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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 15: Taste of Freedom
by t'Sade

Sable knows that Merrie is different. During one walk, the alpha bitch
pulls Merrie away to show her something that no other bitch had seen: a
hint of what was to come for Merrie and a chance to taste freedom.

(FF oral anal cons magic)

**

It was only six days since she first came to the mill, and three since
Bass tore her open, but Merrie was happier than she could ever imagine.
She opened her eyes and looked out in the morning light streaming into
Bass -(TM) bedroom. It was a late morning, no doubt because Bass fucked all
three of them before drifting to sleep.

If she was still a free woman, she would be rushing around trying to
find clean clothes and fresh food. No doubt, the couple next door would
have been screaming at each other. He would slam the door as he stormed
out for work and she would scream out the window for another ten minutes
before banging around the house. Merrie always left before her neighbor
started drinking, usually in a sprint to make it to work to avoid being
late once again.

At the mill, there was no struggle when waking up. There were screams,
but they came from the bitches being fucked in other rooms of the house.
In the last few days, the terror-filled noises had faded into moans and
barks of pleasure. There was no rush to run out of the house or a need
to go out and earn her living. All she had to do was fuck the most
compassionate kidnapper she had ever imagined.

Merrie moaned softly and stretched out along the pillows. Her right
nipple slipped off the fabric and bumped on the cooler wooden floor
beneath. It was a shock, but one that brought a new wave of pleasure
coursing through her senses.

She loved being a sex slave.

Merrie lifted her head and looked up at the bed. Sable's ass stuck out
over the edge, wagging back and forth. Her head bobbed up and down on
Bass -(TM) cock. The soft wet noises filled the room and Merrie felt a
welcoming tingling gathering in her pussy. Her first longing was to
crawl up on the bed and join Sable. She loved the feel of Bass' cock in
her mouth, actually anywhere in her body, and the hunger only increased
since he tore into her ass.

She started to get up to crawl over, then stopped when the longing was
sharply replaced with a firm desire to crawl away. It wasn't fear that
pushed her back, just a sense that she wasn't wanted on the bed. Merrie
blinked and realized that it was similar to the feeling she got when she
first encountered Dixie, like foreign thoughts drifting through her mind.

Merrie didn't resist the new desire. She stopped and sat on the pillow.
The fabric rode up between her legs and brushed against her naked sex.
She could feel moisture gathering at her cleft, even after being pushed
away from Sable and Bass. Her gaze caught the sight of Licker and Sama.

Licker was stuck between a large, overstuffed pillow and the wall. Her
back was arched over another pillow, thrusting the two tiny breasts in
the air as she breathed deeply. One knee  rested against the wall and
her position spread her pussy wide open. Licker -(TM)s labia glistened in the
morning light and Merrie thought it was one of the most beautiful things
she had seen.

Sama's head was rested on the pillow between Licker's legs, in the same
position where they fell asleep the night before. She was on her belly,
with the curve of her back leading to a pile of pillows heaped over her
legs. Right at the junction of pillow and air was Sama's tail.

The charm finished its transformation only the night before. Rendi had
come up after dinner to ease Sama's dildo out of her rear. It looked
strange to see one of the new girls without a false tail, but Merrie
thought the new tail -(TM)s wavy brunette hairs fit Sama perfectly. Sama's
new tail reached down to her knees. Whenever it wagged, her back muscles
twitched with the unfamiliar sensations.

Merrie couldn't wait for her own.

The desire to look at Sama's tail and ass rose up. She let out a soft
moan of pleasure and decided that Sama needed to be woken up with a
blow-job. A week before, she would have thrown up at the idea of looking
at a woman's nether region so closely, but now it seemed like the
perfect way to wake Sama up. She grinned and crept over the last mound
of pillows.

She didn't need the gloves to remind herthat she couldn't use her hands.
Borias' words still sent a thrill through her. She reached out with her
head and pushed the pillow aside and bared the leather boots underneath.
Breathing softly and distinctly aware of the pleasure growing in her
sex, Merrie nuzzled her face up between Sama's legs. She pushed aside
pillows until she reached the curve of Sama's ass.

