, the well-fucked rectum taking it smoothly until it settled into place.

Sable gave her a long lick, which did nothing to help the ache inside her, before headed back along the invisible path.

Feeling unbalanced, Merrie wiggled her ass to get used to the familiar intruder, then hurried after the alpha bitch.

A few minutes later, they came up to a fence cutting through the woods. It was old and weather-beaten. Where she could see the gray wood underneath the peeling paint, it was splintered and rotted. It wouldn’t stop anyone, but it distinctly identified something Merrie never thought she would see.

It was the edge of the Puppy Mill.

A simple rotted fence marked the gateway to freedom. Beyond it, Merrie would no longer be Bass’ bitch. She would be a free woman. Running for her life, but free. Merrie froze in mid-step as she stared at the fence. The part of her that wanted to run was only a small one, the rest of it had surrendered to Bass. She didn’t want to leave her master, ever. She wanted to be his bitch for the rest of her life if she could manage it.

Sable continued to the fence and crawled through her. Her large breasts scraped along the wood as she struggled with her efforts, then she hit the ground with a thud on the far side. Turning around, she gestured for Merrie to follow.

Merrie felt the tears burning her eyes. She shook her head and took a step back.

Sable rested her elbows on the bottom of the fence, her eyes filled with compassion. She gestured with her head to her right. When Merrie didn’t move, she repeated the gesture and Merrie felt the urge to look.

Merrie crawled over, stopping centimeters away from the fence and peered through the slats. Beyond the fence, in a small clearing, was a single white stake. Painted bright white, it looked completely out of place in the middle of a natural area. With a start, Merrie thought back to the last stake she saw, at the fork in the path. They were at least a half kilometer away and she had forgotten it.

Sable repeated her pointing gesture again, then pushed herself off the fence to crawl toward the stake.

After a moment’s hesitation, Merrie crawled through the fence. As soon as she passed the fence, she felt an unfamiliar tingle course up her spine. It came with a sense of loss and she wondered if she had done something terribly wrong. Fighting back tears, she rushed to catch up with Sable. As they got closer, Merrie strained to read the words on the stake.

"Fuck Balls" was the name and a date from eight years before.

Merrie sat down and gestured to Sable, trying to ask if Sable was the one on the name.

Sable shook her head and circled around the stick. She sat down and stared at the far side.

Merrie followed suit to peer around on the other side where someone added a new name to the marker: Dixie. She knew that Dixie and Sable were both kidnapped like herself, but to see the name brought it into stark reality. Something happened to Dixie right there, the same thing that happened to all the other bitches. Merrie struggle with the purpose of the stake, it was right on the tip of her tongue but her mind refuse to focus on it.

Sable padded over and kissed Merrie. It was a soft but forceful kiss. Then, Sable headed back the way she came.

Merrie stared at the post for a moment, then followed Sable. As she passed through the fence, she felt the same tingle coursing up her spine. Curious, she backed through the fence and felt the tingle as a line of force right through the middle of the fence. She held herself there, rocking back and forth as she tried to explore the strange sensation. She couldn’t see it, but she could picture an invisible ward surrounding the mill.

Sable barked with a wry grin on her face.

Blushing, Merrie finished crawling through the fence and bounded after Sable. Together, they headed back toward the mill. Merrie paid attention to their route so she could find Dixie’s stake again.

Sable brought them along a different route through the woods, but Merrie trusted her with her life. It felt good crawling along the ground next to Sable; she could almost picture herself as a dog in a pack, a bitch just like Sable. She smiled at the thought and just enjoyed the feel of the soft, moist earth underneath her hands and knees. It didn't take long, maybe thirty minutes, before she came over a hill and she saw Bass by the pond.

Her master was lying on the grass, sprawled out and looking relaxed. He had one arm around each of the bitches, hold them loosely to his dark gray chest. As Sable and Merrie drew closer, Merrie caught sight of Sama’s gaping asshole still leaking globs of fresh cum. It pooled in the ground underneath her, streaking the green grass with white streaks. On the other side, Licker was facing away from Bass and had both hands pinned between her legs. Her gloved fists were pressed up against her pussy, but more cum oozed out from between her bound fingers and soaked the ground underneath her.

Merrie wanted to be them at that moment and clenched her own openings with hopeful anticipation.

Sable rushed forward with a bark and Bass glanced up at her. She threw herself into him.

Sama and Licker rolled free as he grabbed Sable and flipped the bitch on her back. Sable held herself still, her throat bared as she looked at Bass with smoldering eyes. With deliberate movements, Sable thrust her breasts up toward him.

Bass chuckled. "And where did you two go? She didn't try to run, did she?"

Sable shook her head and licked Bass' nose.

He looked at Merrie and smiled. "Good girls."

Sable moaned and wiggled her body. The short stumps of her arms and legs quivered as she arched her back. He lowered his head and caught her nipple in his mouth, nibbling on it before tugging it between his lips. The large breast was pulled up by the nipple before it slipped from his lips with a snap. She let out a soft moan and spread her legs. Her hips rocked up toward Bass in a unmistakable request.

Bass grinned and nipped her nose. He whispered softly, but Merrie could hear him. “Not now, love. I need to work out. You never know if someone is going to attack the mill again. Then,” he chuckled, “I’ll fuck you in the water to cool down.” Bass stood up. "All right, I need to do this. Keep an eye on the bitches, okay?"

Sable barked again. She crawled to her knees before she bounded over to Merrie. She was obviously excited as she circled around Merrie twice, then sat down heavily with a sloppy grin on her face.

They watched as Bass headed to his sword. His cock swung as he plucked his sword from the ground and strapped the sheath around his naked waist. It looks strange to see him wearing nothing but the white sheath and the hilt sticking out in front of him. His gray skin was dark in the sunlight as he walked a dozen meters into a section with low grasses.

Bass sank down to kneel in the center. He closed his eyes and straightened his back. He brought his hands into a praying position. Soft words rumbled in his throat, but Merrie couldn’t hear them from her distance. As he prayed, Merrie focus on him with all her attention. The world seemed to collapsed around her, growing dark with her attention. She stopped noticing the grass underneath her, the trees blowing in the wind, and even the sun above her. The fields grew dark and then faded away until the only thing she saw was her master.

Her heart thumped as she admired him. Bass was her kidnapper and his rapist, but Merrie loved him with all her heart. She hungered for his compassion and his tenderness. She loved him with all her heart when he was gentle just as much as when he fucked her with all his might. She didn't want to think about being sold or taken away from her precious thriban master.

She already surrendered her mind and body to him. He woke up the submissive inside her but she still couldn't shake the feeling that she could give even more to Bass. More than just wet holes to fuck and a willing body to submit to his will. There was something far more intense than being trained and humiliating herself as a bitch for him. There was some part of her that just needed to be given, surrendered. It just needed her to reach out with her mind and--

Pain exploded across her senses. The world exploded into a bright light as she grabbed her shoulder and smacked Sable instead. Gasping, she looked down to see Sable’s teeth clamped down in the flesh, deep enough that blood welled up from the bright teeth visible beneath her pulled back lips.

Merrie stared in shock. Sable had just bitten her.

Sable released her grip on Merrie's shoulder but continues to snarl as she pulled back. A growl, deep and threatening, rumbled in the curvy woman's chest. She stepped back before she purposefully moved between Merrie and Bass. There was a determined look on Sable's face as she glared at Merrie.

Merrie couldn't understand what happened. One moment, Sable was bouncing happily next to her and the next she was snarling at Merrie. Fear rose inside Merrie but her collar prevented it from consuming her thoughts. At the same time, she felt an intense feeling of being rejected. She was being pushed away from Bass and there was only one person between her and her master. Sable was pushing her back, with a snarl and somehow projecting her thoughts.

It wasn't a physical rejection, but the force of it made it hard for Merrie to breathe. The emotions were intense and brutal, untouched by the magic of her collar. Tears burned at her eyes as she tried to call out to Bass, to beg him to explain what was going on. She reached out with her gloved paw, her helpless fingers bound tightly to her palm. She couldn't talk but she desperately wanted him to look at her, to see what Sable was doing.

Merrie's mute actions infuriated Sable even more. The curvy bitch surged forward, mouth open as she growled. Her teeth looked suddenly sharp, like a dog’s.

Merrie let out a shriek and flung herself away.

Sable’s teeth clamped down on Merrie’s right breast and a burst of pain exploded from the soft, delicate flesh. Teeth dug in deep, and then Sable flipped Merrie on her back.

As soon as Merrie hit the ground, Sable released her and crawled on top. Sable's weight crushed her as Sable lowered her head until they were centimeters apart. The growl continued, vibrating Sable's body and shaking through Merrie's skin. Their eyes matched and Merrie found herself staring into the crystalline brown of Sable's hard gaze.

Sable was threatening her, but Merrie didn't realzie the full impact until she felt it sliding into her thoughts, driving away everything but the sharp realization that if she kept reaching for Bass, Sable would kill her. The images in her mind were intense, as if she was actually performing it. She could feel Sable's teethmarks still on her breasts but the images forming in her head showed a far more terrifying fate, of Sable somehow turning into a beast and savaging Merrie. She could imagine the pain of being torn to pieces of the formerly adorable bitch.

Merrie tried to look away, but her eyes were locked into Sable's gaze. She was forced to live through the projected threat. Her body jerked with the imagined attacks and she could feel imaginary blood pouring out of her phantom injuries. As the mental Sable attacked, Merrie felt the fear burst through the protection of the collar and flash through her mind. She tried to scream as the pressure built up, then she lost control.

She felt her bladder releasing and hot urine poured out from between her legs. It coated in the insides of her thighs and soaked into the ground below her thighs. It was humiliating, losing control from an imagined threat.

Sable, on the other hand, seemed to relax as the scent of Merrie's fear rose up. She crawled off Merrie but didn't relax. Her body was tense, vibrating, as she regarded Merrie with hard eyes.

Merrie inched away from the puddle of warm liquid and crawled to her feet. She was disgusted by the pee that clung to her skin and tried to shake it off but failed. She kept her body low and tried not to breathe in the scent of her surrender. Shame burned her cheeks as she stared at Sable, trying to understand what had just happened.

Behind Sable, Merrie could see Bass still working out. He didn't act as if he saw Sable and Merrie facing off. Merrie wanted to go to him, to hide behind him.

As if reading her thoughts, Sable shook her head sharply and growled again.

Whimpering, Merrie took a step back.

Sable nodded and gestured for Merrie to keep crawling away.

Merrie stared in shock, still struggling with what happen, but one thing was clear. Sable wanted her away from Bass. Merrie felt the sharp pain of rejection in her gut. It was completely different than anything she encountered at the mill and it stunned her. Something had changed, something in the hour since Sable trusted her enough to go to the very edge of the mill and back.

She turned away from Bass and Sable. Her mind spinning, she decided to snuggle up to Licker and Sama. Looking around, she saw Sama still sleeping on the ground, but the black-haired teenager was gone. Curious, she crawled toward Sama.

Sama was sleeping with a content smile on her lips. Her hair was still bound in the dog ears, but a few strands stuck out and clung to her face. Along her pussy lips, still swollen and a rosy pink, Bass' cum dried in the summer sun. The ridge of Sama's fist rested against her pussy as she slept half-curled up in the longer grasses.

Merrie gave Sama a kiss on the cheek. She straightened up and looked around for Licker. But, when a metallic bang shot through the air, she spun around to look at Bass and Sable.

Bass stood at the end of a kata maneuver, holding his sword straight out. His formerly naked body had a piece of shiny armor wrapped around his upper arm. As she watched, he spun around and brought the point a decimeter from the ground, the air grew hazy and two plates of armor appeared around his forearm. In a split second, they slammed into place with a metallic crash and the armor sealed around his arm.

He swung his sword around and let out a commanding bellow. As he came to a halt, more pieces of armor appeared around his other arm and slammed into place. The squeal of metal ripped through the air as it settled into place.

With a start, Merrie recognized the armor as the set from the bedroom. She didn't know Bass could summon it, but then she heard of paladins and other warriors who could equip their items with summoning magic. In her life before the mill, she never encountered any of the mystical warriors. Actually, when she thought about it, the adventures and fighters she read about in the weekly sheets were just like actors and royalty, people she heard about but never thought she would ever meet.

Bass took a step and threw open his arms. The breast and back plate appeared and crashed into his hairy chest. His entire body shook from the impact as they sealed into place. The burned out, blackened symbol was almost painful against the brilliantly polished armor. He stepped forward and more pieces of his armor slammed into place.

Merrie felt a flash of something as the leg plates began to appear. It was just on the corner of her eye and when she looked, she couldn't see it. Then, Bass finished another maneuver and more armor slammed into place. Just as the armor sealed around him, there was a flash of light that coursed between Bass and Sable. The next time Bass moved, Merrie was watching as she saw a flash of a connection form briefly between the two. The more armor Bass summoned, the more solid the connection formed until it became obvious what it was.

A leash.

There was a mystical leash between Bass and Sable. It was haze around Bass, but it seemed to go from his heart to Sable's; the translucent line of energy disappeared right between her two large breasts. Merrie took a step forward, then stopped to avoid antagonizing Sable. She held herself still as she stared in surprise.

Bass grunted loudly and jumped straight up. His powerful legs carried him a few meters off the ground before he swung his sword in an overhead slash. He hit the ground and the dust exploded around him.

As the leash flashed, Sable shuddered just like when she came. The line was steadier, almost physical expect where it flowed through Bass' body with his movements. He continued to work, not reacting to the leash as it sailed through his skin. He swung his sword at neck high and a wave of force blasted out of the blade to cut through the grasses a dozen meters away. At the same time, the connection flared once again and Sable squirmed as she inhaled sharply.

Merrie felt a longing as she regarded the connection. It was something beyond Sable surrendering her body, or even obeying without question. It seemed like a mystical representation of the closeness between Sable and Bass; the bitch seemed to know exactly what her master wanted, did whatever he needed, and was just as natural to him as his wonderful cock. Sable was a lover, a friend, and a whore all in one package. Merrie didn't know if the connection was why they were so close or just a result. All she knew is that she desperately wanted the same thing with Bass.

Her realization came into focus. Merrie was struggling with the need to surrender herself to Bass, to give more than her body, more than her mind. She ached to be more than holes for him to fuck and a bitch to order around. She wanted to give him that connection, to truly and utterly give up her heart and soul to the man.

Now that she knew what she craved, she had to find a way. Her gaze focused on Sable. The bitch was squirming back and forth, rocking her pussy against the ground as Bass continued to work out. She seemed to be in rapt fascination with every movement of his sweat-slicked body. Merrie could almost picture the lust in Sable's eyes.

Merrie didn't want to interrupt their time together. She felt sad that she couldn't lust after Bass in the same way, but she didn't understand why Sable reacted so poorly. With a sigh, she turned away again. Sooner or later, she and Sable would figure it out.

Even though it hurt to leave, she decided to find Licker. She looked across the fields and crawled toward the nearest grass, expecting to find Licker cowering in the sun. But, there was no teenager hiding in the grass, or behind the rocks. Merrie felt a prickle of worry and wondered if some terrible beast would attack with Bass so close.

She caught a flash of movement on the opposite side of the pond. Crawling up on the rock, she perched herself on the top and peered across the waters. She saw Licker on the far side, moving violently against another pile of rocks that jutted out of the ground. Curious, Merrie crawled down and headed toward the teenager.

Licker was kneeling against a rock, rubbing a rough edge against the laces of her glove. Almost all of the strands were frayed as she whimpered with her own desperation. The collar bounced around her neck as her entire body shook from her frantic movements. With a snap, the laces gave and Licker clawed at the glove to peel it off. She spun around as she started on the second glove, then froze as she caught sight of Merrie.

Merrie paused in mid-crawl, staring up at Licker in stunned shock. She was expecting to find Licker cowering and wanted to tease her into an orgasm, she wasn't expecting to find the teenager trying to run away. As she stood there, she didn't blame Licker for trying. Being kidnapped, raped, and forced into sexual slavery wasn't for everyone. It was the right thing for Merrie, but Merrie was different, much like Sable and Dixie were different than all the bitches.

When Merrie didn't movie, Licker started on her other glove. Her fingers pulled out the laces and tore open the leather glove. She let out a gasp of breath as she peeled off the leather and tossed it into the pond.

To Merrie, Licker looked more naked than she had ever seen the girl. Bass took off their gloves and boots every night for their bath, but it didn't have the stark contrast of seeing Licker free of bondage in the middle of the field. It felt wrong to Merrie, but she didn't know if it was because she had already given herself up to her new life.

Licker frowned and crawled over to Merrie; she still had her boots which prevented her from walking. As she drew close to Merrie, Merrie held her breath, but Licker surprised her by reaching out and grabbing Merrie's right hand. She started untying the laces before Merrie could respond.

Merrie froze in shock, staring down at the delicate fingers that removed her own bondage from her slack arm. It was a tender, compassionate maneuver and something Merrie didn't expect. She didn't want to be free, but she couldn't find the words or the energy to stop Licker from peeling off one glove and the other. As her fingers came free, Merrie stared at them as she tried to stretch out her hand. She worked one finger at a time, peeling it off her palm and watching as she trembled with the now unfamiliar sensations of her digits.

Licker finished Merrie's second glove, then made a grunting noise. When Merrie looked up, she gestured to Merrie's boots before working at her own. It only took seconds before Licker was yanking off the second boot and tossing it into the pond. She looked happy as she regarded her bare feet and Merrie realized that Licker had a beautiful smile.

Merrie thought about running away with Licker. She knew where the fence was and how to get there. It would be a fast run. She glanced over her shoulder across the pond where Bass and Sable were still lose in their own tiny world. It would be so easy.

But, Merrie didn't want to leave. She loved being a slave, being fucked, being owned. It was right for her and something she never wanted to leave. If she escaped, she may never find anyone as compassionate as Bass, kind as Borias, and even as playfully violent as Tabitha. She was happy at the mill. Even with Sable's recent attack, Merrie loved Sable just as much as a sister. They were a pack together, or as close as Merrie could be in their pack without being an alpha.

An epiphany blossomed in her mind at the thought. After five days at the mill, Merrie was familiar with the random sensations of being able to reach out from her body, a desperate urge to somehow grab Bass and hold him tight. It scared her at first, but the intensity reminded her of Sable's connection to the thriban. She could almost picture herself throwing out a rope in attempts to surrender more than her mind and body to Bass. The tingling wasn't just love and passion and surrender, it was an instinctive desire to bind herself to Bass.

She could only imagine two bitches who were so close to their masters that they would do anything: Sable and Dixie. Both were alphas at the mill. Both were utterly close to their masters, Bass and Tabitha.

Only alphas to bind to their masters.

And she could bind herself to one.

There was only one explanation.

She was an alpha.

Merrie felt sudden tears burning her eyes. She wiped them from her face just as Licker pulled off her other boot. Looking down at her suddenly bare feet, Merrie knew she couldn't leave. Now not, not ever. She rested her hand on Licker.

When the teenage girl looked up in confusion, Merrie shook her head. She mouthed the words, "I have to stay."

Licker whimpered. She was frustrated and desperate. She grabbed Merrie's bare hand and tugged Merrie to her feet.

Merrie swayed from the unfamiliar sensation of standing up. She wanted to drop back to her knees, to surrender.

Tugging on her hand, Licker tried to pull her along, to encourage her to run just like herself. The girl was desperate for freedom and it hurt Merrie to look into her brown eyes and see the desperation.

"Please?" mouthed Licker, unable to talk with the collar still around her neck, "I have to go."

In that moment, Merrie made a decision. She grabbed Licker's hand, then pointed in the direction of Dixie's stake. It was the closest spot to freedom and Licker's only chance. Merrie needed to stay, but if the teenager could escape, then both of them could be happy.

Licker gasped, then kissed Merrie on the cheek. She spun on her heels and stumbled toward freedom.

Merrie watched as Licker sprinted across the fields, then disappeared into the trees. Even as she hoped Licker would make it, she somehow knew that Licker would be caught if she didn't do anything. Her heart quickening, Merrie dropped to the ground and grabbed her boots. Fumbling with the leather, she pulled them on as she tried to figure out how to help.

A memory swelled up in her mind. It was the feeling of rejection that morning when Sable wanted to be alone with Bass. There were other times when new emotions would drift through her thoughts but they weren't her own. They always came around Sable and Dixie. Merrie wondered if she could do the same thing, if the ability to project was part of being an alpha. If she could, then maybe she could distract Sable long enough for Licker to escape.

As she struggled to pull on her boot, she watched across the pond for signs of Sable looking away from Bass.

Sable watched Bass with rapt fasciation as he ran through his weapon maneuvers. There were flashes of power as he started to dismiss his armor, piece by piece. It was beautiful, even from a distance, to watch as his powerful form was revealed.

Then, the moment Merrie was waiting for. Sable cocked her head and looked around. Merrie could almost feel a growing concern radiating from the bitch, even across the pond. Desperate to help Licker, she tried to project her thoughts. At first, it was just her mind echoing inside her skull for a moment, but then she felt a sensation of pushing out from her body. It was like trying to pull Bass closer, but instead she was radiating the storm of emotions inside her. She stopped instantly, feeling elated and knowing she needed to distract Sable. She wondered if she should pretend to be afraid or some other emotion, but settled back on confusion. It was an honest emotion at least. And being honest to Sable was important, even if she was distracting her.

Hands resting on the laces of her boot, she closed her eyes and pushed out with her thoughts. She could feel it blossom out of her body, like ripples in a pond. It spread out in all directions but she couldn't feel it after it left her mind. It was like screaming into the night and being unable to hear her own breathing.

Then, she felt a response. An intense wave of concern that splashed against her as she got the image of Sable spinning on her rear, then rushing toward her. Peeking up, she was surprised to see Sable bounding around the pond toward her.

Merrie realized she was not wearing her gloves and boots. Berating herself for not dressing first, she grabbed the second boot and jammed it on her foot. Her big toe cracked from the impact but she twisted the boot until her foot slid into place. She heard and felt Sable growing closer and redoubled her efforts to get her boots laced into place.

(Pack sister,) came a thought. It was the woman's voice from before, filled with smoke and whiskey.

Looking up, Merrie saw Sable come to a halt next to her. The bitch was not smiling, but neither was she angry. Instead, there was a cloud of sadness that surrounded her as she looked down at Merrie's bare hands and the open laces on her boots.

Merrie whimpered as she struggled with the boots. Her fingers refused to move and she felt clumsy with an audience. Her fingertips scraped against the boots. She stopped as she stared at the boots. There was no way she could put on the boots without help. She lifted her gaze to Sable who watched with sadness.

Then, a frown ghosted across Sable's face. She lifted her head and peered around her. Merrie knew she was looking for Licker. When Sable's gaze returned to Merrie, it was Merrie's turn to look sad.

To Merrie's surprise, Sable gave an understanding nod. She blinked as a wave of power radiated away from her, following the translucent connection between her and Bass. With the distance, Merrie could almost see the pulse sailing across the water before it struck Bass.

Bass looked up sharply and even from across the pond, Merrie could see a look of concern on his face. "Licker?" His voice carried out over the water. Moving sharply, he ran to the same rock Merrie perched herself on and crawled to the top. He shaded his eyes as he looked around."Ass Licker!?"

Merrie shuddered at the sound of his voice. Tears burned in her eyes as she prayed Licker would make it. Looking down at her bare hands, she wondered how Bass would punish her.

Sable rested the end of her elbow on Merrie's palm. Merrie looked up as bitch inched closer. Then, Sable stepped into Merrie, crawling up her and pinning her to the ground. It wasn't the violent attack from before, or the playful tackle, but an irresistible force as Sable planted her breasts along Merrie's and drew herself close to rub their cheeks together. Merrie could feel Sable's breath on her ear as Sable wiggled closer. Then, Sable's lips brushed against Merrie's earlobe.

"I love you, sister," it was Sable speaking in the same voice Merrie heard in her head, but Sable's voice was rough with disuse, "but I can't let you bind to my master."

Merrie froze, her mouth open with surprise. Sable's voice echoed in her thoughts.

"You must remain a beta until you are sold. Please, sister, don't make my mistakes. Don't bind yourself, please?"

There was an intense sorrow that came with her words. It was a shadow that hung over Sable, something terrible that happened that Sable couldn't describe. Along with it came understanding of a new word, beta. It took her a moment to figure out what Sable meant: an alpha without a master.

What Sable asked Merrie struck deep. Sable didn't want Merrie to bind with Bass, Borias, or anyone else at the mill. She wanted Merrie to be alone, terribly alone, until she was sold to the highest bidder. And that bidder would end up being her master, one way or the other. The idea of a complete stranger being her one and only sent a pang of fear and jealousy coursing through her mind. She could never have Bass. She would never truly enjoy submitting to him, not the way Sable gave herself. No matter how much she loved Bass, he would never be her master.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks. She mouthed the words, not caring of Sable corrected her. "Why? Why not?" She was devastated as despair filled her.

Sable kissed her and her own eyes sparkled with tears.

Merrie repeated herself, lips moving against Sable's.

"Because it would kill him."

The words ran true, said with Sable's mind and body. Merrie didn't understand, but she could feel Sable's conviction in the words. She wanted to ask more questions, but Bass came crashing through the grasses and Sable scrambled off Merrie. She sat down next to Merrie who struggled to get into a begging position. Merrie didn't know if it would help, but begging for forgiveness seemed like the right thing to do.

Bass stopped as he came into view. He was still naked except for the sword in his hand. He looked worried until he focused on Merrie, then relief flooded his face. He let out a long, shuddering breath. "You didn't run, Cunt. I was afraid-" He stopped himself with a stricken look. Then, he sat down heavily on the ground. "Licker is gone, isn't she?"

There was no denying it. Merrie gave a hesitant bark.

He let out a groan and pulled out a whistle from the side of his sheath. “I haven’t had to do this in years.” He blew on the whistle, but no noise came out. After a moment, he blew three more times, then once more. Replacing it, he stared at Sable and Merrie and let out a long, depressed sigh.

“Come on, Cunt, let me fix those boots.”

Surprised, Merrie obeyed. She crawled into his lap and nestled her rear into the space between his thighs. She was terrified and comforted at the same time.

He reached around her and began to untie her laces, just like he did every night for their bath. “You know, I have to punish you for this.”

Merrie shivered and let out a whimpering bark.

"One for every glove and boot you took off-"

Merrie closed her eyes. She knew that it would be a real punishment instead of an excuse to fuck her.

"-and one for letting Licker run away."

She didn't regret helping Licker. It was the right thing to do for the girl and the worst thing she could do for herself. But, it felt right taking the brunt of Bass' punishment. She only hoped Licker would make it to the edge of the mill.

"Tonight, you get the cage. No fucking, no orgasms, no fun. And you get your cum from the bowl."

She shivered at the angry and disappointed words. It was a punishment for her now, to go without an orgasm for the night. But, she deserved it and would accept it. She could have stopped Licker if she wanted to.

“And you, Sable-”

Sable lifted her head and there was a sad look on her face.

“-will spend the next six days with Grange. He needs help with keeping his bitches in line and maybe you can temper his beatings a bit."

Sable whimpered and began to beg.

Bass shook his head and his arms tightened around Merrie. "I know, but you didn't do your job. And you know what is going to happen to her now, don't you?"

Sable lowered her head and barked softly.

Bass reached out and stroked her head, his large hand covering both of her dog ears. At the same time, he reached one hand around Merrie to hold her breasts and pull her tight to his chest. His cock twitched with the movement and he planted a single kiss right at junction of Merrie's neck and shoulders. “I love both of you, but there are rules.”

“You,” announced Tabitha as she squatted down next to Bass, “are pathetic.”

Tabitha was smiling broadly, like a cat who just ate a mouse. She was just as naked as Bass. She had a familiar white stake in her hand, unlettered, but otherwise was completely unarmed.

Bass didn’t look at her. Instead, he focused on reworking the laces on Merrie’s boots. “Just get her, Tabitha.”

“Which one?”

“Ass Licker. The teenager.”

Tabitha used her finger to start writing the name on the stake using a fingernail. The paint peeled from her touch as she carved Licker’s name and the date on the side of the stick.

Merrie felt a presence next to her and looked over to see Dixie on Bass’ other side. The tiny silfae’s cock was a full mast, but it looked like a little boy’s shaft. Merrie wondered why he was so excited.

“There we go,” giggled Tabitha. “The first marker of the season. I love the smell of fresh meat in the morning... afternoon." She leaned over to Bass, "Don't you?"

“Drop it,” grumbled Bass as he struggled with Merrie’s laces.

“I can’t believe that the mighty and compassionate master had somehow not charmed a bitch into raising her tail every time he rubbed his cock."

"Tabitha..."

"No, no," chuckled Tabitha, "I want to enjoy this a little bit more. I mean, I didn't think this was possible for you to lose a girl. You are so sickly sweet that they cream just seeing you come in the room. And you, the mighty Bassimar Sarmo, actually lost a bitch with Sable next to him!."

"Tabitha!" The lace in Bass’ hands snapped and Merrie whimpered at the feeling of being trapped between his powerful arms.

Tabitha stopped, a brief glare storming across her face. As the seconds filled the silence, the storm turned into a wide grin. She whispered loudly, not even trying to be quiet, "You lost one."

"Yes, I know!" His yell rumbled across the valley.

"That also means you just forfeit twenty shares to me."

Bass' lips compressed into a thin line. "I know."

"Well," she stood up and patted his shoulder. "At least you still got your balls and a couple more holes to fuck." She stretched and twirled around. She spoke in a sing-song voice as she pranced around them. "I'm gonna go hunting."

Between one step and another, Tabitha lurched forward as hair sprouted along every centimeter of her skin. It coursed along her body as she expanded and swelled. Her features melted and reformed she melted into a wolf-like creature. It was the same one that threatened her in the great hall, but it was only as large as Bass instead of towering over him. Like before, it had a large cock sheath and a tip of a cock sticking out of it. The creature sniffed the air and circled Bass again before it came to a stop. She looked at Bass with almost a laugh on her face. Then, she belted out an ear-piercing howl before sprinting away in the same direction as Licker.

Dixie carefully stood up. He glanced up at Bass, but then focused on Merrie.

Merrie felt a tingling coursing over her skin. She felt the connection of power stretching out from Dixie, a shimmering line that connected him to the dwindling form of Tabitha. It was the bond between Dixie and Tabitha, the bond of an alpha. The connection flashed and she could feel Dixie pulling power from Tabitha. He kept his brilliant blue eyes locked on Merrie as he transformed into a second wolf.

Merrie glanced down to see his cock still hard, but instead of a tiny little thing, it was a full-blown dog cock, with a wedge-like head and a knot at the base. It sunk back into Dixie's sheath before he let out a howl of his own. She jumped as he shot out after Tabitha.

Something hot splattered on Merrie’s back. She twisted her body to see tears rolling down Bass’ cheeks. He was trying to pull the lace out of her boot, but his fingers kept slipping. His lips worked but she had to strain to hear the words.

“... I’m evil now. I don’t have to save her. Please, don’t let her scream...” His eyes flickered up to catch her looking at him. He clamped his mouth shut and pointed forward. “Cunt, look that way.”

Feeling disturbed, Merrie settled back into place and held still. She watched as Bass regained control of his fingers and pulled out the laces. He unwrapped a replacement from around his sword and threaded it into place. By the time he tied off the first boot, he was calmer and the tears stopped rolling down her back.

“Tonight-” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Tonight, I’m moving Tits’ transformation charm over to you. She can have your regeneration charm because I’m going to fuck her hard since she’s the only bitch I’ll have tonight.” It was a statement, not a question.

He moved to the second boot and started undoing the laces.

A high-pitched scream ripped through the air. It was filled with agony and terror. A moment later, two wolves howled loudly and the sound rippled across the valley.

Bass swore and held up the snapped remains of the second set of laces. “Good thing I have more than one spare,” he grumbled as he picked up his sword.

He finished redoing her gloves and boot before Tabitha came back. Merrie was sitting on the far side of the pond again, a leash clipped to her collar and feeling miserable. She watched as Tabitha came walking up.

Tabitha was covered in blood, it coated her front from the bottom of her jaw clear down to her legs. Sheets of it clung to her skin and more of it matted her thick patch of pubic hair. It took Merrie a moment to realize that she had a body slung over her shoulder.

As Tabitha drew close, Merrie sat up with a feeling of dread growing. The silfae flipped Licker off her shoulder and dropped her on the ground in front of Bass.

The teenager was alive and moaning, but her eyes were tightly closed. Whimpers of pain rose from her throat as she gasped for breath. She tried to curl into a ball, but her movements were sluggish. Merrie looked at the nearest arm and fear ripped through her. Licker didn’t have an arm below the elbow, Tabitha had torn off it off. The end was a ragged, bloody stump that flickered with healing magic. Below was Licker’s other arm, Tabitha gave it the same cruel treatment. Shaking from the rising terror, Merrie dragged her gaze to Licker’s legs where they had been bitten off right at the knees. More healing magic flickered along the end; it wasn’t the deep healing used by Rendi and Borias but a shallow spell to only stop the bleeding.

Licker had been cropped.

The poor girl would never walk again. She would never pick up anything with her hands. She would spent the rest of her life a bitch and there was nothing she could do about it.

Merrie felt a surge of lust rise up and mix with the fear. This was her fate at the mill. It was only a matter of days before she was in Licker’s place, fighting the pain and grieving for her lost limbs. She would be helpless forever. One flash of pain, one high-pitched scream of agony and it would be over.

Next to her, Sama let out a shuddering gasp. Merrie glanced over and saw the same lust in her eyes. It was the collars changing their thoughts, making the violence in front of them something to desire. To hunger for. When it was their turn, Merrie knew she would be begging to have her arms torn off.

Fear swallowed her lust and burned it away. She forgot how to breathe as she felt it rising up, only to hold still against some force. It was the collar holding back her fear and she knew she was about to break out of the filters Borias spoke about.

Merrie didn’t want to lose control. She wanted to be a good slave, a good beta. She forced herself to look away, trying to prevent herself from breaking free of the collar's magic. The tears burned her eyes as the bile burned her throat. She gulped and buried her face against the ground. A single sob tore out of her as she struggled with her emotions.

