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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 16: The Escape
by t'Sade

With a taste of freedom, Merrie was never expecting another bitch to
make a run for it.

(nosex)

**

Sable brought them along a different route through the woods, but Merrie
trusted her with her life. It felt good crawling along the ground next
to Sable; she could almost picture herself as a dog in a pack, a bitch
just like Sable. She smiled at the thought and just enjoyed the feel of
the soft, moist earth underneath her hands and knees. It didn't take
long, maybe thirty minutes, before she came over a hill and she saw Bass
by the pond.

Her master was lying on the grass, sprawled out and looking relaxed. He
had one arm around each of the bitches, hold them loosely to his dark
gray chest. As Sable and Merrie drew closer, Merrie caught sight of
Sama -(TM)s gaping asshole still leaking globs of fresh cum. It pooled in the
ground underneath her, streaking the green grass with white streaks. On
the other side, Licker was facing away from Bass and had both hands
pinned between her legs. Her gloved fists were pressed up against her
pussy, but more cum oozed out from between her bound fingers and soaked
the ground underneath her.

Merrie wanted to be them at that moment and clenched her own openings
with hopeful anticipation.

Sable rushed forward with a bark and Bass glanced up at her. She threw
herself into him.

Sama and Licker rolled free as he grabbed Sable and flipped the bitch on
her back. Sable held herself still, her throat bared as she looked at
Bass with smoldering eyes. With deliberate movements, Sable thrust her
breasts up toward him.

Bass chuckled. "And where did you two go? She didn't try to run, did she?"

Sable shook her head and licked Bass' nose.

He looked at Merrie and smiled. "Good girls."

Sable moaned and wiggled her body. The short stumps of her arms and legs
quivered as she arched her back. He lowered his head and caught her
nipple in his mouth, nibbling on it before tugging it between his lips.
The large breast was pulled up by the nipple before it slipped from his
lips with a snap. She let out a soft moan and spread her legs. Her hips
rocked up toward Bass in a unmistakable request.

Bass grinned and nipped her nose. He whispered softly, but Merrie could
hear him. "Not now, love. I need to work out. You never know if someone
is going to attack the mill again. Then," he chuckled, "I -(TM)ll fuck you in
the water to cool down." Bass stood up. "All right, I need to do this.
Keep an eye on the bitches, okay?"

Sable barked again. She crawled to her knees before she bounded over to
Merrie. She was obviously excited as she circled around Merrie twice,
then sat down heavily with a sloppy grin on her face.

They watched as Bass headed to his sword. His cock swung as he plucked
his sword from the ground and strapped the sheath around his naked
waist. It looks strange to see him wearing nothing but the white sheath
and the hilt sticking out in front of him. His gray skin was dark in the
sunlight as he walked a dozen meters into a section with low grasses.

Bass sank down to kneel in the center. He closed his eyes and
straightened his back. He brought his hands into a praying position.
Soft words rumbled in his throat, but Merrie couldn -(TM)t hear them from her
distance. As he prayed, Merrie focus on him with all her attention. The
world seemed to collapsed around her, growing dark with her attention.
She stopped noticing the grass underneath her, the trees blowing in the
wind, and even the sun above her. The fields grew dark and then faded
away until the only thing she saw was her master.

Her heart thumped as she admired him. Bass was her kidnapper and his
rapist, but Merrie loved him with all her heart. She hungered for his
compassion and his tenderness. She loved him with all her heart when he
was gentle just as much as when he fucked her with all his might. She
didn't want to think about being sold or taken away from her precious
thriban master.

She already surrendered her mind and body to him. He woke up the
submissive inside her but she still couldn't shake the feeling that she
could give even more to Bass. More than just wet holes to fuck and a
willing body to submit to his will. There was something far more intense
than being trained and humiliating herself as a bitch for him. There was
some part of her that just needed to be given, surrendered. It just
needed her to reach out with her mind and--

Pain exploded across her senses. The world exploded into a bright light
as she grabbed her shoulder and smacked Sable instead. Gasping, she
looked down to see Sable -(TM)s teeth clamped down in the flesh, deep enough
that blood welled up from the bright teeth visible beneath her pulled
back lips.

Merrie stared in shock. Sable had just bitten her.

Sable released her grip on Merrie's shoulder but continues to snarl as
she pulled back. A growl, deep and threatening, rumbled in the curvy
woman's chest. She stepped back before she purposefully moved between
Merrie and Bass. There was a determined look on Sable's face as she
glared at Merrie.

