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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 20: Cropped
by t'Sade

It was the day. Merrie was about to be cropped, amputated. She had no
clue how it would happen, but Tabitha was obviously preparing for her to
be disappointing.

(FF cons magic mc tf tort viol fdom size)

**

Merrie opened her eyes as the early morning sent a tingle through her
veins. Her first thought was the realization that she would be cropped
and it sent a surge of pleasure coursing through her body. She trembled
at the magic controlling her and stared up at the dark ceiling.

She never noticed it before, but there was writing on the ceiling. It
was all written in the same handwriting at the stakes: Tabitha's. It was
dense, barely a centimeter high, and spiraled out from the center of the
cave and down the walls. In the dark, the letters glowed faintly.

"My family," whispered Tabitha, "two hundred and twelve generations
since we earned for our freedom from the dragons. All of them are dead
now, but I can never forget them. I can't forget them."

Merrie turned to look over at Tabitha. They were still close, just
centimeters away. The silfae's breath warmed Merrie's face, reminding
her that the woman would cruelly amputate her was just as mortal as herself.

The silfae watched Merrie with her bright green eyes. Merrie felt more
naked than normal as the elfin woman reached out and ran a thumb along
Merrie's ears. Her fingertips squeezed the curl and a flicker of pain
coursed through it. "Are you frightened, Cunt?"

Underneath the pleasure coursing through Merrie's body, she could feel
the terror fighting with the magic of the collar. It was a shackle, a
bondage that she didn't know how to break on her own. The very idea of
being controlled gave her a sense of helplessness, which only added to
her pleasure. She squirmed as her body grew hot and wet, but she nodded
sheepishly.

"I hate that collar. But, without it, so many of you empty-headed
bitches got hurt. I have to accept it, but it makes my job so much harder."

Tabitha sat up and stretched her neck. She glanced up at the opening of
the cave where it was still dark outside. Her breasts ground into
Merrie's shoulder. "We better get started. Dixie?"

Dixie crawled on top of Merrie and sat down, his ass resting on her
shoulder and Tabitha's breast. He barked cheerful and dug his fingers
into Merrie's body.

"Cut the chatter, bitch," Tabitha snapped and pulled back, "and check on
the wimp. Cunt?"

Merrie tried to shake him off as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

Dixie crawled over Merrie's body, keeping his body on top of Merrie.
His small penis bumped against her ear as he scrambled to her head. As
he perched himself, he gave a sharp bark.

She looked up and glared at him.

He leaned over to smile sweetly back, then ground his balls into the top
of her head.

Returning her attention back to Tabitha, she barked once and tried not
to think about the tiny silfae bearing down on her head.

Tabitha shrugged. "Go outside. Shit and pee. When you come in, eat
breakfast. The sun will be up in about half an hour and I want to start
with the first light."

She barked, then squirmed slightly at the surge of pleasure of being
commanded. It mixed with the familiar pleasure that always came as she
woke up. She inhaled sharply to cause her breasts to push up. She spread
her legs, struggling with Dixie's weight bearing down on her.

Tabitha's eyes flickered down, then back up. "You're wet, aren't you?"

Another bark.

"That soft-headed idiot probably fucks you every morning."

She grew warmer at the memory of Bass' cock driving deep into her pussy
and ass. She always loved the sensation of how he pounded into her,
shaking her entire body with every thrust of his massive cock. She
smiled and barked again.

"Well, sucks to be you," said Tabitha sharply as she stood up. "Now, get
your fucking ass outside and shit. I hate it when bitches lose control
when I crop them."

Merrie tried to get up, but Dixie squirmed on her head. She shook
herself to get him off, but he refused to move. Sighing with
frustration, she reached up to pull him off. She managed to catch his
squirming form, but then pain exploded as Dixie bit her fingers.

Whimpering, she tried to shake him off. She caught his arm, her fingers
easily wrapping around his muscular arm. But Dixie yanked her hand up
and bit down hard.

Merrie yelped. She looked at Tabitha who just shrugged.

"Win your own fights, Cunt. You're a fucking alpha, learn how to earn
your own dominance."

Frustrated, Merrie tried again but Dixie bit her. She jerked around, but
the agile silfae kept himself easily balanced on her head. She yanked at
him, then pulled her hands back with little bite marks along her palm.

On top of her head, Dixie let out a sharp bark and humped the back her
head. He was laughing at her and she could feel the smug feeling
radiating through their contact.