Then, with a rush, she felt the collar clamp down. It was a sharp, bitter relief as the fear and disgust faded away instantly. When she returned her gaze to Licker’s trembling form, she could still feel her terror but it no longer threatened her self-control.

"And this," said Tabitha in a sardonic tone, "is what happens when you fuck up, Bass."

Bass glared at Tabitha. His hands were balled into tight fists.

Merrie felt the pain of seeing Bass suffering. She knew that he blamed himself for what happened, just as much as he hated Licker's pain. It was a contrast of emotions and she wondered why Bass cropped any of the bitches on the mill. He seemed to hate it so much and he was so tender. It was a missing piece in understanding the master she could never have.

Licker surged from the ground. For a moment, Merrie thought she was going to throw herself at Bass' sword. But, then Licker's wild eyes focused on Merrie. With a sob, the teenage girl crawled across the ground on severed ends of her elbows and knees to grab hold of Merrie. It was a tight, desperate grip of a girl who lost everything. But, Licker didn't have fingers and the grip slipped in the blood and sweat.

Not caring that Tabitha and Bass were watching, Merrie slid her bound arms underneath Licker's armpits and pulled the girl up. She held the trembling teenager tight against her.

Licker buried her face into Merrie's neck, trying to hold on with all her might. She sobbed loudly and her anguish shook Merrie to the core.

This story brings out my inner sub. Will keep an eye on this space for future posts!

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I'm actually following a posting schedule for this. At the moment, I'm posting every Sunday at some random time. If I can get ahead, I'll post faster, but it's pretty much Sundays. Though, I get all warm and happy when people ask questions, give suggestions, and tell me what they like. :D

Merrie was in agony. It wasn't pain, that much she knew, but she didn't have the ability to comprehend the sensation of her back and ass constantly twitching beneath the flesh. No matter which position she stayed in, it was only matter of seconds before a muscle spasm forced her to move. She closed her eyes and tried to roll on her back. Her gloves bumped against the bars of the cage and the slight jerk sent a wave of spasms along her back and ass. Her tail flipped against the cage and she shuddered at the new sensations coursing up her spine.

Her tail.

Merrie moaned and reached down. Her bound hands could barely feel the tail through the leather, but it still fascinated her. She had finally been given a tail, though is took almost two days of torture for it to stretch out from her spine. The agony of the collar help with her other suffering--it had been almost three days since Bass fucked her and Merrie was desperate for his cock.

She grabbed her tail between her palms and shivered at the touch. Curled up in the cage, she could see the end. It was blonde, just like the hair on her head. The hair was short but curly, clinging to the tail in a thick mat of hair. When she touched the tip, it felt like someone was tickling her tailbone. She ran her gloves down both sides of the tail. Her mind struggled with the new sensation, it felt like she was stroking the small of her back by the time she reached her base.

With her bound fingers and palms, she couldn't fit her hands between her legs. She wanted to explore the base of her new tail add see how it fit between her body. On Sama, it seemed like the spot between her asshole and the tail was sensitive, but Merrie didn't have the dexterity to worm between the dildo still buried in her ass and the tail. She squirmed at the sensations as a fresh wave of spasms coursed along her back.

Between her gloves, her tail twitched. She didn't quite have control over it, but she could feel it moving. She wiggled her ass, frowning as she tried to get it to move as naturally as Sable. It shifted to the right and there was an ache along her back from muscles protesting. She shifted her hips in the other direction and the tail followed. With a smile, Merrie realized why Sable's entire body was thrown in into her wagging, it was easier to make the tail follow. She spread her hands apart and twisted her hips to cause the tail to smack one glove than the other.

Excitement filled her as she played with her tail. It was close to masturbating as she could get. When Bass stuck her in the cage, it wasn't bad at first. But days of fucking his cock had ignited a flame that refuse to go out. The first time she tried to finger herself, or more accurately use her laces to jill herself, she almost reached an orgasm but it refused to come. In the following painful hours, she realized she couldn't come with the charm on her. She could bring herself up to the sharp edge of orgasm, feel her body desperately trying to push herself off the cliff, but no matter what she did, she couldn't fall off that edge. It was infuriated and frustrating.

She needed to come. In the long hours that followed, she grew so desperate to come she would have begged for forgiveness if she had the words. Instead, she did her best to whimper and reach out for Bass when he walked past her cage. When he refused to acknowledge her, it added to her desperation. She tried to get into the begging position when he came closer, but the cage with too short for her to kneel. It was also too short to stretch out. Instead, she had to remain curled up whenever she slept.

Bass couldn't be blamed for torturing her, however, unless not letting her orgasm was torture. There was a thick down pillow on the bottom of the cage. She had a bowl of water and food hooked to the side. The water was half full and she had all the food she needed. She always got two servings for dinner, one of food. When she polished that off, he would either masturbate into the bowl or have her lick it directly from Sama's holes.

Even though it wasn't directly from his body, Merrie almost came every time she licked the bowl clean of his cum. She could taste Sama's pussy in the salty and sweet liquid. When she finished, the bowl was sparkling clean clear down to the tiny rune at the bottom.

Her tail twitched and she moaned from the discomfort that ran along her back. She twisted around until she staring up at the top, her legs curled tight to her chest and her hands between her legs. Her gloves rested along her puffy folds and she could feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

Merrie needed to come.

She closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper. Even knowing that it wouldn't work, she slid her gloves along her pussy. It felt good against her sensitive opening and her juices soaked the leather and her inner thighs. A dribble ran down the crack of her ass, tickling her hole and base of her tail before adding to the wet spot on the pillow beneath. She prayed for an orgasm as she used both hands to grind her labia into her clitoris. She felt the pleasure rising up and it took very little to reach the crest of her pleasure. She cried out as it held there. No matter how much she stroked, touched, and imagined Bass' cock, she couldn't push herself over the edge.

After a few minutes of desperate jilling, she gave up. With a sigh, she twisted over to find a new comfortable position. She found one on all fours, back arched and armed pulled underneath her. She pushed back until her tail threaded through the bars of the cage and she could press the warm metal against the line of her pussy and ass. She knew she couldn't come on the bars or the pillow either, she tried both more than once in the long hours of sexual frustration.

Merrie tried to find some sleep. She was just beginning to doze when she heard movement from the bed. She already knew what was happening, but she opened her eyes and stared across the darkened room. Bass and Sama were silhouetted against the light streaming in through the windows. It was late morning, after breakfast, but time didn't matter much on the mill.

Bass was kneeling behind Sama, his large cock dripping with precum and poised to enter her. He had one hand wrapped around her hair and pulled her back. Her body was presented to him with her back arched and her tail curled up until it touched her shoulder blades. In the shadows, Merrie could see Sama's breasts heaving as she held herself still.

It was a heartbreaking moment in time. Merrie wished for all her might to be right there in Sama's place. She needed to feel his cock drive into her. She needed to be filled and fucked and pounded. She held her breath, waiting for the thrust.

Bass drove into Sama. His cock only went halfway into her pussy on the first stroke, but buried completely on the second. He grunted and threw himself into the hard, brutal stroking that Merrie loved. Seeing his cock spearing into the silhouetted form of Sama send a sympathetic throb inside Merrie's own cunt.

Sama's gasp filled the air and the charm at her collar sparkled with light. One hand reached out into the air as her entire form was jerked back and forth on Bass' cock.

He was a man driven by lust. With only Sama to vent his passions, Bass was fucking at least once an hour if not more. Every time, he was hard and throbbing. As the days had passed, he lost some of his tenderness and just pounding into Sama with hard, powerful strokes. He grunted as he drove into her, the droplets of their juices looked like a dark mist as he rammed into Sama's abused pussy.

Merrie tried to match his strokes, ramming her cunt against the bars behind her. She tried to imagine what it would feel like, being the victim of his lusts. The cage rattled with each bump back; the bar crushed her pussy lips but she didn't care, she wanted it to hurt.

Sama let out a scream of pleasure which only encouraged Bass to thrust harder. The charm glowed from the impact of his cock; Merrie remembered what it felt like to have Bass fucking as hard as he could, the impact of his body and the feel of his cock driving deep. Sama was crying out in pleasure as he drove into her even though Merrie knew how much it would hurt. From Merrie's vantage spot, she could see Sama's tight belly swelling with the huge cock that filled her.

Bass grunted as he started to come. Hot, thick liquid poured out before he drove in deep and grabbed Sama's ass to hold himself in. His chest heaved with his panting and his balls jerked with every surge of cum he forced into Sama.

Sama shuddered and froze, her mouth open and one hand resting on the headboard. Her stomach clenched around his cock, but the cum pumping into her pussy pushed her belly out just noticeably enough for Merrie to wish she was being filled.

With a sigh, he pulled out and the flood of cum poured out of Sama's pussy and splashed down on the blankets. The thick, wet noises filled the room and Merrie had to close her eyes to stop the agony of watching. The bar behind her was soaked with her juices and her movements shook the cage with every thrust, but no matter how much she ground against the cage, she couldn't come.

Bass crawled off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, Sama crawled off the bed. Wet splatters of cum splashed on the wooden floor as she padded over to the cage. She drew close, then pressed her face against the bars and reached inside.

Merrie let out a moan and brought her mouth up to Sama's. Their lips found each other and they kissed. It was soft and passionate, and the only pleasure Merrie could get. She knew that Bass let them kiss, if only because he spent more time than ever in the bathroom.

They broke after a moment. Merrie reached out through the cage to stroke Sama's hard nipple, then she mouthed, "Turn around."

Sama giggled and turned around. Her slimy pussy was pressed up against the cage. The cum squelched as she ground against the bar. Merrie reached as far as she could and lapped at her master's cum. It was salty and sweet, a combination of cum and pussy. Sama let out a moan as Merrie cleaned her through the cage bars, removing every bit of cum that she could reach with her tongue.

They both knew not to try it the other way. It was a punishment and Merrie knew that she did something wrong. In the back of her mind, she knew that he was counting the seconds until she was done just as much as her. After the events at the pond, Merrie started to notice that she woke up when Bass did, even separated by the bars of the cage, not because she was ready to wake but simply because she knew he was waking up. She could sense when he was sad or upset or about to come. It was a shallow empathetic connection with her master, nothing like the bond that Sable shared, but it made her both happy and sad to know that Bass wasn't truly upset at her. There were rules and she as much as she suffered, she would have let Licker run free every time.

The door to the bathroom opened and Sama spun around to sit on the ground. Merrie tried to sit up, but she couldn't in the cage. Her tail bumped against the cage and she swayed her hips back and forth to tap it against the metal.

Bass stepped out and stretched. "That felt good. You bitches need to pee?"

They both barked.

Merrie held her breath as Bass unbolted the cage. If she had her gloves, she could have easily reached around and freed herself, but she knew she wouldn't. Even the punishment was a form of submission, though a torturous one that wouldn't let her come. She waited until he opened the door completely.

"Come on, Cunt."

He reached in and curled a finger around her collar. She didn't need it, but he was still tender as he tugged her out. Merrie crawled over the threshold. When he released her, she continued to the door and sat there begging next to Sama.

Bass lead them down the stairs and out of the house. As they traveled through the door, he rested his hands on their shoulders.

Merrie stopped on the porch as she spotted Piffin and his two females. Male Seven was nowhere to be seen. Female Twenty-Seven and Female Twenty-Eight were both in begging positions, struggling to remain still as Piffin was counting the seconds.

Twenty-Seven had blonde hair with dark roots. Her body was slender, but she had large breasts and hips. It gave her an exaggerated hourglass figure. Between her legs, she was shaved bare and her labia was a short curtain of flesh in a ragged line.

On the other hand, Twenty-Eight was a much darker brown woman with small breasts, narrow hips, and a slender form that was stick-like. Her nipples were huge though, like acorns tipping the two shallow mounds of flesh. Her face was long with wide, expressive eyes. She used to have a pierced lip, Merrie remembered, but the piercings were gone and only a small dark spot identified the hole. She also had a tail, a jet-black one with long hairs that matched the longer hair on the top of her head. The copper transformation charm sparkled on her collar.

Bass chuckled and walked past Merrie and Sama. "Good morning, Piffin."

"Salutations, Bass."

"How is training going?"

"As expected with these two," Piffin sounded disinterested as he watched the girls. Then, he made a grunting noise in the back of his throat, "Twenty-Eight, bring your left hand up one centimeter. One demerit."

Twenty-Eight looked devastated, but she obeyed and brought her hand up. It looked even at first, but with the movement, Merrie could see how the bitch was now perfectly balanced from the position of her knees, hips, breasts, even hands. It looked difficult to do, but at the same time, Merrie sensed that she could do the same. The urge to join them and beg rose up.

"What happened to Seven?"

"Tabitha took him to be cropped." His voice was even as he spoke.

"Your choice?"

"Yes. Dixie was being distracting with his attempts to show dominance. I can tolerate some of it, but Seven would not submit sufficiently for Dixie's needs. I felt it was best to hand over Seven to get cropped. Maybe spending a week at Tabitha's will break Seven and let Dixie properly dominate him. Plus, I need to work on these two girls and correct some of their worst flaws."

Bass looked over them. "What's wrong them?"

Piffin sighed. "Twenty-Eight keeps dropping her hip. Twenty-Seven has no concept of where her feet are, nor her wrists. Neither can understand the difference between a decimeter and a centimeter. I want their index knuckle two centimeters in front of their collar, how hard could that be?"

A smile quirked Bass' lips, but he said nothing.

Piffin glanced over. "Twenty-Seven, one demerit for your left knee. Bring it in. Twenty-Eight, two demerits for your right pinkie finger, bring it closer. And one more for parting your lips. Keep your mouth closed."

Both girls adjusted their position. There was discomfort in their eyes and Merrie felt a swell of sympathy for them. Piffin was an exacting master.

Piffin returned to Bass. "I know that you don't require precision, but the girls I train sell for four times what Grange can do and my bitches consistently win at the command tests."

Merrie had a flash of insight. She knew what Sable would do while watching the two women struggling to obey commands. With a sly smile on her lips, she crawled away from Bass and circled around the girls. There was just enough space between the two girls that she could crawl into place. Looking up to Piffin who didn't seem to notice, she assumed the begging position.

Settling into position and focusing on Piffin, she could feel his desires in her mind. It felt like a crystalline puppet. He wanted bitches to put their hands just right, move their legs to the correct angle and spread an exact distance. She couldn't tell the exact numbers, but she could feel when she got it right. She adjusted her position as she stared at him, hoping to be perfect for him before he looked back.

In the corner of her eye, she saw Sama join them. She crawled to the right of Twenty-Eight's body and got into the begging position. She smiled as she struggled to match Twenty-Eight's perfection.

Merrie felt Bass looking at her. She glanced over to see his yellow-tinted gaze flash over her before he returned to look back at Piffin. A smile crossed his lips and Merrie felt a flush of excitement as if he just told her "good girl."

She found the correct position and held herself there. She could feel her body trembling with the effort after a few seconds, but there was a burn of excitement that filled her knowing that she was perfect at least in form. It added to the heat in her pussy. She never would imagine holding herself still be exciting, but she knew that Piffin would approve as soon as he looked.

Next to her, both Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight seemed to relax. Merrie could feel them in her mind, just like Piffin. As she concentrated on them, their minds seemed to connect and she felt the confusion, fear, and discomfort swirling around them. She tried to project comfort and both of them relaxed instantly.

She felt a rush being able to feel the others. She wondered if she could include Sama, but as she concentrated on the brunette, she felt both of the Twenties pulling away. She clutched to Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight, but then Sama's emotions faded away. She seemed to be limited to two bitches. Raising her gaze, she realized she couldn't feel Piffin or Bass anymore. Opening her mind, she let herself listen to Piffin's emotions, but as she concentrated, Twenty-Seven slipped away. She realized she was limited to listening to two people at a time. As she wondered how many Sable or Dixie could feel, she felt Piffin about to look at her. She held herself tight and stared at him, waiting for when his gaze.

It was slow at first, just a subtle inspection of his two girls. He seemed happy and he looked back at Bass. A heartbeat later, surprise rocked through their empathetic link and he made a double-take as he stared at the four bitches lined up.

Merrie held herself perfect, right at the crux of what Piffin would find most sexual. A moment later, she was rewarded when his cock began to tent his pants. She wished she could read his thoughts but seeing him respond was an intoxicating rush. She clenched her pussy with the heat that boiled inside her, threatening to send her over the edge of an orgasm.

"I..." Piffin's words died in his throat. He rested a hand on his cock and his eyes grew wider as if he wasn't expecting to find it hard. When he spoke, there was a huskier need that resonated in his words. "I need to take the bitches inside. Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, free."

With a rush, he hurried inside and they followed. Twenty-Eight stopped on the stairs to give Merrie a thankful smile before she crawled into the house.

Bass chuckled. "I wonder what just got into Piffin? I don't think I've ever seen him run anywhere." He turned to look at the house for a long moment before he gestured to the peeing area. "Come on, bitches. Time to go."

Sama was first and ran into the spongy area. She circled once, then squatted over the water. Her tail curled up over her back and she peed on the ground. It soaked through into the wood chips and she wiggled her ass to clear the last few flecks.

Merrie crawled out after her and tried to duplicate the maneuver. As she arched her ass up, her tail curled on itself and cleared her nether regions, but the fake tail in her ass covered her pussy and she didn't want to stain on it. She looked up at Bass with a whimper.

He looked sad as he walked over and squatted down. His thick fingers ran up her pussy and she felt a shiver of pleasure threatening to ignite the bottled up lust inside her. For a moment, she forgot her need to pee as she leaned into his fingers, begging for him to thrust inside her.

"I'm going to miss this," whispered Bass.

Merrie looked up with a whine. She felt a pang of fear as she looked into his sad eyes.

"I won't have to do this," he ran his fingers along her pussy, working his digits into her aching lips to tease her opening. "With your tail, you won't need me to hold this up again." He grabbed her tail and pulled the fake end away from her pussy.

Merrie reached out and rested a hand on his knee. She didn't want to lose anything with Bass. And intimate moment they shared whenever she had to go the bathroom just bound them closer together.

Bass seemed surprise. "You want me to keep doing this?"

Merrie blushed and nodded.

He took a deep breath. "I won't hold your tail, but do you want me to wipe it off?"

She felt a surge of excitement, both desperate and loving at the same time. Her body grew tight, the first sign of her trying to bond, and she fought it. It faded after a second. She cleared her throat and barked.

He smiled. It was a happy relieved smile. "Then, I will."

Merrie nodded, then adjusted her position. Her tail ached to hold it but she kept it still as she released her bladder and peed on the ground. It was a long rush of pleasure for her, of release, but knowing that Bass' fingers would be teasing her added to the anticipation and she almost came just peeing.

As soon as she finished, Bass ran his fingers along her labia to chase away the last droplets. Shaking his fingers clear, he reached up and grabbed the butt plug buried in her ass. "You know, we don't need this anymore."

She barked and leaned forward, breathing in the smells of freshly cut wood and urine. It was a strange mixture of scents, but it was just part of her life now. She relaxed as her master eased the dildo out of her ass; it came free with a wet pop. She squirmed at the empty feeling in her rectum, it had been almost a ten-day week since they shoved it inside her and she was used to the comforting pressure against her guts.

Merrie expected them to leave, but Bass didn't move. Instead, he drew his fingers up to her pussy and shoved one finger in. "I've been thinking," he said.

She didn't care as her entire world focused on the thick digit worming its way into her slick cunt. It was the most perfect sensation ever and she could feel her body tensing for an orgasm. She could come on him, he could always make her come. He was the master of her body.

He slide one finger in and out, it was slow but after three days of denial, she felt her body grow hot and slick with anticipation. "I don't normally go for it, but Rendi has a silver charm that would change your ears to be like a dog's. It means I won't have to brush your hair into dog ears anymore," Merrie whimpered at the thought but Bass quickly continued, "but, I would never stop brushing your hair. I love that part. But, would you like that? To have dog ears? Real ones?"

Merrie rocked back against his finger as she thought about it. She already had a tail and, while it wasn't entirely under her control, she was excited to have it. And sooner or later, she would be cropped. Adding ears just seemed to add to the package, the part of her true submission to Bass. With a smile, she barked loudly and thrust back on his finger.

"Good girl." The pleasure rushed up around her, filling her and setting her right on the edge of pleasure. She let out a soft, whimpering noise and jammed herself back on his finger, trying to fuck it like a cock.

"No," he said and pulled his fingers away.

Merrie turned to look at him pitifully, but the expression faded as she saw him unbuttoning his shorts and pulling out his cock. "I think your punishment is over, Cunt. Do you want to be fucked?"

She couldn't put enough enthusiasm into her bark. She was desperate to have him and she could feel his own need. Even though they were still in the bathroom area, she presented herself and held her breath as he lined his thick member to her sex.

He drove into her with a single hard thrust. After three days of denial, his thick member rammed into her with a flash of pain. She let out a squeal of pain and pleasure, then felt her body welcoming him like a long-lost lover. The pain faded quickly and she was swamped with the sensations of having his thick member completely inside her body. She squeezed around it as the desperate orgasm finally ignited.

Her entire world turned white-hot as she screamed out in pleasure, her body clenching tightly as the intense pleasure that painfully tore into her. She was his bitch, mind and body but not soul. And her orgasm tore at her sanity as the world faded away until everything was centered on the one thing that mattered to her.

Her master.

This isn't just a story. It's not even a collection of words and ideas and sick, sick kinks. This, good sir, is art and I commend you for this masterpiece of literary excellence.

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Thank you. I take great pride in my writing and it is good that it isn't entirely in my head.

Merrie pretended to try crawling out from underneath Snuff Bait, Sama, and Female Twenty-Seven. Three sets of tits ground down on her and she was pretty sure that one of the twins was sucking on her clitoris. She closed her eyes and bucked against the weight, but that only ground her sweat-slicked body harder against the soft flesh of the bitches on top of her.

She wasn't trying too hard, though. She knew how to crawl out from underneath, but the occasional flash of Borias laughing inspired her to struggle without succeeding. The world darkened as she looked up to see Cock Diver's pussy coming down. With a moan, she stretched her head up and clamped her mouth against the wet folds, parting the labia and licking at the tangy sweet.

Diver moaned and ground her face down, pinning Merrie to the soft, grassy ground behind the great hall and rocking back and forth. Her pussy was shave bare, much like Licker's was, and every time Diver moved, it left a wet smear of sex and excitement coating Merrie's face.

An unknown bitch was burrowing her way through the mass of naked slaves to find Merrie's nipple. Merrie reached out with her mind and just caught a sense of purpose, a desire to imitate Merrie and Sable, then she lost her concentration as lips caught her nipple. Moaning into Diver's pussy, Merrie jerked as she felt the playful teeth teasing her hard nipples.

A tongue found her pussy and lapped hard, finding the bit of cum that Bass left in there before the show. Merrie moaned at the feeling of being pinned and helpless, pleasured and pleasuring all at the same time. She felt the orgasm rising, a sweet intensity of pleasure, and surrendered into it.

Muffled through the bodies on top of her, she heard Borias laughing. "Can she even breathe in there?"

Sable barked. Merrie reached out with her mind, but she couldn't read Sable's emotions. The rest of the bitches she could pick up what they were feeling, a sense of purpose, or even just general sexiness, but Dixie and Sable were almost unreadable for her. She could only feel Sable's emotions when the alpha bitch projected. She also couldn't easily read most of the masters either, only Piffin and Thorn were open to her empathy.

Diver came on her, grinding down as she flooded Merrie's mouth with her juices. Merrie reached up with her gloved paws and held her down, lapping hard and forcing her tongue as deep as she could to slurp up all the moisture. Another orgasm was filling Merrie already. The heat boiling in her pussy was fueled by the mouths on her breasts and pussy, the tongue teasing her belly, and the breasts and naked limbs holding her down.

Another mouth sucked on her other breast, kneading the soft flesh with leather-bound hands. Merrie was trapped and helplessly. The teasing that assaulted her senses and sent her over the edge. She bucked violently as she came, kicking off the bitches as she gasped for colder air.

Borias laughed. "Come on, pay up, Bass. She be under there for ten minutes."

Merrie blushed happily as she pawed at her wet face. It dripped down and followed the line of her throat, adding to the sweat that ruined her makeup and bath. She could feel her right dog ear had already come undone and the hair sticking to her back and the side of her face. Droplets ran down between her heaving breasts. She smiled and watched as Bass reluctantly dropped a few coins into Borias' outstretched hand.

"She ruined her makeup," muttered Bass.

"They always be ruining their pretties, boss. Sable be the worse, since she's always picking fights."

"My Sable isn't fighting."

"Then why is she humping me Throat Fucked against that log?"

Merrie peered across the clearing to where Sable had pinned both Throat Fucked and Female Twenty-Eight against a recently fallen tree. She was nuzzling against Twenty-Eight's neck as her hips rubbed her pussy into Throat's chest. A large bruise the size of Bass' hand covered her right shoulder but she didn't seem to mind it as she humped the bitch underneath her.

When Sable pulled back, Throat's breasts glistened from Sable's excitement.

Bass chuckled. "That isn't fighting, that's playing."

"Yeah, and she be ruining my girl's pretties."

Bass patted Borias on the shoulder and chuckled. "Live with it."

"Aye, boss, that I do."

Merrie grinned as she watched the two men chatting. As she was considering crawling over to tackle Sable, she felt a new presence coming in through the woods behind the house. Turning around, she stared at the shadows as three figures, two of them crawling, walked out from the trees.

Tabitha was in the led. She wore a piece of white fabric around her breasts and a second around her hips, but otherwise wore nothing. Her hair was done up in an intricate braid. The hair reached down to her ass and waved back and forth like a large tail.

Behind her, Dixie bounded along the grass. His tiny form ducked underneath a large root and he scrambled on top of it to bark at the third figure.

Merrie sat down as she saw Licker trailing behind the others. Her heart thumped as she watched the thin girl crawl through the thick bed of leaves and out into the sunlight.

Licker's black hair was pulled into two dog ears. Instead of ribbons, Tabitha used strands of leather. Another leather strip tied off the end of Licker's tail. The girl moved surprisingly easily as she walked further into the sun-lit clearing. The ends of her elbows and knees were sheared off, but there was no sign of the blood, ragged ends that Merrie saw before. Instead, they ended in smooth ends, just like Sable.

Wanting a closer look, Merrie got back on her hands and knees. She crawled across the clearing. Around her, she could feel the other bitches slowing down and watching, morbidly curious of Licker's amputations.

Licker stopped near the middle and crouched down. Merrie could feel that she was frightened, not of the masters but of the other bitches. There was a hesitation in the girl's mind, a fear that they wouldn't accept her now that she was cropped.

Merrie came to a skidding halt in front of Licker. She smiled brightly at Licker, but the teenage girl blushed and stared down at the ground. Up close, the fear was almost palatable around the slender girl. Merrie slowly inched forward, then brought her lips to Licker's. It was a soft kiss, tender and encouraging. Merrie could feel Licker's fear spiking and a tension in the teenager's slender frame.

She didn't stop. She broke the kiss and planted another one on Licker's jaw. Even as Licker tightened up, Merrie force the raven-haired girl to lift her chin as she kissed a line along her neck, shoulder, then down toward her left elbow.

Fear radiated from Licker, a fear of being rejected, of being ugly, of being less than human.

Merrie was fascinated as she kissed along the slender arm. Her lips caressed along the shoulder and the soft flesh. She reached the end of the elbow.

Licker inhaled sharply, lifting it as if she wanted to run away.

Merrie took advantage of Licker's position to kiss along the nub, working her lips against the soft flesh and hard bone underneath. It felt different than she expected. The bone was thickened around the elbow, no doubt to take Licker's weight. She also remembered the arm not being quite as long and wondered if Tabitha had somehow lengthened it.

At the same time she was caressing Licker's amputated arm, Merrie sent out a soft wave of love and affection. She could feel the cloud of fear beginning to dissipate as she circled around Licker, kissing up the girl's flanks toward her back leg.

Licker trembled and let her breath out in a rush.

As Merrie continued to kiss down to Licker's hips, she felt a second wave of emotions surrounding them. It was love, excitement, and more than a little sexual excitement. She peeked up past the black wagging tail to see Sable bounding over.

Sable crashed into Licker and threw the teenager against Merrie. Merrie let out a squeak as she braced herself to prevent them from falling over. On the other side, Sable started licking and kissing with enthusiasm.

Giving up on being tender, Merrie imitated the same and soon Licker was giggling as she writhed between the two bitches. The scent of her excitement filled the air, mixing with Merrie's and Sable's.

Merrie crawled around and rammed her head up between Licker's thighs. She found the slick opening and lapped at it. Licker moaned at the touch and ground back. Her tail curled around Merrie's head, almost holding it, but trembling with the spasms as Licker sputtered from Sable's licking her face.

Licker's fear blew away, leaving only relief and growing excitement. She licked and kissed Sable as she ground her pussy to Merrie's mouth.

"All right," announced Bass, "we should probably get started."

Reluctantly, Merrie stopped licking Licker and followed the two bitches back up to the house where Bass and the rest of the trainers waited. She stopped in front of her master and assumed the begging position.

Licker sat next to her, but Bass shook his head.

"No, Licker, you're Tabitha's now."

Licker whimpered and crawled over to Tabitha who was fussing with Dixie's leather straps.

Merrie watched her sadly, wondering if she and Licker would ever be together again, then leaned over to kiss Sama's shoulder. Sama kissed her back, then wagged her tail as Merrie licked her noise.

Bass chuckled as he squatted down. "Let me fix your ears, Cunt."

She turned to him, her breath quickening as he stroked her breasts and throat before moving to her hair. With practiced skill, he undid the ribbon dangling against her ear and tied it back into a tail.

"Remember, if you get the silver or a gold, I'll get you the ear transformation charm." Merrie barked with excitement as she felt the heat boiling in her body. She wiggled her ass to wave her tail back and forth.

Bass reached out with his other hand, "And you lovely Tits, if you get the silver, I'll give you that peeing charm you wanted."

Sama blushed and looked at sheepishly at Merrie. Merrie felt embarrassed but she understood. Reaching over, she kissed Sama until Sama turned into her. Their lips caressed each other and Sama darted her tongue into Merrie's mouth.

"You are both good girls. Very good."

Merrie shivered at the magical pleasure that filled her. She squirmed as Bass finished redoing her hair and wipe the juices from her face. As he switched over to work on Sama, she looked over to Tabitha and Licker.

Tabitha was holding Licker's throat with one hand as she brushed the teenager's hair with the other. There was a harshness in her actions, but it didn't look cruel. She was speaking quietly to Licker with just a hint of a smile on her lips.

Licker gave a nod. When Tabitha squeezed her throat with a smile, Licker smiled back and gave two sharp barks. Tabitha said something and Licker opened her mouth and let her tongue slid out. She smiled herself and wagged her ass back and forth.

Merrie realized she was relieved to see Licker not fighting Tabitha. Something happened in the five days Licker was with the strange silfae, but whatever occurred, it seemed to have brought a smile to the sullen girl's lips.

As if feeling Merrie's attention, Licker peeked over at her. Her dog ear flopped over one ear. As their eyes match, there a strong emotion rose up from the thin girl. It was almost respect, but also a desire to be like Merrie. To stop fighting and just enjoy her slavery.

Merrie stared in shock, not trusting the emotions she was picking up.

Then, Licker glanced up at Tabitha who was talking to Dixie, then back to Merrie. She mouthed the words "love you."

Merrie started to cry. She was smiling and almost laughing, but the tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Cunt, what's wrong?"

Merrie returned her attention to her master. Bass was stared at her, a frown on his face. She shook her head and smiled. When he didn't relax, she got into a begging position and wiggled her ass.

Bass turned toward Licker, who looked away sharply, then chuckled. "Oh, I see. You're leading them. That happens naturally when you're," he hesitated for the briefest of moments but she heard his thoughts as clearly as he kept on speaking, (an alpha). But, he finished the sentence far differently than his thoughts, "as beautiful as you are, Cunt."

Merrie stared up at him in shock. She knew she heard his thoughts clearly, they echoed in her mind just like Sable's voice of scotch and smoke. The two words repeated over and over. He knew. Bass knew that she would be an alpha, but he wouldn't say the words. He was hiding it, but she didn't know from who.

She felt a tingling along her skin, the sense of wanting to bond with him. It mixed with the love she felt for the compassionate master. She knew it would be as simple as reaching out and grabbing him. She could almost see the hazy leash stretching out for him.

Sable's words came back to her. Bonding to Bass could kill him. She concentrated on holding back the leash and forced herself to look away from Bass. It hurt more than she thought, she longed to bind her soul to him and to be with him forever. The sparkles along her skin grew painful for a moment, then faded in a dull ache of denial. She felt a tear rolling down her cheek and an intense feeling of loss.

She looked up. Across the field, Sable and Dixie were both watching her. Sable had an expression of sorrow on her face. Her tail was down and she held herself low. Dixie, on the other hand, was watching with a hard look. As Merrie watched him, he turned around, stuck his tail in the air, and prance back to Tabitha.

"All right," announced Bass, "time for the show. Bitches! Line up!"

Merrie tore her thoughts away from bonding and alphas and found a spot between Twenty-Seven and Fuckhole. She wagged her tail as she waited for Rendi and the others to check her. She just loved the feel of it shaking back and forth, moving with her spine and sending a quiver along her back muscles. Her collar almost hummed as it send pleasure coursing through her veins, adding to the pleasure of anticipation.

By the time Rendi, Garcon, and Hilfe reached her, she couldn't wait. She brought herself into a begging position and held herself there. She reached out with her mind to Piffin and felt for the perfect angle. Even though he was sitting on the ground reading a book, she could feel what he found the sexiest, the most perfect position. She adjusted her wrists and body until it would turn him on, if he ever looked.

Garcon crouched behind her. He drew both hands up her inner thighs and she lifted her body to give him access. Thick fingers caressed her pussy and swirled around the liquid heat gathering along it. Merrie clenched at the sensation, wishing it was more than just probing fingers that explored her body.

Hilfe was grabbing her from in front, using his large hands to maul her breasts and tease her nipples into aching hardness. He caught her right nipple between two fingers and twisted.

Merrie moaned as sparks of pain and pleasure shot through her body. She clamped down on the fingers buried in her pussy and shivered with the pleasure heating up inside her.