Merrie couldn't understand what happened. One moment, Sable was bouncing
happily next to her and the next she was snarling at Merrie. Fear rose
inside Merrie but her collar prevented it from consuming her thoughts.
At the same time, she felt an intense feeling of being rejected. She was
being pushed away from Bass and there was only one person between her
and her master. Sable was pushing her back, with a snarl and somehow
projecting her thoughts.

It wasn't a physical rejection, but the force of it made it hard for
Merrie to breathe. The emotions were intense and brutal, untouched by
the magic of her collar. Tears burned at her eyes as she tried to call
out to Bass, to beg him to explain what was going on. She reached out
with her gloved paw, her helpless fingers bound tightly to her palm. She
couldn't talk but she desperately wanted him to look at her, to see what
Sable was doing.

Merrie's mute actions infuriated Sable even more. The curvy bitch surged
forward, mouth open as she growled. Her teeth looked suddenly sharp,
like a dog -(TM)s.

Merrie let out a shriek and flung herself away.

Sable -(TM)s teeth clamped down on Merrie -(TM)s right breast and a burst of pain
exploded from the soft, delicate flesh. Teeth dug in deep, and then
Sable flipped Merrie on her back.

As soon as Merrie hit the ground, Sable released her and crawled on top.
Sable's weight crushed her as Sable lowered her head until they were
centimeters apart. The growl continued, vibrating Sable's body and
shaking through Merrie's skin. Their eyes matched and Merrie found
herself staring into the crystalline brown of Sable's hard gaze.

Sable was threatening her, but Merrie didn't realzie the full impact
until she felt it sliding into her thoughts, driving away everything but
the sharp realization that if she kept reaching for Bass, Sable would
kill her. The images in her mind were intense, as if she was actually
performing it. She could feel Sable's teethmarks still on her breasts
but the images forming in her head showed a far more terrifying fate, of
Sable somehow turning into a beast and savaging Merrie. She could
imagine the pain of being torn to pieces of the formerly adorable bitch.

Merrie tried to look away, but her eyes were locked into Sable's gaze.
She was forced to live through the projected threat. Her body jerked
with the imagined attacks and she could feel imaginary blood pouring out
of her phantom injuries. As the mental Sable attacked, Merrie felt the
fear burst through the protection of the collar and flash through her
mind. She tried to scream as the pressure built up, then she lost control.

She felt her bladder releasing and hot urine poured out from between her
legs. It coated in the insides of her thighs and soaked into the ground
below her thighs. It was humiliating, losing control from an imagined
threat.

Sable, on the other hand, seemed to relax as the scent of Merrie's fear
rose up. She crawled off Merrie but didn't relax. Her body was tense,
vibrating, as she regarded Merrie with hard eyes.

Merrie inched away from the puddle of warm liquid and crawled to her
feet. She was disgusted by the pee that clung to her skin and tried to
shake it off but failed. She kept her body low and tried not to breathe
in the scent of her surrender. Shame burned her cheeks as she stared at
Sable, trying to understand what had just happened.

Behind Sable, Merrie could see Bass still working out. He didn't act as
if he saw Sable and Merrie facing off. Merrie wanted to go to him, to
hide behind him.

As if reading her thoughts, Sable shook her head sharply and growled again.

Whimpering, Merrie took a step back.

Sable nodded and gestured for Merrie to keep crawling away.

Merrie stared in shock, still struggling with what happen, but one thing
was clear. Sable wanted her away from Bass. Merrie felt the sharp pain
of rejection in her gut. It was completely different than anything she
encountered at the mill and it stunned her. Something had changed,
something in the hour since Sable trusted her enough to go to the very
edge of the mill and back.

She turned away from Bass and Sable. Her mind spinning, she decided to
snuggle up to Licker and Sama. Looking around, she saw Sama still
sleeping on the ground, but the black-haired teenager was gone. Curious,
she crawled toward Sama.

Sama was sleeping with a content smile on her lips. Her hair was still
bound in the dog ears, but a few strands stuck out and clung to her
face. Along her pussy lips, still swollen and a rosy pink, Bass' cum
dried in the summer sun. The ridge of Sama's fist rested against her
pussy as she slept half-curled up in the longer grasses.

