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On her way to work, Merrie was kidnapped off the streets of Franome City
by a thriban named Bass. It didn't take long before she found out her
fate: to be broken, trained as a puppy sex slave, and sold to the
highest bidder. But, what started as a journey of terror became
something else when she found magic in her submission and a destiny that
went far beyond a mere slave.

Puppy Mill 07: Cold Comfort
by t'Sade

Body tortured by her new gloves and boots, Merrie struggles with the
fake tail rammed up her ass. And to add insult to injury, Bass insisted
on taking her for a long walk around the mill.

(MF mdom oral bd magic ws humil, FF oral anal cons magic bd)

**

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 -(TM)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.

**

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