"The tail came out nicely. You did good work, Rendi," murmured Garcon as he drew his slick fingers back and slid one into Merrie's tight asshole. Merrie squirmed at the touch, her tail smacking against Garcon's thigh. "I'm going to say ninety five today."

"Lovely breasts, wet cunt," said Hilfe, "but Bass messed up on the ear and her face is still wet. Eight-five."

Rendi reached down and cupped Merrie's face with her hand. Merrie looked up at the older woman and leaned into it, giving her the sweetest smile she could give. Rendi smiled back. "Ninety."

Hilfe's harsher rating subdued Merrie's excitement. She barked once, then watched as the three moved on to Fuckhole. With a grin, Merrie leaned in the opposite direction and planted a kiss on Twenty-Seven's shoulder before moving back into position. A wave of surprise rose up from the bitch, then a playful joy that washed Merrie in warmth. A moment later, Twenty-Seven reached over and planted a kiss along Merrie's shoulder.

Merrie turned to the bitch and kissed her on the lips. A soft moan rose up between them and Merrie didn't care if it was her or Twenty-Seven who made it. She smiled and kissed again, seeking Twenty-Seven's lips.

"Cunt, Twenty-Seven," said Bass in a warning tone.

Merrie grinned and gave Twenty-Seven one last kiss before settling back into place. She felt the emotions of the bitches around her, warm and sexy and playful. They were all getting used to their lives as sex slaves and Merrie knew that she helped at least in part.

Bass stood in front. "You are all good girls." As the wave of pleasure coursed through the bitches, he continued. "Today, we are going to play a game."

He held up a bright red ball. "You all know the 'fetch' command, right?"

Merrie barked with the others.

"So, all you have to do is fetch." He hefted the ball, drew back, and then threw it across their heads into the field behind them.

Merrie spun around to watch as the ball arced high into the air before dropping into the trees behind the house. She felt excitement rising but wasn't sure if she was suppose to go yet. Turning around, she looked at Bass just as Sable blew past her.

Surprised, Merrie spun around and watched as Sable and Dixie raced toward the ball. Sable bounded as she ran, bouncing on the ends of her amputated elbows and knees, while Dixie seemed less graceful with his calves dragging him down.

A moment later, the five older bitches came running after. Gasping, Merrie nudged Twenty-Seven and Fuckhole, then ran after them. It was strange running on her hands and knees, breasts bouncing as she crawled after the others. She felt clumsy compared to Sable who had already disappeared into the treeline.

While she knew where the ball was, once she got into the trees, she found it hard to look around. She was too low to the ground, crawling through the bushes and quickly the bitches got separated. Merrie's confidence broke.

For a moment, she considered using her empathy to find Sable and Dixie, but then she knew it wasn't in the spirit of the game. Instead, she peered into the shadows of the bushes and crawled over the rough ground. A few minutes later, she saw Dixie sniffing at one of the white stakes.

Curious, she inched forward and peered from behind a tree. A few meters past them was Sable, scratching her back against a bush. The dark-haired woman had a look of pure bliss as she rubbed back and forth. Her tongue was out of her mouth and her eyes were crossed.

Merrie bit back a giggle. Then gasped when she saw the ball right on the ground between the two alphas. She crept forward, watching both of them, then stared at the ball. For a moment, she wondered how she was suppose to pick it up, but then she remembered she was nothing but a bitch. Using her mouth, she grabbed the ball. It was slight to big and her jaw ached slightly from the size; not unlike taking Bass' cock down her throat.

She got up to head back and felt tingle coursing down her back. Looking around, Sable and Dixie were both watching her. Dixie looked annoyed but Sable just shook her head, then used her chin to gesture to the ground.

Unsure of what she meant, Merrie lifted an arm to take another step but Dixie growled at her and she froze. Backing away, Merrie set the ball back on the ground, right where she left it but with a bit of drool sticking to the side. As soon as she dropped it, both alphas brightened and Sable made a come hither motion with her shoulders.

Merrie looked down at the ball, then up at the alphas. There was no question that both Sable and Dixie knew the ball was there. But, neither had picked it up. There was only one reason for that, they were letting the other bitches win. If she grabbed the ball, she had a chance at her silver charm. If she didn't, then she wouldn't get her ears. Merrie was right at the cusp: bitch or beta.

She knew what she wanted to be. She sheepishly crawled over to Sable.

Sable took a step forward and forced Merrie's head up to kiss her along the neck. She continued to push Merrie back as she kissed more intently, working her mouth up to Merrie's ear as she grabbed Merrie's breast with the blunt ends of her arms. The feeling of her body being stroked, the insistent pressure, and the rapid-fire kissing was intoxicating.

Merrie let out a moan and leaned into Sable, wrapping her own gloved arms around the curvy woman. She let out a soft cooing noise as she ran her head against Sable's neck, kissing her like the alpha had kissed before. Their bodies rubbed together, breast to breast, hip to hip.

But, then Sable shoved her on her back and crawled up on top. Merrie gave on her ears and threw herself into kissing and stroking. She burrowed her face into Sable's breasts and suckled on the hard nipple she found.

A soft whisper of noise caught her attention. Merrie peeked around Sable's breasts and saw Licker crawling through the grass. She came up to the ball and looked at it with surprise. A slow smile stretched across her face, then she glanced up at Sable and Merrie.

Sable drove her soft breasts against Merrie's face, smothering her. Merrie flailed around, blinded by Sable's body. She let out a muffled giggle and playfully struggled.

After a few moments, Sable rolled off with a happy sigh and sprawled out on the ground. Merrie flopped on top of her and gave Sable a kiss on the nose, chin, then lips. She peeked up to see Licker sprinting back to the house with Dixie bounding after her.

Dixie was barking, but it wasn't against Licker, but more to tell everyone that Licker found the ball. Naked puppy slaves peeked out of the woods. They watched curious as Licker pranced up to Bass and dropped the ball at Bass' feet.

Dejected, the others returned to the house. Sable flipped over on her feet, spun around, and gave Merrie a wink. She trotted back to the house and Merrie followed. They came up behind the pack of bitches and got into the begging position.

As Sable settled into place, a wave emanated from Sable. It was a desire to get into a begging position. In front of Sable, the other slaves shifted until they were all begging. It was as if they got the idea on their own as one.

Bass nodded with approval, then squatted down to stroke Licker's shoulder. "Very good girl."

Licker let out a gasp as her body tensed in a small orgasm. Her shaved pussy grew a dark pink before her thighs clenched together. She ground her legs together, the tip of her left knee scraping through the ground as she moved.

Bass took the ball and handed it to Tabitha. The sandy-haired woman hefted it for a moment. Then, she spun around and threw it with all her might. "All, right, bitches, go get it!"

Merrie spun around and dropped to her hand and knees. Sable was already bounding into the woods, her short arms and legs flashing as she disappeared into the treeline. A few meters behind was Dixie, barking shrilly as he dove into the bushes. She giggle and decided to just have fun. As fast as she could, Merrie crawled after them into the woods.

She lost sight of the alphas by the time she got to the trees. She picked her way through the underbrush. As she was just crawling up on a large rock to look around when she saw a flash of movement. Spinning around to watch, she lost her balance. Her bound gloves skittered helplessly against the rock before she hit the ground with an embarrassing thud. Then, she tipped over and hit the ground on her back. One foot was up in the air and the other was curled underneath her. It hurt, but not seriously.

Blushing furiously, she looked up to see Dixie come to a stop at the foot of a tree. His tail wagged back and forth for a moment, then he spit the bright red ball on the ground. He leaned back on his heels and peered up; even though he wore no gloves or boots, he still acted as bound as the rest of the bitches. He turned around but stopped when he saw Merrie sprawled out on her back. An evil-looking grin crossed his face. He let out a high-pitched bark and bounded toward her.

Merrie didn't know what to do. Dixie didn't play with her like Sable and she didn't know what the tiny little silfae would do. She was a little disturbed by his size and appearance; except for the pointed ears and his shape-shifting magic, he still looked young enough that the Goddess Consent would take her personal revenge.

He jumped the last meter and landed hard on the ground just above Merrie's head. Up close, his cock was hard but a small, hairless thing. Two balls clutched tightly to his body. She trailed her gaze up his chest and saw things she never noticed before.

Dixie wasn't as young as she first thought. He had the duller skin of an adult, along with wrinkles along the joints. There were stretch marks around his hips. As she looked up, she saw hundreds of barely visible scars crossing his body. She knew they were knife wounds, but Dixie had as many that covered Bass' skin. Curious, she looked down at his hand. He lifted it as if knowing her thoughts, and she spotted the callouses along the fingers and palm. Bass said they were the marks of a sword or knife fighter.

She moved her attention to his eyes, wondering what Dixie was before he became a bitch; she couldn't say slave because he wasn't enslaved any more than Sable was.

Dixie shrugged, then planted his hand on her breast. His fingers dug into the soft flesh. She could feel his fingernails digging into the skin and hissed out as the tiny flicker of pain coursed along her senses. He grabbed her chin with his other hand and pushed her head up while bringing his cock down to her lips.

Merrie shivered and opened her mouth obediently. Despite his smaller stature, she found it hard to resist as he shoved his hard dick and balls into her mouth. He began to hump her face and she struggled to keep her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. She could feel it rolling in her mouth and felt a thrill at the idea of sucking off a man who looked too young to be a sex slave.

Dixie panted softly and released her chin. He grabbed her other breast and ground down, digging his fingernails in deep. She whimpered around his shaft at the pain, but she felt a flare of excitement rising inside. He twisted and mauled her body, scratching her nipples.

She whimpered and writhed underneath his touch, sucking because it was the only thing she could. She could feel him reaching an orgasm as his cock swelled. She opened her mouth as far as she could and reached back to tongue his little asshole.

He let out a gasp of pleasure. His entire body stiffened and the first blast of cum, sweeter than sugar, flooded her mouth.

Sable slammed into Dixie, throwing him off Merrie. His cum shot out in the air and his fingernails left ten burning scratches along Merrie's skin as he was tossed to the side. Sable barked cheerfully, smacked Merrie in the head with her tail, and bounded after him.

Merrie winced and looked at her breasts. The healing magic of her charm was already sealing over the wounds, leaving only a hint of pain that blurred with her pleasure. She licked the cum from her face. It tasted like sugar and honey, a cloying taste unlike anything she had ever known.

She slumped back happily, then she spotted Snapping Pussy picking up the ball. The olive-skinned bitch was looking around curiously her jaws stretched widely open by the ball. She had a shaved pussy and somewhat sturdy limbs. Her hair was a brown with hints of green in it. She looked sheepish as she crawled away.

Merrie turned back to look at where Sable and Dixie were wrestling. Neither alpha was moving. Dixie was underneath Sable, stopped in mid-attempt to buck her off. Sable was on top of him, pinning him down. Her teeth were buried in his shoulder. Both of them were watching Snapping with calculating looks on their face.

As soon as Snapping Pussy disappeared into the trees, Sable pulled her mouth off Dixie. For a moment, Merrie thought she spotted sharp canines, but then her mouth looked normal.

A trickle of blood oozed out of the wound on Dixie's shoulder. Merrie wondered why he didn't respond to the pain. Dixie shivered and a wave of transformation ran long his skin, briefly turning him into a wolf creature and back again. When he solidified once more, the wound and blood was gone. Dixie barked loudly and bounded after Snapping Pussy with Sable right behind him.

Merrie flipped over and rushed after them, crawling as fast as she could. She caught up as they came up to the gathering pack. Snapping Pussy was sitting in front of Tabitha, begging with the ball still lodged in her mouth.

Tabitha waited until all the bitches got into a begging or sitting position, and then pried the ball out of her mouth. "Very good girl."

Snapping Pussy shivered as her eyes grew unfocused. Her body shuddered twice and the scent of orgasm drifted through the pack.

Tabitha tossed the ball to Borias. "Toss it, bitch."

"Chew on your pubes, wood witch," snapped Borias with a smile. He spun around and threw the ball back into the woods.

Once again, they were off. Merrie joined the pack as they barked and smiled and ran. Merrie didn't find the ball that time, but she heard Dixie barking to come back. On the next throw by Thorn, she found it at the same time as Sable who made a ruckus by shoving Merrie against a tree and eating her out. Merrie moaned loudly until the twins found it. Pillow Chest got the reward.

It was a dozen throws later that Merrie found the ball first. She was crawling up on a log when she spotted the bright red flash in a crack between her hands. She stared down with it, surprised she found it. For a moment, she remembered the promise of the silver charm. It would be so simple to work it out and run back. Knowing that she would score high on the beauty show part, it would ensure she would get at least the silver charm.

Merrie reached down and used the tip of her glove to work it out. Carefully, she picked it up in her mouth. She leaned over the edge of the log and dropped it on the ground. One of the other bitches would find it and get that magically induced orgasm. She smiled to herself, she was becoming the beta more than just a bitch.

Dixie came running up the log, barking shrilly. He jumped at her.

Merrie ducked underneath his jump and the silfae let out a yip as he flew past. Giggling, Merrie crawled off the log where Dixie was making a big show of trying to get to his feet. She knew he was faking it, but didn't care as she jumped on top of him and buried his face into her breasts. She giggled and laughed silently to avoid setting off her collar.

Then let out a shriek as she felt him biting the soft breast. She tore herself away and stared down at the dimpled flesh. Healing magic coursed along her body and the bruise faded as fast as it came. She stared at Dixie in shock but he stuck out his tongue.

Realizing that he was playing, though a bit painfully, she narrowed her eyes and gave him a mock glare. Digging her feet into the soft ground, she surged forward.

Dixie's eyes widened as Merrie landed on top of him.

She scrambled up his body and straddled his head. She got a look of a satisfied smile on his face before she ground her soaked pussy against his head. She squirmed down until she was sitting on his face.

He, like every other bitch on the mill, responded with his mouth. His tongue darted out and lapped along her labia. Then gave her pussy lips a sharp bite.

Merrie shuddered as the sudden pleasure into pain blurred together. It was an electric shock across her senses. It gathered in her body like before, an orgasm starting to smolder in her depths. She responded by grinding her pussy harder against his face, burying his nose and mouth in her wet slit. Her gloved hand reached out for balance as she humped the male alpha.

Dixie licked hard and shoved his tongue up into her hole. Then bit her again. The pleasure and pain flashed through her senses and she almost bucked off.

She lifted her body until she heard his tiny gasp, then drove back down to smother him against her sex. Her body was growing tense and her breasts heaved as he licked and bit with abandoned. The agony and ecstasy continued to swirl together until she didn't know if she was coming or screaming.

He tore his face away enough to clamp down on her clitoris. She could feel teeth and lips, but her entire world exploded into white as she came. With a high-pitched scream of pleasure, she clumsily grabbed Dixie's head and pulled him tight as the spasm wracked her body.

(Just as bad as Sable.)

Shocked, Merrie lost her balance and tumbled off the tiny silfae. She heard his voice in her head. It was surprisingly deep voice that echoed in her mind. She scrambled to her face, staring at him with shock.

Dixie gave her a curious look, then gestured toward the log.

Merrie peered over to see Sama walking away with the ball in her mouth. She smiled and felt a tiny orgasm at helping Sama. Then, she let out her best bark and charged after Sama. Her feet trailed behind and she couldn't wait to be cropped so she could bounce like Licker and Sable.

Sama ran faster with Dixie and Merrie barking after her. She ran right up to Thorn, who threw the ball last. Panting, she dropped it at his feet. Merrie came up next to her and got into a begging position, wiggling her ass and tail as she looked up and smiled.

It took a few minutes for all the bitches to gather. Most of them were panting from the effort, but just as many were smiling. Two of the bitches, Snuff Bait and Twenty-Eight, were flushed and covered in juices. Sable begged between them with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. When Sable caught Merrie looking at her, she gave Merrie a wink and wiggled her own ass.

Merrie didn't know how happier she could be.

Thorn held out the ball Grange. "Hey, Grange, you haven't thrown anything tonight."

"Fuck off," snapped the warrior. Merrie felt a twist of disgust for the abusive man. All of his bitches had bruises at the show as did Sable. But, unlike Dixie's apparent ability to heal, Sable had no magical healing.

Bass cleared his throat. "He doesn't have to throw it, Thorn."

"No," Thorn held it out again for Grange, "come on. It's fun."

Borias reached out for the ball, but Grange snatched it away from Thorn. "Fine. I'll throw it."

Moving quickly, he unbuckled his belt and placed the ball in it. He grabbed the ends and swung it over his head. A moment later, he released one of the ends of his belt and the ball shot out above the trees.

Merrie careened her neck to see it red ball flying high then coming down far beyond any other throw.

Borias sighed angrily. "Do you get dizzy because you are a colossal dick all the time?"

Merrie looked at Bass. The thriban was annoyed, his lips pressed tightly together and his two teeth sticking out predominately. Next to him, Tabitha was glaring daggers at Grange.

Grange shrugged. "This is a fucking waste of time. Just give out the Silk-damned prizes and let me get my new fuck holes to play with."

Merrie whimpered softly and looked around. The other bitches were devastated by the sudden end to their game. She was sad because she was having fun. Then, she noticed Sable and Dixie looking at each other. There was something going on between them. Then, both looked at her with a silent question. They were going after the ball.

She smiled and barked. The bitches around her looked at her with surprise, but Merrie crawled through the back. As soon as she was clear, she was running as fast as she could crawl toward the ball. Sable and Dixie joined her and all three of them dove into the woods.

It took them over twenty minutes before they found it. Grange's throw managed to lodge the ball into a crack of a tree about two meters off the ground.

Merrie stared at with despair. She sat down next to Dixie, wondering if he would break out of his role as a puppy slave to crawl up the tree.

Sable, on the other hand, seemed untroubled by the tree. She looked over both of them, then smiled broadly. Reaching over, she bit down on Dixie's ear and dragged him to the tree. Dixie gave up a token struggle, then crouched down at the foot of the tree. His body glowed for a moment as a pulse of power coursed down the spectral leash.

Merrie stared at it, watching as he sent four pulses of power down the connection to Tabitha.

Sable barked once, then gestured for Merrie to crawl over to Dixie.

Obeying without hesitation, Merrie straddled Dixie's back. She braced herself as her hard nipples were teased by the contact against his skin. She leaned against the tree. Then planted herself firmer as she felt Sable crawling up her back.

Sable scrambled to perch herself on Merrie's shoulder. Merrie could feel the heat of her body against her back.

The first wave of power came rushing back down Dixie's connection. His body grew icy cold, then swelled up. Merrie let out a tiny shriek and struggled to remained balance as she felt the silfae transforming underneath her. Fur sprouted on the body between her legs and under her breasts, crushing Merrie's body as she was suddenly sandwiched between Sable and a good-sized wolf.

The second wave crashed into them and Dixie grew again, shoving them up the tree. A growl rumbled in his body and she felt the vibrations coursing long her inner thighs. It was a primal noise and one that started her body tingling with anticipation. She wondered if she would ever be the target of Dixie's lusts when he was in wolf form.

The final two waves crashed in one right after the other. Dixie grew with each one as his body broadened and his height increased.

Merrie felt her breath going quicker with the feeling of hard muscles between her legs. It was like fucking Bass, but something different. She walked her gloved, useless hands along the tree as Sable used her to reach up for the ball.

Suddenly, Sable was gone. Merrie looked up to see if she crawled on the tree, but the bitch and ball were both gone. She looked over her shoulder to see Sable prancing back to the mill with a ball in her hand.

Dixie let out a growl, then he shoved himself off the tree.

Merrie let out a shriek as she bounced off the tree and hit the ground hard. She spun over, knowing the charm would heal her, and shot out after Sable and Dixie. It only took a moment to catch up with them.

Sable and Dixie were wrestling on the ground. Dixie was rough as he shoved her around in his wolf form, but Sable was almost brutal as she bit and snapped at him. Her teeth dug into his legs as she growled. This time, Merrie was absolutely sure that Sable had wolf-like canines but only right before she dug into the Dixie's limb. When she pulled out, they were normal.

Merrie spotted the ball on the ground a few meters past the wrestling. She sneaked around and grabbed the ball. It was large, but not larger than Bass' cock that she frequently deep-throated. She gulped and started crawling toward the house. She only got a few steps before she heard Dixie and Sable stopping. She paused and looked over her shoulder.

They were both staring at her with a smile on their lips.

Knowing she was about to be tackled, Merrie tried to run.

She didn't make it.

Dixie slammed into her legs from behind and she tumbled to the side. The ball popped out of her mouth and rolled along the ground. It bounced twice before Sable caught it in mid-air and raced forced. He abandoned Merrie and chased after Sable.

Merrie felt a swell of excitement. They were having fun. She crawled as fast as she could after them. At the last minute, Dixie slowed and it was Merrie that jumped on Sable. She grabbed at breasts and legs, trying to pin Sable.

Dixie let out a bark as he grabbed the ball himself and bounded forward. He was strutting as he ran forward, just slow enough for Merrie to catch up.

Abandoning her efforts to hold Sable, Merrie joined the game and ran forward to tackle Dixie.

They wrestled as they took the ball back. Merrie was laughing so hard that she was crying and she couldn't breathe without pain, but she was having fun. She had a pack, friends. She didn't care about the charm or even the ball, just the enjoyment of the alphas and their beta.

They broke out of the trees as Dixie and Sable tackled her. She could barely see the house from the bodies pressed against her. The others, bitch and master alike, stared alike as Merrie wrestled against Dixie and Sable. As she struggled to keep the ball in her mouth with Sable half-kissing the ball to pull it out, she wished the others would join her.

Dixie bit down on Merrie's inner thigh, then swiped across her clitoris with his tongue. She let out a gasp at the intense sensation and Sable plucked the ball from her mouth.

Sable bounded forward only a few meters before Dixie jumped on her back and drove her into the ground.

Merrie laughed silently at the sight of Dixie humping the back of Sable's head as he tried to wrestle the ball out. She lifted her gaze to see the other bitches watching, curious but unmoving. Licker was in the back, dancing on one foot than the other as if she wanted to join in.

Remembering the wave of desire that Sable used to get them all to beg, Merrie wondered if she could convince the others to join in. She closed her eyes and tried to form the desire to join it. It was easy because she was having fun, but hard to solidify the idea into a clear-cut hunger to join in the wrestling. For the briefest of moments, she somehow got the idea. Grabbing it with her thoughts, she threw it out with all her might.

Instantly, the noises in front of her stopped. Merrie cracked open her eyes to see Sable and Dixie staring at her with complete shock. Sable's mouth opened and the ball rolled out of her mouth. Behind them, there was a flash of light as a wave of flickering power rolled across the clearing behind the house and crashed into the pack of puppy slaves.

Merrie wondered if she did something wrong. She backed up and crouched down, wanting to beg for forgiveness. She also wondered if that energy she was something she did, that she was capable of. She felt exhausted but excited, but it could have been from the wrestling and running.

Sable let out a bark of joy and her tail started to wag. She radiated surprise and affection and Merrie blinked back the sudden tears.

Next to Sable, Dixie made a soft grunting noise.

Merrie looked where he was gesturing to see the rest of the bitches running toward them. She crept forward and grabbed the ball from the ground. Prancing like Sable, she crawled up toward the charging pack knowing she was about to get buried.

Licker tackled Merrie and flipped her over. The ball flew in the air as Merrie landed on her back. Licker kissed Merrie on the throat and face. Another girl bumped up against Merrie before she dove between Merrie's outstretched legs to find her pussy.

The ball bounced twice before Useless Cunt caught it. Sable and Horny Holes tackled her and promptly abandoned the ball to start licking and teasing the pinned girl. Cock Diver didn't fare much better when she got the ball; it was seconds before Dixie was humping her face.

Merrie moaned as she gave up trying to get out from underneath Licker. The mouth on her pussy, and the fresh lips against her nipples were hard to fight. Licker slid forward and planted her pussy on her face. Obediently, Merrie dove her face into the wet slit and licked with all her might.

It took almost another hour before they could herd the bitches back into place. Merrie sat in the front, her breasts heaving and the taste of Licker, Fuckhole, and Twenty-Seven on her lips. Their pussy juices dried along her skin and she felt the intense afterglow still pulsing through her veins.

Borias was still laughing on the ground. Tears streamed down his face as he pounded the ground. Grange was a few meters away, with a dark look on his face. Bass and the others were laughing from their efforts to break the sudden orgy that took place on the ground.

"A-All right," Bass struggled with his own booming laughter, "does anyone where the ball went?"

There was laughter, then Sable barked.

Bass went over to her. "Sable?"

Sable gestured to Licker. Licker looked around, then a quizzical look crossed her face. She rocked her hips a few times, then her eyes grew wide.

With a curious look, he walked over to Licker and crouched down. His hands stroked along her body before he slid his fingers between her legs. A frown ghosted across his face as Licker squirmed on his two fingers. Bass' expression turned to surprise, then playful admonishment.

"Sable."

Sable shrugged and pretended to look sorry.

Bass wrapped his arm around Licker's waist and picked her off the ground. Turning around, Merrie could see him shove three fingers into Licker's shaved pussy, twisting and wiggling around.

Licker whimpered and clutched to him, her eyes crossing as a blush burned her sheets. Liquid excitement sparkled as it dribbled down her thighs and his arm.

It took a moment for Bass to ease the ball out of Licker's pussy. He set her down and shook the droplets off his other hand. Licker giggled and slumped forward, a happy look on her face.

"Let's give Ass Licker the points for that one."

"O-Okay," gasped Borias as he struggled to stop his laughter, "That be the best thing I've ever seen."

"Bori," warned Rendi as she stood up.

"Sorry, me mother, I'm trying."

Rendi held out a piece of paper. "Today, the copper goes to Snapping Pussy, Cock Diver, Useless Cunt, Females Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight, and also to Silly Tits."

After the trainers got the copper charms, Merrie held her breath, hoping she would win the silver but knowing she didn't.

"The silvers will go to Fuckhole, Horny Holes, Anal Cookie. Come on, pick up your charms."

Rendi didn't let go of the box of charms, though, until after Grange picked out his charm. She gave the box to Garcon and picked up the tray of golden charms.

"And, I think Ass Licker deserves the gold for being a beautiful little bitch."

Ass Licker gasped and looked around. She seemed surprised that she won.

Tabitha, on the other hand, let out a high-pitched squeal and ran into the gathered bitches. She swept up Licker and swung her around. "You're so cute!" She continued to swing around until she set Licker at Rendi's feet. With the same movement, Tabitha reached up and grabbed the golden charm without looking. She flipped it over and squealed again. "And you going to have the prettiest sets of tits ever!"

Merrie wondered if the word "sets" was right, but she realized she didn't win anything.

Borias groaned. "How does she pick the Lazarus charm every damn time?"

"Talent," chuckled Bass.

Bass stepped forward. "All right-"

Tabitha let out another breathy squeal as she clipped on the charm.

Bass looked down at her. "Tabitha?"

"Yes?"

"Can I make announcements?"

"Sure," Tabitha turned back to Licker, grabbed her around the throat with both hands, and pulled the teenage girl into a long, passionate kiss. Licker shivered at the touch, then leaned into the kiss herself. Her body clenched and unclenched slowly as Tabitha held her close.

Bass adjusted his hardness in his trousers. "Okay, we need to shift the bitches around. I'm moving Useless Cunt, Fuckhole, and Twenty-Eight to Bori. Piffin will get Snuff Bait, Ass Licker, and Anal Cookie. Thorn?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sticking you with two, Horny Holes and Twenty-Seven. Try not to hurt your dick again, please?"

"Sorry."

"I'll take Seven when he heals and Throat Fucked. Silly Tits will go to Tabitha to be cropped-"

Tabitha let out a cooing noise and looked lustfully at Sama who blanched.

"That means that Cock Diver and Pillow Chest will go to Grange."

Grange growled, "Fuck you all." He strode in front of Bass to grab Diver and Pillow by their collars and dragged them out for the other.

Bass watched with discomfort. His hand tightened into a fist until the door slammed in the house. He looked away sadly. "All right, that's it. Come on, Cunt and Throat, let's get a beer before heading up."

"Um," Tabitha spoke from kneeling on the ground in front of Licker. The humor and joy in her voice was gone and her voice seemed to cut through the noise. "Is Cunt staying with you?"

Bass nodded. "I have that choice." He turned away and gestured for Merrie, "Come on-"

Tabitha stood up sharply. "Five shares."

Silence slammed down. Borias and the others stared at shock. The bitches looked confused but then Merrie found the alphas. Sable was sad and tears glittered on her cheeks. Dixie sat next to her with a determined look on his face. Merrie peered back at Bass and for once felt emotion radiating from him.

Sadness.

Tabitha took a step toward him. "Ten shares."

Bass held up his hand. When he turned around, there was only a blank look on his face. Merrie could feel the emotions radiating from his body: sadness, anger, frustration, and fear. "You haven't vetoed me in eight years, Tabby."

"Not since Dixie." Tabitha spoke in a hard voice as she held her ground, "but it was important to me. Fif-"

Bass interrupted her. "Say your will."

"Cunt is an alpha and you are in danger of bonding."

Bass jerked as if he was just struck. He gulped as the tension in the air grew uncomfortable. He balled his hands into fists and focused on Merrie.

Merrie squirmed, knowing she was now the center of attention.

"You've," Bass spoke in almost in a whisper, "been speaking to Bori, have you?"

"I don't need a limp dick mage to tell me what I saw. She's an alpha and I can prove it."

The sadness gathered around Bass and Sable. Bass' yellowed eyes grew liquid from sudden tears gathering in them.

He sighed. "Prove it."

Tabitha nodded once. "Piffin, here." She pointed. Turning around, she pointed to Merrie. "Stay. Sable, there." She pointed next to Merrie. "Dixie." No words were needed. Both alphas crawled up next to Merrie and sat down.

The other bitches pulled back, watching with curiosity and confusion. Merrie whimpered and wanted to crawl into the ground. She knew she was about to lose Bass, but there was nothing she could do. She didn't know what to do.

Piffin sighed dramatically and stood in front of the two alphas and the beta. Tabitha whispered in his ears for a few moments.

Curious, Merrie reached out with her mind. She couldn't read Tabitha, but she could feel Piffin's emotions as clear as a book. He was excited, though he didn't show it, and controlled at the same. She knew his obsessions, the need for perfection in obeying commands. She could feel him about to give orders.

Tabitha spun on her heels and walked next to Bass. She turned back to the Piffin and the three bitches. "Begin."

Piffin's mind grew quiet. "Sit."

By the time Merrie got into the perfect sitting position, Dixie and Sable were already there.

"Beg."

Again, the two alphas were in the perfect position before Merrie could move. She frowned as she wondered how they moved so fast.

When the next command came, she realized that they were moving before he opened his mouth. They knew what he would say. She rolled on her back for the "lay" command. In the split second before the next command, she reached out with her mind and tried to listen that way.

(Sit.) "Sit."

It was just a heartbeat before the words came out of her mouth. Merrie felt a rush of excitement and threw herself into sitting position.

(Crouch.)

She threw herself into crouching before she heard his command.

"Crouch." A pause. (Sit.)

Merrie jumped into a sitting position and got into place before she heard the word. The next command came faster and she was overwhelmed by the lust radiating off Piffin, but she knew his commands.

She snapped into position, just like Sable and Dixie. The next command came and they were working in unison, snapping in the correct and most perfect position before she could hear the words.

The rush continued to fill her as she basked in Piffin's growing lust. He wanted her and his cock tented his pants with desire. She wanted him just as much, but he needed her to obey commands.

In the quiet back yard of the mill, the two alphas and beta obeyed commands in perfect synchronization. There was no hesitation, no pausing. Just commands that were obeyed as soon as they left his mouth.

(Sit.) "Calheil."

Merrie hesitated as the strange word, but then got into a sitting position. Sable and Dixie were already there.

Piffin gave another command in the same foreign language, but his mind was clear what he wanted. She rolled over, then obeyed the next. After a few more commands in the unknown language, she was back in sync with the two alphas.

He continued to give commands, moving with a steady beat. Command, shift, command. It was a rush to obey such a rapid series and Merrie felt her pussy tingling with the submission. She could be Piffin's bitch if he would just keep giving orders. She reached out hungrily, wanting to be the perfect slave.

Her body grew hot as he stopped speaking but his mind continued to give commands.

(Beg.) She begged.

(Sit.) She sat.

(Roll over.) She rolled over and hungered for more.

(Crouch.) She obeyed.

(Sit.) Her body ignited into flames as she came from just obeying commands. She needed him, hungered for him. Everything spun around her as she saw a spectral leash reaching out for Piffin. She knew it was buried in her heart and it would just be a matter of-

Dixie and Sable both bit her at the same time. Two sets of sharp teeth punctured skin and dug into the muscles of her shoulders. There was a surge of power and then Dixie transformed into a wolf. With a growl, he ripped her body off Sable's teeth and threw Merrie back away from Piffin.

Merrie let out a scream as she flew through the air. She hit the ground hard in a dull crunch, then bounced once. She flailed for the ground as it came rushing up and smashed into her body. She winced and let out a sob as the overwhelming feeling loneliness crashed into her. Her injuries healed as the charm around her collar glowed.

She had tried to bond with Piffin. Not because of love, but because of the incredible desire to be his perfectly obedient slave.

With a sob, she curled into a tight ball and cursed the day she was kidnapped. It wasn't fair. She wanted Bass more than anything else. But, at the same time, she realized she wanted all of the masters except Grange and Thorn. She wanted to be theirs forever.

Bass sighed but didn't come close. "Okay, you proved your point. Bori, go get Grange."

Merrie didn't have to look up to feel the overwhelming cloud of sadness that hung around Bass and Sable. Bass wanted her, he always did. He knew she would become an alpha, but resisted say the words. It felt like Tabitha had torn out Merrie's heart and taken away the man she loved.

Sable crawled over to Merrie and sat down next to her. She slumped forward and rested her chin on Merrie's shaking shoulder. (It will be okay, pack sister.)

The Sable's words in her head only made it worse. Merrie cried louder. She wanted to Bass to come to her, comfort her. She didn't want to lose her compassionate master.

"What," grumbled Grange as he slammed through the door, "the fuck do you want?"

"A meeting, Grange."

"Azus," snapped Borias, "you be beating up you girls already?"

"Shut the fuck up, murderer."