Merrie gave Sama a kiss on the cheek. She straightened up and looked
around for Licker. But, when a metallic bang shot through the air, she
spun around to look at Bass and Sable.

Bass stood at the end of a kata maneuver, holding his sword straight
out. His formerly naked body had a piece of shiny armor wrapped around
his upper arm. As she watched, he spun around and brought the point a
decimeter from the ground, the air grew hazy and two plates of armor
appeared around his forearm. In a split second, they slammed into place
with a metallic crash and the armor sealed around his arm.

He swung his sword around and let out a commanding bellow. As he came to
a halt, more pieces of armor appeared around his other arm and slammed
into place. The squeal of metal ripped through the air as it settled
into place.

With a start, Merrie recognized the armor as the set from the bedroom.
She didn't know Bass could summon it, but then she heard of paladins and
other warriors who could equip their items with summoning magic. In her
life before the mill, she never encountered any of the mystical
warriors. Actually, when she thought about it, the adventures and
fighters she read about in the weekly sheets were just like actors and
royalty, people she heard about but never thought she would ever meet.

Bass took a step and threw open his arms. The breast and back plate
appeared and crashed into his hairy chest. His entire body shook from
the impact as they sealed into place. The burned out, blackened symbol
was almost painful against the brilliantly polished armor. He stepped
forward and more pieces of his armor slammed into place.

Merrie felt a flash of something as the leg plates began to appear. It
was just on the corner of her eye and when she looked, she couldn't see
it. Then, Bass finished another maneuver and more armor slammed into
place. Just as the armor sealed around him, there was a flash of light
that coursed between Bass and Sable. The next time Bass moved, Merrie
was watching as she saw a flash of a connection form briefly between the
two. The more armor Bass summoned, the more solid the connection formed
until it became obvious what it was.

A leash.

There was a mystical leash between Bass and Sable. It was haze around
Bass, but it seemed to go from his heart to Sable's; the translucent
line of energy disappeared right between her two large breasts. Merrie
took a step forward, then stopped to avoid antagonizing Sable. She held
herself still as she stared in surprise.

Bass grunted loudly and jumped straight up. His powerful legs carried
him a few meters off the ground before he swung his sword in an overhead
slash. He hit the ground and the dust exploded around him.

As the leash flashed, Sable shuddered just like when she came. The line
was steadier, almost physical expect where it flowed through Bass' body
with his movements. He continued to work, not reacting to the leash as
it sailed through his skin. He swung his sword at neck high and a wave
of force blasted out of the blade to cut through the grasses a dozen
meters away. At the same time, the connection flared once again and
Sable squirmed as she inhaled sharply.

Merrie felt a longing as she regarded the connection. It was something
beyond Sable surrendering her body, or even obeying without question. It
seemed like a mystical representation of the closeness between Sable and
Bass; the bitch seemed to know exactly what her master wanted, did
whatever he needed, and was just as natural to him as his wonderful
cock. Sable was a lover, a friend, and a whore all in one package.
Merrie didn't know if the connection was why they were so close or just
a result. All she knew is that she desperately wanted the same thing
with Bass.

Her realization came into focus. Merrie was struggling with the need to
surrender herself to Bass, to give more than her body, more than her
mind. She ached to be more than holes for him to fuck and a bitch to
order around. She wanted to give him that connection, to truly and
utterly give up her heart and soul to the man.

Now that she knew what she craved, she had to find a way. Her gaze
focused on Sable. The bitch was squirming back and forth, rocking her
pussy against the ground as Bass continued to work out. She seemed to be
in rapt fascination with every movement of his sweat-slicked body.
Merrie could almost picture the lust in Sable's eyes.

Merrie didn't want to interrupt their time together. She felt sad that
she couldn't lust after Bass in the same way, but she didn't understand
why Sable reacted so poorly. With a sigh, she turned away again. Sooner
or later, she and Sable would figure it out.

Even though it hurt to leave, she decided to find Licker. She looked
across the fields and crawled toward the nearest grass, expecting to
find Licker cowering in the sun. But, there was no teenager hiding in
the grass, or behind the rocks. Merrie felt a prickle of worry and
wondered if some terrible beast would attack with Bass so close.

She caught a flash of movement on the opposite side of the pond.
Crawling up on the rock, she perched herself on the top and peered
across the waters. She saw Licker on the far side, moving violently
against another pile of rocks that jutted out of the ground. Curious,
Merrie crawled down and headed toward the teenager.