She remembered how she used her collar to drive Bass into her. She
braced herself and took a deep breath. Blindly, she reached up and
grabbed Dixie. One hand caught his balls and she held on tight. She also
grabbed his shoulder, but his teeth clamped down on her knuckles. She
whimpered as he ground down.

Tabitha shook her head. "Pathetic little bitch."

Merrie frowned as she found herself fighting the collar. It resisted her
urge to speak out, reminding her how much it would hurt, but she bore
through it. With a shudder, she screamed out. "Stop!"

The world exploded into pain as the collar shocked her. It coursed
through her body as the spasms tore out of her and into Dixie.

The tiny silfae let out a pissed off scream as he fell off her. His hair
was standing on its end and he pawed at it as he tried to get back to
his feet. He swayed groggily and collapsed again.

Merrie collapsed to the ground next to Dixie, jerking as the collar's
magic finished ravaging her body. When she could, she let out a long,
gasping sigh. Trembling, she pushed herself back into a sitting position.

"Okay," Tabitha said with an impressed look on her face, "you aren't
quite that pathetic. You are just... weak. Dixie, stop being a dick. I
need her healthy and you damn know that."

Dixie whimpered as he struggled to his hands and knees. His body shook
from the collar's magic and he limped toward Seven's niche. As he
crawled up on the ledge, he shot a glare at her.

Merrie snarled back, baring her teeth like a dog.

Dixie surprised her by smiling before he dove into the pillows after Seven.

Merrie pushed herself up to her knees. Her legs spread apart
reflexively, but she held them still as she realized that there wasn't
going to be a thick cock driving into her. She missed Bass and ached for
him.

She knew that Tabitha was waiting. Groaning under her breath, she pushed
herself up on the balls of her feet and stood up. She swayed but
regained her balance almost instantly. It was like she was a human woman
again and she realized she didn't like it anymore. She wanted to be on
her knees and soon she would again. But until then, she could obey Tabitha.

It was dark beyond the cave, a claustrophobic feeling with the moisture
clinging to the air. She couldn't see beyond a few meters of the opening
and wasn't sure where to go. Taking a deep breath, she looked around
until she found a thin trail leading off to the side. She followed it to
an area that smells of shit and urine. She held her tail with both hands
and did her business. It wasn't as enjoyable as when she was on her
hands and knees. As soon as she was finished, she used a leaf to wipe
off and then a stream to wash her hands.

By the time she came back, the smells of cooking eggs and meat rose up
from the cave. Her stomach rumbled and she hurried down.

Tabitha was sitting on the edge of Seven's niche, feeding him food.
"Come on, wimp, just eat another bite. There you go. Here, some cooked
pig. No, it isn't long pig. Damn it, wimp, you are utterly pathetic.
Cunt," Merrie jumped at her given name, "get some food and hurry up."

Merrie got a bowl near the roaring fire and served herself breakfast.
She wasn't sure where to eat, so she walked over to Seven's niche and
sat down next to Tabitha. As she watched Tabitha trying to force food
into Seven, she quickly polished off her own breakfast.

Seven didn't want to eat. He looked at Merrie with a pained expression
and whimpered softly. His body trembled and sweat clung to his skin. He
was soft without the hard muscles that both Dixie and Tabitha sported.
Instead, he looked like the rest of the pleasure slaves, from the
haunted look in his eyes and the way he didn't resist Dixie rubbing up
against his backside.

Merrie reached out with her hands and stared at her fingers. She wanted
to use her fingers for as long as she could use them. The overwhelming
realization it would be only minutes, hours at most, added a strange
intoxicating fear mixing in with the collar. She almost wished she
didn't have the collar's control, just to know what she was really feeling.

She stroked Seven and he leaned his cheek into her palm. Tabitha let out
an annoyed sigh and held the spoon centimeters away from him. Merrie
smiled and sent out a pulse of comfort. Dixie perked up and stared at
her, but Seven relaxed instantly.

Merrie ran her thumb along his bottom lip, feeling the trembling of his
body. Gently, she tugged down on his mouth and he opened his mouth
obediently. She pulled her finger away and guided him to the spoon.

Seven whimpered but swallowed a bite. He looked back at Merrie who
teased his mouth, knowing what it was like when Bass caressed her own lips.

She could feel Seven growing excited even before she glanced down to see
his cock hard. She smiled at him, radiating excitement and
encouragement. She stroked his throat until she felt him swallow. Then,
she trailed back up to ease his mouth open.

He inhaled slowly, but took another bite.