"Quiet!" barked Bass and Merrie jerked at the loud noise.

Silence filled the back yard. Merrie peeked up to see Bass standing with his back to Merrie, addressing the trainers. "Bori was right, Happy Cunt is an alpha. Which means-"

"Beta," interrupted Piffin.

Bass stared at him. "What?"

"An unbonded alpha is called a beta."

"Whatever. Cunt is a," Bass gestured to Piffin, "beta if you want. The last alpha we saw was Kessler's bitch and she sold for nineteen million marks."

"Azus' blessed crap," gasped Borias.

"Sable originally sold for twelve million. So, I can't stress how important it is that she remains without a master. None of us want another Sable incident, do we?"

Next to her, Sable tensed.

Bass continued, "We also lost out with Dixie because he bonded."

"Wouldn't have sold him," muttered Tabitha.

"Yes, and you blew two year's worth of shares to prove that. But, even if we get half of that nineteen, that will ensure this mill is open for the rest of our lives. So, this is what we are going to do. First, Bori gets fifty shares."

Borias looked surprised but Grange snapped out.

"What the fuck!?"

Bass glared at Grange. "Fifty shares for being the first to identify an alpha."

Tabitha joined in. "It's in the fucking contract, Grange. Oh wait, it's right under picking out a champion. You wouldn't have gotten that far."

"Fuck you, bitch."

Tabitha growled, a deep sound. There was a tingle of power and both Tabitha and Dixie began to slow.

"Stop it!" yelled Bass.

When Tabitha backed away, Bass continued.

"Alphas bond when they have strong emotions toward their masters. That means fear, anger, desire," he swallowed as the sadness grew stronger, "and love. Which means we have to rotate Cunt around to prevent her from ever attaching from any of us. I think we should move her to Grange to-"

Tabitha spoke up sharply. "Ten more shares."

Bass stopped. "Vetoing me again, Tabitha?"

"Yes, because you were going to give her to Grange to get it over with. I'm taking charge of Cunt's training from now on."

Bass opened his mouth to argue, but Tabitha spoke sharply. "Twenty shares."

A glower stormed across the thriban's face. "No."

"Thirty."

"Tabitha, don't do this."

"Fifty shares, Bass. You are no longer in charge of Cunt." There was anger and determination in her voice. She stepped toward Bass as the air grew tight. Power radiated along the connections to the alphas as Merrie felt a fight about to break out.

Sable let out a sudden sad sigh as Bass' shoulders slumped. Next to Tabitha, Dixie nodded with the unvoiced decision.

Merrie knew what was coming. She could feel it before the words came out of his mouth. She let out a long wail of lost as Bass spoke.

"Cunt is yours."

A whine tore from Merrie's throat as she stared at Bass. She couldn't believe that he would just give up on her so easily. She didn't know what Tabitha meant by announcing shares, but whatever she said made him toss Merrie aside without a fight. She thought he loved her, but now he was turning her back. She took a step forward, her gloved hands hitting the ground. Whimpering, she reached out for him with her other hand, begging with wordless cries.

Tabitha let out an annoyed sigh, stepped back, and slammed her hand down. Merrie felt her collar jerking against her throat. And Tabitha pulled up before slamming Merrie face-first into the ground.

The ground punched Merrie's face and stars exploded across her vision. A flash of pain seared along her senses, radiating from where her chin and nose were smashed into the ground. She opened her mouth to sob and tasted dirt against her lips and tongue.

"Down," commanded Tabitha as she shoved Merrie's collar into the ground again.

The pressure on her neck increased. Merrie dropped to the ground to try relieving the pressure. Her knees scraped against the ground and rocks tore at her breasts, leaving tiny scrapes along the soft skin.

Tabitha relaxed her grip sightly but the pressure refused to let Merrie pick her head off the ground.

Merrie found that she could look up, but seeing Bass walking into the house tore another sob from her throat. Licker and Sable were following after him, walking slowly as they watched her with tear-filled eyes. Bass, on the other hand, didn't look back as he disappeared into the house.

Her heart torn in half with despair, she rested her head against the ground and let the tears roll down her face.

"Pathetic," muttered Tabitha. She knelt down next to Merrie and transferred the collar to her other hand.

The humor of the dog show now gone, the other trainers took their bitches into the house. Borias was the last. He leaned against the door frame to let Cunt, Fuckhole, and Twenty-Eight pass. His eyes were bright as he stared at Merrie.

Tabitha's grip on the collar tightened. "You have a problem, Bori?"

Borias focused on the silfae. "You know I like her, right?"

"And when she gets cropped, you'll get your chance at fucking her."

Merrie shuddered at the hard words. She could feel the collar's magic rising up, turning the anticipation of being amputated into a steady throb of pleasure centered between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, trying to fight the collar's control. She didn't want to find pleasure in being cropped, she wanted to go back to her master, any master besides the woman holding her down.

Borias looked over to Merrie. "Sorry, girl."

"Yeah, yeah. You'll get most of her back, Bori. Now shut the fucking door and train your bitches."

Borias snapped at Tabitha. "You're a bitch, you know that?"

Tabitha lifted Merrie's collar and jammed it back into the ground. "Eat me."

He didn't answer her. He gave Merrie one last, longing look, then closed the door between them. She could barely hear the latch clicking, but it felt like a shot through her heart.

"They're all fucking pussies," said Tabitha. She released the collar as she stood up. She wiped her hand on her thighs and turned her back to the house. "You can't fall for these bitches."

She headed for the tree line.

Merrie trembled as she pushed herself on her hands and knees. Her body ached from Tabitha's harsh actions. She stared up at the mill, hoping that Bass would somehow rescue her. She knew he wouldn't. As much as she wanted him to, he had given her away and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Cunt!"

Merrie jerked at the sound. She looked over her shoulder, then turned around as Tabitha pointed to the ground. Slowly, she crawled toward Tabitha, not wanting to go with her new mistress.

"If you aren't here by the count of two, I will crop you right here and now."

The collar's magic rose up and she felt the tickle of pleasure coursing along her body. She suddenly wanted to roll over, spread her legs, and beg to be torn apart. Just as she knew that Bass wouldn't rescue her, she also knew that Tabitha wouldn't do it. But it didn't stop the hungry, irrational desire to be cropped right on the grass.

"One."

Merrie hurried forward on her knees and palms. She trembled as she felt Tabitha's glare on her body. When Tabitha pointed angrily at the ground next to her, Merrie rushed forward and stopped next to her.

"I hate cropping Bass' bitches. He drowns you fucking bitches in kindness and compassion, which means I have you tear your damned heart out just to do my job." She growled deep in her chest. "Come on, Dixie. I'm sure the wimp is whining again."

Dixie was sitting on the other side of Tabitha. He let out a sharp bark, then trotted ahead. His bare hands curled up so he could walk along his knees. He accelerated into a trot, heading straight for the trees.

Tabitha looked down. "Heel."

At her sharp voice, Merrie shuddered and crawled after Tabitha. The silfae walked forward at a brisk rate and Merrie had to hurry to keep up. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she followed Tabitha to a path that lead deeper into the woods.

Merrie hadn't paid much attention to the woods while they were playing fetch, but now that she was walking toward a terrible fate, the dark woods were sinister and terrifying. The last of the sunlight peeked through the canopy and left little stars of purple color on the ground.

Tabitha didn't slow nor stop. She continued to walk just outside of Merrie's reach along the well-worn path. They came up to a stream and she hopped across, peering over her shoulder as Merrie tried to navigate.

"Just go through the fucking water."

Merrie winced and plodded through the water. The cold liquid leaked through the laces of her gloves and boots. She tried to shake her hand free, but the water just sloshed around her bent knuckles.

Ahead of her, Tabitha tugged at the fabric covering her breasts. She found the knot and untied it. With a sigh of contentment, she pulled it off her body and balled it one hand. A few seconds later, the cloth over her hips joined the other one and she walked along the trail naked.

Two weeks ago, Merrie would have stopped in shock, but now she just inspected Tabitha's body from the view of a sex slave. Tabitha was thin, but well defined. Muscles shifted smoothly as she walked and from Merrie's vantage point, she had a boyish ass that flexed with every long step. Despite her misgivings of her new mistress, Merrie wondered what it would be like to nuzzle her mouth between the two hard lines of Tabitha's ass, or be ground against the thick patch of pubic hair that was visible even from behind.

The trail came to a sudden end at the entrance of a cave. It looked natural at first, but then Merrie saw hewn rocks shoring up one side of the entrance and thick timbers bracing the dark tunnel that lead into the ground. Somewhere deep inside the bowels of the earth, a yellow-orange light flickered ominously. A pitiful moaning came rising up from the depths and Merrie shivered at the helplessness of the sound.

Tabitha stopped part of the way down and turned around. "Are you coming, Cunt?"

The wail rose up again and Merrie whimpered. She didn't want to know what horrors Tabitha had down there. She couldn't step back either, terrified of what the silfae would do to her.

Annoyance flashed across Tabitha's face. She stormed back up.

Merrie looked around, but couldn't move. Her stomach clenched violently as she tensed up for a strike. But, Tabitha didn't hit her. Instead, the naked silfae crouched down in front of her and grabbed Merrie's collar with both hands.

"I can't stand doe-eyed little submissives who get off when someone throws you to the ground and fuck whatever hole you happen to provide."

Pleasure coursed through Merrie at the memory of Bass raping her in the middle of the mill yard, in front of everyone.

Tabitha snarled and yanked Merrie to her face. Her hands squeezed tightly as her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat. "Look, you may cream at the thought of being abused by Bass' little dick, but I can't stand it. As far as I am concerned, you are only good for being cropped," she jerked the collar, "broken," another jerk, "and sold."

Merrie's pussy was burning hot. She could feel the moisture gathering along her labia. She didn't want to be excited with Tabitha's threats, but the sense of helplessness sent the passion burning her body. It radiated along her insides, spreading out to fill her breasts, arms, and throat.

Tabitha stared at her for a moment, then threw her down. "Fucking submissives."

Spinning on her heels, the silfae stormed down. "Cunt! Get your fucking ass down here!"

Her fear of the cave was gone, replaced with a heated lust to be dominated once again by Tabitha. She could still feel the woman's knuckles against her throat, pulling her around like she was nothing but a toy. She let out a soft smile to herself and crawled down into the cave.

It was larger than she expected. Maybe ten meters across and roughly circular. At the far end was a huge hearth with a fire inside it. The flames were bright, almost white, and the heat rolled out of the stone fireplace. There were four niches carved into the side of the room, two on each side. They were plain looking except for the blankets and pillows heaped on each ledge.

The center of the room caught her attention. It was a depression about two meters across and filled with grass, leaves, and branches. She thought it was for a fire, but with the hearth radiating heat, there was no way Tabitha would need even warmth in the cave. Even in the few seconds she since she crawled down, she could feel the sweat prickling her skin.

Tabitha headed straight for the flames. "Go check on the wimp. I'll check on dinner."

Dixie barked and headed for one of the niches. Tabitha headed to the fire were a pot was hung over the corner of the flames. Steam rose out of it and there were splatters of a dark liquid along the outer edge.

Merrie was ignored. She felt uncomfortable standing there, but she didn't know what to do. She glanced at Tabitha's back; the silfae was standing almost in the fire naked and looked at ease. Morbidly curious, she peered back up the slope leading out of the cave.

"I wouldn't."

Merrie jumped and looked back, but Tabitha was leaning over the pot. She spoke without looking at Merrie.

"Right now, your precious Bass is fucking his bitches as loudly as he could. Not just because he loves fucking bitches, but because he's terrified of hearing you scream. If you run," Tabitha finally glared at her, "I promise you he will hear you."

Merrie shivered at the realization that she was trapped with a door wide open.

"No matter how fast you run, Cunt, I'll catch you. I can see in the dark, smell you for a kilometer, and I regenerate considerably faster than that little charm of yours. Frankly, you couldn't stop me even if you cut off my head." Setting down her spoon, she strode over to Merrie. "Might as well get you comfortable."

Merrie cringed as Tabitha loomed over her. She felt her body growing tight with anticipation. She was scared but also right on the edge of hope that Tabitha would do something that send a thrill through her body.

Tabitha's hand snapped out and grabbed Merrie's collar. Merrie felt a flash of pleasure as Tabitha dragged her forward to the one of the beds. Even as she was scrambling to get enough purchase to ease the pain on her neck, she felt pleasure coursing through her body. She was being used, dominated, and it was the same intoxicating thrill that Bass gave her. At the bed on the same side as the niche Dixie was in, Tabitha stopped. She held Merrie up by the collar.

Merrie was forced into a begging position, but her ass was pulled off the ground. The hard metal of her collar dug into her jaw painfully. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she brought them up, not to hold it but to beg.

"Pathetic," muttered Tabitha. She reached down with her other hand. Her fingers bumped against Merrie's belly, then she drove her fingers down. Merrie's pussy clenched with anticipation as Tabitha drove four fingers into the wet opening and picked her off the ground.

It was painful being held up by her neck and pussy, but Merrie let out a gasping moan as Tabitha deposited her on the niche. Despite being made of stone, there was almost a quarter meter of blankets and pillows. Merrie sank down into it, surprised at the softness.

Tabitha yanked her legs over the edge until she was sitting. "Let's get those stupid gloves and boots off."

Merrie inhaled sharply as a strange fear crossed over her. She didn't want them off, that would mean she was about to be cropped. She tilted her legs away from Tabitha.

The silfae grabbed her knees and slammed them together. "Look, Cunt, you aren't getting cropped tonight." She flicked out her index finger and a claw formed from her fingernail. She grabbed Merrie's left boot and sliced down through the laces. "However, we have rules here. Anyone who does magic has rules. Just as that limp-dicked thriban must honor every fucking promise he makes, I must do this."

She yanked the boot off Merrie. The hot air felt strange against Merrie's bared toes. She kept her foot straight, it was the most comfortable position after a week of bondage. She felt the heat rising in her body, the collar's magic turning her anticipation of being cropped into an intense pleasure.

Tabitha grabbed the other. "Tomorrow, you'll be like all the other pussies. You'll run and I'll catch you. I'll bite off your arms and legs. You'll scream and Bass will cry. I might even shed a tear, but it will be because you weren't even remotely a challenge."

Merrie stared down as her mind struggled. There was fear, she could feel it, but it was distant. She knew it was the collar keeping it back, turning it into a hot lust to be horribly mutilated. She wanted to scream, to cry, but all she could do was moan softly as her nipples grew hard and her pussy wetter.

Tabitha tossed the ruined boot to the side. She looked up at Merrie, then down. "You should be screaming. You should be begging for freedom now. You should be peeing in fear. Instead, because of that cursed collar, I bet you are almost creaming, aren't you?"

Blushing, Merrie nodded guiltily. With Tabitha in front of her, it seemed horribly wrong that she was getting off on the idea of being cropped. She wanted Tabitha to grab her, to finger her, to do anything to let her come. She spread her legs to give her exposure to her aching pussy.

Tabitha rolled her eyes. "I don't give bitches pleasure. If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you." She stood up and grabbed Merrie's glove. With her finger, she sliced through the laces.

Whimpering, Merrie shivered. She was terrified of going days without sex again, it haunted her. She felt her body growing hotter and she whimpered pitifully.

"Oh, don't give me that fucking whine. Bass has rules. You'll go to be with cum in your mouth. If you're lucky, I'll even let Dixie or the wimp get you off. Otherwise, I'm just going to fuck your face until I come."

She yanked off the other glove and tossed it aside. Merrie felt naked as she stared up at her rough mistress.

Tabitha grabbed her collar and unhooked the charm. Unlike the gloves, she reached up above the niche and carefully set it on a shelf.

Merrie looked up.

"Don't you fucking whine."

She returned her attention to the silfae in front of her.

"I'm not punishing you. Rendi's magic interferes with my own. That charm tries to heal you back to your natural physical state. When I crop you, I have to change that so you can never heal from your cropping. If I just tore off your arms," Merrie shuddered as the induced pleasure licked at her senses, "then in a few days, they would be right back. Without the charm, my magic will transform you so your natural state will be the stubby little bitch you are to become. In four days, you'll get your precious charm again and you will," she leaned forward, "never be walking again in your life."

Tabitha grabbed Merrie's hands and pulled her to her feet.

Unused to standing, Merrie started to fall. Tabitha caught her with strong arms. Merrie slumped against her shoulder, feeling humiliated as she tried to stand up.

"Come on, Cunt, stand like you aren't a bitch."

Merrie shook as she tried to balance again.

"Grab me."

With a focus, Merrie grabbed Tabitha by the shoulder. Her legs ached as she tried to flattened her foot. Pain shot up her legs and crashed into the pleasure. She let out a gasp as she forced one foot down.

"There we go. Just work at one foot at a time," Tabitha almost sounded compassionate. She reached out and held Merrie by the hips, directing her to stand like a human once again. When Merrie took the first step forward, Tabitha moved with her, standing back.

"Good. Again. Another step. Good. Now, can you stand your own?"

Merrie pulled her hands away from Tabitha. The world swam and she fought the overwhelming urge to drop to her knees.

"Don't you dare," threatened Tabitha.

Merrie fought with her inclinations and managed to stand on her own. It felt strange, foreign, to stand on two feet. She missed the comforting pressure of the gloves and boots. Her surroundings had become alien, standing up instead of crawling.

Tabitha seemed happy with Merrie's progress, or as happy as the silfae could get. "Well, it doesn't entirely suck. Okay, I need to feed the wimp now. You need to walk around and get used to your feet. I'm sure you are capable of serving yourself or have you become such a slut that you don't know how to swallowing anything that doesn't come out of a dick?"

Merrie didn't know how to answer the question. She gave a hesitant nod, then pointed to the bowl near the flames.

"Walk first. You can go up the slope to the cave but no more than... say ten paces from the entrance. And if I hear you calling out to Bass, you'll regret it." The last came out as a growl.

Merrie shook her head and took another step. It hurt from muscles beginning to atrophy and she winced. She took another step, then a third. As she managed the fourth, she felt a prickling of Tabitha's emotions rising up. Underneath the waves of disappointment and annoyance, there was just a hint of approval. She didn't dare peek back at the silfae; instead she started toward the niches on the other side of the room.

She walked around for almost a half hour. As she got used to walking again, and feeling less a bitch and more of a naked, sweaty human, Merrie struggled with her fingers. They resisted just like her feet, but soon she could stretch them out. As she stared down at her outstretched fingers, she realized that it was only a day before she would never see them again.

The realization sent a sharp, acidic bolt of pleasure through her body. It teased her senses and she thought about her breakdown on the stairs. Borias' words came back to her, telling her to pretend she couldn't pick up anything, touch anything, grab anything. It just fueled the pleasure in her veins and she staggered against the wall with the desire to shove her fingers between her legs.

Panting for breath, she looked down at her hard nipples and sweat-covered breasts. The cave was hot and it was hard to breath, but she was afraid to walk out even with Tabitha's permission.

She glanced up to where Tabitha sat on the edge of the niche with Seven. Dixie was on the bed, his head sticking out from the blankets and a happy smile on his lips. Seven also had his head sticking out, but tears ran down his cheeks as he swallowed from the spoon Tabitha' offered.

"Come on, wimp, put a little back into it or I'm going to have Dixie rape your ass again."

Seven gasped and took another spoonful. She swirled it around in the bowl and brought up another.

"Again."

He resisted and she leaned forward. "Another bite or Dixie...." She left the sentence hanging but it inspired Seven to eat.

"You are pathetic. Another," she said.

Her words were hard, cruel, but they were obviously working.

Merrie padded to the hearth, where the heat rolled off in waves, and grabbed a bowl herself. It almost slipped from her fingers, but she served herself and started toward her niche.

"Keep walking."

Guiltily, Merrie held the hot bowl in one hand and ate with the other. To her surprise, it was good and hearty. She finished one bowl, then another before her stomach gurgled contently. She set the bowl down near the hearth, but whens she stood up, Tabitha was standing right in front of her. They were less than a decimeter apart.

Merrie let out a gasp and started back. The fire seared her foot before Tabitha grabbed her collar and yanked her forward.

"You are pathetic."

Merrie blushed in humiliation.

"But, this next step will be easier with you. On the bed with Seven and Dixie."

Obeying, Merrie walked over to the bed and crawled on the soft covers. It was deep, but it also smelled of blood and sweat. Seven peeked up from the covers, terror burning his eyes. He cringed but his movement bumped up against Dixie who let out a deep growl in his tiny chest.

Tabitha crawled next to her. She jammed her hand into the blankets. Seven let out a wail of pain as she fished his arm out. Merrie took one look at it and blanched.

Seven was cropped. His arm ended at the elbow, just like Licker. The wound was ragged but not bleeding, like a hunk of beef hanging on a hook. At the end was the bright white of the bone.

Tabitha planted her hands over the end and Seven let out a shriek. She glared at him. "Shut up, wimp." She focused on Merrie. "Distract him."

Merrie didn't know what to do. She looked helplessly at Dixie.

Dixie rolled his eyes, then used his mouth to pull away the blankets.

When Seven's body was exposed, she looked him over; he was a slender, frail-looking man before but with his legs cut off at the knees gave him a dwarf-like appearance. His cock was good-sized but soft. It looked like a wrinkled nut and there were scratches covering his chest and shoulders.

Merrie reached out for Seven to pull him into a hug. At the same time, she let out a pulse of emotion, compassion and comfort.

He looked at her with surprise, then desperation. With a sob, he leaned into her and buried his face into her neck. Sobs tore through his body as he tried to wrap his one amputated arm around her shoulders.

Dixie continued to pull away the blankets until Seven was bared to the hot air. As the bitch shivered, Dixie crouched behind him. The little silfae smiled up at Merrie, then reached down to stroke his cock. Energy rose up, a light that didn't reflect off the environment. Merrie watched as Dixie's tiny cock grew and blossomed. It spread out into a wide, wedge-like shape, then stretched out until it was a huge dog cock sprouting from his tiny from.

Seven let out a sob and tensed up. His mouth worked silently against Merrie's skin, but she couldn't read his lips. Instead, she stared down at the purple and red cock that bounced in the air.

Dixie let out a soft growling noise followed by a bark.

Seven shuddered and lifted his hips, exposing his asshole to Dixie's dog cock.

Merrie felt a surge of excitement, of anticipation, as she watched with rapt fascination as Dixie aimed the tip of the huge cock against Seven's ass. She squirmed as the excitement filled her, firing the inferno inside her. She wanted to be closer, to be underneath, when Dixie pushed inside.

Dixie grabbed Seven's hips and drove forward. The cock speared the wrinkled opening and stretched it open. Centimeters of thick, swollen cock disappeared into Seven's body and Merrie felt a hunger flaring up inside her. She wanted Dixie inside her ass just as she did Bass. She bit her lower lip as she watched Dixie forcing his cock into Seven's rectum.

Seven, on the other hand, tightened up and clutched Merrie tightly. The pressure from Dixie's penetration drove him against her. Seven's body crushed Merrie against the stone wall of his niche; she could feel her nipples grinding against his chest.

Tabitha let out a soft crooning noise. It became a song, rough and guttural. As she sang, power rose up along her body and reflected off Dixie. It sank into Seven's body and the slave let out a scream of pain.

Merrie stared in shock, but Tabitha's eyes had became hazy, almost pure white, as she clutched to the ragged end of Seven's arm.

Seven tried to jerk his hand away from her grip.

Dixie thrust hard and drove Seven into Merrie. Seven stopped trying to free himself for a moment but as soon as Dixie's swollen cock buried itself into his ass, he started up again.

Merrie realized what she was to distract Seven from. She thought about Licker and how she stopped her from activating the collar. Inspired, Merrie pushed Seven back into Dixie's cock. The male slave let out a higher wail of pain, but Merrie silenced him by kissing him.

Seven's breath was hot against her lips. He was screaming into her mouth, but it died down as he realized what she was doing.

Merrie grabbed his chest and held him tightly, feeling his body jerking as Dixie began to fuck his ass. She forced Seven's mouth open and darted her tongue inside. He opened it submissively and she took advantage to tease his insides. She trail her hands down his chest, careful to avoid his injuries, until she could wrap her fingers around his cock.

In her hand, Seven's shaft grew harder. With every thrust of Dixie's cock, it jerked in her hand. She cupped his balls and stroked twice for every one of Dixie's thrusts.

The screams died down until he was whimpering against her mouth. His body continued to jerk forward and Merrie felt a flash of hunger, wanting to feel the slick cock in her hands buried inside her own pussy.

Not caring if Tabitha would punish her, Merrie forced her leg underneath Seven until she could free it on the other side of his hips. She felt vulnerable, exposed. She was straddling him, or he was caught between her legs. Panting, she inched her hips forward and lowered herself to the bed.

Seven froze and held his breath. His eyes snapped open as Merrie dropped herself to the blankets and spread her legs wide. He broke the kiss to stare at her incredulously.

Merrie smiled and nodded. She gathered up her own lust and pushed it out. She could feel it pouring into Seven and his cock surged in her hand. Giving an encouraging gesture, she reached around his hips and pulled him into her.

The feeling of a hard cock, even one relatively small as Seven's, almost pushed Merrie into an orgasm. She clutched tightly to him, holding his frail body to her own as his length buried deep into her soaked pussy.

Dixie continued to drive into his ass, but as he nestled into the V of Merrie's legs, it gave the tiny silfae a better angle. He smiled fiercely as he drove into Seven which force the slave's cock deep into Merrie's pussy. When Dixie pulled out, so did Seven. They found a rhythm, with Dixie fucking Merrie using Seven as a proxy.

Seven and Merrie moaned. Neither was moving, but both of them were being fucked. She grabbed his face and stared into his eyes, encouraging him more as his cock continued to slid deep into her body. She could feel his cock spasm, trying to come, but the pressure of Dixie's shaft in his ass prevented anything from coming out.

Merrie peered over Seven's shoulder to where the swollen purple cock was sliding in and out. She wondered if it would be different to see two guys fucking, but all she could see was a puppy slave being fucked in the ass. It didn't matter that there was a hard cock driving into her, just that Seven was a bitch just like herself.

She didn't know when Tabitha moved, but she vaguely remembered the Sivlir silfae holding one arm, then another. Instead, her entire world was focused on staring into Seven's eyes and enjoying the feel of his cock thrusting deep inside her.

Then, Tabitha was whispering in her ear. "Come."

It wasn't a magical command. The collar didn't send a bolt pleasure or force it out of her, but Merrie couldn't think of anything but obeying the whispered command. She let out and her world turned into a maelstrom of pleasure and ecstasy. Her orgasm, long-building, crashed into her and she yanked Seven into her.

From behind, Dixie let out a howl and thrust hard, forcing his entire dog cock into Seven's. Seven's shaft exploded inside her, coating her insides with cum as Dixie pumped his seed into Seven.

To Merrie, it felt like two guys were filling her at the same time, which only sent her further into a spiral of pleasure and hunger. She clutched tightly as her body shuddered around him. Too soon, the pleasure faded and left behind an afterglow that made the cave seem cold. She looked around with half-lidded eyes and realized that both Dixie and Tabitha were sitting on the floor and eating. There was a timelessness to the cave and she felt like she was slipping through it faster than she could perceive it.

Merrie pulled herself off of Seven's cock. The bitch slid to the side and curled up. When he pulled his arms up to his chest, Merrie saw that they were no longer a ragged wound with bone sticking out, but smoothed over skin. It looked as if he was born that way instead of being amputated only a day before.

With cum dripping from her pussy, she crawled off the niche. For a moment, she was tempted to remain on her hands and knees, but she knew Tabitha wanted her to walk. Pulling herself into a standing position, she moaned as the cum ran down her inner thighs. Unsure where to go, she walked over to where Tabitha and Dixie ate and sat down next to them.

Tabitha swallowed before she spoke. "You actually weren't too pathetic there. Violated most of Bass' rules, but it actually helped."

Merrie looked down at the ground, unsure of how to respond.

The silfae pointed to Seven's bed. "He actually had some resistance, which surprised me. He just gave up when I finally caught up with him. And then, he set off his fucking collar and just laid there limply for me to crop him." She let out a disgusted snort. "I hate submissives. You," she pointed at Merrie, "are just going to roll over and let me crop you. I'd be surprised if you actually run like you're suppose to."

Tabitha turned to Dixie and smiled. "Not like my little bitch here. Dixie," she reached out and stroked his head, "fought until the last minute. He actually bit me when we were fighting and I threw him over the fence in surprise. It was," she sighed, "the sexiest thing I had ever seen."

Dixie smiled broadly and wagged his tail. He gave his bowl a final slurp and sat back.

"Of course," Tabitha continued, "I pretty much raped him for three days after that, but still... he made cropping worth it."

She grabbed his leather collar and dragged him closer. Dixie let out a soft growling noise before Tabitha bit him on the nose. Dixie stopped immediately, but Tabitha just released her teeth and rubbed noses to him.

Merrie felt like an intruder as a familiar emotion filled the cave: love. It was far different than Sable and Bass, but what Dixie and Tabitha had was a shared emotion, a connection. As she concentrated, she could see the hazy leash that bound them but there was no question about it. For all her harsh words, Tabitha loved Dixie just as Bass loved Sable.

Dixie looked sharply at Merrie and the mood was broken.

Tabitha licked the bottom of her own bowl. "Okay, you need to walk some more. Tomorrow, you're going to run for the last time in your life and I need you as limber as you can be." She sighed, "As disappointing as you'll be."

Merrie crawled to her feet and, at Tabitha's gesture, started to walk around the room. She walked for almost an hour until it felt natural again. Then, Tabitha ordered her to bed. Exhausted and tired, Merrie crawled into the thick blankets and sprawled out on top of them. The heat of the cave was too much for the heavy blankets that Seven slept underneath. Closing her eyes, she let her mind relax.

She heard Tabitha tell Dixie, "Ready, bitch?"

Dixie let out a soft, muted bark.

Merrie cracked open one eye and watched as Tabitha crawled into the depression in the center of the room. Her naked body twisted around three times before she curled up in the middle. Dixie did the same, nestling his tiny body in the crook of her form.

"Darkness," commanded Tabitha and the flames darkened but the heat didn't diminish.

Merrie laid in the darkness, staring at nothing as she thought about the day. She was happy that the morning but now she wasn't as content. Instead, she felt the fear and anticipation burning inside her veins, keeping her awake as she thought about the next day.

She was going to be cropped, amputated. When the next night came, she wouldn't be ever able to serve herself again. Be able to walk like a human. She was going to be a bitch forever.

It excited and terrified her. She rolled over and stared at the muted flames in the hearth. It was going to hurt. She was probably going to scream. Nothing she had could prepare herself for what was going to happen.

She wondered if the collar would make her come.

Slowly, she let her gaze center on the two silfae in the center of the room. They weren't sleeping on the soft, comfortable beds. They could have, but they chose a life of discomfort. They were in a different world than Bass, Borias, and even the rest of the bitches. Like two feral beasts barely wearing the shroud of humanity.

Merrie rolled back over and tried to sleep. After trying for a few minutes, she gave up. Rolling back on her stomach, she regarded the silfae again. There was something about them that drew her to them.

Holding her breath, she slipped off the bed. Swaying for a moment, she padded to the center of the room. She stood over the two.

Tabitha shifted and opened one eye.

Next to her, Dixie looked up. His tail wagged once.

Merrie wrung her hands together and looked down.

Tabitha lifted her head and sighed. "You are pathetic." But, even as the words rose up, she was making a spot for Merrie between Dixie and herself.

Merrie blushed as she crawled between them, lowering her body so she was pressed between mistress and bitch. She felt a flash of subdued pleasure as she settled into place.

Dixie nuzzled up behind her, his small dick against the small of her back and one arm slid underneath Merrie's arm to cup her breast. His little hand caught her nipple and he twisted hard before resting his head on her shoulder.

Tabitha came up from the other side and grabbed Merrie's collar. She pulled Merrie's head close to hers.

"Fucking alphas," she muttered. She rested her face against Merrie's and closed her eyes. "Now sleep. We both need to rest before I crop you."

This should be a visual novel.

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That would be awesome. Of course, I want to see Derik's Luck as an animated series too. :) The problem is, not enough budget to draw good porn.

Merrie opened her eyes as the early morning sent a tingle through her veins. Her first thought was the realization that she would be cropped and it sent a surge of pleasure coursing through her body. She trembled at the magic controlling her and stared up at the dark ceiling.

She never noticed it before, but there was writing on the ceiling. It was all written in the same handwriting at the stakes: Tabitha's. It was dense, barely a centimeter high, and spiraled out from the center of the cave and down the walls. In the dark, the letters glowed faintly.

"My family," whispered Tabitha, "two hundred and twelve generations since we earned for our freedom from the dragons. All of them are dead now, but I can never forget them. I can't forget them."

Merrie turned to look over at Tabitha. They were still close, just centimeters away. The silfae's breath warmed Merrie's face, reminding her that the woman would cruelly amputate her was just as mortal as herself.

The silfae watched Merrie with her bright green eyes. Merrie felt more naked than normal as the elfin woman reached out and ran a thumb along Merrie's ears. Her fingertips squeezed the curl and a flicker of pain coursed through it. "Are you frightened, Cunt?"

Underneath the pleasure coursing through Merrie's body, she could feel the terror fighting with the magic of the collar. It was a shackle, a bondage that she didn't know how to break on her own. The very idea of being controlled gave her a sense of helplessness, which only added to her pleasure. She squirmed as her body grew hot and wet, but she nodded sheepishly.

"I hate that collar. But, without it, so many of you empty-headed bitches got hurt. I have to accept it, but it makes my job so much harder."

Tabitha sat up and stretched her neck. She glanced up at the opening of the cave where it was still dark outside. Her breasts ground into Merrie's shoulder. "We better get started. Dixie?"

Dixie crawled on top of Merrie and sat down, his ass resting on her shoulder and Tabitha's breast. He barked cheerful and dug his fingers into Merrie's body.

"Cut the chatter, bitch," Tabitha snapped and pulled back, "and check on the wimp. Cunt?"

Merrie tried to shake him off as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

Dixie crawled over Merrie's body, keeping his body on top of Merrie. His small penis bumped against her ear as he scrambled to her head. As he perched himself, he gave a sharp bark.

She looked up and glared at him.