The last pillow fell aside and Merrie stopped to admire the tail. It
rested limply while Sama slept. The furry part ran along the line of
Sama's tight ass before dropping between her legs and covering her sex.

Merrie used her mouth to pick up the tail and push it aside. She felt it
twitch in her mouth before she set it aside. Looking down at the ass, it
felt strange not to see the dildo peeking out of the girl's rear. Merrie
used her nose to part Sama's ass cheeks, pulling them apart until her
lips caressed Sama's sphincter.

Sama trembled underneath her and lifted her hips slightly in response.

Merrie stared up at the tail that began to wag and enjoyed the play of
Sama's back muscles as it waved back and forth. She decided to encourage
it by darting out her tongue and circling around the wrinkled opening.

The tail wagged faster as Sama stretched out her legs. Merrie peeked up
to see Sama peering at her over her shoulder, a happy smile on her face.
Biting her lower lip, Sama put her head back on the pillow and lifted
her hips even more.

Merrie worked her mouth lower and drank in the heady smell of excitement
rising up. She nestled her body tighter against Sama and applied her
tongue against the girl's ass, working the tip into the clenching
opening and using her tongue like a tiny cock.

A moan rewarded her as Sama arched her back and pushed back against
Merrie's mouth. Merrie continued her assault against Sama's sphincter,
licking and probing until the hips rocked back and forth with growing
insistence. She tasted Sama's excitement and lapped the bitch from
clitoris to tail.

On the far side of the room, she knew that Bass was coming close to an
orgasm. She couldn -(TM)t tell from the wet slurping noises from the bed,
they were lazy, deep, and loud. Instead, the realization came from
inside her head. She knew because something told her. And the same
unknown source gave her something else: Sable was being playful. It was
strange but somehow she knew that the loud noises weren -(TM)t for only
pleasing Bass, but also a challenge. A race to see who could make their
lover come faster. Sable wasn -(TM)t just sucking on Bass -(TM) cock, she was
trying to make him come before Merrie could lick an orgasm out of Sama.

Merrie froze as she struggled with the new information. She couldn't
even imagine how she knew that Sable was racing, but the loud deliberate
noises were distinctive. As Merrie struggled with her thoughts, Sable
stopped abruptly.

Looking up, Merrie saw Sable looking at her, mouth full of cock. The
bitch gave her a wink, then grabbed Bass' cock with the severed ends of
her elbows and took his entire cock into her mouth. Her meaning was clear.

It was a race.

Merrie grinned and turned back to Sama's ass. She burrowed her face into
the soft pillows of flesh and sought out the wrinkled opening. She
breathed in the smell of pussy and sweat before she dove her tongue into
the opening.

Sama jerked at the touch, then moaned as Merrie lapped at her pussy.
Sama's tail smacked Merrie in the head as it thrashed in all directions.
It wasn't quite under Sama's control, but the rocking hips against her
face and the hot juices that coated Merrie's throat gave Merrie hope she
could still win.

As Merrie licked and slurped, she moved her gloved hand up to Sama's
pussy. Even through the leather, she could feel the heat of their
bodies. She rested the ridge right along her knuckles against Sama -(TM)s
slick pussy lips. At the same time, Merrie moved her mouth to focus only
on Sama -(TM)s asshole. As she probed the one opening with her tongue, her
knuckled fist pressed at the entrance of the other.

Sama let out a gasp and spread her legs, pulling her lips apart as
Merrie's fist circled the opening. Her pussy was soaked as she held her
hips completely off the ground to give Merrie access to her openings.

Merrie drove her fist into the velvet friction of Sama's pussy. After
four days of fucking, the cunt accepted the girth of her hand easily.
She reached the back of Sama's pussy, to where the hard nub marked the
entrance to her womb. Merrie pumped in and out as she used her tongue as
a tiny cock to work its way into Sama -(TM)s ass. It didn -(TM)t take long before
Sama started to come, but even as she felt Sama -(TM)s pussy clenching around
her fist, Merrie knew that Sable beat her by a heartbeat.