Licker was kneeling against a rock, rubbing a rough edge against the
laces of her glove. Almost all of the strands were frayed as she
whimpered with her own desperation. The collar bounced around her neck
as her entire body shook from her frantic movements. With a snap, the
laces gave and Licker clawed at the glove to peel it off. She spun
around as she started on the second glove, then froze as she caught
sight of Merrie.

Merrie paused in mid-crawl, staring up at Licker in stunned shock. She
was expecting to find Licker cowering and wanted to tease her into an
orgasm, she wasn't expecting to find the teenager trying to run away. As
she stood there, she didn't blame Licker for trying. Being kidnapped,
raped, and forced into sexual slavery wasn't for everyone. It was the
right thing for Merrie, but Merrie was different, much like Sable and
Dixie were different than all the bitches.

When Merrie didn't movie, Licker started on her other glove. Her fingers
pulled out the laces and tore open the leather glove. She let out a gasp
of breath as she peeled off the leather and tossed it into the pond.

To Merrie, Licker looked more naked than she had ever seen the girl.
Bass took off their gloves and boots every night for their bath, but it
didn't have the stark contrast of seeing Licker free of bondage in the
middle of the field. It felt wrong to Merrie, but she didn't know if it
was because she had already given herself up to her new life.

Licker frowned and crawled over to Merrie; she still had her boots which
prevented her from walking. As she drew close to Merrie, Merrie held her
breath, but Licker surprised her by reaching out and grabbing Merrie's
right hand. She started untying the laces before Merrie could respond.

Merrie froze in shock, staring down at the delicate fingers that removed
her own bondage from her slack arm. It was a tender, compassionate
maneuver and something Merrie didn't expect. She didn't want to be free,
but she couldn't find the words or the energy to stop Licker from
peeling off one glove and the other. As her fingers came free, Merrie
stared at them as she tried to stretch out her hand. She worked one
finger at a time, peeling it off her palm and watching as she trembled
with the now unfamiliar sensations of her digits.

Licker finished Merrie's second glove, then made a grunting noise. When
Merrie looked up, she gestured to Merrie's boots before working at her
own. It only took seconds before Licker was yanking off the second boot
and tossing it into the pond. She looked happy as she regarded her bare
feet and Merrie realized that Licker had a beautiful smile.

Merrie thought about running away with Licker. She knew where the fence
was and how to get there. It would be a fast run. She glanced over her
shoulder across the pond where Bass and Sable were still lose in their
own tiny world. It would be so easy.

But, Merrie didn't want to leave. She loved being a slave, being fucked,
being owned. It was right for her and something she never wanted to
leave. If she escaped, she may never find anyone as compassionate as
Bass, kind as Borias, and even as playfully violent as Tabitha. She was
happy at the mill. Even with Sable's recent attack, Merrie loved Sable
just as much as a sister. They were a pack together, or as close as
Merrie could be in their pack without being an alpha.

An epiphany blossomed in her mind at the thought. After five days at the
mill, Merrie was familiar with the random sensations of being able to
reach out from her body, a desperate urge to somehow grab Bass and hold
him tight. It scared her at first, but the intensity reminded her of
Sable's connection to the thriban. She could almost picture herself
throwing out a rope in attempts to surrender more than her mind and body
to Bass. The tingling wasn't just love and passion and surrender, it was
an instinctive desire to bind herself to Bass.

She could only imagine two bitches who were so close to their masters
that they would do anything: Sable and Dixie. Both were alphas at the
mill. Both were utterly close to their masters, Bass and Tabitha.

Only alphas to bind to their masters.

And she could bind herself to one.

There was only one explanation.

She was an alpha.

Merrie felt sudden tears burning her eyes. She wiped them from her face
just as Licker pulled off her other boot. Looking down at her suddenly
bare feet, Merrie knew she couldn't leave. Now not, not ever. She rested
her hand on Licker.

When the teenage girl looked up in confusion, Merrie shook her head. She
mouthed the words, "I have to stay."

Licker whimpered. She was frustrated and desperate. She grabbed Merrie's
bare hand and tugged Merrie to her feet.

Merrie swayed from the unfamiliar sensation of standing up. She wanted
to drop back to her knees, to surrender.

Tugging on her hand, Licker tried to pull her along, to encourage her to
run just like herself. The girl was desperate for freedom and it hurt
Merrie to look into her brown eyes and see the desperation.