He leaned over to smile sweetly back, then ground his balls into the top of her head.

Returning her attention back to Tabitha, she barked once and tried not to think about the tiny silfae bearing down on her head.

Tabitha shrugged. "Go outside. Shit and pee. When you come in, eat breakfast. The sun will be up in about half an hour and I want to start with the first light."

She barked, then squirmed slightly at the surge of pleasure of being commanded. It mixed with the familiar pleasure that always came as she woke up. She inhaled sharply to cause her breasts to push up. She spread her legs, struggling with Dixie's weight bearing down on her.

Tabitha's eyes flickered down, then back up. "You're wet, aren't you?"

Another bark.

"That soft-headed idiot probably fucks you every morning."

She grew warmer at the memory of Bass' cock driving deep into her pussy and ass. She always loved the sensation of how he pounded into her, shaking her entire body with every thrust of his massive cock. She smiled and barked again.

"Well, sucks to be you," said Tabitha sharply as she stood up. "Now, get your fucking ass outside and shit. I hate it when bitches lose control when I crop them."

Merrie tried to get up, but Dixie squirmed on her head. She shook herself to get him off, but he refused to move. Sighing with frustration, she reached up to pull him off. She managed to catch his squirming form, but then pain exploded as Dixie bit her fingers.

Whimpering, she tried to shake him off. She caught his arm, her fingers easily wrapping around his muscular arm. But Dixie yanked her hand up and bit down hard.

Merrie yelped. She looked at Tabitha who just shrugged.

"Win your own fights, Cunt. You're a fucking alpha, learn how to earn your own dominance."

Frustrated, Merrie tried again but Dixie bit her. She jerked around, but the agile silfae kept himself easily balanced on her head. She yanked at him, then pulled her hands back with little bite marks along her palm.

On top of her head, Dixie let out a sharp bark and humped the back her head. He was laughing at her and she could feel the smug feeling radiating through their contact.

She remembered how she used her collar to drive Bass into her. She braced herself and took a deep breath. Blindly, she reached up and grabbed Dixie. One hand caught his balls and she held on tight. She also grabbed his shoulder, but his teeth clamped down on her knuckles. She whimpered as he ground down.

Tabitha shook her head. "Pathetic little bitch."

Merrie frowned as she found herself fighting the collar. It resisted her urge to speak out, reminding her how much it would hurt, but she bore through it. With a shudder, she screamed out. "Stop!"

The world exploded into pain as the collar shocked her. It coursed through her body as the spasms tore out of her and into Dixie.

The tiny silfae let out a pissed off scream as he fell off her. His hair was standing on its end and he pawed at it as he tried to get back to his feet. He swayed groggily and collapsed again.

Merrie collapsed to the ground next to Dixie, jerking as the collar's magic finished ravaging her body. When she could, she let out a long, gasping sigh. Trembling, she pushed herself back into a sitting position.

"Okay," Tabitha said with an impressed look on her face, "you aren't quite that pathetic. You are just... weak. Dixie, stop being a dick. I need her healthy and you damn know that."

Dixie whimpered as he struggled to his hands and knees. His body shook from the collar's magic and he limped toward Seven's niche. As he crawled up on the ledge, he shot a glare at her.

Merrie snarled back, baring her teeth like a dog.

Dixie surprised her by smiling before he dove into the pillows after Seven.

Merrie pushed herself up to her knees. Her legs spread apart reflexively, but she held them still as she realized that there wasn't going to be a thick cock driving into her. She missed Bass and ached for him.

She knew that Tabitha was waiting. Groaning under her breath, she pushed herself up on the balls of her feet and stood up. She swayed but regained her balance almost instantly. It was like she was a human woman again and she realized she didn't like it anymore. She wanted to be on her knees and soon she would again. But until then, she could obey Tabitha.

It was dark beyond the cave, a claustrophobic feeling with the moisture clinging to the air. She couldn't see beyond a few meters of the opening and wasn't sure where to go. Taking a deep breath, she looked around until she found a thin trail leading off to the side. She followed it to an area that smells of shit and urine. She held her tail with both hands and did her business. It wasn't as enjoyable as when she was on her hands and knees. As soon as she was finished, she used a leaf to wipe off and then a stream to wash her hands.

By the time she came back, the smells of cooking eggs and meat rose up from the cave. Her stomach rumbled and she hurried down.

Tabitha was sitting on the edge of Seven's niche, feeding him food. "Come on, wimp, just eat another bite. There you go. Here, some cooked pig. No, it isn't long pig. Damn it, wimp, you are utterly pathetic. Cunt," Merrie jumped at her given name, "get some food and hurry up."

Merrie got a bowl near the roaring fire and served herself breakfast. She wasn't sure where to eat, so she walked over to Seven's niche and sat down next to Tabitha. As she watched Tabitha trying to force food into Seven, she quickly polished off her own breakfast.

Seven didn't want to eat. He looked at Merrie with a pained expression and whimpered softly. His body trembled and sweat clung to his skin. He was soft without the hard muscles that both Dixie and Tabitha sported. Instead, he looked like the rest of the pleasure slaves, from the haunted look in his eyes and the way he didn't resist Dixie rubbing up against his backside.

Merrie reached out with her hands and stared at her fingers. She wanted to use her fingers for as long as she could use them. The overwhelming realization it would be only minutes, hours at most, added a strange intoxicating fear mixing in with the collar. She almost wished she didn't have the collar's control, just to know what she was really feeling.

She stroked Seven and he leaned his cheek into her palm. Tabitha let out an annoyed sigh and held the spoon centimeters away from him. Merrie smiled and sent out a pulse of comfort. Dixie perked up and stared at her, but Seven relaxed instantly.

Merrie ran her thumb along his bottom lip, feeling the trembling of his body. Gently, she tugged down on his mouth and he opened his mouth obediently. She pulled her finger away and guided him to the spoon.

Seven whimpered but swallowed a bite. He looked back at Merrie who teased his mouth, knowing what it was like when Bass caressed her own lips.

She could feel Seven growing excited even before she glanced down to see his cock hard. She smiled at him, radiating excitement and encouragement. She stroked his throat until she felt him swallow. Then, she trailed back up to ease his mouth open.

He inhaled slowly, but took another bite.

"You know, you catch more flies with vinegar," muttered Tabitha as she fed him again, "but, for a weak, soft-headed cow, you might have helped."

It was a compliment, as much as one could come from Tabitha. Merrie smiled and reached down with her own fingers, stealing a touch against her pussy. It was hot and slick. She drove one finger into herself and bit back a moan of pleasure.

She felt Tabitha glaring at her. She looked up and gave a sheepish smile back.

"Weak," muttered Tabitha. The silfae set down the bowl and stood up. "Come on, Cunt, let's go for a walk."

There was a hardness in Tabitha's voice. Merrie pulled her dripping finger from her snatch. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared up at the slender woman. She didn't say anything else, but Merrie could feel the gravity of the moment.

Merrie glanced over to Dixie, but the smaller silfae had frozen. He was still ground against Seven, no doubt his cock pressing at the slave's rear entrance. He had one hand on Seven's shoulder, but he held himself stiller than a statue.

She returned her attention to Tabitha.

"Come on."

It wasn't a request.

It was time.

Lust burning in her pussy, Merrie pushed herself to her bare feet. Her toes dug into the hard ground of the cave and she stepped forward.

Tabitha headed out of the cave. Merrie followed, but at the entrance, she peeked back at the other two.

Dixie looked sad and his emotions radiated from him like a bright light in the darkness. He wasn't sad because of what was going to happen to her, but he wanted to be there when it happened. Her cropping would be private, just her and Tabitha.

Seven, on the other hand, was terrified for her. The memories of his own cropping burned inside him. He was terrified and the quickly fading recollection of pain flashed around him. It scared Merrie to feel how much the delicate-looking slave had experienced.

Her stomach twisted with fear. And she felt her pussy growing wet with anticipation. She was going to get what she dreamed. Just like her hunger for Bass' cock to tear into her, she hungered to be cropped by Tabitha.

She didn't need Tabitha to call her. Turning on her heels, she ran up the cave and caught up to the silfae. Tabitha glanced at her, then continued along the path toward the house.

It was a dark morning, with just a light teasing the edges of the horizon. She could almost picture the rising sun as a razor, poised to slice into her. The air was still and heavy with moisture. Their footsteps left wet prints along the mud. There was almost a reverent pressure bearing down on her.

Merrie's heart was pounding and she thought it would burst out of her chest. She wanted to run, scream, and fuck all at the same time. She wanted to be helpless forever and it just boiled in her guts with an inferno of pleasure that refused to orgasm.

"I can smell you, Cunt, even from here. You are too lost in your own submission to do anything about this. Your pussy is drooling and your nipples are hard. The only thing you can think of is getting fucked."

Tabitha came to a stop, her body tense. She looked over her shoulder and the bright green eyes almost glowed in the growing light. "Do you know what it is like to be a hunter? To stalk down your prey? To be the aggressor?"

Merrie shook her head.

"Of course not. You probably slept through your life without ever realizing that you would be an alpha. If it wasn't for a mere chance, you would have died without ever knowing the voice of the pack, or the warmth of a master." She stepped toward Merrie and reached out. Merrie flinched, but Tabitha grabbed Merrie's collar and pulled her close. Her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat but she kept twisting it until Merrie found it hard to breath.

"You were lucky, Cunt. You are a one in a million opportunity. You'll cream at the idea of being abused, dominated, or fucked. You'll probably orgasm when we sell your weak ass to someone. And, somewhere in that, you'll find out what you truly are."

Merrie couldn't argue. She felt the heat filling her body, all from the way Tabitha held her by the collar and the pressure at her throat. The silfae could drive her to the ground or pick her up; Merrie didn't care anymore. She hungered for Tabitha to do whatever she wanted.

Tabitha released the collar. She sighed. "There are rules about being an alpha. The more you submit, the more powerful you'll be. Sable has given her entire life into being Bass' bitch and I think she has powers that I don't know about. Dixie also, but at least he went into this willingly." She turned and continued her walk toward the house. "After the little bastard bit me, how could I sell that ass of his?"

Merrie followed as Tabitha took her around the front and up to the porch. The steps were harsh underneath her bare feet, even though hundreds of slaves had crawled up them. Tabitha stopped at the top of the stairs and pointed to a lighter color board. "We'll be starting there, but first."

Walking quieter, her bare feet whispering on the wood, Tabitha took Merrie around the porch to the windows of the great hall. She slowed down at one of the windows and Merrie saw a bright white stake she never noticed before.

"Look at it."

Somehow, Merrie knew what it would be when she knelt down. It was nailed to the wall but two names were visible "Sloppy Holes" and "Sable." The date was from sixteen years before and Merrie wondered how old Sable could be.

"That was our first alpha. She was bonded at that point, but when I set her loose, all she could do was paw at the door. The pathetic excuse for a thriban was on the other side of the window, bawling his eyes out. For one hour, she begged to go back inside. I cropped her right here," Tabitha tapped on the ground where the wood had a darker blotch on it.

"He almost killed me when I did it, but I had no choice. Anyone who uses magic has rules. For him, he wraps his life in the stifling bondage of promises and compassion. Every little swear is a way of tightening his life so magic flows through the gaps. He loves because love is a gag stronger than any steel."

Tabitha crouched down next to Merrie. "For me, it is the hunt. I am and will always be a predator. I can't just use magic... none of us can just use magic. For me, I get power from the chase, from taking something down, from blood in my teeth, and flesh in my claws."

Merrie listened to the low growl coming from Tabitha. It scraped against her senses, sending little flares of terror coursing along her spine. She was scared beyond her life. She was expecting a struggle and pain, but Tabitha's calm words were more terrifying than anything else. It wasn't passion that would be cropping her but something far harder and crueler.

"If there is no chase, there is no energy. Cropping Sable almost killed me too." Tabitha lifted her head as a breeze blew through her sandy hair. She pointed out away from the house. "Dixie, on the other hand, was a fight. A real hunt. He refused to submit up to the very end. He gave me power," she shivered and there was a sharp smell in the air, "and I fell for him. The fucking bastard. He also got the furthest. Out there," she gestured, "is a stake with his name on it but you'll never get that far."

Merrie knew where his stake was, but Tabitha's words indicated that she shouldn't know. She kept her mouth close and remained crouched by Sable's stake, listening as she shook with fear. She was also turned on more than she ever thought possible. She wanted to roll over and beg for it, to lie right on the porch and let Tabitha crop her right then and there.

"Stand up."

She obeyed.

Tabitha pointed to the point she indicated earlier.

Merrie walked over, feeling naked and exposed. She was aware of her body, the way her breasts hardened with anticipation, the liquid oozing out from her pussy, and the way her skin tingled with the storm of emotions. She turned to Tabitha, still not sure what would happen.

The silfae turned her around so Merrie was facing the door. Tabitha stood in front of her and reached up with both hands to grab the collar. She twisted until her knuckles almost cut off Merrie's breath. The discomfort sent another wave of pleasure coursing along her veins.

"You have to understand, Cunt, I don't like you. I can't like you simply because you are... weak. It isn't you personally, it is just..." she sighed, "you. But, on the opposite side of the coin, I don't hate you either. What I'm about to do, I do because it is the natural progress of what you are to become. You are to be cropped-"

Merrie's pussy clenched at the thought. She inhaled sharply, aware that her breasts were rising and falling with her panting.

"-because that is why are you are here. It is," she breathed, "what you are. And, since I am what I am, I have to hunt you down. So, as soon as I let go of this collar," she pulled Merrie closer, "you have one hour."

Merrie heart pounded in her chest.

"One hour to run for your life." Merrie was holding her close enough that their bare breasts ground against each other. Merrie could feel Tabitha's pubic hair tickling her hips as the silfae whispered in quiet, intense words. "One hour to celebrating your hands, your legs, your humanity."

Merrie moaned softly.

"And when that brief moment of freedom is gone, I'm going to hunt you down."

Tabitha yanked on the collar.

"I'm going to bite off your arms."

Merrie shuddered at the words, her body hot with anticipation and fear.

"And your legs."

Licking her lips, Merrie found it hard to breath through the tightness in her throat.

"You are going to scream and you are going to cry. You will probably pee in terror."

Merrie felt the moisture gathering in her pussy and felt the hungry ache to be fucked burning inside her. She rocked back and forth as she stared into Tabitha's bright green eyes.

"And then you'll be truly a bitch... forever."

Merrie couldn't help it as she let out a gasp of need. It burned inside her, an orgasm trying to crest. She leaned into Tabitha, panting with need. Her breast ground against her, crushed with the weight of their bodies.

"Cunt?"

Merrie looked up, her body trembling.

"Good-bye." Tabitha released the collar.

Merrie stared down at Tabitha's bare hands. Her body shook as she struggled with the intensity of desire and hunger that burned in her. She wanted to kiss Tabitha, knowing that the silfae would probably break her legs and throw her to the ground. She sobbed as she took a trembling step back.

"Cunt," Tabitha looked up as her eyes began to glow, "you need to run now."

Power crackled in the air. Tabitha suddenly shoved back on Merrie, throwing her off the porch. Merrie let out a scream as she hit the ground. She looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Run, you stupid bitch!" Tabitha's yell echoed across the yard. In the distance, flocks of birds rose into the sky as the sound continued to rumble across the fields.

Merrie scrambled to her feet. She gave Tabitha one last, confused look. She wanted to run and stay at the same time. She didn't know what to do. Part of her was desperate to just drop to her knees and beg to be cropped right then at there. It was a seductive part, the part that was attached to the pleasure filling her body. She wanted to be fucked, raped, hurt. She wanted to be abused and dominated. Everything inside her screamed that she would lose it if she ran away.

On the other hand, she had to run. It was an overwhelming force that drove her away. It was the same with Bass, but where Bass wanted to shove his cock deep into Merrie's body, Tabitha needed Merrie to run.

She spun on her heels and ran. She didn't know where to go but she couldn't stay there. She focused on a copse of trees and ran as if Tabitha was snapping at her heels. In her panic, she lost where she was and just ran as blindly as Licker did when she tried to get away.

When she couldn't run anymore, Merrie slowed down. She was gasping for breath and her chest hurt. The dead sprint caused her breasts to bounce and they ached from her movements. Wincing, she pressed one hand against them to hold them in place and tried to orient herself.

Nothing looked familiar. Even after a week of walking with Bass, she didn't know where she was. A sob caught in her throat. She wanted to run and stop at the same time. She could feel the collar driving her to drop to the ground and wait.

Panting for breath, Merrie leaned against a tree. She knew there was a clock ticking down her humanity, but it hurt to breathe. Leaning over, she gasped and tried not to think about being cropped. Sweat dripped from her face and ran down her breasts. She could feel the little droplets falling from her nipples as more rivulets coursed along her naked skin.

Using her one hand, she wiped the sweat from her brow and looked around. With a start, she recognized one of the bushes. Standing up, she didn't remember it but bent over, near the ground like a bitch, she did. Slowly, Merrie sank to her knees and looked around. Suddenly, she knew where she was.

Only a few minutes crawl away was a stream where Sable once pinned her in the mud and ground her pussy into Merrie's face. It was near the spot she did the same thing to Sama, who licked and sucked with all her might as she playfully struggled. Merrie smiled at the memory, barely feeling her knees impacting with the ground.

Bass fucked her in a little clearing right behind her. He had all three of them presenting and he just sank right into her, burying his hard cock right to the hilt. Merrie moaned at the memory, sliding both hands between her legs as she sought out her sex. It was wet with sweat and sex. She let out a gasp as she slid two fingers, one from each hand, into her hot hole and stroked back and forth.

She could wait right there for Tabitha. It was already a hunt. Tabitha would have to chase her this far. She leaned into the tree and spread her legs more. Her pussy was soaked and the soft, slurping noises rose up as she pumped three fingers into her body, trying to reach an orgasm before Tabitha found her.

Merrie whimpered as she found herself growing close to a crest. She had four fingers ramming inside her, the wet slurping noises drowning out her hearing. She reached deeper, spreading her fingers inside her to enjoy the wet, silken pressure of her body. She was about to be amputated and all she could do was masturbate. She was humiliated, but couldn't take her fingers out of her pussy.

A deep growl ripped through the woods. Two glowing green eyes pierced through the shadows from the trees as Tabitha came padding out from the trees. She was huge, with broad shoulders and a chest like a barrel. Her shaggy fur was the color of sand and rippled in the breeze that surrounded her. Her paws were larger than Merrie's head as she crushed the grass and flowers underneath her.

Merrie froze with her fingers buried to the knuckles. Her pussy clenched tightly as she saw Tabitha approaching. It was a specter of pain, terror, and bondage incarnate. She thrust her fingers deeper into her body, unable to look away from the approaching shapeshifter.

She stared into Tabitha's eyes. As the silfae said, there was no anger or hatred. Instead, all she saw was a sadness behind the growling wolf. A hunger for something that Merrie couldn't give her. It was like a creature caged beneath a shell of fur and teeth.

Tabitha glowed from the inside with emotions: frustration, longing, and power. But, her emotions didn't have the richness of Sable's or Dixie's or any one else. It felt like she was just going through the motions, an empty action with no passion left if them.

What Merrie thought was a chase was nothing. Tabitha was just finding an empty-headed, pathetic little slut who could do nothing than masturbate when she should be terrified. Merrie was humiliated by her actions. She tried to be afraid, to think about the pain and suffering, but she felt the collar muting her emotions.

But she couldn't stop fingering herself. She couldn't reach an orgasm, though her pounding heart and thrusting fingers were bringing her close. She knew she would come as soon as Tabitha bit down, but she would betray everything Tabitha needed.

Merrie felt a hunger inside her, a desire to be what Tabitha needed her to be. But, to do that, she had to be something that she couldn't.

She had to be afraid.

She forced herself to yank her dripping fingers from her snatch. She could smell them in the air as she pushed herself up the tree. The bark scraped at her back.

There was a flicker of surprise as Tabitha paced closer. The growl shook the air, pressing down on Merrie.

Merrie slipped around the tree, never letting her gaze leave Tabitha's eyes. She began to walk backwards along the path leading to the stream. As she moved, she dug at the fear that should be inside her. She could feel the muted emotions simmering in her mind. They were just noticeable enough to tell her she was feeling them, but the intensity was transformed into pure sexual lust. All she wanted to do was drop to her knees and beg for Tabitha to crop her.

She panted as she tried to force the emotions to rise up. She concentrated on the idea of being torn apart, of the pain that she would feel, of the terror that should be choking her. Her terror bubbled up but then the collar clamped down on it. She tried again, focusing on the sight of Tabitha when she first transformed into a huge wold. She felt fear then, a primal quivering in her gut as she stared up at the drooling fangs. She remembered she peed from the surprise and terror.

The iron collar around her neck grew hot. She stumbled on some roots and continued to back away from Tabitha.

Tabitha continued to stalk toward her. There was something new in her eyes, a curiosity and a quickening of excitement. Merrie could feel the air around them going tense, but she couldn't hear over the pounding of her heart against her ribs.

The rocks dug into her bare feet. She felt the water of the stream as she walked into it. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Tabitha. She continued to desperately break through the collar's magic. It was harder than she thought possible. Every time she managed to picture or imagine some horrible fate, be it Bass raping her the first time or when she saw them slaughtering people in the warehouse, she could feel the pressure squeezing the fear down, forcing it into a sick, seductive pleasure.

For the first time since she came to the mill, Merrie hated the collar. She hated that she couldn't be afraid, couldn't be angry, couldn't cower. Everything she wanted to do was turned into an insatiable need for sex. It gave her peace and joy, but it also prevented her from doing what had to be done.

It was a sick desire, to be afraid, but Merrie knew had to do it. It was the only way to give Tabitha the pleasure she needed. She had to serve her just as she gave her body to Bass and forced him to drive deep into her.

Breasts heaving, Merrie concentrated on Tabitha's fangs. They were sharp and they would hurt when she bit down. She focused on adding everything she could into imagining the agony she would experience. She tried to imagine the crunch of bone, the flash of blood, anything she could to force herself to be afraid.

The collar made a popping noise and she felt a burning sensation along her collar. It added to her discomfort and she felt her mind crashing against the filters of the collar.

Her hands were on fire. Looking down, she saw blood trickling down from where her fingernails dug into her palm. She didn't remember clenching them, but looking down at the bright red droplets splashing down in the water, she realized that she would never see her hands again.

Even though she said nothing, the collar ignited into pain. Her entire world exploded into white agony as electricity slammed into her. Every muscle spasmed and she collapsed into the icy water of the scream. Her scream froze in her throat as the pain tore through her and all that came out was a gurgle.

Tabitha let out a sigh. Her words came back to Merrie when Tabitha was talking about Seven's cropping. She was so disappointed that Seven's collar had activated and he was lost in the spasms of magic when she cropped him. In front of her, Tabitha stepped forward and opened her jaws, ready to end Merrie's misery and crop her there.

And then she felt it. Pure, unfiltered fear. No softening of the hard edge of emotion, no filters to turn it into pleasure. It coursed through her vein like an orgasm, bitter hot and ice at the same time.

She found the strength to move and snapped her head up to stare directly at the drooling fangs about to tear her in half. She could imagine the pain now. It shook something deep inside Merrie, a primal response that only allowed two responses: fight or flight.

Without looking back, she clutched in the cold water until her fingers wrapped around a large rock. Whimpering, she flinched as Tabitha's hot breath washed over her.

Tabitha used her nose to push Merrie's left hand to the side. Her teeth scraped along the palm as Tabitha positioned herself to tear it off.

The intense fear drove her into action. Merrie yanked the rock out of the water and smashed it into the side of Tabitha's head. It was a frantic, wild blow and Merrie almost lost grip of the rock.

Despite Tabitha's immense size, she jerked to the side. Her eyes flashed bright green as the wolf stared back with an expression of surprise. She opened her mouth and a growl rumbled in her chest.

Merrie panicked again. She slammed the rock back into the side of Tabitha's head, smashing it as she scrambled back to her feet. The air grew tight around them as a wind blew up. She screamed in blind fear and rage. She grabbed the rock with both hands and slammed it down again and again. She didn't know what she was doing, just trying to save herself from being hurt. It was hard to breath. Blood from her cut palms ran down her arms. With one hard impact, she lost her grip on the rock, but she just raised it above her head with one hand and brought it down with all her might.

Tabitha snarled, then snapped out. The air cracked as the powerful jaws snapped down.

Merrie stumbled forward from the impact of the blow and she fell against Tabitha. Terrified that the wolf would bite her, she tried to pushed herself away. Her hands kept slipping and there was a flash of crimson that stained the wolf's fur. Merrie frowned and tried to push herself up, but her right hand refuse to work.

Everything was hot and she felt pain radiating up her arm. She tried to grab Tabitha's fur again to crawl away. She could feel the hot fur in her left hand, but something was wrong with the right. The tiny shred of logic left in her already knew the answer, but she still lifted up her arm and stared at the bloody stump that used to be her hand.

She wondered for days what she would be like. She thought she would orgasm or cum. She could feel the pleasure like a memory, but it was layered deep beneath the blind fear and pain she felt. It was intense, stronger than any orgasm, as she watched the blood pouring out.

A sob ripped out of her and she lost control. Urine poured down her leg and mixed with the crimson waters forming underneath her. She couldn't think past the pounding in her ears and the frantic hammering of her heart.

Tabitha stepped back, hacking. The giant wolf was crackling with power and the air beat down on them. Little eddies of power swirled off in all directions as Tabitha tried to clear something from her throat.

Terrified, Merrie did the only thing she could. She turned on her heels and splashed out of the river. In a blind panic, she ran for her life. Her bare feet slammed into the ground as she followed the trail. She remembered it now and soon they came up to the fork in the road where Sable took her to Dixie's stake.

Her feet slipped and she slid into the stakes. One was knocked off, but she scrambled to her feet and sprinted toward the fence. Somehow, she knew that there was something special about the fence. If she only could make it.

Only a few panicked minutes later, she saw it. A sob of relief tore out of her as she scrambled through the underbrush toward it. Her body ached, everything ached, but it was nothing compared to her injury. She tried to hold it to stop the blood, but that slowed her down even more. She ran through the bushes and felt the thorns leaving deep scratches behind.

She slipped at the fence and she slammed into the top bar, crushing her breasts. She tried to claw at it to climb over, but her severed hand refused to work. With an ungraceful thump, she dropped to her knees.

Merrie had to get over. She grabbed the splintered wood and hauled her top half over the lower railing. Her feet dug into the ground as she tried to lever herself across.

The ground shook. Even knowing that she shouldn't, Merrie peeked over her sweaty shoulder and saw Tabitha charging with a snarl. At the sight of the bloody muzzle coming closer, Merrie scrambled over fence. Her feet were just crossing over the piece of wood when Tabitha struck.

There was a crunch of bone and wood as the shape-changer's mouth snapped through the fence itself. Merrie was yanked back across the magical ward, the sensation of an invisible fence lost underneath the explosion of pain. She grabbed the ragged ends of the fence with her one good hand to stop her from being pulled into Tabitha's jaw.

A wet, burning noise tore through her and she dropped to the ground. Merrie crawled forward. She couldn't feel her feet, either of them. Instead, the only sensation below the ankles was liquid pain and searing hot blood. She didn't dare look back to see the severed ends; she was afraid she would set off the collar by screaming. Instead, she crawled forward with her eyes locked on Dixie's stake.

Behind her, Tabitha hacked twice and a wet sound filled the air. Then, the thump of the wolf stalking after Merrie. The air crackled with power and Merrie could feel the energy gathering inside Tabitha. It was more intense than anything she could imagine, but she didn't dare look back.

It was a agony-filled infinity before she reached Dixie's stake. With a trembling hand, she reached out with her good hand and grabbed it. It left a bloody smear on the wood as she hauled herself forward.

Tabitha stood over her, her hot breath searing Merrie's skin. There was something else, a fur-covered hardness that brushed against Merrie's backside. She knew what it was, Tabitha's cock. The growl shook the air and Merrie closed her eyes in preparation for more pain.

Teeth ran along her shoulder blades, working up to the hand. It left behind a line of hot drool that mixed with her sweat and blood, running down along her spine until it pooled into the small of her back.

Merrie closed her eyes and whimpered. She couldn't give up. She stared at the bloody wood in her hand and realized she had one last chance. With a grunt, she yanked the stake from the ground and rolled over. The sight of the immense wolf looming over her sent fear coursing through her and it flared into an ice storm in her gut. She pulled back and slammed the stake with all her might into Tabitha's eye.

It sunk deep. Tabitha jerked back her head and let out a howl of pain and rage. Using her paw, she batted Merrie away. The impact cracked a rib as Merrie was thrown across the ground and into the fence. The impact drove the air from Merrie's lungs.

Merrie choked as she tried to breathe. She tried to grab her throat, but the only one hand touched her skin. The other left a smear of blood against her skin. She stared at the wolf thrashing on the ground, pawing at the stake still sticking out of her eye.

She didn't want to kill Tabitha, she just wanted a fight. She was terrified that she went too far in the hut. She looked away from the writhing wolf, but her eyes caught sight of her legs. They both ended in stumps, bloody with a shock of white bone. It hurt, but not as much as her hand. She reached out with her good hand in morbid curiosity, wanting to feel it.

Tabitha let out another howl as she shook her head. The stake was gone and there was a bloody wound where her eye used to be. The energy was visible now and Tabitha glowed from the inside as she quickly covered the distance between them.

Merrie's breath came back with a rush but she continued to hyperventilated. Every movement scraped her broken ribs together, but the rush of air in her lungs was almost a pleasure. She wanted to keep running, but she couldn't. She pressed herself against the wooden fence. As Tabitha stood over her again, hot tears ran down her cheeks.

She couldn't run.

She couldn't fight.

She couldn't breathe.

It was the end of her chase and Tabitha's hunt. The only thing she could do was surrender, but she didn't have the words to say it. As she considered her options, she felt pleasure gathering inside her as she held up her one good hand.

Tabitha tensed, a growl vibrating through her body. Her bright green eyes narrowed as she watched Merrie holding her hand.

Merrie's heart pounded painfully as she reached up. She could barely control her body as she reached into Tabitha's mouth and rested her wrist along the ridge of the wolf's teeth. The sharp points dug into her flesh. For a moment, Merrie considered scraping her flesh along the teeth, but she forced herself to hold still.

Tabitha froze with her mouth open. The growl halted as the shape-chapter's eyes grew wide.

Merrie's world spun around her. Her ears were pounding from her heartbeats and she felt sweat mixing with the blood and drool covering her body. She was terrified, but excited beyond comprehension. The pain from her injuries faded away as her world focused on a single point in the universe, where the teeth dug into her flesh.

The pleasure grew. She was surrendering. A surrender of more than just sexual submission. She was giving up her humanity and becoming a bitch. The realization of what she was doing sent bolts of pleasure shocking through her senses, like the collar firing ecstasy instead of electricity. The heat was growing inside her as she stared into the maw of teeth and violence.

"Please?" she mouthed as she ground her wrist into the teeth.

Energy rose around them. Tabitha burned brightly from the inside, her bones visible with a light that didn't reflect off anything. She was painful to look at and Merrie's eyes watered as she tried to watch her wrist in the final moment.

The teeth came down and there was a crunch that she felt more than heard. Pain exploded along her senses, but it became pleasure as she finally let out a scream. Not one of pain, but of an orgasm of perfect surrender. She had given everything she could to Tabitha, surrendered in the perfect way for the shape-changer.

As Tabitha drew back and left a bloody stump, something happened inside Merrie. Something else drew out of her. It felt like there was a coil of rope inside her and as the shape-changer stepped back, it slid out of some opening. It was the sensation of a cock being withdrawn, the first exhale after an orgasm, or even letting go to pee.

She looked down to see a line coming out of her chest. It wasn't hazy or translucent like Sable's or Dixie's connection to their masters, but as real and bright as the sun. She could feel it sliding out of her as Tabitha continued to pull back.

Shaking, Merrie followed the line with her eyes. It grew hazy as it approached Tabitha, but it was growing more solid with every passing moment. The tip aim at Tabitha's heart.

And then she felt it. An intense pressure of a creature far older than herself, one brimming with a fierce joy and a release of her own. Tabitha's emotions came rushing down the connection. The silfae was happy and sated, like the first drink of wine after a century without. Merrie had given her something that no one else could in a very long time: a true hunt.

Then, a new emotion came rattling down the connection. Fear. Tabitha let out a mixture of a growl and a whine. She spun on her heels and sprinted away. The connection between them grew thinner but no less bright. More emotions came rushing down: longing, desire, and shame.

Their bond grew more intense as the line almost completed itself. Tabitha continued to race away, accelerating far faster than any horse, but Merrie could still feeling her hearts.

(Bass is going to kill me.) It was Tabitha's thoughts, but there was also a small part of her that wanted to let Merrie bond, to accidentally let it happen.

Tabitha raced straight for a tree. Merrie reached out for Tabitha, not wanting the silfae to break the suddenly intimate connection.

(No! I can't let you bond!) With the words came a rejection from the silfae, a mental pushing away even as the power rose up around her. The wolf's form blurred as magic coursed through Tabitha's veins; Merrie could feel what the silfae felt in one perfect moment before she bonded.

And Tabitha ran straight into the thick trunk of the tree. But, instead of crashing into it, her body was sucked straight into the wood and she was gone. The fledgling connection between them snapped.

Merrie felt like Tabitha had tore out her heart. An intense longing that blurred her vision. She let out a wail of loss and she didn't care when the collar suddenly activated, plunging her world into an electric hell.

When she could see again, Merrie was alone. The morning sun stretched out across the clearing and the fence. She blinded her and she ducked her head down, staring at her limbs with mute devastation. She didn't know if Tabitha would come back. She didn't know what would happen.

She started to cry. She hated being a beta, being a submissive without a master. She wanted to bond, if anything to get it over with, but also because she wanted badly to be with any of the master at the mill. Any but Grange, that was. She could picture herself being happy with Sable and Dixie, but she knew that it wasn't going to be. And that knowledge made it more painful.

Merrie focused on her missing hands. The first was a ragged, bloody end. It hurt as she stared at it, the memory of it being torn off in a crunch of flesh and bone. The other was the one that Tabitha just bit off, but it wasn't a bloody wound. Instead, it was as smooth as when Tabitha healed Seven. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that she was born that way.

