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."

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Puppy Mill 11: Revelations (MF mdom oral magic mc cons bd) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 12/01/22(Sun)10:42 No. 163 File 132724694977.jpg - (183.30KB , 1024x768 , pet-1323045368757.jpg ) 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.