"Please?" mouthed Licker, unable to talk with the collar still around
her neck, "I have to go."

In that moment, Merrie made a decision. She grabbed Licker's hand, then
pointed in the direction of Dixie's stake. It was the closest spot to
freedom and Licker's only chance. Merrie needed to stay, but if the
teenager could escape, then both of them could be happy.

Licker gasped, then kissed Merrie on the cheek. She spun on her heels
and stumbled toward freedom.

Merrie watched as Licker sprinted across the fields, then disappeared
into the trees. Even as she hoped Licker would make it, she somehow knew
that Licker would be caught if she didn't do anything. Her heart
quickening, Merrie dropped to the ground and grabbed her boots. Fumbling
with the leather, she pulled them on as she tried to figure out how to help.

A memory swelled up in her mind. It was the feeling of rejection that
morning when Sable wanted to be alone with Bass. There were other times
when new emotions would drift through her thoughts but they weren't her
own. They always came around Sable and Dixie. Merrie wondered if she
could do the same thing, if the ability to project was part of being an
alpha. If she could, then maybe she could distract Sable long enough for
Licker to escape.

As she struggled to pull on her boot, she watched across the pond for
signs of Sable looking away from Bass.

Sable watched Bass with rapt fasciation as he ran through his weapon
maneuvers. There were flashes of power as he started to dismiss his
armor, piece by piece. It was beautiful, even from a distance, to watch
as his powerful form was revealed.

Then, the moment Merrie was waiting for. Sable cocked her head and
looked around. Merrie could almost feel a growing concern radiating from
the bitch, even across the pond. Desperate to help Licker, she tried to
project her thoughts. At first, it was just her mind echoing inside her
skull for a moment, but then she felt a sensation of pushing out from
her body. It was like trying to pull Bass closer, but instead she was
radiating the storm of emotions inside her. She stopped instantly,
feeling elated and knowing she needed to distract Sable. She wondered if
she should pretend to be afraid or some other emotion, but settled back
on confusion. It was an honest emotion at least. And being honest to
Sable was important, even if she was distracting her.

Hands resting on the laces of her boot, she closed her eyes and pushed
out with her thoughts. She could feel it blossom out of her body, like
ripples in a pond. It spread out in all directions but she couldn't feel
it after it left her mind. It was like screaming into the night and
being unable to hear her own breathing.

Then, she felt a response. An intense wave of concern that splashed
against her as she got the image of Sable spinning on her rear, then
rushing toward her. Peeking up, she was surprised to see Sable bounding
around the pond toward her.

Merrie realized she was not wearing her gloves and boots. Berating
herself for not dressing first, she grabbed the second boot and jammed
it on her foot. Her big toe cracked from the impact but she twisted the
boot until her foot slid into place. She heard and felt Sable growing
closer and redoubled her efforts to get her boots laced into place.

(Pack sister,) came a thought. It was the woman's voice from before,
filled with smoke and whiskey.

Looking up, Merrie saw Sable come to a halt next to her. The bitch was
not smiling, but neither was she angry. Instead, there was a cloud of
sadness that surrounded her as she looked down at Merrie's bare hands
and the open laces on her boots.

Merrie whimpered as she struggled with the boots. Her fingers refused to
move and she felt clumsy with an audience. Her fingertips scraped
against the boots. She stopped as she stared at the boots. There was no
way she could put on the boots without help. She lifted her gaze to
Sable who watched with sadness.

Then, a frown ghosted across Sable's face. She lifted her head and
peered around her. Merrie knew she was looking for Licker. When Sable's
gaze returned to Merrie, it was Merrie's turn to look sad.

To Merrie's surprise, Sable gave an understanding nod. She blinked as a
wave of power radiated away from her, following the translucent
connection between her and Bass. With the distance, Merrie could almost
see the pulse sailing across the water before it struck Bass.

Bass looked up sharply and even from across the pond, Merrie could see a
look of concern on his face. "Licker?" His voice carried out over the
water. Moving sharply, he ran to the same rock Merrie perched herself on
and crawled to the top. He shaded his eyes as he looked around. "Ass
Licker!?"

Merrie shuddered at the sound of his voice. Tears burned in her eyes as
she prayed Licker would make it. Looking down at her bare hands, she
wondered how Bass would punish her.