"You know, you catch more flies with vinegar," muttered Tabitha as she
fed him again, "but, for a weak, soft-headed cow, you might have helped."

It was a compliment, as much as one could come from Tabitha. Merrie
smiled and reached down with her own fingers, stealing a touch against
her pussy. It was hot and slick. She drove one finger into herself and
bit back a moan of pleasure.

She felt Tabitha glaring at her. She looked up and gave a sheepish smile
back.

"Weak," muttered Tabitha. The silfae set down the bowl and stood up.
"Come on, Cunt, let's go for a walk."

There was a hardness in Tabitha's voice. Merrie pulled her dripping
finger from her snatch. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared up at the
slender woman. She didn't say anything else, but Merrie could feel the
gravity of the moment.

Merrie glanced over to Dixie, but the smaller silfae had frozen. He was
still ground against Seven, no doubt his cock pressing at the slave's
rear entrance. He had one hand on Seven's shoulder, but he held himself
stiller than a statue.

She returned her attention to Tabitha.

"Come on."

It wasn't a request.

It was time.

Lust burning in her pussy, Merrie pushed herself to her bare feet. Her
toes dug into the hard ground of the cave and she stepped forward.

Tabitha headed out of the cave. Merrie followed, but at the entrance,
she peeked back at the other two.

Dixie looked sad and his emotions radiated from him like a bright light
in the darkness. He wasn't sad because of what was going to happen to
her, but he wanted to be there when it happened. Her cropping would be
private, just her and Tabitha.

Seven, on the other hand, was terrified for her. The memories of his own
cropping burned inside him. He was terrified and the quickly fading
recollection of pain flashed around him. It scared Merrie to feel how
much the delicate-looking slave had experienced.

Her stomach twisted with fear. And she felt her pussy growing wet with
anticipation. She was going to get what she dreamed. Just like her
hunger for Bass' cock to tear into her, she hungered to be cropped by
Tabitha.

She didn't need Tabitha to call her. Turning on her heels, she ran up
the cave and caught up to the silfae. Tabitha glanced at her, then
continued along the path toward the house.

It was a dark morning, with just a light teasing the edges of the
horizon. She could almost picture the rising sun as a razor, poised to
slice into her. The air was still and heavy with moisture. Their
footsteps left wet prints along the mud. There was almost a reverent
pressure bearing down on her.

Merrie's heart was pounding and she thought it would burst out of her
chest. She wanted to run, scream, and fuck all at the same time. She
wanted to be helpless forever and it just boiled in her guts with an
inferno of pleasure that refused to orgasm.

"I can smell you, Cunt, even from here. You are too lost in your own
submission to do anything about this. Your pussy is drooling and your
nipples are hard. The only thing you can think of is getting fucked."

Tabitha came to a stop, her body tense. She looked over her shoulder and
the bright green eyes almost glowed in the growing light. "Do you know
what it is like to be a hunter? To stalk down your prey? To be the
aggressor?"

Merrie shook her head.

"Of course not. You probably slept through your life without ever
realizing that you would be an alpha. If it wasn't for a mere chance,
you would have died without ever knowing the voice of the pack, or the
warmth of a master." She stepped toward Merrie and reached out. Merrie
flinched, but Tabitha grabbed Merrie's collar and pulled her close. Her
knuckles dug into Merrie's throat but she kept twisting it until Merrie
found it hard to breath.

"You were lucky, Cunt. You are a one in a million opportunity. You'll
cream at the idea of being abused, dominated, or fucked. You'll probably
orgasm when we sell your weak ass to someone. And, somewhere in that,
you'll find out what you truly are."

Merrie couldn't argue. She felt the heat filling her body, all from the
way Tabitha held her by the collar and the pressure at her throat. The
silfae could drive her to the ground or pick her up; Merrie didn't care
anymore. She hungered for Tabitha to do whatever she wanted.

Tabitha released the collar. She sighed. "There are rules about being an
alpha. The more you submit, the more powerful you'll be. Sable has given
her entire life into being Bass' bitch and I think she has powers that I
don't know about. Dixie also, but at least he went into this willingly."
She turned and continued her walk toward the house. "After the little
bastard bit me, how could I sell that ass of his?"

Merrie followed as Tabitha took her around the front and up to the
porch. The steps were harsh underneath her bare feet, even though
hundreds of slaves had crawled up them. Tabitha stopped at the top of
the stairs and pointed to a lighter color board. "We'll be starting
there, but first."

Walking quieter, her bare feet whispering on the wood, Tabitha took
Merrie around the porch to the windows of the great hall. She slowed
down at one of the windows and Merrie saw a bright white stake she never
noticed before.