The only difference was the hunt. The first was when Merrie was about to give up, to surrender like a submissive slut. The other was after Merrie fought back. She saw how Tabitha crackled with energy, as if the very act of fighting gave her power.

She stared at her severed hands. The pain was still gone but there was no magic forcing her to feel pleasure. But, deep beneath the fading fear, there was a growing pleasure. She had surrendered, just like she wanted. She couldn't reach out for anything ever again and the helplessness sent a delicious thrill coursing through her. She couldn't wait to beg for a beer from Borias or to find out what Bass thought of her cropping.

She tried to flex her fingers. She saw the muscles in her arms twitching, but nothing happened. She could feel her digits even though they were there. Her world spun as her mind tried to correlated the two sensations. It only added to the pleasure searing her sex.

Merrie was smiling. The pleasure that teased her was natural and entirely hers. It was a heat that boiled inside her, quickening her breath and forcing a moan from her lips. She leaned back and took a deep breath.

It was a good hunt.

Tabitha's whine cut through the morning light. Merrie looked up to see the wolf creeping forward, a question in her posture.

Merrie closed her eyes for a moment, seeing inside herself. Her skin wasn't tingling and there was no connection reaching out. There was no danger of bonding, but it hurt to know that she was denied. She opened her eyes and shook her head.

Tabitha relaxed. She crept forward. Her body still glowed with magic as she padded over the grass and rocks. Her large paws crushed the flowers underneath her as she came up. From their brief connection, she also glowed with emotions. Excitement, being stated, and determination. Mixed together was also lust and affection.

Merrie lowered her eyes and leaned back further. Her breasts rose and fall with her breath as she looked at the wolf who hunted her down. She wanted Tabitha, with a fierce intensity. Slowly, she spread her legs and felt her swollen pussy lips peeling apart to the warm, morning air. It was hot and wet with her need.

The shape-changer continued until she was towering over Merrie. Her breath was hot against Merrie's skin.

Merrie held her breath, unsure what Tabitha would do. She watched as the huge wolf head lowered and the tongue came out. The feel of Tabitha's tongue was a hot brand against her skin.

Tabitha licked along her leg. She left a line of drool behind her, but no blood. The tip of her tongue wrapped around the end of Merrie's leg and power rose up.

Merrie's skin crawled as the magic wrapped around her and there was a sense of tightening. Merrie lifted her head to stared down at it, watching as the ragged end healed over. She shuddered as she felt her body changing: the bone thickening, the skin growing as smooth as Licker's pussy, and a tingling that coursed up her spine. It felt as if her severed ends were connected directly to her pussy. As the wet tongue slurped around the end, Merrie let out a moan.

Tabitha moved to the other leg and licked it. The power rolled around them and the skin crawled as she was healed. Tabitha stepped forward as she lapped, her tongue working its way up between Merrie's legs. The tip of it caught her pussy, splaying apart the lips to find her clitoris.

Merrie could feel the magic deep in her bones and she threw back her head as the pleasure spread out through her insides. She moaned softly and reached out for Tabitha, holding her between her two helpless arms. Seeing them against the blood-stained muzzle gave her a strange sense of bondage, of helplessness.

Tabitha worked her way up Merrie's body, her large tongue lapping at the blood and scratches and injuries. With each swipe of the hot, slick tongue, Merrie's skin was left clean and untouched, as if she was never running for her humanity. It also ran along every sensitive part of her skin and fueled her pleasure.

When Tabitha lapped at Merrie's breasts, she moaned and pressed it higher. As the tongue passed to clean her face, spit glistened on her mounds before gathering in rivulets to roll down her skin. Merrie held her breath as Tabitha cleaned her face, then down to her still injured arm.

Merrie panted as she watched Tabitha lick the end, drawing power and energy and leaving it smooth. The skin crawled for a moment and then it was gone. No pain like Seven, no screaming or whimpering. She didn't need a distraction, beyond the growing lust.

Tabitha lifted her head and reached out with one massive paw. She rested it on Merrie's chest. The weight crushed her breasts as the claw dug into the side of her right tit. Tabitha curled her paw around Merrie's flank and tugged her to the side.

Obeying, Merrie rolled over. She used her forearms to brace herself on the fence. She remembered she was a bitch and spread her legs, presenting herself to Tabitha. The hot air against her pussy rekindled the heat as she exposed herself.

The shape-changer's breath was hot against her back, then her tongue was cleaning Merrie. It lapped through her hair and then her shoulders. It was strong and powerful, massaging as well as healing.

Merrie moaned as she was healed down her back, then along one leg, then the other. Her pussy clenched with anticipation before Tabitha brought her tongue up between her legs, licking from clitoris to tail in deep, powerful strokes. Each one pushed Merrie into the fence. Her breasts were ground into the splintered wood, but the tiny pricks of discomfort faded compared to the inferno burning in her sex.

The fence creaked as Tabitha lurched forward and planted her own fore-paws on the upper railing. The furry hips brushed on outer edges of Merrie's hips as something heavy and incredibly hot dropped down on the slave girl's back. It was Tabitha's wolf cock and it reached clear up to her shoulder blades.

Merrie moaned at the sensation. It was thick and swollen, with a flared head and a knot at its base. It bore down on her, a heavy weight of sex and submission.

Slowly, Tabitha drew it back. It left a line of precum against the freshly healed skin. Merrie lifted her hips and felt her pussy drip with anticipation. With a moan, she spread her legs and waited.

Tabitha wasn't in the mood for foreplay. She drew it back until the tip slid down around Merrie's tail and ass crack. As soon as it was poised at the entrance to Merrie's sex, Tabitha drove forward with supernatural force.

It was like Bass entering her, hard and forceful. It tore her open, stretching her wide as Tabitha buried her entire length into Merrie's cunt. The knot crushed Merrie's labia and ground against her clitoris as she felt the heat and pressure from deep inside.

As soon as Tabitha had buried herself, she yanked it out and drove back in. It punched deep into Merrie's body, reaching clear to the end of her entrance and slamming against her cervix. It hurt but Merrie wanted it any other way. Sex with Tabitha would always hurt, it was just who Tabitha was. She let out a gasp of pleasure and shoved back, but it was Tabitha who controlled the fucking, not her.

Tabitha panted as she drove again and again, punching her cock deep with hard strokes. The knot slammed against the entrance, forcing it open with every powerful thrust. Merrie could only brace herself, swimming in a world of pleasure, pain, and submission. The wet thrusts shook her to the core, scraping against her body and stretching her inner walls.

With a panting grunt, Tabitha slammed into her harder. Merrie could feel her bones creaking from the impact as she was driven into the fence. Her arms, her helpless limbs, tried to keep purchase on the wood, but she slipped and her chest was driven into the wood. Her breasts took the brunt of Tabitha's impact, but she couldn't get grip to push herself up. The sense of helplessness, of being unable to even push herself back, pushed Merrie into a screaming orgasm.

Tabitha never stopped. She continued to drive into Merrie, shaking the entire fence with her impacts. The knot slammed into Merrie's entrance, tearing it open. It was like taking two fists as a time as Tabitha relentlessly hammered it into her. Merrie could only spread her legs more as it drove deep, pinning her open.

Then, with a sickening slurp, Merrie's pussy swallowed the knot. Her entrance clamped down around it and there was a flash of pleasure and pain. The heated length lodged itself in her depths, the knot preventing it from sliding out and the tip pressed tightly against the entrance of her woman.

Tabitha took a powerful thrust, but as the hips drove forward, Merrie's body was crushed against the railing. There was no room inside her for the powerful cock to move. She was just a tightly stretched-sleeve wrapped around the shape-changer's shaft. With every thrust, it was Merrie who moved, not the cock buried inside her.

As Tabitha continued to slam Merrie against the railing, Merrie reached down with her arms and ran the ends along her belly. The knowledge that she couldn't spread her fingers out was intense, the bondage of forever burning bright inside her tightly stretched pussy. She could feel the swollen cock through her belly as it pushed out of the flesh. She closed her eyes and reached further down, swimming in a world of pleasure and pain. Her questing brushed against the wolf knot buried in her pussy, right above her pubic bone. It made her feel like she was a months pregnant.

She moaned and leaned into Tabitha's thrust that drove her against the wood. The wolf panted hotly as she drove her cock into Merrie; with every stroke, Merrie winced as the head was ground against her cervix and the knot swelled at her entrance.

She was caught on the edge of pleasure and pain. The hard cock was filling her from the inside and rubbed against all her insides even as she was pounded into the splintered wood of the fence railing. She didn't know what would give but she couldn't do anything. She was helpless to push away from the board just as she couldn't force the cock out of her body.

Tabitha let out a gasping pant, then drove deep into Merrie. There was a sensation of being ripped open, though Merrie didn't know what would tear inside her, then everything turned into a liquid wall of pleasure as Tabitha came inside her.

Merrie didn't know what to expect, but with her hands against her belly, she could feel the skin swelling. Hot jets of cum poured into her, but with the tight knot at one end of her pussy and the tip crammed at her other, her pussy swelled with liters of come that filled her. She let out a scream as she orgasmed from the pressure as it continued to build. Her belly swelled with each thrust and she could feel some high-pressure jet pouring deeper into her. It couldn't relieve the pressure. Her scream turned into one of both agony and ecstasy as her body was lost in the throes of an orgasm.

The pleasure turned to pain which turned back to pleasure. The cum kept pumping into her, stretching her obscenely full. She kept coming, but she couldn't stop her body as she felt the cock continue to fill her. Tabitha kept pumping her back and forth, fucking her against the board as the cum poured into her.

It felt like forever before the cock quieted inside her. Her belly was stuffed, filled to the brim. Some of it poured of the tight seal of knot against her pussy, but the rest of it was working deeper inside her, forcing itself into her womb. It was ecstasy to feel it squirting into her innermost depths, a wet, muted squelching sensation deep in her belly.

Tabitha panted and slumped against Merrie. The heavy weight of her body drove Merrie against the board. Underneath Merrie's breasts, the fence railing finally gave up and snapped. Merrie out a shriek as she was pounded into the ground face first. She tried to push herself up, but couldn't find the purchase. Her hands were gone, she was helpless against the heavy weight of the shape-changer.

Tabitha's body twisted above her. She could feel the fur fading way as naked skin ground into her. Fingers grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She felt her neck bared to the air the hot breath of Tabitha against her shoulder. "You," panted Tabitha as she twisted her hips, "are a good girl."

No magic came from the collar, no forced pleasure being driven through her. But, Merrie felt a spark of an orgasm tear through her. She threw back her head, baring her throat to Tabitha who rested her mouth against Merrie's neck, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Good girl," moaned Tabitha as the silfae's cock dwindled in size. Pressure built up for a moment, cum came pouring out of Merrie's pussy. Liters of the thick fluid rushed out and Merrie was lost in the pleasure of being drained. The thick ocean of cum continued to squirt out of her, soaking her thighs and her legs. Waves of it rolled across the grass and Merrie stared it with shock.

Underneath her hands, she felt her belly returning to its normal shape, but the cum kept coming out. She moaned and let out a long, shuddering breath.

"And now," Tabitha said as her cock shrunk away to nothingness, "you are truly a bitch."

Merrie's orgasm found a second life and the flare of passion coursed through her veins. She let out a long wail of pleasure and slumped into Tabitha's body, knowing that the silfae would command her.

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Merrie could still feel her hands. For a moment, there was a flash of terror that she had somehow dreamed of being cropped and that she still had a day of pain ahead of her.

She opened her eyes, but all she could see was blankets covering her head. The weight of the layers bore down on her and she was reminded of Male Seven when she first entered the cave. He was sweating and moaning underneath the same pile of blankets. He was in agony then, but Merrie wasn't. In fact, she felt as if she was never injured by Tabitha.

But, she was sure she was cropped, so she didn't know why she could still feel her hands.

She was afraid to find out why. If she wasn't, then she still had a day of pain and screaming ahead of her. If she was, then it would be a cold reality striking her if she dared to find out. The fear pounded in her veins, unfiltered by the magic of the iron collar still around her neck. She wanted to reach down with one hand to feel her other, but she was too scared at the answer.

Curious, she stretched out under the blankets. The heat of her body left her feeling slick and hot. She squirmed until she was on her back and her nipples dug into the rough fabric above her. She could feel a tingling in her sex, a hope of anticipation. It wasn't the overpowering pleasure she thought she would feel, but something subtle, delicate. For a moment, she wondered if it was real. She spread her legs and felt the air brushing against her sex. The scent of her excitement, tangy and sweet, drifted up to her.

She was wet with anticipation, but it wasn't from her collar. The soft, seductive pleasures was hers, and nothing but her. No magic to make her lust for being cropped, no power that drove her into submission. Just the realization that she may have given her body up to submission.

Even if Merrie wasn't cropped, she still wanted it. A smile ghosted across her lips. She found the courage to try opening her hands. She could feel the muscles in her shoulder and arm tensing, but no sensation of fingers dragging through fabric. She tried with her other hand, concentrating with all her might as she went through the familiar maneuver she was able to do since she was a little baby.

There was no hand to move. Nothing responded beyond her wrist. She let out a gasp into the heated pocket underneath the blankets. She was cropped. There was a finality to it as she tried to open and close her hands, basking in the sensation of utter helplessness that burned through her body.

Trembling, she dragged her arm closer, peering at it through the dim light filtering through the blankets. Her sweat-soaked hand caught every rough ridge and fiber, but the phantom hand felt nothing. After an eternity, she managed to pull her right arm up to her face.

There was nothing.

At the end of her wrist was smooth skin and nothing else. Seeing it, her mind started to panic. She could feel it coursing through her veins, a wild and irrational desire to scream, to flee, to fight. All the emotions came back to her, but they quickly faded underneath an intense high of helplessness. She would never open a door with her fingers. She could never flick her clitoris or grab a lover. She would never write again. And she could never hold a glass again.

Memories of Borias came back, of them sitting on the stairs of the main house. He encouraged her to drink as if she didn't have her hands. She remembered that first intoxicating feeling of helplessness as she let him guide her, to bring the cup to her lips. And now, she felt a hunger to do it again. Not to just pretend to be helpless, but to actually be forced to accept his glass.

Her body tingled with anticipation. Dragging her other hand through the blankets, she reached down and pressed her arm against her pussy. It was already hot and wet. She couldn't finger herself but somehow the realization that she couldn't ignited flames inside her. She rolled her hips forward and rubbed the end of her arm against her clitoris. She couldn't quite stroke it like she used to, and she felt clumsy with her efforts to masturbate. It was humiliating, even though no one was watching.

Rolling in the blankets, she tried to find some way of relieving the growing ache between her legs. Her trimmed pussy hairs dragged against her flesh, leaving a wet smear. But no matter what position she found, she couldn't push herself over the edge. Instead, she just grew hotter and more desperate to reach an orgasm. Finally, she slumped back and breathed in the hot air filled with the smell of her body. She was horny and desperate and hot and sweaty.

Whimpering, she dug her way out from the blankets. She struggled more than she thought she would. Every time she want to grab a blanket to push it aside, she had to stop as she stared at the severed end of her arm. She shivered at the sight, then pushed it aside, somehow being more aware of every centimeter of her skin as she sought freedom.

She finally broke out into the fresh air. It was icy compared to the sweltering heat of the blankets. It prickled her skin as she pushed out a nest from the blanket. Droplets of sweat covered her and she panted for breath to cool down.

It was dark and silent in Tabitha's cave. The flames were dim in the fire but the heat still rolled off the hearth. It felt good, though, to be free of the blankets.

Moaning softly under her breath, she reached out for the ground to crawl out. The end of her arm stopped her as she wondered if it she could brace herself without a hand. Sweat or sexual excitement, she didn't know, coated her inner thighs as she stared at her hand. The helplessness rose up, mixing with the fear and pushing her to the edge of a high than she had never experience before. It was raw and visceral instead of the overwhelming pleasure of the heavy collar still around her neck.

She bit her lip and leaned forward. The hard packed earth ground into the end of her arm, but there was no pain. Panting from the emotions burning inside her, she leaned forward until half her weight was on her arm. Slowly, she inched her knee out of the blankets and stretched out to the ground.

Seeing the smooth end of her leg sent another flash of pleasure and fear coursing through her. She swayed at the intensity of it. It took her almost a minute to ease her leg down to the ground and shift her weight to it. By the time she crawled off the sleeping niche, she was drenched with sweat and sex. She could smell it and it sent another thrill coursing through her body.

Merrie was desperate for release by the time she finally got all four limbs on the ground. She would have begged for a splintered hunk of wood, if someone would just fuck her aching pussy. Panting, she leaned up against the wall of the cave and tried to masturbate again, but the orgasm refused to come.

Whining from frustration, she focused on Male Seven's sleeping niche. She crawled over to the piled blankets. She was so horny, she didn't know if she could survive. She stopped at the edge to rub against a ridge of stone, but she still couldn't find the right angle for pleasure. But, Seven had a cock and she knew that would ease the ache.

She pushed herself to her knees and peered up over the edge. When she saw that Seven wasn't there, she let out a soft whimper. Turning around, she slumped against the rough side of the cave and sighed. She needed to come, she desperately needed to come. She rested one arm between her legs, uselessly sawing back and forth as she stared at the other end of her arm.

Merrie could feel the fear inside her, but she focused on the pleasure that it mixed with. The feeling of helplessness. Even her inability to come just added to the growing send of being unable to do anything. She had to have a master now. She had to have someone else to do anything: come, eat, drink, even go through a door. She moaned and rested both arms between her legs; she couldn't come, but her future turned her on.

She heard footsteps outside the cave and perked up.

"Tabby," Borias spoke as he started down the slope into the cave, "you be sure you be wanting both girls? That's a lot of energy to shape both of them."

Tabitha came down after him. "I feel good, Bori... probably the first time in many years."

"You be glowing, you know. Leaking from you shields."

Tabitha came down with Dixie crawling next to her. She looked around, then stopped as she saw Merrie against the wall. Behind her, Borias came down with Useless Cunt and Fuckhole on leashes.

A smile stretched across Tabitha's face. "The pet is up."

Merrie whimpered and struggled to get on her arms and legs. It was hard as she rocked back and forth, then stumbled forward.

"Pet?" asked Borias. "I be never hearing you call a girl a pet. When did that be happening?"

Tabitha purred for a moment, then strode across the room. "When she gave me a real chase." She knew down in front of Merrie and grabbed Merrie's face. Tilting Merrie up, she smiled warmly. "You okay, pet?"

"You actually care about her?" smirked Borias.

Tabitha looked over her shoulder. "You really want to piss me off, Bori?" Her voice was tight and threatening again.

He shook his head. "No, me ass still be hurting from last winter." He guided his two girls to the opposite niches. Gently, he pushed each one on the blankets, then removed the leases. "Now, girls, "I know you not be with me for long, but I be getting you back when you are done with Tabby. So, just remember, being cropped doesn't mean you be getting out of toilet duties."

Useless Cunt looked sick, but Fuckhole just gave a resigned sigh and lowered herself to the blankets to peer past Borias at Merrie. Curiosity hung around the second bitch like a cloud, almost visible to Merrie's senses.

Tabitha release Merrie's face. "Everything is settled down nicely. Tomorrow, you'll be going to be getting your charm back. But, until then, just get used to the changes."

Merrie whimpered to beg Tabitha to let her orgasm, but the silfae stood up and headed for the food cooking on the edge of the hearth.

"You want dinner, Bori?"

"You're being nice," announced Borias with a suspicious glare, "what do you want?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

"The last time you be nice, I be your bitch for a week."

Tabitha smiled at him. "Bass told you not to make that bet."

Borias pulled a face but then smiled. "Yeah, yeah, but I was bored. So, what you be wanting?"

"The collar."

Borias grew tense as he straightened up and stepped away from Tabitha. "What about it?"

"I know," she sighed, "I asked you five years ago if you could bypass those damn filters of Rendi."

"And I be telling you no."

"I know, but," Tabitha looked wistful for a moment, "today, I had the most beautiful chase. There was fear and blood. And I... I got power. Energy. I could feel it filling me. It was like a drink after starving for a year."

Borias looked sick. He reached down and ran his hands through Fuckhole's hair. His eyes were wet and Merrie felt sorrow radiating from him.

Tabitha dropped the ladle against the edge of the pot. "Look, Bori, would you reconsider? I... I'm dying out here. Those collars are strangling me and it's getting harder to keep moving. I used to crop two bitches a day and now... I'm down to once every other. I'm starving. You know what I mean?"

"I know," he said in a whisper.

"Bori? Please?"

"I-I can't, Tabby. Mother would kill me."

Tabitha sighed. She turned and padded back over to Merrie. Kneeling down, she sat on the ground next to Merrie. Her shoulder rested against Merrie's and Merrie jumped at the contrast of Tabitha's cooler skin. She reached out and ran her fingers along Merrie's flanks.

Merrie let out a moan, leaning against Tabitha. She wanted to come, wanted release. She spread her legs to encourage Tabitha between her legs.

Tabitha, on the other hand, didn't shove her hands between Merrie's aching thighs. Instead, she reached over and caught Merrie's left nipple. She twisted hard as her nails dug into the sensitive flesh.

Merrie inhaled sharply at the pain. She started to pull away, but then caught sight of Dixie smirking from near the fire. She remembered the first time she met Tabitha and Dixie, how Tabitha dug her fingernails into Dixie's neck until blood welled up from her fingers. Dixie stood there, still and calm.

She tried to hold still, to emulate Dixie, but the pain grew intense as Tabitha's nails pierced the flesh. Merrie squirmed and tried to pull away.

Tabitha grabbed Merrie's breast and bore down. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh as she hauled Merrie back next to her.

Tears in her eyes, Merrie momentarily forgot her lust as she whimpered in discomfort. She tried to pull away again and winced at the pain of Tabitha mauling her breast.

The sharp scent of Tabitha's excitement drifted past Merrie. It was sharp and strong, more so than the rest of the bitches. She hummed as she twisted Merrie's breast.

Merrie glanced over to see Tabitha watching Borias with a hard look on her eyes. Slowly, Merrie peered over to Borias who was watching with a sad look on his face.

"How you be doing that?"

"She's scared."

"I know that. How she be scared? The collar..." his voice trailed off. He walked over to Merrie and knelt down.

As he settled into place, Tabitha dug her thumb into Merrie's tit, finding some sensitive spot that sent pain and fear coursing through her veins.

Merrie whimpered, pleading with her eyes at Borias.

Borias reached up and held her collar. His fingers brushed against Merrie's throat.

Merrie shivered at the thought of being yanked around by the iron ring and the pleasure rose up against the pain. She squirmed, fighting between the pain in her breast and the pleasure that struggled inside her. Her pussy drooled down into the crack of her ass and she breathed in her own excitement mixing with Tabitha's sharp scent.

"She be horny, Tabby."

"So?"

"She be a sex slave. Fucking is what she do."

"She's an alpha. She can learn to survive without coming every hour. Not everyone has to cream to function."

"That not be what boss..." Borias' eyes unfocused for a moment, then widened with surprise. He turned sharply to stare at Tabitha. "What you do!?"

Tabitha froze, her fingers still digging painfully into Merrie's breast.

Borias rotated Merrie's collar, then frowned. "You broke it."

"Broke what?"

"The filters. All but a few are burned out."

"Is that why she is scared?"

"Aye, and in pain. The filters are burned out. Let me check the history..." his eyes unfocused again and Merrie felt a sense of power coursing over to him.

Merrie wanted to reach out for him, but Tabitha's hand made it hard to think about anything besides the cruel silfae.

Unwittingly, Merrie reached out for Tabitha with her mind. It wasn't bonding, but just reading her thoughts. She cold feel it from their intimate contact. Tabitha needed her to struggle, to feel pain. She needed to hurt Merrie.

Merrie felt the tears in her eyes, but she could do nothing but obey. She squirmed harder. Tabitha responded by digging into her breast until blood trickled down her hand. From her tenuous connection to Tabitha, she could feel pleasure and power coursing through the silfae from Merrie's discomfort.

"That not be right," muttered Borias as he released the collar.

"What happened?"

"The history said there was an emotional spike, but the numbers are too high. So much fear and terror that it shorted out everything. She burned out the entire spell." He turned to Merrie. "I be sorry, Merrie-"

Merrie shivered at her name. She almost came at the reminder of her humanity.

"-but Tabitha removed all you emotional protections. You will feel every bit of fear and pain that your mind and body create. And the 'good girl'" he paused but Merrie didn't respond to it, "and rest of the positive feedback be also completely gone."

Tabitha yanked Merrie's tit, dragging Merrie closer. "I didn't do anything. It was the damned beta."

"Her heart should be exploded if she felt that much fear. That why mother made the limit so high. She didn't be wanting you to kill a girl with you chase."

"It wasn't me," growled the silfae.

"I don't know how she be doing it then. She still be breathing and that emotional spike was on the order of a sixth-rank spell. That would kill a mundane in a heartbeat. It isn't possible."

"It wasn't me," repeated Tabitha.

Borias sat back, a strange look on her face. "No, you be right. There is no way you could have done that. And the older spells are still there. The enforcement spells are still there, she be shocked if she talked. The defensives and offensives be also working, but those be part of the original enchantment. She just burned out all the improvements mother made ten years ago."

"I hate those changes, Bori. Rendi added them because they were getting hurt, but it has been crippling me every since."

"I know, Tabby, I know. But, at least you have her."

Tabitha released Merrie. She brought her bright red fingertips to her mouth and licked the blood off them. Then, she lowered her hand. "I can't. As long as that damn collar kept her from being terrified, I was in no danger of falling for the little pet. But, now that she can be scared, I'm just as in danger of bonding with her as everyone else. I can't resist," she looked over to Dixie, "breaking in bitches and I won't make Dixie share by picking up another alpha. And she knows my triggers now."

She stood up and walked over to Dixie. "Listen to me. She's already a 'pet' instead of being just a pathetic little bitch. Damn the ancestors, I'm falling for her."

Dixie rolled on his back, spreading his legs. Tabitha reached down and wrapped her hand around his throat. His cock grew hard as she squeezed lightly.

Borias said nothing. He reached over and stroked Merrie's cheek.

Tabitha turned around but didn't release her grip on Dixie. "Tomorrow, I can finish the seal. And then she's going to Grange."

Merrie stared at shock, then whimpered. She was afraid of the cruel man. The image of all the bitches with bruises flashed across her mind. She wanted to curl back under the blankets. For a moment, she wished she wasn't cropped simply so she wouldn't be handed over to him.

Borias stroked her cheek again. "Poor girl, you really be scared now, aren't you?"

Merrie whimpered and inched closer. She rested her body against him. He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into him.

He reached down to lift her chin. With a smile, he brought her lips to his and kissed her softly.

"You are pathetic, Bori."

Borias broke the kiss, then slipped out from Merrie. He stood up. "I be what I be."

Merrie looked up at the dark-haired man. The hunger and lust returned. She struggled to get into a begging position. It was harder to balance without her feet and it felt natural to spread her legs further to remain steady. She lifted her arms up to her collar, shivering with growing pleasure as she felt the warm metal touching the tips.

Borias looked down with a smile.

Merrie used her nose to nuzzle his crotch. She could smell his growing excitement through his trousers.

"You be fucking her?"

Tabitha hissed and headed toward the two cowering bitches. "I got to get these damn laces off."

Borias shook his head. He gestured to Seven's sleeping niche. "Come on, girl, let's get you relaxed again."

Merrie gasped and barked. She turned around and crawled up into the niche. It was hard at first, but she managed to hook her knee up and force herself up. Panting, she crawled into the center and presented herself.

"No, Merrie," whispered Borias, "on you back. Like a woman."

Brimming with anticipation, Merrie rolled over. She spread her legs and arms, then froze as she stared at the ends of her feet. She was mutilated, less than human.

Borias was already naked as he crawled on the bed. He knelt between her outstretched legs, but then surprised her when he grabbed her knee. Merrie tried to pull away, blushing with shame, but Borias just ran his hand up her legs and pulled the end to his mouth. He kissed it and smiled.

"You be beautiful."

On the far side of the cave, Tabitha snorted.

Borias rolled his eyes and grinned. "You be ignoring her. She just not get fucked by a human in years." He leaned forward. "She too much into dog cocks."

"Blow me, Bori."

Borias ignored her. Instead, he ran his hands along Merrie's belly. His fingers got close to her pussy, but then he was bringing her other leg to his mouth so he could kiss the amputated end.

She felt a quivering in her pussy as she stared down at his hard cock bobbing in front of her. She rocked her hips and felt her body growing tight with anticipation. She needed him and his cock.

"We'll have more time for foreplay later," chuckled Borias. He grabbed one knee with each hand and shifted closer. His cock left a wet smear along Merrie's glistening thighs, then he drove into her.

At the feeling of being filled, Merrie came. She wanted to hold out, but it was too late. She let out a wail of pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck. The ends of her arms brushed against each other and the reminder of her cropping fueled the flames of the orgasm coursing through her veins. She cried out and thrust back into him.

Borias smiled and started to pump, his cock driving into her soaked pussy. it came out with a slurp, but he jammed it back in with deep strokes that reached the back of her pussy before almost exiting her completely. Every centimeter of hard shaft moving in and out added to her pleasure as she cried out for more.

She tried to wrap her legs around his hips. She could get it there, but she couldn't hook her ankles. Instead, she just held them crossed and bore down on his cock as Borias continued to drive into her. She moaned and found a rhythm, thrusting up to meet his pounding as his cock filled her to the brim.

He grabbed her hips as he accelerated. His entire body drove her into the blankets until she could only look up at him. He finally let out a long groan and drove deep into her. His cock filled her as his balls slapped her ass. It surged hotly and she felt his cum pour into her, filling her with liquid pleasure.

She came again, clutching to Borias as she lost herself in an ocean of pleasure. It was a short flash of pleasure, but she still whimpered as he withdrew his cock.

"You are beautiful, girl."

Merrie glanced down at his cock. Then, she looked up with a smile. Slowly, she licked the air, just like Sable did so many days before.

Borias didn't need a second invitation. He crawled up and straddled her chest, aiming his cock for her mouth. Merrie opened her mouth willingly and swallowed him, tasting both of their cum on his shaft. She gulped at the length and enjoyed how it filled her mouth as well as her cunt. She rested her amputated arms against his hips as she gave the hardening length a few strokes.

Once it tickled the back of her throat, she pulled him out slowly. She took her time, thought his length gagged her, and worked her way up. She lapped at his length and kept her lips tight around his hardness as she moved up. She left behind a slick but clean shaft. When she felt his cock head tickling her lips, she clamped down and sucked on it to get the last few drops still inside. With a dart of her tongue, she finished up and released him with a little gasp of breath.

Borias smiled brightly as he crawled out of the niche. Standing up, he retrieved his trousers. "Good girl. I'm looking forward to my turn."

Merrie got into a begging position, her body sinking into the blankets as cum oozed out of her pussy. She rested her arms against her collar and barked. She rocked her hips back and forth so her tail dragged across the blankets.

With a smile, Borias dressed and headed out. He stopped at the cave entrance. "Tabby?"

"Yeah?" She didn't look up from helping Fuckhole get used to standing again.

"It might take me a while, but I'll see if I can get you a spell to suppress the collar."

That stopped Tabitha. The silfae looked up with surprise. "Bori?"

"Just because I will suffer for the rest of my life doesn't mean you should too. And if Merrie brought you that much pleasure and power, I would be evil not to give you a chance to... enjoy it again."

"I don't know what to say."

"Thank you would be a good start."

Tabitha smiled, then shook her head. "How about I agree not to fuck you in the ass during the winter months."

Borias chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Who says I don't enjoy it?" He headed up the slope. "Good hunting, Tabby."

Tabitha watched him until long after his footsteps faded. She turned back to Merrie. "Your name is Merrie?"

Merrie blushed, but barked.

"You are both fucking pathetic," for a moment, Merrie wondered if Tabitha had demoted her again, but then the silfae finished. "but I can understand why he likes you, pet. I won't be calling you by your name, Cunt, you know that, right? You are a bitch, a cropped little bitch and bitches don't get to keep their human names."

Merrie barked again, squirming with the humiliation that brought a wave of pleasure.

"Good, now come over here and help me get these two pathetic bitches up and walking around. We don't have long to reverse their training," she grinned, "at least until I can make them proper bitches."

Merrie woke up when Tabitha bit her on the shoulder. She jumped and gasp from the sharp pain that tore her from her dreams of submission. She clawed at the air as she struggled to remember where she was and why a silfae had her teeth clamped down on her shoulder.

Tabitha opened her mouth and released her. She chuckled dryly as Merrie rolled over, staring in shock and confusion at the bright-eyed woman. Tabitha scooted closer and planted her hand on Dixie's head to pull herself only centimeters away from Merrie's face. "Good morning, pet."

Dixie squirmed to get out from underneath Tabitha, but the woman just bore down on his head, pinning him to the ground.

Tabitha pushed herself up on her knees, her small breasts shaking as she scooted closer. Her body was icy against Merrie's skin. She stroked her face against Merrie, who still stared in shock as reality finally began to sink it. She nipped Merrie's ear, then neck, and nibbled on Merrie's sore shoulder.

Merrie let out a soft gasp as her eyes came into focus. She stared at Tabitha's sandy hair as the silfae continued to work her way back to Merrie's neck.

Then Tabitha bit down again.

Merrie let out a cry as Tabitha grabbed her, pulling her close as she bit down again. Merrie shuddered as she felt Tabitha's teeth piercing the skin, but she couldn't escape Tabitha's steel-like grip. She squirmed as the pain radiated across her senses.

Tabitha let go of Merrie and stood up. "Ah, nothing like a bit of foreplay in the morning."

Merrie whimpered and went to rub the bleeding bite mark. She froze as she stared at the severed end of her arm, a flash of lust rising up as she stared at the helpless limb. She shivered as she felt heat gathering in her pussy, a tickling of senses. She squirmed to press her thighs together and force her mind from her injury.

Tabitha stepped over her, her bush smacking Merrie in the face as she headed over to Merrie's niche. She reached up and grabbed the golden regeneration charm from the shelf.

Next to Merrie, Dixie scrambled to his hands and knees. He pushed Merrie to the side as he trotted up the slope and left the cave.