Sable rested the end of her elbow on Merrie's palm. Merrie looked up as
bitch inched closer. Then, Sable stepped into Merrie, crawling up her
and pinning her to the ground. It wasn't the violent attack from before,
or the playful tackle, but an irresistible force as Sable planted her
breasts along Merrie's and drew herself close to rub their cheeks
together. Merrie could feel Sable's breath on her ear as Sable wiggled
closer. Then, Sable's lips brushed against Merrie's earlobe.

"I love you, sister," it was Sable speaking in the same voice Merrie
heard in her head, but Sable's voice was rough with disuse, "but I can't
let you bind to my master."

Merrie froze, her mouth open with surprise. Sable's voice echoed in her
thoughts.

"You must remain a beta until you are sold. Please, sister, don't make
my mistakes. Don't bind yourself, please?"

There was an intense sorrow that came with her words. It was a shadow
that hung over Sable, something terrible that happened that Sable
couldn't describe. Along with it came understanding of a new word, beta.
It took her a moment to figure out what Sable meant: an alpha without a
master.

What Sable asked Merrie struck deep. Sable didn't want Merrie to bind
with Bass, Borias, or anyone else at the mill. She wanted Merrie to be
alone, terribly alone, until she was sold to the highest bidder. And
that bidder would end up being her master, one way or the other. The
idea of a complete stranger being her one and only sent a pang of fear
and jealousy coursing through her mind. She could never have Bass. She
would never truly enjoy submitting to him, not the way Sable gave
herself. No matter how much she loved Bass, he would never be her master.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks. She mouthed the words, not caring of
Sable corrected her. "Why? Why not?" She was devastated as despair
filled her.

Sable kissed her and her own eyes sparkled with tears.

Merrie repeated herself, lips moving against Sable's.

"Because it would kill him."

The words ran true, said with Sable's mind and body. Merrie didn't
understand, but she could feel Sable's conviction in the words. She
wanted to ask more questions, but Bass came crashing through the grasses
and Sable scrambled off Merrie. She sat down next to Merrie who
struggled to get into a begging position. Merrie didn't know if it would
help, but begging for forgiveness seemed like the right thing to do.

Bass stopped as he came into view. He was still naked except for the
sword in his hand. He looked worried until he focused on Merrie, then
relief flooded his face. He let out a long, shuddering breath. "You
didn't run, Cunt. I was afraid-" He stopped himself with a stricken
look. Then, he sat down heavily on the ground. "Licker is gone, isn't she?"

There was no denying it. Merrie gave a hesitant bark.

He let out a groan and pulled out a whistle from the side of his sheath.
"I haven -(TM)t had to do this in years." He blew on the whistle, but no
noise came out. After a moment, he blew three more times, then once
more. Replacing it, he stared at Sable and Merrie and let out a long,
depressed sigh.

"Come on, Cunt, let me fix those boots."

Surprised, Merrie obeyed. She crawled into his lap and nestled her rear
into the space between his thighs. She was terrified and comforted at
the same time.

He reached around her and began to untie her laces, just like he did
every night for their bath. "You know, I have to punish you for this."

Merrie shivered and let out a whimpering bark.

"One for every glove and boot you took off-"

Merrie closed her eyes. She knew that it would be a real punishment
instead of an excuse to fuck her.

"-and one for letting Licker run away."

She didn't regret helping Licker. It was the right thing to do for the
girl and the worst thing she could do for herself. But, it felt right
taking the brunt of Bass' punishment. She only hoped Licker would make
it to the edge of the mill.

"Tonight, you get the cage. No fucking, no orgasms, no fun. And you get
your cum from the bowl."

She shivered at the angry and disappointed words. It was a punishment
for her now, to go without an orgasm for the night. But, she deserved it
and would accept it. She could have stopped Licker if she wanted to.

"And you, Sable-"

Sable lifted her head and there was a sad look on her face.

"-will spend the next six days with Grange. He needs help with keeping
his bitches in line and maybe you can temper his beatings a bit."

Sable whimpered and began to beg.

Bass shook his head and his arms tightened around Merrie. "I know, but
you didn't do your job. And you know what is going to happen to her now,
don't you?"

Sable lowered her head and barked softly.

Bass reached out and stroked her head, his large hand covering both of
her dog ears. At the same time, he reached one hand around Merrie to
hold her breasts and pull her tight to his chest. His cock twitched with
the movement and he planted a single kiss right at junction of Merrie's
neck and shoulders. "I love both of you, but there are rules."