"Look at it."

Somehow, Merrie knew what it would be when she knelt down. It was nailed
to the wall but two names were visible "Sloppy Holes" and "Sable." The
date was from sixteen years before and Merrie wondered how old Sable
could be.

"That was our first alpha. She was bonded at that point, but when I set
her loose, all she could do was paw at the door. The pathetic excuse for
a thriban was on the other side of the window, bawling his eyes out. For
one hour, she begged to go back inside. I cropped her right here,"
Tabitha tapped on the ground where the wood had a darker blotch on it.

"He almost killed me when I did it, but I had no choice. Anyone who uses
magic has rules. For him, he wraps his life in the stifling bondage of
promises and compassion. Every little swear is a way of tightening his
life so magic flows through the gaps. He loves because love is a gag
stronger than any steel."

Tabitha crouched down next to Merrie. "For me, it is the hunt. I am and
will always be a predator. I can't just use magic... none of us can just
use magic. For me, I get power from the chase, from taking something
down, from blood in my teeth, and flesh in my claws."

Merrie listened to the low growl coming from Tabitha. It scraped against
her senses, sending little flares of terror coursing along her spine.
She was scared beyond her life. She was expecting a struggle and pain,
but Tabitha's calm words were more terrifying than anything else. It
wasn't passion that would be cropping her but something far harder and
crueler.

"If there is no chase, there is no energy. Cropping Sable almost killed
me too." Tabitha lifted her head as a breeze blew through her sandy
hair. She pointed out away from the house. "Dixie, on the other hand,
was a fight. A real hunt. He refused to submit up to the very end. He
gave me power," she shivered and there was a sharp smell in the air,
"and I fell for him. The fucking bastard. He also got the furthest. Out
there," she gestured, "is a stake with his name on it but you'll never
get that far."

Merrie knew where his stake was, but Tabitha's words indicated that she
shouldn't know. She kept her mouth close and remained crouched by
Sable's stake, listening as she shook with fear. She was also turned on
more than she ever thought possible. She wanted to roll over and beg for
it, to lie right on the porch and let Tabitha crop her right then and there.

"Stand up."

She obeyed.

Tabitha pointed to the point she indicated earlier.

Merrie walked over, feeling naked and exposed. She was aware of her
body, the way her breasts hardened with anticipation, the liquid oozing
out from her pussy, and the way her skin tingled with the storm of
emotions. She turned to Tabitha, still not sure what would happen.

The silfae turned her around so Merrie was facing the door. Tabitha
stood in front of her and reached up with both hands to grab the collar.
She twisted until her knuckles almost cut off Merrie's breath. The
discomfort sent another wave of pleasure coursing along her veins.

"You have to understand, Cunt, I don't like you. I can't like you simply
because you are... weak. It isn't you personally, it is just..." she
sighed, "you. But, on the opposite side of the coin, I don't hate you
either. What I'm about to do, I do because it is the natural progress of
what you are to become. You are to be cropped-"

Merrie's pussy clenched at the thought. She inhaled sharply, aware that
her breasts were rising and falling with her panting.

"-because that is why are you are here. It is," she breathed, "what you
are. And, since I am what I am, I have to hunt you down. So, as soon as
I let go of this collar," she pulled Merrie closer, "you have one hour."

Merrie heart pounded in her chest.

"One hour to run for your life." Merrie was holding her close enough
that their bare breasts ground against each other. Merrie could feel
Tabitha's pubic hair tickling her hips as the silfae whispered in quiet,
intense words. "One hour to celebrating your hands, your legs, your
humanity."

Merrie moaned softly.

"And when that brief moment of freedom is gone, I'm going to hunt you down."

Tabitha yanked on the collar.

"I'm going to bite off your arms."

Merrie shuddered at the words, her body hot with anticipation and fear.

"And your legs."

Licking her lips, Merrie found it hard to breath through the tightness
in her throat.

"You are going to scream and you are going to cry. You will probably pee
in terror."

Merrie felt the moisture gathering in her pussy and felt the hungry ache
to be fucked burning inside her. She rocked back and forth as she stared
into Tabitha's bright green eyes.

"And then you'll be truly a bitch... forever."

Merrie couldn't help it as she let out a gasp of need. It burned inside
her, an orgasm trying to crest. She leaned into Tabitha, panting with
need. Her breast ground against her, crushed with the weight of their
bodies.

"Cunt?"

Merrie looked up, her body trembling.