Humming to herself, Tabitha returned back to Merrie and sat down heavily. She grabbed Merrie's collar and yanked her closer.

Merrie felt a flash of excitement at Tabitha's casual domination. She let out a shuddering breath as Tabitha dug her knuckles in her throat and pulled the collar even closer. The iron curve dug into the back of Merrie's neck and she had to plant a hand on Tabitha's hard leg for balance.

"Energy is a funny thing," started Tabitha. "It is like when you drink the best wine in the world, the old stuff that they created from the Elder Trees. There is that rush," she smiled as she rotated the collar into place, "of your first orgasm. And yesterday, what you did was like being back home, at my father's knees, and sipping at his wine."

She found the hook for the charm. "I need a lot of power to do what I do. Do you know why?"

Merrie gulped and shook her head.

"All mages have a store of power. Everyone uses the cup as a metaphor and it kind of works. I have a cup, just like almost everyone here. It is a shallow one with a very wide opening. When I use magic, it comes out in a rush. A few seconds and poof, it's gone."

She paused for a moment to toy with the regeneration charm. Merrie held her breath, not wanting to interrupt her.

"Rendi, on the other hand, has a well of power. She knows hundreds of spells, can create artifacts of immense power, and bring people close enough to Death they are getting on their knees. One time, I had my throat cut and I knew I would die as I felt it spurting out from the wound. But, she just rushed forward and brought me back."

The golden charm clinked as it was reattached to Merrie's collar. Merrie felt the power coursing through her and the strange feeling of yellow-green power danced across her skin.

"The difference is, Rendi's magic is just a spell. There are ways of dispelling magic and it glows. I can see when she uses healing magic because it glows for days, weeks for the powerful stuff. My magic, on the other hand, doesn't glow. It can't be dispelled. When I bite off your pretty, yummy wrist-"

Merrie shivered at the thought, her sex growing liquid as she thought back to the sudden flash.

"-I bit off more than just your physical body. I destroyed the very idea of your wrist. You lost part of your soul yesterday and no mortal magic will ever bring it back."

Gulping, Merrie squirmed as her sex grew hot and slick.

Tabitha leaned forward, her breath hot against Merrie's face. "Though, I'm sure a god could bring it back. Though, I don't recommend Lemitri, that goddess is a royal bitch, may she rot in whatever hell would container her."

Merrie widened her eyes, her mouth parting with surprise. She never thought anyone would be able to talk about a divine power like that.

Tabitha winked. "Yeah, I met the bitch. She had to come down to reward B-" Suddenly, Tabitha closed her mouth as she looked guilty. She sighed, then cleared her throat. "Well, she's a self-centered, mercurial bitch and no longer welcomed in our lives."

She stood up. "Okay, I'm going to take Useless Cunt out for a little," she smiled, "run. I bet you have to pee yourself, so why don't you take the two pathetic bitches with you?"

Merrie blinked at the sudden change of topic, but got into a begging position and barked.

"Good pet."

Merrie crawled over to the first niche, where she could see Fuckhole sprawled out on the blankets. Sweat sparkled on Fuckhole's body and the girl's mouth was open as she panted. She looked hot, but Merrie remembered it would all change after Tabitha cropped her. The heat in her pussy grew as she imagined Fuckhole amputated down to her knees and elbows, the look of helplessness on her. Merrie almost wished she was cut down further, but even the small bit she lost pushed her into a state of a submission high.

She got on her knees and reached up into the niche to nibble on Fuckhole's nipple. It was soft at first but quickly grew hard under her lips.

Fuckhole moaned and her eyes fluttered. Slowly, she opened her brownish-green eyes and stared at confusion at Merrie. Then, she smiled and reached out to kiss Merrie.

Merrie shook her head. She reached out with her head and bumped her head against Fuckhole's hand. When Fuckhole didn't response, Merrie mimed Fuckhole petting her like a human.

Fuckhole gasped and her eyes grew wide. She looked around and fear began to radiating from her. She reached up, though, and stroked Merrie's hair.

Merrie smiled and sent out an emotional pulse of comfort and love.

The other bitch relaxed and petting Merrie more confidently. She sat up and stretched, pushing her breasts out for a moment. When Merrie gestured to the floor, Fuckhole crawled out of bed but stood up. There was a prickling of unease and fear that surrounded her as she glanced over to Tabitha.

Still radiating comfort, Merrie crawled over to Useless Cunt and crawled up into the niche since Useless was against the far wall. Merrie sank into the blankets and struggled with her missing hands and feet. At Useless' body, she saw that the bitch had her legs spread open and exposing her pussy to the cooler air. Merrie grinned and reached down, lapping Useless Cunt from asshole to clitoris in one stroke.

Useless jerked awake. Her legs closed around Merrie, but then flung open as she stared down as if she wasn't expecting Merrie to be there.

Merrie gave a wiggle and pushed Useless with her head toward the edge.

Useless got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the edge. She got down, but unlike Fuckhole, she remained on the ground as Merrie tried to get off.

When Merrie fell the last few centimeters, she blushed hotly. Dixie, who just came down, gave her a smirk before he bounded over to where Tabitha was spooning food out into five bowls.

Merrie got back on her feet. She shivered at the feeling of her missing hands and feet, it still excited her, and crawled over to Useless Cunt. Gesturing with her head, she pushed Useless back into a standing position next to Fuckhole. Useless looked fearfully at Tabitha and then tried to drop down, but Merrie let a growl-like grunt which stopped her.

When Useless straightened back up, Merrie beamed happily and barked. She headed up the slope of the cave, her tail wagging. At the top, she turned for the others. They were walking slowly, hesitantly. Merrie dug down and realized she could help with their discomfort. She took a desire to keep together, to be near someone, and pushed it out.

Both bitches responded almost instantly. They hurried up to catch up with Merrie, then followed her down the side path to the bathroom area. Merrie pointed out where the leaves for wiping were and then did her business in the edge. She had to curl her tail up and spread her legs, but it felt good to pee after a long night.

When she finished, she shook her hips but it still felt wet. She wished Bass was there, with his delicate fingers to brush away the last few droplets. Even Borias or anyone. It was a reminder that she couldn't do it herself. She let out a sigh and bounced one more time.

Useless Cunt padded up to her. Merrie stared in surprise at the determined look on her face. The bitch circled around Merrie and reached down to caress Merrie's length with her fingers.

Merrie let out a moan of pleasure as she felt Useless wiping her clean. Two fingers delved deeper, parting Merrie's damp folds and sliding into her pussy. Her pussy was already wet from her dreams and thoughts and there was little friction as Useless buried her fingers to the knuckle.

As Useless pumped her fingers in and out, Merrie crouched on the ground and moaned. She clenched around the fingers and was startled how quickly she came. When she fingered herself, it was a frustrating experience of being held on the edge, but two fingers from Useless was enough to push her into an early morning orgasm. Merrie cried out as she came, her body trembling as she struggled to remain on her hands and knees.

Useless pulled her fingers out and stood up. Fuckhole walked up on her bare feet. They shared a look that spoke volumes. Useless held up her glistening fingers and Fuckhole slid them into her mouth, cleaning them as they continued to look at each other. Merrie could feel a bond between them, a sense of affection and kinship. Both of the bitches joined the mill with Grange as their master. There was something deep inside, a remembered pain, that bound the two women together in a way that made Merrie slightly jealous.

They turned to face Merrie. Merrie pushed back her envy and took a step back to the cave, barking. They followed and together all three of them returned to the sweltering heat of the cave. Inside, Tabitha was sitting on the floor with her back to Seven's niche. Dixie lapped from the bowl in front of him.

"Come on, you pathetic bitches. Get some food and walk around. Useless Cunt, put down a bowl for Happy."

Both gave Merrie a questioning look and Merrie nodded encouraging. They headed across the cave, circling around the depression Tabitha slept in, and to the food. Useless grabbed the first bowl and set it down. A heartbeat later, she pushed it away from the heat rolling from the hearth and away from Tabitha.

Merrie crawled over, the feeling of helplessness adding to her pleasure. She crouched by her breakfast, a thick stew filled with hunks of meat and vegetables, and began to eat. Both Useless and Fuckhole grabbed their own bowls and started to pace around Merrie as they ate.

"I find that interesting," said Tabitha, "Both of those bitches look to Happy Cunt for confirmation, even when I give them an order."

Useless and Fuckhole froze in mid-step.

"Keep walking! And don't you dare look at her!" snapped Tabitha.

Fuckhole peaked toward Merrie, but both resumed their walking.

"And I noticed that Seven did the same thing." Tabitha smiled as she looked down at Dixie. "Why don't they ever look at you for orders?"

Dixie looked up at her with a disinterested look, but then he glanced over to Merrie. For a moment, there was a sudden tension in the room as Merrie got the flash of a growling wolf superimposed over Dixie's tiny little frame. She inhaled sharply, but it was gone in a flash. Dixie returned his attention back to Tabitha and shrugged.

"Could it be you are just a colossal dick and no one likes you?"

Dixie's face darkened.

"Or that," Tabitha said with a smile, "you have the compassion and kindness of a troll in heat?"

Dixie's fingers dug into the earth, his body shimmering as the connection between them grew visible. Energy flowed from Tabitha to Dixie and gathered in the tiny silfae's chest.

Tabitha cruelly smiled as she reached down and grabbed Dixie's collar. It was leather instead of the iron rings around the other bitches' throats, but it still gave Tabitha a grip as she pulled Dixie from the floor and held him up. "Listen, you little dick, you are mean. You are surely. You are too obsessed with not having some huge cock. You are a fuck-horrible submissive and you still think you are still a warrior instead of my little bitch. But," she breathed, "I still love you with all my heart."

She bit him on the nose, hard.

At the muted crunch, Merrie shuddered. She could feel the pain radiating from Dixie, but the alpha didn't even make a peep. He held himself still until she released him and stood up. Merrie watched as blood dripped from his nose.

Dixie glared at her, his bright eyes sparkling in the dark, then shook himself like a dog. As he did, his form shivered and briefly turned into the wolf-like creature and back. When he did, his nose was once again healed.

Tabitha said, "Now, pathetic little bitches, I bet you're wondering why I'm having you walk?"

Both of them froze, but only Useless Cunt nodded sheepishly.

"Keep walking. It all comes down to your cropping. I don't just arbitrarily decide how much I'm going to cut off. In fact, you have that choice."

Fuckhole looked relieved. Useless Cunt, on the other hand, had a flush to her cheeks as she dropped one hand discretely to her pussy.

"You'll get an hour's head start and then I'll chase you. The further you run, the less I take off. It seems simple, but three weeks of you on your hands and knees and being a 'good' bitches for all those pathetic dicks out there," she gestured toward the house, "means that you've been trained not to get on your legs. And a crawling pathetic bitch can't run very far."

Useless Cunt continued to masturbate with one hand while she stared out into nothing. She set her bowl down on a ledge to grab her tit, squeezing it as Tabitha continued.

On the other side of the cave, Fuckhole looked terrified. She backed away from Tabitha as her eyes grew wide. The bowl clattered to her feet as she stared at the entrance of the cave and back to Tabitha.

Tabitha rolled her head to stared directly at Fuckhole. "Do you really want to start running now?"

Fuckhole shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her emotions were flaring inside her, bouncing off the collar's magic. Merrie could feel them as a storm, one that raged against the filters and turned her thoughts into a blind panic.

Merrie reached out with her mind and send a wave of comfort toward Fuckhole. The woman look a long, shuddering breath and turned to look at Merrie. There was a pleading desperation in the look.

Then the magic of the collar took over. Fuckhole's eyes glazed over. Her body trembled as lust crossed over her face and all the fear melted away. In her mind's eye, it looked like a blanket had been wrapped around the raw emotions and muted them, they faded into a dull flicker of fear. The glow of acidic lust rose up, coursing though Fuckhole's thoughts as she started to masturbate at the thought of being cropped.

At the same time, Tabitha's emotions rose up. The growing hope and joy at Fuckhole's terror turned to a disappointed sadness. Tabitha looked away with a glare.

Merrie realized that she had just ruined Tabitha hope for another chase. It would have been a short one; she somehow knew that Fuckhole didn't have the ability to break through the collar like Merrie did, but even that little flicker of terror had given Tabitha something.

She let out a whimper as she lowered to the ground. She felt shamed for the unconscious act to comfort Fuckhole. In helping the bitch, she hurt the mistress. She was torn between which one she was suppose to serve.

Tabitha stretched. "Okay, I think it is time. Useless Cunt?"

Useless Cunt let out a long, shuddering breath. The smell of her excitement teased the air; she was getting horny at the thought of being torn apart.

"Come on, let's go for a walk."

Useless Cunt set down her dish and hurried over to Tabitha to join her. She was eager, almost excited, where Merrie knew that Tabitha needed fear and terror.

Merrie felt the burning desire to make amends for what she did, even if Tabitha didn't know what happened. Holding her breath, Merrie closed her eyes. She plucked through her own emotions as she found the memory of the terror she felt. She tried to gather all the events from the day before: running through the woods while clutching her bleeding stump, the moment when she broke her collar, and even that heart-stopping pounding right before Merrie stabbed Tabitha in the eye.

In her mind, it felt like thick mud as she tried to gather them together. If she threw them all at once, she risked breaking Useless' collar. But, if she could somehow push those emotions over time, it would help counter the effects of the collar's magic and give Tabitha what she desperately craved.

Merrie knew she was somehow doing magic, but she didn't have spells or the knowledge to do it. She felt despair as she watched the two heading out of the cave. Then, a flash of insight came to her. She pictured a clock counting down the minutes. She took the thick emotions of fear and pressed them into the tick marks. A little at first and then larger globs as the hour passed by. She didn't know if it would work but she had to try; part of her knew that it was just a silly imagination, a trick of her mind.

She imagined the clock hanging over Useless' head. She could almost see it, a large ornate clock like the one she used to look at when she was growing up. The second hand circled around and the minute clicked into place over the first glob of emotion.

Useless jerked as the minute hand stopped. There was a brief tension in her body. Sweat prickled her brow as she looked back at Merrie with growing fear in her eyes.

In front of her, Tabitha froze and spun around. There was a glare on her face, but it quickly faded into a curious expression. Her gaze rose up above Useless' head. For a moment, nothing happened. Then a slow smile crossed the silfae's face.

She leaned to the side and looked directly at Merrie. Merrie felt an uncomfortable sensation at the intensity of emotions burning in Tabitha's eyes, but then the silfae nodded and she spoke as if it happened every day.

"Good pet."

Merrie's response to her words were as if the collar still worked. A shiver of pleasure coursed through Merrie's body and she felt it gathering in her pussy. She had done something, something that Tabitha could see. It wasn't her imagination. It wasn't an idle fantasy. She had done magic.

Tabitha turned on her heels. "Come on, pathetic bitch, let's see how fast you can run."

Merrie couldn't help smiling as she watched the shadows of Tabitha and Useless Cunt as they headed to the house. Satisfied, she headed back to her bowl to finish her breakfast.

Dixie blocked her way. The tiny little man was staring at her as he reached out and pushed the bowl over. It splattered across the floor. Tendrils of stew flowed back toward the heath and sizzled as it touched the heated stone.

Merrie whimpered and gave him a hurt look. She tried to crawl around him, but Dixie took a step to the side to block her again. She whimpered again.

Dixie lowered himself to the ground as a glare crossed his face. It was an angry look and his eyes grew an intense azure blue. His lips pulled back and exposed his bright white teeth. A deep, rumbling growl shook in his chest.

Merrie froze, her arm held in the air. She didn't know what Dixie was doing, but she could feel the anger gathering around him. It was a choking cloud of dislike; it wasn't hatred but something softer, almost as if he had something to prove. It reminded her of the same thing Sable did, when she snapped at Merrie, but Dixie wasn't protecting Tabitha or Bass. It was just him, her, and Fuckhole in the cave.

She took a step back, balancing on her knees. She was afraid because she didn't know what Dixie wanted.

He took a step forward, the growl growing deeper. His toes dug into the ground and then he surged forward.

Merrie let out a shriek as she tried to back away, but Dixie slammed into her.

His hands grabbed her shoulders and he shoved forward.

Merrie was thrown on her back and the impact drove the air from her lungs. She gasped at the suddenness and stared up at the burning eyes of the tiny little man. He crawled up on her body, his fingers digging painfully into her breasts as he positioned himself on her head and sat down right on her face. His cock and balls ground into her nose and eyes as he settled into place.

With a start, Merrie realized what he was doing. He was exerting his dominance. She could feel his satisfied emotions filling him as he wiggled his ass into her face, grinding his crack against her nose. She could smell his body up close and almost choked on it.

Merrie slumped back and tried not to fight it. There was something in Dixie that wanted to prove her was better. She wondered if it was because she managed to use magic, or that Tabitha called her pet.

A few seconds later, Dixie crawled off her. Merrie scrambled to her hands and knees, then froze as he growled again. He wasn't done.

Reaching with her mind, she could feel that he wasn't satisfied with just sitting on her face. He wanted more from her, to prove himself beyond a doubt.

Merrie shivered with the hunger she felt inside him. It mixed with the jealousy and the anger, turning into an ugly choking cloud that gathered around his body. She stared at his face and felt fear coursing through her veins.

He wasn't playing like Sable. It wasn't the playful dominance or even the firm guiding hand. This was revenge and it shook her to the core.

Merrie backed away and he stalked after her. His growl shook the room as he chased her slowly, relishing the fear that continued to rise inside her. From her vantage point, she could see he was growing hard, his tiny dick at full mast and leaving droplets behind as they circled around Tabitha's sleeping depression.

Dixie surged forward again. Merrie let out a shriek. Their bodies hit as he bit down on her shoulder, his teeth piercing skin. The impact threw them back toward the fires and Merrie wrenched around to avoid burning herself. Her collar dug into her skin as Dixie scrambled on top of her and bit down again, his teeth bright red from her blood.

Desperate, Merrie screamed out. "No!"

The collar sparked and electricity slammed into her. Every muscle in her body tightened as is arced over to Dixie. His teeth scraped against bone as he clamped down harder. His hands tore into her breasts, squeezing as the spasms of magic crashed into him.

She couldn't breathe as she flopped on the ground. She recovered quickly and scrambled to her knees. Still backing up, she could see her hair slowly sinking back down after standing on its end.

Dixie shook himself. Then suddenly she was staring at his burning azure eyes. Instead of discouraging him, somehow her cry had added to his anger. He pulled back his lips to snarl. The connection between him and Tabitha suddenly grew visible as a pulse of power coursed down it.

Merrie felt dread as she felt the power gathering around him. It crackled the air. A moment later, the energy came back and poured into him. His body shifted and grew, swelling into the massive wolf-like creature form. The constant growl grew louder.

Next to her, Fuckhole let out a cry and flung herself into the niche. Her fear was palatable as Dixie's hatred.

Merrie couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She had to defend herself against so much hatred, but she had no weapons. She pictured herself hitting him, or using the collar again. Her breath quickened as the seconds stretched past.

Dixie charged. The wolf jumped over the center sleeping area. His teeth clamped down on the end of her right arm as he hit her, throwing her back.

Panicked, Merrie screamed out again to set off her collar. "Stop!"

As the electricity slammed into her, she felt every muscle spasm again. Dixie's teeth bore down and she felt a crunch of bone breaking. But as she writhed on the ground from the effects of the collar, Dixie seemed untouched by it.

He flipped his head over, using her broken arm as a lever and threw her face-down into the ground. Merrie couldn't move in the seconds after her collar went off, but she felt his teeth clamp down on the back of her neck, pulling her up and throwing her against the sleeping niche that Fuckhole cowered into.

Just as she was regaining control of her body, Dixie slammed into her from behind. His cock, huge and swollen, jammed at her ass as he clamped down with his fore-paws around her hips. He thrust forward, trying to find some hole to fuck. His jaws released her neck as he shoved down; the tip of his cock scraped against her pussy and got caught on the fold of her sex right above her clitoris. He drove forward and she cried out as it popped out and he tore his swollen dog cock down the entire length of her pussy.

Merrie pushed at the wall digging into her breasts. Her severed arms skittered uselessly against the stone and she sobbed as she tried to escape. As Dixie continued to try fucking her, she lashed out with her mind.

It had no effect in the storm of emotions that burned inside him. He tried to thrust again, the claws on his paws digging into her skin. His cock thrust forward again but missed. It left a wet smear against her spine as she felt his length measured against her body. He was almost as long as Bass, but where she hungered for Bass' cock, she feared Dixie's.

Suddenly, a bowl crashed down on Dixie's head. Stew splattered down his body and the hot liquid splashed down on Merrie's back. She looked up to see Fuckhole shaking as she knelt in front Merrie with empty hands. Her fear was already fading from the collar's magic, but there was a kinship, a desire to protect Merrie.

Dixie growled as he lifted one paw on the edge of the niche. Merrie momentarily forgotten, he crawled over Merrie's prone form as he got into the niche.

Merrie couldn't move as she felt her regeneration charm finish healing the broken arm. There was a sickening crunch as the bone set itself back into place and sealed the fracture. She was helpless to do anything besides watch.

Fuckhole sobbed and backed away. Her eyes were wild with fright as the massive wolf came after her.

Dixie's cock smacked into the side of Merrie's head as he got fully into the niche. His form blocked the entrance as he snarled at her.

Fuckhole's emotions spiked and for a moment, the collar looked like it was going to crack. Her entire body shook with her sobs as she flailed back, trying to push her back through the stone wall to escape. A hot stream of urine poured down her legs as she sobbed in fright.

Merrie stared up and felt a flash of anger. Dixie had no right to terrify the bitch. She didn't know what to do, so she did the first thing that came to her. She pulled back and punched Dixie in the balls. It hit him with a dull thud and he let out a gasp. She punched him again and again, trying to force him to stop.

Dixie snapped at her arm and she pulled back. Scrambling on her knees, Merrie backed away as Dixie spun around in the niche. His snarl filled the room and Merrie felt her heard pounding in her chest.

There was no question about it, he was going to hurt her.

Merrie prepared herself to defend herself. But, when he jumped off the niche, she was surprised and barely got her hands up to defend her before he slammed into her. He shoved one arm aside and snapped at her throat. She managed to smack him, but her arm hit the hard bone of his skull.

Before she could move, Dixie threw her other arm aside and bit down on her breast. Agony slammed into her as she felt the teeth punching into the delicate flesh. She let out a high-pitched scream as she tried to pry him off, but she couldn't get a grip with the blunt ends of her arms. She couldn't stop him.

Tears pouring down her cheeks, she tried kneeing him in the neck, but her knee just impacted with the hard bone of his ribs.

Dixie didn't even budge.

He let go of her breast and tossed her aside.

Merrie hit the ground and rolled over. As he rushed forward, she tried to hit him again, but he just shoved her arm away and bit down on her thigh. Blood spurted out even as the healing magic spread over Merrie's body, healing it as fast as he was biting her.

She tried to hit him again, but he just shoved her arm or leg away and bit down. It became a rhythm. Her useless attack was followed by a bright pain of a bite. Her body glowed yellow-green as the healing magic filled her from the inside. Even thought it left her skin unblemished, the magic didn't stop the pain or the sheen of blood that covered her body.

The attack went on forever as Dixie's anger raged around her. She kept trying to defend herself, to stop his attack. One swing caught him in the side of the head, near his eye. He snapped out and caught her arm with his teeth. As it dug in, she screamed out reflexively. "Stop!"

The collar burst into light and her world turned into a flash of agony. Muscles tore as she felt it slamming into her. She couldn't move, she couldn't breath.

Dixie was untouched by the power. He yanked her arm to the other side and Merrie was flipped over on her stomach. Her weight crushed her breasts into the ground.

She was stills struggling to breathe when she felt his furry paws grab her hips and haul her to her knees. His cock thrust forward, smacking wetly against her buttocks. It caught in her hole.

The world slowed down as Dixie's fierce joy crashed into her.

Merrie gaped as she tried to regain her body, but there was nothing as he shoved forward. His cock tore into her ass with no foreplay or tenderness. It was just a brutal rape as she felt the slick member tearing into her dry ass. It punched deep in the first thrust. It had a blunt tip but swelled up in the middle.

As it ripped her open, Merrie let out a scream of pain.

He didn't pull back, but she felt his muscle bunch up. With another thrust, he shoved his wolf cock deep into her rectum, right up to the swollen knot at his base. It was huge as it smacked into her straining anal ring.

Dixie's paws dug into her side and he jammed it forward. Powerful muscles shoved his knot against her tortured ring. It couldn't stretch wide enough but the flash of pain coursed through her.

Merrie cried out again, but it only encouraged Dixie. He pounded into her, his cock buried deep in her ass and his knot punching against her sphincter.

He growled as he continued to rape her. His furry hips driving into her ass as she felt the knot pounding for entrance. Magic gathered around him and she was dimly aware of a pulse of energy going through his connection to Tabitha. She dreaded what would happen next.

It came back and his body rippled. She felt him growing larger, his cock swelling inside her depths and stretching her insides. Pain filled her as the knot continued to grow larger, but when he thrust forward, her entire body jerked with his increased stretched.

Merrie pawed at the ground, her legs and arms useless.

He slammed into her, each thrust a punch into her ass. She felt the ring tearing from the impact. And then, with a flash of agony that blinded her, it tore through the ring and she felt the cock bury deep inside her.

She let out a scream of agony as she felt it lodged inside her guts. The magic of her collar flashed yellow green. With terrifying clarity, she felt the healing magic repairing her damaged sphincter, tightening it up with Dixie's knot caught inside.

Dixie began to thrust. His entire body shoved her forward as he tore into her. His cock was a swollen brand inside her guts, searing her as he jerked forward.

And then, through all the pain and agony, she heard it.

(I'm the fucking alpha!)

He thrust forward hard and she was dragged along.

(You are my bitch!) Dixie's voice echoed in her head as he slammed his cock deep into her again.

(I am better than you!)

He continued to rage at her, thrusting with every thought that echoed through her mind.

Merrie sobbed as he fucked her, raped her. She could feel him venting his anger and jealousy into her. There was so much bitterness and hatred in him and he seemed to be trying to punch it into her body.

The magic healing was her curse as it sealed over her wounds. When it worked to heal the damage to her ass, it felt as if it was molding her rectum and intestines around his cock, forming a tight glove for him to tear into.

Dixie continued to pound her for an eternity before he finally reached an orgasm. Merrie froze as she felt his huge cock swelling and then the hard jet of his cum flooding her guts. He came again and again, swelling her belly from the volume of cum he poured into her insides.

She sobbed as the pressure built inside her but there was nothing, utterly nothing she could do. She slumped to the ground and felt satisfaction radiate from Dixie. Burying her face into the hard-packed ground, she waited from him to withdraw, desperately wanting him out of her body.

He tried once, but the knot sealed them together. It prevented his cum from escaping either and the pressure added to the shame, humiliation, and pain she felt.

Dixie loomed over her, panting with his efforts. The minutes passed as he held it there, relishing in her discomfort. She could feel his emotions with their close connection, the need to prove himself and the jealousy he felt toward her.

And she was helpless to stop it. Every thing she could do to defend herself ended with abject failure. He toyed with her when he could have taken her at any time. No matter how much she had punched and flailed at him, he took it. Even using the collar, which worked the first time, was useless.

Merrie started to cry. The pleasure that came with being helpless came with a price.

She stopped in mid-sob as she felt him growing harder. Dixie was suddenly interested in her again. He shifted back into place as he hooked his paws around her hips and pulled her back up.

He gave a test thrust. It sent a flash through her stuffed guts and a slosh of his cum that filled her. A flash of joy rose up and he began to pound back into her.

(You're my bitch and don't you forget it.)

= Pack Order

Two hours later, Merrie could barely see straight. For the entire time, she was pinned on the floor by Dixie. Every time she felt his cock starting to soften, he would start driving into her until he came again and added to the cum building up inside her. His knot kept it all inside, escape for the occasional spurt of it that came pouring out of her abused ass when he shifted position. She knew every millimeter of his cock, she could have sworn that her insides was now molded around every bump and ridge on the tiny silfae's huge cock.

When he wasn't fucking her, he was pushing her into the rough ground of the cave. She could feel rocks and ridges digging into her thighs and breasts. She tried to shift her body to a more comfortable position, but Dixie growled as soon as she twitched. She froze, feeling the vibrations of his wolf form being translated down his cock and into the liquid pressure buried between her buttocks. He only stopped when she slumped back to the ground.

Time passed painfully slowly as she was driven into the ground. She couldn't do anything but submit to him. She knew what he wanted now, for her to just roll over and pee like a bitch, to let him take her. But, all that was too late. The only thing she could do was bury her face into the ground and let the tears flow.

Dixie stirred from where he rested on her back. Merrie tensed up as she mentally prepared herself for another round of being fucked. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, adding to the pressure that was working its way up into her belly. The rough pads of his paws dug into her hips as he hunched over. His cock drove deeper into her ass, tearing it further open.

She let out a cry, her body trembling as she tried to find some way of easing her discomfort. Or, at least, begging for Dixie to stop. In her mind, she could see feel the jealousy burning inside him, it was less now. Every round of him fucking her ass, tearing into her, seemed to drain off a bit of the anger toward her.

A crunch of stone and rock startled Merrie. She looked up to see a shadow coming down the entrance to the cave. It came with a brilliant glow of joy, happiness, and raw crackling power. The energy filled the cave and it seemed to press down on Merrie. It wasn't the cruel grinding that Dixie inflicted on her but more like the feeling of a thunder storm about to sweep through the air.

When Tabitha came into view, Merrie gasped with shock. The silfae was naked and covered entirely in blood. Neither was shocking, Merrie had seen her in that state before, but the drying blood covering every centimeter of her body sent off some primal fear rolling through Merrie.

Tabitha was carrying Useless Cunt in her arms. The bitch was sleeping against Tabitha's breast. Her dried tears left a startling clear path in the blood that covered her. Merrie lowered her gaze, looking automatically to where Tabitha cropped the sleeping girl.

Useless had no arms beyond her wrists. The ends were smooth as if she was born that way, just like Merrie's own cropping. It was a stark contrast to the bloody wounds that Tabitha inflicted on Seven before healing him later. Below, Tabitha had cropped Useless at the knees, giving her much shorter legs than her arms.

Somehow, the horror of seeing a woman cropped didn't frighten Merrie as much as it used to. Instead, it almost felt natural to watch as Tabitha carried Useless to her niche and tenderly laid her down on the blankets.

Useless let out a whimper and curled up in a ball. Tabitha scooped up the blankets and heaped them over the trembling form. Merrie shivered as she wondered how any could breathe with so many blankets bearing down on her, but she remembered waking up in the sweat-soaked cocoon after her own cropping.

Merrie looked at the end of her own arm, staring at the smoothed over end. It still brought a flash of excitement as she was reminded of her own helplessness. She let out a sigh, which quickly turned into a groan as Dixie started to pump his cock into her ass with hard, hammer-like strikes. She cried out and reached out for Tabitha as the silfae walked past.

Tabitha slowed down, then looked down with disdain. "What, pet?"

Merrie's body shook as Dixie continued to ram his cock into her ass, pumping as far as he could. She whimpered and gave Tabitha a pleading, desperate look.

Tabitha squatted down in front of Merrie. Her scent was strong, the bitter choking smell of her pussy combined with the stench of fresh blood. "What do you think I'm going to do, pet? Stop Dixie from fucking your ass?"

Dixie panted and slammed his cock into her again. There was a flash of amusement as she cringed at the pressure in her guts and the scraping of the huge cock in her tightly-stretched rectum.

Merrie sobbed and felt her heart being torn. A small part of her hoped that Tabitha would have stopped it, but seeing the hard eyes regarding her, she knew that no one would save her.

"Listen, pet, you're an alpha now. This isn't something you can turn away from. From now on, for rest of your life, you are just a human-shaped little bitch. That means the pack dominance is how you prove yourself. I can't just stop him, because that would just prove that I'm still better than him." She smiled and reached over to Dixie. Merrie careered her head to see Tabitha wrapping her fingers around his throat.

Dixie drove into her again, crushing her buttocks and forcing his cock deep into her body. She cried out at the impact.

"But, if you don't want to be Dixie's bitch, you need to grow a pair of fucking balls and prove that you aren't just a soft, little slut that can't stand up for herself."

She stood up. "Finish up, Dixie, we need to send pet over to Grange and I'd do that when she isn't stinking of your cum."

Tabitha turned on her heels and headed out of the cave.

Merrie shivered as she felt Dixie getting a fresh grip on her hips. His furry hips ground into her buttocks and then he was fucking her. She tried to push up but as she managed to lever her breasts off the rough ground, Dixie reached over and clamped his jaws over her neck. He bore down and she felt his teeth piercing her flesh.

Hot blood ran her neck as he pounded his cock into her. His cock slammed at her sphincter, trying to tear free of it as his long cock reached deep into her body and tore her open again. She could feel the healing charm repairing the damage, but that seemed to only encourage him to rip into her harder.

Merrie cried out and pawed at the ground. Her useless arms couldn't get traction as she was pounded face-first into the earth. She could taste the dirt and blood on her lips as she tried to break free of the shape-changed wolf raping her.

He was still fucking her when Tabitha came back down. Tabitha was dripping wet but cleaned of her blood. She hummed cheerfully as she skipped back down the cave entrance, the air still crackling from her presence. She stopped at the bottom and looked down at Merrie and Dixie.

"Really? You've been fucking her for twenty minutes and you still can't get off? You are just as pathetic as her, Dix." She sighed and rolled her eyes. She stepped forward and slammed her foot down on Merrie's outstretched arm.

Merrie screamed out but power crashed down on her. Tabitha bore her weight down as magic crackled the air. Merrie could see it swelling up inside Tabitha, blurring her body for a moment.

Tabitha reached back with her hand and five claws burst out from her fingertips. She swung her hand around and smacked Dixie right in the head. There was a flash of light and the impact ripped Dixie out of Merrie and threw him across the cave and into the stone wall.

Merrie gasped as the pain of having her ass torn open from the inside crashed into her. As hours of cum poured out of her, she slumped to the ground and sobbed. The regeneration charm worked its magic, but it was long, painful minutes of agony before her body repaired itself. When she could finally stand up again, the cum still poured down her ass and coated her thighs. It was thick and hot. It was also a cruel reminder of her inability to fight off Dixie. Merrie didn't know how Sable did it.