"You," announced Tabitha as she squatted down next to Bass, "are pathetic."

Tabitha was smiling broadly, like a cat who just ate a mouse. She was
just as naked as Bass. She had a familiar white stake in her hand,
unlettered, but otherwise was completely unarmed.

Bass didn -(TM)t look at her. Instead, he focused on reworking the laces on
Merrie -(TM)s boots. "Just get her, Tabitha."

"Which one?"

"Ass Licker. The teenager."

Tabitha used her finger to start writing the name on the stake using a
fingernail. The paint peeled from her touch as she carved Licker -(TM)s name
and the date on the side of the stick.

Merrie felt a presence next to her and looked over to see Dixie on Bass -(TM)
other side. The tiny silfae -(TM)s cock was a full mast, but it looked like a
little boy -(TM)s shaft. Merrie wondered why he was so excited.

"There we go," giggled Tabitha. "The first marker of the season. I love
the smell of fresh meat in the morning... afternoon." She leaned over to
Bass, "Don't you?"

"Drop it," grumbled Bass as he struggled with Merrie -(TM)s laces.

"I can -(TM)t believe that the mighty and compassionate master had somehow
not charmed a bitch into raising her tail every time he rubbed his cock."

"Tabitha..."

"No, no," chuckled Tabitha, "I want to enjoy this a little bit more. I
mean, I didn't think this was possible for you to lose a girl. You are
so sickly sweet that they cream just seeing you come in the room. And
you, the mighty Bassimar Sarmo, actually lost a bitch with Sable next to
him!."

"Tabitha!" The lace in Bass -(TM) hands snapped and Merrie whimpered at the
feeling of being trapped between his powerful arms.

Tabitha stopped, a brief glare storming across her face. As the seconds
filled the silence, the storm turned into a wide grin. She whispered
loudly, not even trying to be quiet, "You lost one."

"Yes, I know!" His yell rumbled across the valley.

"That also means you just forfeit twenty shares to me."

Bass' lips compressed into a thin line. "I know."

"Well," she stood up and patted his shoulder. "At least you still got
your balls and a couple more holes to fuck." She stretched and twirled
around. She spoke in a sing-song voice as she pranced around them. "I'm
gonna go hunting."

Between one step and another, Tabitha lurched forward as hair sprouted
along every centimeter of her skin. It coursed along her body as she
expanded and swelled. Her features melted and reformed she melted into a
wolf-like creature. It was the same one that threatened her in the great
hall, but it was only as large as Bass instead of towering over him.
Like before, it had a large cock sheath and a tip of a cock sticking out
of it. The creature sniffed the air and circled Bass again before it
came to a stop. She looked at Bass with almost a laugh on her face.
Then, she belted out an ear-piercing howl before sprinting away in the
same direction as Licker.

Dixie carefully stood up. He glanced up at Bass, but then focused on Merrie.

Merrie felt a tingling coursing over her skin. She felt the connection
of power stretching out from Dixie, a shimmering line that connected him
to the dwindling form of Tabitha. It was the bond between Dixie and
Tabitha, the bond of an alpha. The connection flashed and she could feel
Dixie pulling power from Tabitha. He kept his brilliant blue eyes locked
on Merrie as he transformed into a second wolf.

Merrie glanced down to see his cock still hard, but instead of a tiny
little thing, it was a full-blown dog cock, with a wedge-like head and a
knot at the base. It sunk back into Dixie's sheath before he let out a
howl of his own. She jumped as he shot out after Tabitha.

Something hot splattered on Merrie -(TM)s back. She twisted her body to see
tears rolling down Bass -(TM) cheeks. He was trying to pull the lace out of
her boot, but his fingers kept slipping. His lips worked but she had to
strain to hear the words.

"... I -(TM)m evil now. I don -(TM)t have to save her. Please, don -(TM)t let her
scream..." His eyes flickered up to catch her looking at him. He clamped
his mouth shut and pointed forward. "Cunt, look that way."

Feeling disturbed, Merrie settled back into place and held still. She
watched as Bass regained control of his fingers and pulled out the
laces. He unwrapped a replacement from around his sword and threaded it
into place. By the time he tied off the first boot, he was calmer and
the tears stopped rolling down her back.