"Good-bye." Tabitha released the collar.

Merrie stared down at Tabitha's bare hands. Her body shook as she
struggled with the intensity of desire and hunger that burned in her.
She wanted to kiss Tabitha, knowing that the silfae would probably break
her legs and throw her to the ground. She sobbed as she took a trembling
step back.

"Cunt," Tabitha looked up as her eyes began to glow, "you need to run now."

Power crackled in the air. Tabitha suddenly shoved back on Merrie,
throwing her off the porch. Merrie let out a scream as she hit the
ground. She looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Run, you stupid bitch!" Tabitha's yell echoed across the yard. In the
distance, flocks of birds rose into the sky as the sound continued to
rumble across the fields.

Merrie scrambled to her feet. She gave Tabitha one last, confused look.
She wanted to run and stay at the same time. She didn't know what to do.
Part of her was desperate to just drop to her knees and beg to be
cropped right then at there. It was a seductive part, the part that was
attached to the pleasure filling her body. She wanted to be fucked,
raped, hurt. She wanted to be abused and dominated. Everything inside
her screamed that she would lose it if she ran away.

On the other hand, she had to run. It was an overwhelming force that
drove her away. It was the same with Bass, but where Bass wanted to
shove his cock deep into Merrie's body, Tabitha needed Merrie to run.

She spun on her heels and ran. She didn't know where to go but she
couldn't stay there. She focused on a copse of trees and ran as if
Tabitha was snapping at her heels. In her panic, she lost where she was
and just ran as blindly as Licker did when she tried to get away.

When she couldn't run anymore, Merrie slowed down. She was gasping for
breath and her chest hurt. The dead sprint caused her breasts to bounce
and they ached from her movements. Wincing, she pressed one hand against
them to hold them in place and tried to orient herself.

Nothing looked familiar. Even after a week of walking with Bass, she
didn't know where she was. A sob caught in her throat. She wanted to run
and stop at the same time. She could feel the collar driving her to drop
to the ground and wait.

Panting for breath, Merrie leaned against a tree. She knew there was a
clock ticking down her humanity, but it hurt to breathe. Leaning over,
she gasped and tried not to think about being cropped. Sweat dripped
from her face and ran down her breasts. She could feel the little
droplets falling from her nipples as more rivulets coursed along her
naked skin.

Using her one hand, she wiped the sweat from her brow and looked around.
With a start, she recognized one of the bushes. Standing up, she didn't
remember it but bent over, near the ground like a bitch, she did.
Slowly, Merrie sank to her knees and looked around. Suddenly, she knew
where she was.

Only a few minutes crawl away was a stream where Sable once pinned her
in the mud and ground her pussy into Merrie's face. It was near the spot
she did the same thing to Sama, who licked and sucked with all her might
as she playfully struggled. Merrie smiled at the memory, barely feeling
her knees impacting with the ground.

Bass fucked her in a little clearing right behind her. He had all three
of them presenting and he just sank right into her, burying his hard
cock right to the hilt. Merrie moaned at the memory, sliding both hands
between her legs as she sought out her sex. It was wet with sweat and
sex. She let out a gasp as she slid two fingers, one from each hand,
into her hot hole and stroked back and forth.

She could wait right there for Tabitha. It was already a hunt. Tabitha
would have to chase her this far. She leaned into the tree and spread
her legs more. Her pussy was soaked and the soft, slurping noises rose
up as she pumped three fingers into her body, trying to reach an orgasm
before Tabitha found her.

Merrie whimpered as she found herself growing close to a crest. She had
four fingers ramming inside her, the wet slurping noises drowning out
her hearing. She reached deeper, spreading her fingers inside her to
enjoy the wet, silken pressure of her body. She was about to be
amputated and all she could do was masturbate. She was humiliated, but
couldn't take her fingers out of her pussy.

A deep growl ripped through the woods. Two glowing green eyes pierced
through the shadows from the trees as Tabitha came padding out from the
trees. She was huge, with broad shoulders and a chest like a barrel. Her
shaggy fur was the color of sand and rippled in the breeze that
surrounded her. Her paws were larger than Merrie's head as she crushed
the grass and flowers underneath her.

Merrie froze with her fingers buried to the knuckles. Her pussy clenched
tightly as she saw Tabitha approaching. It was a specter of pain,
terror, and bondage incarnate. She thrust her fingers deeper into her
body, unable to look away from the approaching shapeshifter.