Dixie came back in silfae form, a tiny man, and rubbed his cock as he glared up at Tabitha. He sat down next to Merrie and gave Tabitha a bitter look.

Merrie peeked at him, then up at Tabitha. Trembling from the effort, she pulled herself into a begging position. She tried to clench her ass to prevent the cum from pouring out, but she couldn't get her body to listen. With tears in her eyes, she held herself still and waited.

Tabitha looked at her sternly for a moment, then smiled. "All right, pet. Take Fuckhole and clean out your holes. Dixie, stop being a fucking dick."

Dixie shrugged and gave out a self-satisfied bark.

Tabitha leveled a glare on him. "Tonight, you and I won't have her sleeping with this. And," she smiled and her teeth looked bright and sharp, "I'm really fucking horny and I'm going to ride you until you break." The last word ended with a growl that wasn't quite playful.

To Merrie's surprise, there was a flash of dread from Dixie. She turned to look at him and felt a sexual anticipation rose up and mixed in with his dread and fear. He smiled even as he feared what would happen. There was a lot of complex emotions between Dixie and Tabitha, more than Merrie could understand with her growing empathetic abilities. She wondered if she would have the same complicated give and take when she finally bonded with a master.

Merrie took a deep breath and barked. She pushed herself on her knees and the ends of her arms. She shivered at the sight of her cropped ends, the now familiar sexual wave filled her with a slick, hot sensation that pooled in her pussy.

She crawled over to Fuckhole's niche. Balancing on her ends, she reached up and grabbed the top blanket with her mouth. Clamping down, she pulled it off Fuckhole as she sent a wave of comfort with her mind.

Underneath the blankets, Fuckhole stirred and pulled away. Merrie could sense her fear but it was directed at Dixie instead of herself. Instead, Fuckhole felt guilt toward Merrie. In a flash of insight, Merrie realized that Fuckhole wished she fought more to help Merrie.

Merrie had sudden tears in her eyes. She didn't deserve Fuckhole's guilt or respect. She dug into the blankets and pulled them aside. She saw a flash of naked thigh which Fuckhole yanked back under the blankets. Feeling playful, Merrie crawled up into the niche as she tore off the blankets as she chased after Fuckhole.

As Fuckhole's blonde hair was exposed, the bitch looked up with a flash of fear. For a moment, there was blind panic for a moment as Fuckhole stared up at Merrie, then relief flooded across her expression. With a gasp, she wrapped her arms around Merrie and cried into her shoulder. Her lips mouthed "I'm sorry" repeatedly and it only added to Merrie's own discomfort.

Merrie wrapped her arms around Fuckhole and kissed her cheeks, forehead, and nose. She pushed out a wave of love, wrapping it around the two of them. She felt Fuckhole relaxing in her grip and soon the bitch was kissing her back. Merrie slid one leg between Fuckhole's and drew it up until her knee was rubbing against the heated slickness of Fuckhole's sex.

"Stop making out and get fucking clean up, pet!"

She blushed and shared a guilty look with Fuckhole before crawling off the niche.

Fuckhole joined her. As she got on the ground, she started to drop to her knees, but Merrie shook her head. She stopped in mid-movement and then lifted herself back up to her feet.

Merrie gave her an approving nod and crawled toward the entrance. She could feel Fuckhole joining her, the bitch's mind burning brightly in the back of Merrie's head. She could also feel Useless in her niche, sleeping fitfully through dreams of blood and cropping. There was magic in her sleep, something that kept her slumbering as her mind grew adjusted to her new form.

Outside, Merrie led Fuckhole to the bathroom area and then to a deep-running stream nearby. Merrie sank into the water with a sigh. The cold water felt good against her tortured body, but when it lapped against her asshole, she stopped with a hiss of pain. She held herself in place, the water splashing against her pussy as she inched herself lower.

Fuckhole came up to her. Her slick body rubbed against Merrie as she wrapped her hand around Merrie's waist. Her other came up between Merrie's legs and pressed her palm against Merrie's ass and pussy.

Merrie stared in shock, but then Fuckhole guided her down on the water. Instead of the icy water rushing against her torn open ass, it was the heat of Fuckhole's palm that shielded her from the shock. Merrie let out a moan and stared into Fuckhole's green-brow eyes. She radiated thanks and love and every other good emotion she could grasp her mental fingers on.

Fuckhole wrapped her body around Merrie and gave her a brilliant smile. She curled her fingers into Merrie's cunt and a tiny rush of cool water swirled around to tease Merrie's ass.

Merrie whimpered and Fuckhole clamped her hand back down over the opening.

After a few seconds, Fuckhole once again slid one finger along Merrie's slit and cooler water rushed in into her ass. Merrie shivered at the sensation but Fuckhole was already pressing her hand down over the opening, shielding her from too much coming too fast.

With fingers stroking her pussy, Merrie could do nothing but clutch to Fuckhole's breasts and hips. She was helpless to do anything. If it wasn't for Fuckhole, she would have slipped away. Instead, she was held tight to a beautiful woman who was taking care of her with a tender finger.

She moaned at the touch, her body growing hot despite the stream flowing around them. As Fuckhole fingered her, the cooler water rushed into Merrie's ass and mixed with the cum still there. She tensed as it warmed up and her body cooled down. Soon, the stream was a balm against her openings.

Fuckhole kissed her, her lips pressing against Merrie's.

Merrie parted her mouth and let Fuckhole's tongue come up. She shivered in the touch as Fuckhole moved her fingers back and circled around Merrie's ass. It was tender but the gentle fingers brought flashes of pleasure. Merrie moaned into the kiss as Fuckhole cleaned out her ass until she felt the clean friction of water against her hole. The ring finally tightened around Fuckhole's fingers, clinging to the two plunging digits.

Cleaned out, Fuckhole moved her fingers back to Merrie's pussy. This time, it wasn't the tender stroking but the deep thrusts of a woman trying to bring an orgasm to Merrie. Fuckhole grinned into the kiss as she pumped deep and fast, splashing the water around.

Merrie squirmed in the touch, basking in the love that surrounded them. It didn't take long for her to reach her orgasm. She clutched her smooth-ended arms around Fuckhole and leaned into each stroke, splashing as she thrust her hips down into the plunging fingers. The cool water mixed with her hot insides, adding to the contract of pleasures until she cried out from her crest of ecstasy.

Drained, Merrie slumped against Fuckhole as their kisses broke. She smiled up to the blonde bitch.

Fuckhole wasn't done. She ran her hands along Merrie, stroking and scrubbing her clean. It was a slow process but Merrie every time Merrie tried to help, Fuckhole just kissed her into just enjoying it.

As Fuckhole finished, Merrie wondered how to do the same for her. She didn't have hands to clean the woman cleaning her. She couldn't do anything. Her helplessness added a sharp edge of lust to being cleaned by Fuckhole. By the time the bitch was done with Merrie's hair, Merrie was writhing in passion and moaning softly.

Fuckhole pushed Merrie to the edge of the stream. Merrie found a place where she could balance and started to crawl out, but then Fuckhole surprised her by grabbing her ass and delving her head between Merrie's buttocks.

Merrie gasped as she felt the hot tongue against her asshole, licking at it. It was intense, a searing hot flesh instead of the icy water. She ran her arms through the gravel for balance, then pushed back against the tongue as Fuckhole licked her from clitoris to ass and back again.

After being cared for and fingered, it took very little for Merrie to reach a second and a third orgasm. As Fuckhole inflicted a fourth, Merrie slumped to the rocky bed of the stream panting for breath. There was a smile on her lips and she wanted to melt into a pool of orgasmic goo.

She heard Fuckhole cleaning herself. She wanted to help, but she knew that Fuckhole wasn't going to let her. It was one last chance at humanity and Merrie couldn't take that from her. Instead, she just rested on the ground and enjoyed the warmth of sunlight filtering through the trees.

Dixie's bark woke her up. She looked up to see the silfae crawling down the far edge of the stream. She could feel his jealousy and anger even across the water.

Looking up, Merrie saw that Fuckhole was brushing her long hair with her fingers further up the shore. She froze in mid stroke as she watched.

Dixie splashed into the water and his thoughts cleared through Merrie's mind, (I'm going to make you my bitch.)

For a moment, Merrie wanted to roll over and submit, but she couldn't to Dixie. Not to another alpha, not to an asshole like him. She felt no desire to please Dixie and she could still remember his rape. She could never fight against him in wolf form, but he was a silfae right now. And swimming through the water.

The water. She remembered something from her lessons about water and electricity.

With a snarl that mimicked his own from earlier, Merrie dove into the water. She dropped her collar deep into the water and glared at Dixie. The silfae was swimming toward her, his tiny form unable to grip the bottom of the stream.

"Fuck off!"

Her collar ignited into a burst of light. Electricity coursed along her body and she felt her muscles tearing from the impact. It hurt, but she was getting used to the pain and managed to keep watching as the magic spread out across the water's surface. The entire stream light up from the inside. Lighting bolts cracked from the water, arcing along trees and bushes.

In the center, Dixie let out a high-pitched scream as his entire body spasmed and his hair stood on its ends. He dipped below the water and came back up gasping as he struggled to remain swimming.

The pain was intense, magnified by the water, but Merrie recovered quickly. Shaking and trembling, she pulled herself out of the water. The current, however, dragged her back in. Merrie tried to stop it, but her arms skittered against the rocks and she slipped back into the cold water.

Fuckhole grabbed her and hauled her out of the water.

Merrie gasped for breath. She squirmed to get back on her feet and spun around, looking for Dixie.

Further down the stream, Dixie crawled out of the water. He was panting for breath as he shook himself free of most of the water. And then his head snapped around to glare at Merrie, his eyes bright blue. His connection to Tabitha ignited as he sent a pulse toward the cave. He was going to transform again.

Panicked, Merrie shoved Fuckhole up the stream's bank and scrambled to join her. With the fierce joy of getting a strike on Dixie, they raced back to the cave.

Inside, Tabitha looked up curiously as the two bitches came tumbling down the entrance. She was next to the hearth, spooning out bowls for them to eat.

Behind Merrie, Dixie's enraged howl echoed across the woods.

Tabitha smirked and pointed to the ground next to her. "Sit."

Merrie rushed over and planted herself on the ground. She couldn't help but smile as she brought her arms up to beg and held herself there.

It took all of her effort not to look around when she heard Dixie coming down. The smell of wet dog flooded the room as he growled deeply. Her back tensed with anticipation as the growl grew louder.

Tabitha looked up. "Good boy, Dixie, for getting them. Now, come eat."

Dixie growled again.

Tabitha jammed the bowl into Fuckhole's hands. Standing up, she bristled. "Did you just growl at me?" Her voice was tense and angry.

A flash of power filled the room and Dixie, once again humanoid, whimpered softly.

Tabitha sniffed. "You smell like lightning. Oh, she got you good? With the collar again?"

A bitter bark.

"Well, sucks to be you."

Merrie almost came at the words directed at Dixie. It was a seductive high of beating Dixie, though she knew the silfae would get revenge sooner or later. Probably sooner. For the moment, she was just going to enjoy it.

"Now, all of you eat."

Well shit look who's back. Howdy do good sir!

>>310
A bit hard to keep up with the comings and goings of 99chan, but I'm trying to keep up with a weekly schedule of puppy girls, a bit of amputation, and good hard fucking.

But, you know me, I'm mainly just posting for the comments. They are my sequentially numbered crack. :)

I've thoroughly enjoyed this story thus far. Keep the updates coming.

This is a fucking awesome story! Keep it up.

this is so good. SO GOOD.

>>312
To be entirely honest, aside from Derik's Luck, I've not read too much of your stuff, a lot of it's too dark for me. However I still have to commend your writing because it's simply excellent, a rare treat indeed.

This story is literally why I'm trying out BDSM in my sex life now (and finding it FUCKING GREAT.) Just - damn. Amazing. And I actually care about the characters / setting / story beyond the sex, which I was not expecting at all. so you know. keep it up (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP IT UP)

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Thank you!

>>317
Yeah, Derik's Luck is one of my better stories. I have a tendency to alternate between the darker stuff and the fluffy stuff, and I don't have a really good way of distinguishing the two at this point. I know stories like "Daughter With Benefits" was popular here on this board (though a couple of iterations before).

And you liking my writing so much really makes my day. Thank you very much.

>>319
That made me a bit nervous, since most of the BDSM here is amputation and sexual slavery. :P But, BDSM is a wonderful and can be a loving thing if done right. Submission is... a high, just as much as control is. Even something as simple as putting on a collar is enough to put me in a sexy, submissive mood.

I'm a switch though, so I go all ways.

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Hahahah YEP MY SURGERY IS SCHEDULED FOR TOMORROW

nah, just the submission / being restrained & controlled & dominated -- elements. i like my fingers!

"That took long enough," muttered Tabitha as she came out of the cave. She was dressed once again with a white length of cloth around her breasts and a skirt of pale green that did very little to cover her shaggy bush. Her nipples stuck out of the fabric, two darker points on her tiny breasts.

Merrie with hit the realization that she never had sex with Tabitha in her humanoid form. Given her almost constant fucking by Bass, she expected the same out of the silfae, but instead she was about to be handed over to Grange without being forced to lick or finger the sometimes cruel woman. She was sad, in a way, with the realization that she would never be forced to shove her head between Tabitha's legs, lap at the strong-smelling sex she occasionally caught whiff of.

She knew what Tabitha wanted, what turned her on. Her awakening powers brought the images in the back of her mind: the chase, the fighting back, and the blood. The only way Tabitha would fuck Merrie is if Merrie was hunted down like a squealing prey.

Merrie moaned softly under her breath. Her pussy grew hot and slick as she thought about running away and feeling the pounding of her heart as she tried to escape. It would hurt, that was for sure, but it would be a good pain. She lifted her leg to step off the trail, then stopped as Tabitha gaze focused on her.

"You know, that confirmation thing you're getting is getting annoying."

Confused, Merrie put her leg down and looked up quizzically.

"All the new bitches. They look at you to see if they should obey. I'm the fucking mistress here, they shouldn't look to you for confirmation."

Merrie shrugged. She didn't know why they were doing it, she never asked them to. She knew it was somehow because she was giving them comfort and they looked to her for that, but she couldn't stop them without ceasing to be... her.

"They do that with Sable too," grumbled Tabitha. She started down the path leading to the house. Merrie turned and followed her, crawling as fast as she could. Tabitha managed to walk just a few steps ahead of her without looking back.

"I'd say it must be a female alpha thing, but Kessler's bitch doesn't get it either." She smiled. "I bet it has something to do with both Dixie and Kessler's are complete and utter dicks, despite Kessler's having a cunt instead of a dick. Man, that bitch was nasty too."

Tabitha walked in silence for a few seconds, then she chuckled. "I like you-"

Merrie held her breath, afraid of Tabitha's next words.

"-and what you do with your collar. In all the years since we started, I have never seen any bitch use the negative feedback while fighting. It is going," she grinned and her teeth flashed, "to annoy Rendi to no end. She fought Bass for a year when he insisted putting the offensive spells in your collar. According to her, you would hurt us or ourselves if you knew how to use the collar as a weapon. But, pet," she reached down and stroked two fingernails along Merrie's shoulder, "will use it against the little dick, right? Because, if you use it against any of the trainers-" her fingernails dug into Merrie's shoulder and squeezed down on the joint.

Merrie whimpered at the pain, squirming but unable to escape the claws piercing her flesh.

"-except Grange, I will kill you." Tabitha relaxed her hand. "These are my friends, well, most of them. Bass, Rendi, and I adventured for a lot of years and my life was in their hands more than once. And they have had their own in mine. You and Sable are all strangers to our little family. Even if we lov... like you, I won't let anyone hurt the family I have left."

Merrie shivered at Tabitha's words. The silfae's voice grew softer as she spoke, as if some of the roughness was wearing off.

Tabitha stepped over a fallen log and down the other side. She turned and waited as Merrie struggled to crawl over. Merrie felt a flush as her breasts and belly scraped against the wood, but she managed to flop over without humiliating herself.

"But, use that collar against Dixie all you want. Use it against Sable too. She doesn't fight seriously often so you probably won't need to before you are sold. I haven't figured out how that chubby bitch manages to be the alpha... head bitch on this place. Not with Dixie being a champion martial artist before he..." Her voice trailed off, then she cleared her throat, "Every time they fight for dominance, it is out of sight and out of telepathic range for both of us." She smirked, "Though Dixie's telepathy is probably only a few dozen meters at most so that isn't impressive."

A shiver ran down Merrie's spine. Tabitha was talking about the voices in her head. She heard of telepathy, the ability to speak with mind, but she didn't know that Sable and Dixie could also do it. With hindsight, it almost made sense since she heard their voices in her head.

"Bass says Sable's forty meters that which would make her the strongest telepath among the known alphas. I can't verify that, of course, since bonded alphas can only communicated with their mistresses and each other. And Dixie," she smiled and strode through the cold stream, "is too weak to find out."

"He can pull power from much further though. Last time they fought, Dixie kept transforming during their fight as he tried..." She shook her head, "When I got there, he had two broken legs, a shattered wrist, cracked ribs, and he was buried half a meter into a tree. And covered in his pee like a submissive little bitch." She chuckled as she shook her head. "Sable was sitting there, licking her feet as if nothing had happened."

Merrie couldn't picture it.

"Sable has secrets, that's for sure."

Merrie thought about Sable, the cheerful and bounding bitch that seemed to be everywhere. She pictured Sable after she spent a week with Grange. She was covered in bruises and scratches but acted as if she was untouched. She radiated happiness and joy as she wrestled.

She knew where they were heading, to the same place. Merrie didn't think she had Sable's endurance or constitution to handle the pain. At the thought of being stuck with Grange, her stomach clenched violent and she felt sick to her stomach. It was the harsh emotions unfiltered by the collar. Merrie wished the magic controlling her would mute the growing dread pooling in her guts.

"Cunt."

Merrie glanced up at Tabitha's back.

"I know you're afraid."

Tabitha slowed down and then came to a halt. She looked around before turning around and crouching down. "I can smell your fear. I can... feel it in my mind. But, we have to talk about my secrets before we get to the house."

Merrie whimpered as she inched closer. She knew that Tabitha wouldn't give her comfort but there was something protective about the silfae that she needed to touch.

Tabitha grabbed her collar and pulled her close. As her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat, Merrie felt a flash of pleasure racing along her veins. It was as addictive as the desire for Bass' cock.

"Grange is going to hurt you."

The pleasure faded and was replaced by a cold knot of fear. Her tail responded to her emotions and she could feel it curling around her ass and pussy protectively. The soft hairs tickled, but she only thought about protecting herself.

"Since he's a small-dicked little fucker, he's going to beat you and choke you. And, I'm going to remind him of your little charm, so he's probably also going to do far more things to you than any other bitch he's got. He has knives and skewers. Things that tear into flesh and blades to make you bleed."

Merrie felt the terror rising. She knew that Tabitha was feeding off it, getting power from it, but the thought of being tortured made her sick.

"He's going to hurt you and you'll scream. You won't be able to help it because that's what gets the little fucker off."

Tears ran down Merrie's cheeks. She shook her head.

Tabitha pulled her closer. "He isn't nice like me, Cunt."

Her breath was hot against Merrie's face. Then, Tabitha smiled but it was a cruel, hard smile.

"But then he's going to open his mouth. If I'm lucky, he'll go on about how he tortured your soft, helpless little body. Raped your ass with a knife or a hot poker. It won't be today, it might not even be while you're at the mill, but sooner or later, he's going to say the wrong thing. Then Bass will find out exactly how much of a disgusting little maggot Grange is."

Tabitha's grip tightened as she smiled. There was something terrifying about the look, a hint of the person Tabitha used to be at the height of her power.

Merrie's heart beat faster as a cold sweat prickled her skin.

"Bass loves you. It is a misplaced love and he knows better, but he can't help it any more than Rendi has to fight me with the collars. Even now, that fucking thriban is probably fucking another bitch and thinking about you. But, if Grange hurts you badly enough, it might finally push Bass over the edge and we can get rid of that fucking bastard off my lands."

She pushed Merrie into a sitting position and stood up. "Grange's a fucking weed, a parasite." Tabitha turned on her heels and started back toward the house. "I just wish that Bass would let me hunt the bastard down and rip off his arms and legs. It would take days," Tabitha shivered with pleasure, "and I would enjoy every fucking moment of it."

As Tabitha continued toward the house, Merrie followed. She was sick to her stomach and the joy of her morning faded away completely. Even knowing that Tabitha was hoping to get Grange kicked out, the idea of being tortured just made the sick rolling of her stomach worse. The fear filled her and she had to struggle to crawl forward toward her destination.

"Move faster, pet."

Tears rolling down her cheeks, Merrie tried. She wanted to run back to Bass or even to Tabitha's cave. She didn't want to go forward. She tried to force herself but she couldn't find the strength to pick up her knee and crawl forward.

Tabitha stopped and glared back at her.

"How is it that you were creaming at the idea of getting your arms and legs ripped off, but you're afraid of this? I know the collar is broken, but you're a fucking alpha. This is what you do. When you get there, you'll be getting off on it because that is what he wants. You'll know his desires and every part of your body will crave to give him exactly what he needs. You'll be begging for him to choke you."

Merrie took a step back, shaking her head. More tears rolled down her cheeks and she could feel it dripping off her chin. There was no way that she would ever want to be tortured. The very idea that she would crave it brought bile up into her throat.

Tabitha returned to her. "This isn't a request, Cunt."

When Tabitha reached for Merrie's collar, Merrie couldn't help but flinch.

The silfae growled, a deep rumbling in her chest, and snatched the collar. Her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat, making it hard to breath.

Merrie struggled to break free. She wanted to go back. She would take a thousand days of being raped by Dixie, by being cropped again, anything to avoid the man she's been dreading the moment she meet him.

Tabitha growled again. She tightened her grip on the collar as power filled her. It was the same spell she used to rip Dixie from Merrie's ass.

Merrie cringed as she waited for the blow, but it never came.

Instead, Tabitha yanked her along as the silfae stormed down the path toward the mill house.

They made it a dozen meters before Merrie realized what was happening. She struggled to keep up, to keep breathing. Part of her was thrilled by the domination, but more and more of her was growing ill at the thought of being with Grange. Panic tore at her senses and she fought back, trying to stop the inevitable.

Tabitha hauled her through the back door. Inside, the wooden floor was slick and Merrie couldn't get purchase. Her useless arms and legs flailed at the floor and the walls as Tabitha dragged her up the stairs to the second floor.

Merrie managed to catch one of the step but Tabitha picked her up by her collar, choking her, and set her down on the landing. She gasped for breath and looked for something to grab on to.

Tabitha got a tighter grip and dragged Merrie down the hall.

As they got closer, it felt like the walls were glowing with emotions. She could feel years of fear and pain in the hallway and the door shone with the suffering that happened behind it. It took her a moment to realize the light was only in her mind, her empathic abilities showing the resonance of Grange's room, the pain of so many bitches before her.

She let out a scream as she felt the panic consuming her. It was irrational and terror that drove her to grab at the walls, trying to stop Tabitha from hauling her down the hallway to Grange's room.

Tabitha kicked open the door and threw Merrie inside.

Merrie let out another shriek as she hit the ground and slid into the bars of an iron cage. The icy metal dug into her back. She looked up with wild eyes and saw a terrifying array of whips, floggers, and chains hanging from the ceiling. They were dark with sharp points and curved hooks on them. A group in the corner dripped something dark into a stained drain on the floor below them. Whimpering, she crawled to her feet and looked around for the exit.

One entire wall, from floor to ceiling, was filled with cages of various sizes, none of them large. The cages on the top were so small that even Dixie couldn't be crammed into them. The ones near the bottom were smaller than any cage in Bass' room but at least Merrie suspected she could fit in them without breaking a bone. As her eyes focused through the iron bars, she saw hooks and rings welded to the metal.

One of the cages was occupied. She could only see the Cock Diver's ass and pussy through the bars. There was a large iron hook jammed into the girl's asshole, holding her off the floor of the cage. Her ankles stuck out of the cage bars where Grange had tied them to the sides with rough rope. In the shadows, there were clamps on the bitch's nipples, pulling down to where they were clipped to the bottom of the cage. Merrie wondered why Diver didn't crouch down to relieve the obvious pressure, but then she saw a collar attached to the top of the cage. Even through Diver's hair, Merrie could see that there were short spikes in the collar, digging into her throat and neck.

Merrie almost threw up as she felt the pain and fear radiating from Diver. Sickened, she turned away to look at anything besides Cock Diver. In the center of the room, on a sturdy wooden frame, she saw Pillow Chest.

Grange had put her in the same device Bass fucked Licker in. It forced her into a present position with her bare ass and pussy sticking high in the air. It was a position of submission, and one that Merrie found that she loved, but the distress and agony radiating from the Pillow crashed into Merrie like a hammer.

He had gagged Pillow with a ball gag. The size of the ball puffed out her cheeks and forced her jaw open. There was a bruise on her right face. It would have been shocking except there were other dark marks along the woman's side. Bruises covered her from head to toe: a fist mark here, a rope burn there. A thick hatch of whip marks were bright red slashes across her formerly untouched body.

Grange stood behind Pillow Chest, naked and poised to ram his cock into her screwed-tight asshole. Like him, his cock was long and thin. It was also an angry red color, almost like blood. He had small balls, about the size of bird eggs, and they were covered with a light layer of dark hair.

Merrie sobbed as she tried to look around, to find some place of solace in the room. There was none. If it wasn't for the whips and chains, it was torture devices. The only part that was almost welcoming was his bed, but it was surrounded by a fence of barbed wire. She shivered in fear, feeling it grab her heart and squeeze it. She wanted to run, to flee. The door was welcoming, except Tabitha stood in it with a hard look on her face.

"Why the fuck-" snapped Grange as he stared at Tabitha. He didn't seem to notice Merrie cowering behind him. "-are you in my gods-damned room!?"

Tabitha's eyes grew hard. "I'm delivering your bitch, maggot."

"Who are you talking about?" He turned around with a frown on his face.

Merrie backed up against the cages, her tail down between her legs. Her ass hit the cold metal door and it rattled loudly. She let out a gasp and tried to keep on backing away as Grange's eyes focused on her.

"Oh really?" he said with a smile, turning toward her. "It's my turn? I get the bitch?"

"For a week, Grange. I hope you fuck yourself to death."

Grange didn't take his eyes off Merrie. "Go back to your dog cock, silfae, since a real man can't obvious satisfy you." He wrapped his hands around his shaft and gave it a few pumps. "I got this bitch to break in."

Tabitha's eyes glittered darkly. A scowl briefly crossed her face, but then she put on a fake smile. "Oh, Grange?"

"What now, you fucking witch!?"

Merrie shook her head, silently begging for Tabitha not to say anything else. But, deep inside, she knew that the silfae would do exactly what she said she would. It was like knowing an accident was about to happen and not being able to get out of the way.

"I was going to remind you about the regeneration charm." Merrie whimpered, "Don't you dare lose it. That is Rendi's last one and Bass can't afford to have her make another."

Grange's eyes grew wide and then a slow, cruel smile crossed his face. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not even going to take it off."

"Good," whispered Tabitha. She had a satisfied look on her face as she shut the door.

Merrie whimpered as she stared at the closed door. She trembled with fear as she watched Grange walk to the door and throw the dead bolt. His cock bobbed with his movements as he turned around to regard Merrie.

"So you're a fucking alpha."

He walked toward her, flexing and relaxing his hands.

"What's the big deal? All I see is a fucking bitch on her hands and knees, just like every other cunt in this damn place. Oh wait," he smiled, "you don't have hands. You're less than a fucking human now." He stopped in front of her, his cock bobbing over her. "Just a cropped bitch now. Not good for anything besides a couple holes to fuck. You must have a magical cunt, Cunt, given how much Bass was fawning over you."

Merrie couldn't back away any further. The dread built in her stomach, pushing away all thoughts except for the desperation to escape. Even as she was trying to find some way of fleeing, she felt his desire filtering into her thoughts. It came in a rush of images, memories welling up that weren't her own.

He wanted to tie her up, bind her so tight that she couldn't move. He wanted to beat her, whip her, cut her. She could feel his desire to wrap his hands around her throat, choking her as he fucked her body with his cock tearing into her.

Her body grew hot as the images continued to blast through her. Her pussy grew moist as images of being beaten and whipped tore through her thoughts. She sobbed at her helplessness, feeling her mind and body changing to suit his desires. She didn't want it, but as she felt his needs filling her, she couldn't help but long to be in Pillow's place, whipped and fucked.

Terrified, Merrie pushed back. She cowered against the cage as she fought against the horrors in her mind. She didn't want to be Grange's bitch, she didn't want to be tortured, maimed, and hurt. She screamed out and pushed away his desire, forcing them out of her mind.

Her collar sparked and she felt the electricity coursing through her body. It tore at muscles and she found relief from his terrible thoughts in her mind. But, as she regained her senses, so did his lusts resumed filling her thoughts. She panted with the desire to be beaten, thrown to the ground and raped in whatever hole he wanted. She wanted to feel his hands around her throat and feel her breath stopping. She wanted to be beaten, tortured.

Just like Tabitha said she would.

Merrie screamed out, "No!" It set off her collar, but she was prepared for it. As the magical pain and agony slammed into her, she shoved back with her thoughts. The pain was a relief as Grange's desires were burned away. Merrie forced her mind to keep pushing away as the collar's magic faded. She managed to keep his desires out of her head, but it was an effort to keep herself apart. It was hard work with the fear that if she let her thoughts relax for one moment, she would be craving him again. She didn't know if she could eject him again.

Gasping, she stared at the ground as she listened to the hammering of her heart. She couldn't feel Grange inside her anymore. Tentatively, she glanced up to Pillow's position and when she didn't feel an unnatural desire to be bound in that position, to be whipped until she screamed. Letting out her breath, she sobbed with relief.

"See, they all scream when I get them," Grange said as he drew closer. There was nothing in his eyes to show that he knew what just happened. "There has be something about you that makes you so fucking special. You don't look like ten million marks."

He reached out for her. Merrie cried out with the natural fear of the man. She tried to push him away, but her severed arms just slid off his hands. She slipped and smacked his cock with one hand, it was hot and wet against her skin before she slumped forward.

His face darkened. "You hit me!"

It wasn't even a hard blow, but anger and rage rose up inside him. It became a choking wind against Merrie, a wind only she could feel with her empathic abilities. He snapped out and grabbed her collar. Hauling her forward, he dragged her to Pillow mounted in the center of the room.

Merrie pawed at his arm, trying to break free of his grip. Her breath came hard and fast. Knowing that he wanted to hurt her only made her more desperate to break free. She didn't know where she would go, only that she wanted to find some way to escape.

Grange used one hand to free Pillow. His fingers worked at the latches holding her down. As soon as he flipped over the last bar, he shoved her off.

Pillow let out a cry as she felt off device and hit the ground with a wet thump. She rolled over and crawled away from the cages toward the door and the stained drain. She grabbed her bruised body and cowered in the corner as dull red droplets rained down from the whips above her.

Showing years of experience, Grange picked Merrie up and threw her down on top of the stand in the room. The metal rods used to hold down Pillow dug into Merrie's flesh and left bruises. He grabbed her arms and jammed them into the spots for her elbows. Before she could pull them free, he threw the bar down over and pinned her arms to the table. She screamed out and thrashed but Grange shoved her head into the hard wooden surface before latching her neck into place. Her collar rang out against the metal bars holding her down.

She tried to prevent him from latching her legs into place, but Grange dug his thumbs into the joint of her knee before he shoved them into place. The flash of pain from hitting her knee against the wood interrupted her screaming. By the time she regained her senses, she was bound in place.

The air of the room was shocking against her pussy and ass. The feeling of being exposed and helpless tore into her. She longed for the submission, the familiar rush of being helpless in front of a master rising and battering against her desperate attempts to keep Grange's lusts from invading her thoughts.

She heard the crack against her pussy but it was a heartbeat before the pain exploded across her senses. He had taken his hand and smacked right against her labia. She screamed out, jerking against her bondage.

"Ungrateful, useless bitch!"

Grange brought his hand down right against her ass and pussy, smashing them and sending another bolt of pain through her body.

"Fucking bitch. You don't ever hit me!"

He rained down blows with his hands. He focused on her pussy and ass and soon she was writhing in agony as she tried to avoid the blows she couldn't escape.

"You are nothing but a cunt!" He raged against her, battering her body with his hands. She cried out as her labia was abused, beaten, crushed. He seemed to go without slowing, pounding and smacking her until she wondered if the healing charm would be able to keep up.

In the back of her mind, she knew that Sable would somehow do the right thing. But, Merrie didn't dare let his lusts into her mind, otherwise she would want it. She didn't want it.

Grange drew back and punched her pussy. Crushing her labia, his knuckles tore her open and lodged a few centimeters into her opening. She jerked violently at the impact, her mouth opening but the pain locked her throat from making any noise.

He pulled back and punched her again, pounding against her sex. She felt the fist driving into her, tearing into her body. She tried to push him away, but she couldn't focus on her mental shield and her abused body.

One fist drove completely into her pussy, slowed down by her inner walls. As the piercing pain consumed her world, she felt her mind cracking. His lust poured into her mind, increasing the pain as she felt herself drowning his desire to hurt her. She shuddered with humiliation and pain. A tiny, shameful orgasm rippled through her body. The realization she couldn't resist him tore through her thoughts and she slumped against the table, sobbing.

"Finally, your cunt is getting wet."

He yanked his fist out from her pussy. Cooler air rushed in to the tortured opening. She didn't have time to enjoy it as he jammed his hand back in, plunging it clear to her cervix and smashing against her innermost gate. Her world turned into bright white agony as she jerked forward, gasping for breath.

And she came again.

Sobs ripped from her throat as she felt her body growing wet at her abused. She wanted to pull away from him, to do something. She wanted to say something to set off the collar, but that would just drive him to torture her more. She couldn't do anything.

And she realized she didn't want to.

She wanted to be broken.

She wanted to be beaten.

She wanted to be abused.

She wanted him.

Her thoughts pushed her into a third, brutal orgasm.