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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 11: Revelations
by t'Sade

One moment, she was quickly getting happy with becoming a slave. And
then the next, everything came crashing down. All the fear and terror
she should have been feeling came back with a vengeance, but it wasn't
Bass who comforted her but Borias.

(MF mdom oral magic mc cons bd)

**

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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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.

 -œYou can -(TM)t go home. -

Tears ran down her cheek.  -œPlease, just let me go. -

He stroked her back as he held her.  -œSorry, Merrie, you can -(TM)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."

" -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t lost a girl or had an injury
since, - he sighed,  -œsince 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.

**

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