Bass let out a hard, guttural grunt. Merrie peeked over to see him
holding Sable's head down, thrusting up as cum poured out from the
corners of her mouth. It ran down her chin and throat before splashing
loudly on the blankets.

Merrie had to focus on Sama's orgasm, feeling the woman clenching around
her buried fist and squeezing her buttocks against Merrie's face. Her
tail snapped back and forth randomly, smacking the pillows and Merrie.
Sama shuddered twice, then slumped forward with a moan that ripped
through the room.

Pulling back, Merrie eased her glistening fist from Sama's cunt.
Slightly hazy juices dripped off the leather as she set it down on the
pillow. It left a smear on the fabric.

A thump caught Merrie's attention. Sable hit the ground and bounded over
to Merrie. Her cheeks were puffed out as she sidled right up against
Merrie, then kissed her.

Merrie opened her mouth to accept the kiss, then almost choked as Sable
pushed a mouthful of cum into hers. It was the taste of their master,
salty and musky. The smell of a man who dominated her. She let it roll
over her tongue before playfully pushing it back into Sable's mouth.

Sable pinned Merrie against the pillow, her curvy body belying her
playful domination. Her tongue worked the thick, hot cum back into
Merrie -(TM)s mouth.

They teased each other as they rolled his cum in their mouths, swirling
it around as little bits dripped down their throats. A few minutes
later, it was gone except for the salty taste that clung to her senses.

Merrie broke the kiss with a gasp. She saw a thick strand clinging to
Sable's face and licked it clean.

"Now that," chuckled Bass, "is how I like to wake up in the morning."

Sable spun around and planted her ass right next to Merrie. As she
brought her arms up to her throat, Merrie mimicked her position. A
moment later, Sama crawled to her knees on the other side of Merrie and
did the same.

Bass stood up and padded over to him. His yellowed gaze drifted to the
side to Licker. The teenage girl was still against the wall, but her
eyes were open as she watched the others. Merrie was sad to see a sullen
look on the girl's face. She desperately wanted Licker to enjoy her
position, or at least find some pleasure in her position. As far as
Merrie knew, Licker was the only one who still fought with tooth and
bound nails against their predicament.

"Come on, Licker. Right next to Sable."

Hesitantly, Licker pulled herself from the pillows. She moved with slow
movements, half crouching, as she crawled around the three posing girls
to sit down on the far side of Sable.

"Arms up," came the command, "you know how to beg."

When Licker finally obeyed, Bass gave an approving grin. "Good girls.
Now, what should we do today? Fuck you?"

Sable and Merrie barked at the same time. Sama joined in a moment later.

"Good girl, Sable, Cunt, and Tits."

Merrie shivered at the collar. It was still addictive and intoxicating
as the first time it hit her. Her charm clinked against the metal as she
realized she never came. It filled her from the inside, a hunger desire
to reach an orgasm curling through her thoughts.

"Good, because I'm in a good mood." His face brightened. "I know, how
about a picnic? Just a little fuck in the woods?"

Merrie barked but Sable suddenly surged out of place. She bounded over
to the armor in the corner and planted both elbows against it. It rang
out as it hit the wall. She barked twice, then spun around to beg again.

Bass watched her, then chuckled. "It is Rabiday, isn't it?"

An excited bark.

"All right, a picnic and a bit of exercise." He turned back to Merrie
and the new bitches. "Sounds like a plan. Licker's fuck will have to
wait after we go on a little walk... say, five kilometers or so?"

Merrie moaned with anticipation. The daily walks always ended with at
least one of the bitches being fucked. And with Sable there, no doubt
Merrie would have either one of her holes filled with her master -(TM)s cock
or be pinned to the ground with Sable humping her face. The knowledge
that she couldn -(TM)t say no to either of them added to the growing desire
pooling in her pussy.