"Tonight-" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Tonight, I -(TM)m
moving Tits -(TM) transformation charm over to you. She can have your
regeneration charm because I -(TM)m going to fuck her hard since she -(TM)s the
only bitch I -(TM)ll have tonight." It was a statement, not a question.

He moved to the second boot and started undoing the laces.

A high-pitched scream ripped through the air. It was filled with agony
and terror. A moment later, two wolves howled loudly and the sound
rippled across the valley.

Bass swore and held up the snapped remains of the second set of laces.
"Good thing I have more than one spare," he grumbled as he picked up his
sword.

He finished redoing her gloves and boot before Tabitha came back. Merrie
was sitting on the far side of the pond again, a leash clipped to her
collar and feeling miserable. She watched as Tabitha came walking up.

Tabitha was covered in blood, it coated her front from the bottom of her
jaw clear down to her legs. Sheets of it clung to her skin and more of
it matted her thick patch of pubic hair. It took Merrie a moment to
realize that she had a body slung over her shoulder.

As Tabitha drew close, Merrie sat up with a feeling of dread growing.
The silfae flipped Licker off her shoulder and dropped her on the ground
in front of Bass.

The teenager was alive and moaning, but her eyes were tightly closed.
Whimpers of pain rose from her throat as she gasped for breath. She
tried to curl into a ball, but her movements were sluggish. Merrie
looked at the nearest arm and fear ripped through her. Licker didn -(TM)t
have an arm below the elbow, Tabitha had torn off it off. The end was a
ragged, bloody stump that flickered with healing magic. Below was
Licker -(TM)s other arm, Tabitha gave it the same cruel treatment. Shaking
from the rising terror, Merrie dragged her gaze to Licker -(TM)s legs where
they had been bitten off right at the knees. More healing magic
flickered along the end; it wasn -(TM)t the deep healing used by Rendi and
Borias but a shallow spell to only stop the bleeding.

Licker had been cropped.

 The poor girl would never walk again. She would never pick up anything
with her hands. She would spent the rest of her life a bitch and there
was nothing she could do about it.

Merrie felt a surge of lust rise up and mix with the fear. This was her
fate at the mill. It was only a matter of days before she was in
Licker -(TM)s place, fighting the pain and grieving for her lost limbs. She
would be helpless forever. One flash of pain, one high-pitched scream of
agony and it would be over.

Next to her, Sama let out a shuddering gasp. Merrie glanced over and saw
the same lust in her eyes. It was the collars changing their thoughts,
making the violence in front of them something to desire. To hunger for.
When it was their turn, Merrie knew she would be begging to have her
arms torn off.

Fear swallowed her lust and burned it away. She forgot how to breathe as
she felt it rising up, only to hold still against some force. It was the
collar holding back her fear and she knew she was about to break out of
the filters Borias spoke about.

Merrie didn -(TM)t want to lose control. She wanted to be a good slave, a
good beta. She forced herself to look away, trying to prevent herself
from breaking free of the collar's magic. The tears burned her eyes as
the bile burned her throat. She gulped and buried her face against the
ground. A single sob tore out of her as she struggled with her emotions.

Then, with a rush, she felt the collar clamp down. It was a sharp,
bitter relief as the fear and disgust faded away instantly. When she
returned her gaze to Licker -(TM)s trembling form, she could still feel her
terror but it no longer threatened her self-control.

"And this," said Tabitha in a sardonic tone, "is what happens when you
fuck up, Bass."

Bass glared at Tabitha. His hands were balled into tight fists.

Merrie felt the pain of seeing Bass suffering. She knew that he blamed
himself for what happened, just as much as he hated Licker's pain. It
was a contrast of emotions and she wondered why Bass cropped any of the
bitches on the mill. He seemed to hate it so much and he was so tender.
It was a missing piece in understanding the master she could never have.

Licker surged from the ground. For a moment, Merrie thought she was
going to throw herself at Bass' sword. But, then Licker's wild eyes
focused on Merrie. With a sob, the teenage girl crawled across the
ground on severed ends of her elbows and knees to grab hold of Merrie.
It was a tight, desperate grip of a girl who lost everything. But,
Licker didn't have fingers and the grip slipped in the blood and sweat.

Not caring that Tabitha and Bass were watching, Merrie slid her bound
arms underneath Licker's armpits and pulled the girl up. She held the
trembling teenager tight against her.

Licker buried her face into Merrie's neck, trying to hold on with all
her might. She sobbed loudly and her anguish shook Merrie to the core.

**

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