She stared into Tabitha's eyes. As the silfae said, there was no anger
or hatred. Instead, all she saw was a sadness behind the growling wolf.
A hunger for something that Merrie couldn't give her. It was like a
creature caged beneath a shell of fur and teeth.

Tabitha glowed from the inside with emotions: frustration, longing, and
power. But, her emotions didn't have the richness of Sable's or Dixie's
or any one else. It felt like she was just going through the motions, an
empty action with no passion left if them.

What Merrie thought was a chase was nothing. Tabitha was just finding an
empty-headed, pathetic little slut who could do nothing than masturbate
when she should be terrified. Merrie was humiliated by her actions. She
tried to be afraid, to think about the pain and suffering, but she felt
the collar muting her emotions.

But she couldn't stop fingering herself. She couldn't reach an orgasm,
though her pounding heart and thrusting fingers were bringing her close.
She knew she would come as soon as Tabitha bit down, but she would
betray everything Tabitha needed.

Merrie felt a hunger inside her, a desire to be what Tabitha needed her
to be. But, to do that, she had to be something that she couldn't.

She had to be afraid.

She forced herself to yank her dripping fingers from her snatch. She
could smell them in the air as she pushed herself up the tree. The bark
scraped at her back.

There was a flicker of surprise as Tabitha paced closer. The growl shook
the air, pressing down on Merrie.

Merrie slipped around the tree, never letting her gaze leave Tabitha's
eyes. She began to walk backwards along the path leading to the stream.
As she moved, she dug at the fear that should be inside her. She could
feel the muted emotions simmering in her mind. They were just noticeable
enough to tell her she was feeling them, but the intensity was
transformed into pure sexual lust. All she wanted to do was drop to her
knees and beg for Tabitha to crop her.

She panted as she tried to force the emotions to rise up. She
concentrated on the idea of being torn apart, of the pain that she would
feel, of the terror that should be choking her. Her terror bubbled up
but then the collar clamped down on it. She tried again, focusing on the
sight of Tabitha when she first transformed into a huge wold. She felt
fear then, a primal quivering in her gut as she stared up at the
drooling fangs. She remembered she peed from the surprise and terror.

The iron collar around her neck grew hot. She stumbled on some roots and
continued to back away from Tabitha.

Tabitha continued to stalk toward her. There was something new in her
eyes, a curiosity and a quickening of excitement. Merrie could feel the
air around them going tense, but she couldn't hear over the pounding of
her heart against her ribs.

The rocks dug into her bare feet. She felt the water of the stream as
she walked into it. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Tabitha. She
continued to desperately break through the collar's magic. It was harder
than she thought possible. Every time she managed to picture or imagine
some horrible fate, be it Bass raping her the first time or when she saw
them slaughtering people in the warehouse, she could feel the pressure
squeezing the fear down, forcing it into a sick, seductive pleasure.

For the first time since she came to the mill, Merrie hated the collar.
She hated that she couldn't be afraid, couldn't be angry, couldn't
cower. Everything she wanted to do was turned into an insatiable need
for sex. It gave her peace and joy, but it also prevented her from doing
what had to be done.

It was a sick desire, to be afraid, but Merrie knew had to do it. It was
the only way to give Tabitha the pleasure she needed. She had to serve
her just as she gave her body to Bass and forced him to drive deep into her.

Breasts heaving, Merrie concentrated on Tabitha's fangs. They were sharp
and they would hurt when she bit down. She focused on adding everything
she could into imagining the agony she would experience. She tried to
imagine the crunch of bone, the flash of blood, anything she could to
force herself to be afraid.

The collar made a popping noise and she felt a burning sensation along
her collar. It added to her discomfort and she felt her mind crashing
against the filters of the collar.

Her hands were on fire. Looking down, she saw blood trickling down from
where her fingernails dug into her palm. She didn't remember clenching
them, but looking down at the bright red droplets splashing down in the
water, she realized that she would never see her hands again.

Even though she said nothing, the collar ignited into pain. Her entire
world exploded into white agony as electricity slammed into her. Every
muscle spasmed and she collapsed into the icy water of the scream. Her
scream froze in her throat as the pain tore through her and all that
came out was a gurgle.

Tabitha let out a sigh. Her words came back to Merrie when Tabitha was
talking about Seven's cropping. She was so disappointed that Seven's
collar had activated and he was lost in the spasms of magic when she
cropped him. In front of her, Tabitha stepped forward and opened her
jaws, ready to end Merrie's misery and crop her there.