She barked cheerfully.

==

Two hours later, Merrie crawled after their tiny pack. Sable bounded
along the dirt path ahead of them, her tail wagging as she bounced from
bush to tree. She stopped to squat and pee, before she ran up ahead to
crawl on a fallen log and wait for the others to catch up.

Bass followed after her, walking strongly and just at the limit of
Merrie's speed. He had two leads in his hand, one to Sama and the other
to Licker. Like Sable, Merrie was unattached but Merrie knew she
couldn -(TM)t run away even if she wanted to. She was his bitch, at least her
body was. As much as she surrendered her ass that unforgettable morning,
she didn -(TM)t quite feel that she surrendered her mind to him. There was an
uneasy feeling that she wasn -(TM)t ready to do so; Merrie wondered if the
random sensation of reaching out for him with her mind was somehow
related to her feeling that she wasn -(TM)t entirely his.

He stopped at a ridge of ragged stones. Setting down his short sword and
a basket with lunch, he reached down and picked up Licker. His fingers
slid into her pussy as he held her breasts with his other hand.
Tenderly, he lifted her over the ridge and set her down. Before he
released her, he pumped a few times into her pussy and whispered  -œgood
girl. -

As he did the same for Sama, Merrie rushed over and begged to be third.
She didn -(TM)t have a lead, but she still moaned as he reached down and
grabbed her pussy with his large hand. His middle finger circled around
her butt plug before sliding deep into her slick pussy.

Merrie trembled with the feeling, almost coming on the thick digit. He
grabbed her by her breasts, his hand stretching across her chest. She
leaned into him as he picked her up, cradling her against his chest and
setting her down on the far side.

She whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, but he added a second and
third before jamming it back into her cunt. She let out a gasp, not
quite coming, and then slumped as he withdrew his glistening fingers.

 -œGood girl. - She let out a soft, happy whine at the thrum of the collar.
The magical pleasure added to the growing desire to orgasm that still
pooled in her belly. She had been awake for hours and it was quickly
becoming the longest she -(TM)s gone without an orgasm in days.

He picked up the basket and his sword. As he walked by, she could smell
of roasted meat and fresh bread drifting from the picnic. Her stomach
rumbled and she bounded after him, ready to eat and get fucked.

They caught up to Sable at a fork in the path. One route curled back
toward the mill. It was well used and showed signs of years of travel.
The other was rougher and overgrown. It also headed away from the mill,
toward the wilds that surrounded them.

Right at the fork were two white stakes in the ground. On their walks,
Merrie saw hundreds of them scattered randomly around, but Bass never
got close enough for Merrie to discere their purpose. As they drew
close, she saw there was writing on each stake. The first said, "Gaping
Pussy, 3/771-782." She recognized the date, year 771 of the third age;
the stake was dated twelve years before. The second part was the day of
year. The day Merrie was kidnapped was 762, the end of summer, which
meant today was 767. She peered at the second stake which was much newer
than the first: "Titty Fuck, 3/781-795". Merrie felt a tingle as she
realized that the stake was just over a year old. Something had happened
there and Merrie didn -(TM)t know if she wanted to find out what.

Bass stopped at the fork.  -œI guess we went a little further than I
planned. Well, the pond is another two kilometer away. Good thing I
brought enough for all of us. - He chuckled and started down Titty Fuck -(TM)s
stake. A flash of sadness crossed his face, but it was gone in an
instant. He spoke in a terse voice,  -œThose are Tabitha -(TM)s. Don -(TM)t worry
about them. Come on, I -(TM)m hungry. -

Without another word, he started down the well-used path.

Merrie went to follow, but Sable stood in front of her. Merrie frowned
and sat down with the need to wait.

Sable spun around and assumed the begging position. She barked once.

Bass stopped.  -œSable? -

Sable gestured with her head toward Merrie, then the other path.