And then she felt it. Pure, unfiltered fear. No softening of the hard
edge of emotion, no filters to turn it into pleasure. It coursed through
her vein like an orgasm, bitter hot and ice at the same time.

She found the strength to move and snapped her head up to stare directly
at the drooling fangs about to tear her in half. She could imagine the
pain now. It shook something deep inside Merrie, a primal response that
only allowed two responses: fight or flight.

Without looking back, she clutched in the cold water until her fingers
wrapped around a large rock. Whimpering, she flinched as Tabitha's hot
breath washed over her.

Tabitha used her nose to push Merrie's left hand to the side. Her teeth
scraped along the palm as Tabitha positioned herself to tear it off.

The intense fear drove her into action. Merrie yanked the rock out of
the water and smashed it into the side of Tabitha's head. It was a
frantic, wild blow and Merrie almost lost grip of the rock.

Despite Tabitha's immense size, she jerked to the side. Her eyes flashed
bright green as the wolf stared back with an expression of surprise. She
opened her mouth and a growl rumbled in her chest.

Merrie panicked again. She slammed the rock back into the side of
Tabitha's head, smashing it as she scrambled back to her feet. The air
grew tight around them as a wind blew up. She screamed in blind fear and
rage. She grabbed the rock with both hands and slammed it down again and
again. She didn't know what she was doing, just trying to save herself
from being hurt. It was hard to breath. Blood from her cut palms ran
down her arms. With one hard impact, she lost her grip on the rock, but
she just raised it above her head with one hand and brought it down with
all her might.

Tabitha snarled, then snapped out. The air cracked as the powerful jaws
snapped down.

Merrie stumbled forward from the impact of the blow and she fell against
Tabitha. Terrified that the wolf would bite her, she tried to pushed
herself away. Her hands kept slipping and there was a flash of crimson
that stained the wolf's fur. Merrie frowned and tried to push herself
up, but her right hand refuse to work.

Everything was hot and she felt pain radiating up her arm. She tried to
grab Tabitha's fur again to crawl away. She could feel the hot fur in
her left hand, but something was wrong with the right. The tiny shred of
logic left in her already knew the answer, but she still lifted up her
arm and stared at the bloody stump that used to be her hand.

She wondered for days what she would be like. She thought she would
orgasm or cum. She could feel the pleasure like a memory, but it was
layered deep beneath the blind fear and pain she felt. It was intense,
stronger than any orgasm, as she watched the blood pouring out.

A sob ripped out of her and she lost control. Urine poured down her leg
and mixed with the crimson waters forming underneath her. She couldn't
think past the pounding in her ears and the frantic hammering of her heart.

Tabitha stepped back, hacking. The giant wolf was crackling with power
and the air beat down on them. Little eddies of power swirled off in all
directions as Tabitha tried to clear something from her throat.

Terrified, Merrie did the only thing she could. She turned on her heels
and splashed out of the river. In a blind panic, she ran for her life.
Her bare feet slammed into the ground as she followed the trail. She
remembered it now and soon they came up to the fork in the road where
Sable took her to Dixie's stake.

Her feet slipped and she slid into the stakes. One was knocked off, but
she scrambled to her feet and sprinted toward the fence. Somehow, she
knew that there was something special about the fence. If she only could
make it.

Only a few panicked minutes later, she saw it. A sob of relief tore out
of her as she scrambled through the underbrush toward it. Her body
ached, everything ached, but it was nothing compared to her injury. She
tried to hold it to stop the blood, but that slowed her down even more.
She ran through the bushes and felt the thorns leaving deep scratches
behind.

She slipped at the fence and she slammed into the top bar, crushing her
breasts. She tried to claw at it to climb over, but her severed hand
refused to work. With an ungraceful thump, she dropped to her knees.

Merrie had to get over. She grabbed the splintered wood and hauled her
top half over the lower railing. Her feet dug into the ground as she
tried to lever herself across.

The ground shook. Even knowing that she shouldn't, Merrie peeked over
her sweaty shoulder and saw Tabitha charging with a snarl. At the sight
of the bloody muzzle coming closer, Merrie scrambled over fence. Her
feet were just crossing over the piece of wood when Tabitha struck.

There was a crunch of bone and wood as the shape-changer's mouth snapped
through the fence itself. Merrie was yanked back across the magical
ward, the sensation of an invisible fence lost underneath the explosion
of pain. She grabbed the ragged ends of the fence with her one good hand
to stop her from being pulled into Tabitha's jaw.