 -œThat way is another couple hours, Sab. I don -(TM)t think Licker and Sama
can -(TM)t... -

Sable repeated her gesture. She nodded to Merrie, then herself, then the
path.

His mouth opened as realization dawned across his face.  -œYeah, go ahead
and take her. We -(TM)ll be at the pond for a few hours. Be back before, - he
grunted,  -œsay midday sun? -

Sable panted with her sloppy smile. She wiggled her ass--the tail
smacked Merrie -(TM)s shoulder--and then barked three times. Spinning on her
rear, she returned to crawling and butted Merrie with her head.

Confused, Merrie got on her hands and knees. She didn -(TM)t know where to go
until Sable reached up, grabbed Merrie -(TM)s dog ear with her teeth, and
tugged her down the less-used path. Merrie thought about resisting, then
decided that Sable was doing something significant. She relented and let
Sable direct her along the harder path.

As soon as Merrie stopped resisting, Sable released Merrie -(TM)s hair and
bounded forward. Even with her cut-off elbows and knees, she was very
agile as they crawled over the rough, torn ground. Merrie, with her
gloves and boots forcing her on her hands and knees, wondered what it
would be like if she was cropped. The thought of being amputated sent a
shiver down her spine and she paused to fight the flush that filled her.

Sable barked impatiently and continued along.

Merrie hurried to catch up, but Sable just accelerated. A few minutes
later, Merrie was struggling to keep up with Sable who remained just out
of reach. Compared to the leisurely walks with Bass, Sable was heading
directly for something and Merrie didn -(TM)t know where.

A half hour later, Merrie considered turning around once again. She
struggled to crawl over a log that fell across the path. Her
sweat-slicked skin reminded her of the first walk they were on. But,
there was no compassionate master driving her. Just an urge to keep
following Sable, to the end of the earth if needed.

As she hurried along the path, the dildo swirling around in her ass
refused to let the passion boiling in her guts subside. Instead, the
hurried rush only added to the desperate need to orgasm. She wondered if
Sable would mind her stopping to masturbate, or if she would have to
wrestle and win against Sable to find relief. She smiled at the idea of
beating Sable, though she didn -(TM)t think she would ever win if Sable
didn -(TM)t surrender. Her ass clenched around the butt plug and she tried
not to think about Bass -(TM) cock driving deep into her willing asshole.

The path faded away but Sable didn -(TM)t stop. Instead, she kept on walking
through the underbrush. Her naked body disappeared quickly in the
shadows and Merrie had trouble keeping track of even Sable -(TM)s dark tail.
She followed after. As branches scraped her, she winced. Then, as she
tried to get through a dense prickle bush, she felt her tail catch on
branches. She came to a stop as it threatened to rip out of her and let
out a whine.

Sable stopped and sat down to look at her. There was an expectant look
on her face as she gestured for Merrie to follow.

Merrie didn -(TM)t think she could move. She was helpless and caught, pinned
by the dildo in her ass. Carefully, she squeezed down on her ass and
pulled. The butt plug started to slid out and she relaxed.

Sable barked and gestured again.

Merrie took a deep breath, squeezed her ass as tight as possible, and
surged forward. Despite her best effort, she felt the dildo slid out and
she let out a sob as she broke free of the bush. Turning around, she saw
her fake tail swinging back and forth on the branch. Her first thought
was that Bass would punish her, then second was the hope that she would
get her own tail so she wouldn -(TM)t have worry about that.

Fighting back sudden tears, she reached out and grabbed the dildo with
her mouth. It was still warm from her ass. It was also as clean as the
day Rendi shoved it inside. She yanked it free from the bush and crawled
to Sable. As she crawled closer, she realized that Bass wasn -(TM)t there,
she could have just grabbed it with her gloved hands but used her mouth
instead.

Sable grinned broadly. She wiggled her tail.

(Good girl.)

Merrie froze as a strange, but clear, voice drifted through her mind. It
was a woman -(TM)s voice, smooth and husky as a glass of single-malt scotch,
but definitely female. But, Sable -(TM)s mouth didn -(TM)t move and there was no
way that either bitch had spoken. Merrie -(TM)s mouth opened and the dildo
tumbled out as she stared in shock.

Sable panted and reached down to pick up the butt plug by its base.
Trotting around, she positioned it back against Merrie -(TM)s sphincter and
pushed.

Merrie, her mind still focused on the foreign thought, let out a gasp
and lowered her body into a present position to brace herself. The dildo
was pushed into her body, the well-fucked rectum taking it smoothly
until it settled into place.

Sable gave her a long lick, which did nothing to help the ache inside
her, before headed back along the invisible path.

Feeling unbalanced, Merrie wiggled her ass to get used to the familiar
intruder, then hurried after the alpha bitch.

A few minutes later, they came up to a fence cutting through the woods.
It was old and weather-beaten. Where she could see the gray wood
underneath the peeling paint, it was splintered and rotted. It wouldn -(TM)t
stop anyone, but it distinctly identified something Merrie never thought
she would see.

It was the edge of the Puppy Mill.

A simple rotted fence marked the gateway to freedom. Beyond it, Merrie
would no longer be Bass -(TM) bitch. She would be a free woman. Running for
her life, but free. Merrie froze in mid-step as she stared at the fence.
The part of her that wanted to run was only a small one, the rest of it
had surrendered to Bass. She didn -(TM)t want to leave her master, ever. She
wanted to be his bitch for the rest of her life if she could manage it.

Sable continued to the fence and crawled through her. Her large breasts
scraped along the wood as she struggled with her efforts, then she hit
the ground with a thud on the far side. Turning around, she gestured for
Merrie to follow.

Merrie felt the tears burning her eyes. She shook her head and took a
step back.

Sable rested her elbows on the bottom of the fence, her eyes filled with
compassion. She gestured with her head to her right. When Merrie didn -(TM)t
move, she repeated the gesture and Merrie felt the urge to look.

Merrie crawled over, stopping centimeters away from the fence and peered
through the slats. Beyond the fence, in a small clearing, was a single
white stake. Painted bright white, it looked completely out of place in
the middle of a natural area. With a start, Merrie thought back to the
last stake she saw, at the fork in the path. They were at least a half
kilometer away and she had forgotten it.

Sable repeated her pointing gesture again, then pushed herself off the
fence to crawl toward the stake.

After a moment -(TM)s hesitation, Merrie crawled through the fence. As soon
as she passed the fence, she felt an unfamiliar tingle course up her
spine. It came with a sense of loss and she wondered if she had done
something terribly wrong. Fighting back tears, she rushed to catch up
with Sable. As they got closer, Merrie strained to read the words on the
stake.

"Fuck Balls" was the name and a date from eight years before.

Merrie sat down and gestured to Sable, trying to ask if Sable was the
one on the name.

Sable shook her head and circled around the stick. She sat down and
stared at the far side.

Merrie followed suit to peer around on the other side where someone
added a new name to the marker: Dixie. She knew that Dixie and Sable
were both kidnapped like herself, but to see the name brought it into
stark reality. Something happened to Dixie right there, the same thing
that happened to all the other bitches. Merrie struggle with the purpose
of the stake, it was right on the tip of her tongue but her mind refuse
to focus on it.

Sable padded over and kissed Merrie. It was a soft but forceful kiss.
Then, Sable headed back the way she came.

Merrie stared at the post for a moment, then followed Sable. As she
passed through the fence, she felt the same tingle coursing up her
spine. Curious, she backed through the fence and felt the tingle as a
line of force right through the middle of the fence. She held herself
there, rocking back and forth as she tried to explore the strange
sensation. She couldn -(TM)t see it, but she could picture an invisible ward
surrounding the mill.

Sable barked with a wry grin on her face.

Blushing, Merrie finished crawling through the fence and bounded after
Sable. Together, they headed back toward the mill. Merrie paid attention
to their route so she could find Dixie -(TM)s stake again.

**

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