A wet, burning noise tore through her and she dropped to the ground.
Merrie crawled forward. She couldn't feel her feet, either of them.
Instead, the only sensation below the ankles was liquid pain and searing
hot blood. She didn't dare look back to see the severed ends; she was
afraid she would set off the collar by screaming. Instead, she crawled
forward with her eyes locked on Dixie's stake.

Behind her, Tabitha hacked twice and a wet sound filled the air. Then,
the thump of the wolf stalking after Merrie. The air crackled with power
and Merrie could feel the energy gathering inside Tabitha. It was more
intense than anything she could imagine, but she didn't dare look back.

It was a agony-filled infinity before she reached Dixie's stake. With a
trembling hand, she reached out with her good hand and grabbed it. It
left a bloody smear on the wood as she hauled herself forward.

Tabitha stood over her, her hot breath searing Merrie's skin. There was
something else, a fur-covered hardness that brushed against Merrie's
backside. She knew what it was, Tabitha's cock. The growl shook the air
and Merrie closed her eyes in preparation for more pain.

Teeth ran along her shoulder blades, working up to the hand. It left
behind a line of hot drool that mixed with her sweat and blood, running
down along her spine until it pooled into the small of her back.

Merrie closed her eyes and whimpered. She couldn't give up. She stared
at the bloody wood in her hand and realized she had one last chance.
With a grunt, she yanked the stake from the ground and rolled over. The
sight of the immense wolf looming over her sent fear coursing through
her and it flared into an ice storm in her gut. She pulled back and
slammed the stake with all her might into Tabitha's eye.

It sunk deep. Tabitha jerked back her head and let out a howl of pain
and rage. Using her paw, she batted Merrie away. The impact cracked a
rib as Merrie was thrown across the ground and into the fence. The
impact drove the air from Merrie's lungs.

Merrie choked as she tried to breathe. She tried to grab her throat, but
the only one hand touched her skin. The other left a smear of blood
against her skin. She stared at the wolf thrashing on the ground, pawing
at the stake still sticking out of her eye.

She didn't want to kill Tabitha, she just wanted a fight. She was
terrified that she went too far in the hut. She looked away from the
writhing wolf, but her eyes caught sight of her legs. They both ended in
stumps, bloody with a shock of white bone. It hurt, but not as much as
her hand. She reached out with her good hand in morbid curiosity,
wanting to feel it.

Tabitha let out another howl as she shook her head. The stake was gone
and there was a bloody wound where her eye used to be. The energy was
visible now and Tabitha glowed from the inside as she quickly covered
the distance between them.

Merrie's breath came back with a rush but she continued to
hyperventilated. Every movement scraped her broken ribs together, but
the rush of air in her lungs was almost a pleasure. She wanted to keep
running, but she couldn't. She pressed herself against the wooden fence.
As Tabitha stood over her again, hot tears ran down her cheeks.

She couldn't run.

She couldn't fight.

She couldn't breathe.

It was the end of her chase and Tabitha's hunt. The only thing she could
do was surrender, but she didn't have the words to say it. As she
considered her options, she felt pleasure gathering inside her as she
held up her one good hand.

Tabitha tensed, a growl vibrating through her body. Her bright green
eyes narrowed as she watched Merrie holding her hand.

Merrie's heart pounded painfully as she reached up. She could barely
control her body as she reached into Tabitha's mouth and rested her
wrist along the ridge of the wolf's teeth. The sharp points dug into her
flesh. For a moment, Merrie considered scraping her flesh along the
teeth, but she forced herself to hold still.

Tabitha froze with her mouth open. The growl halted as the
shape-chapter's eyes grew wide.

Merrie's world spun around her. Her ears were pounding from her
heartbeats and she felt sweat mixing with the blood and drool covering
her body. She was terrified, but excited beyond comprehension. The pain
from her injuries faded away as her world focused on a single point in
the universe, where the teeth dug into her flesh.

The pleasure grew. She was surrendering. A surrender of more than just
sexual submission. She was giving up her humanity and becoming a bitch.
The realization of what she was doing sent bolts of pleasure shocking
through her senses, like the collar firing ecstasy instead of
electricity. The heat was growing inside her as she stared into the maw
of teeth and violence.

"Please?" she mouthed as she ground her wrist into the teeth.

Energy rose around them. Tabitha burned brightly from the inside, her
bones visible with a light that didn't reflect off anything. She was
painful to look at and Merrie's eyes watered as she tried to watch her
wrist in the final moment.

The teeth came down and there was a crunch that she felt more than
heard. Pain exploded along her senses, but it became pleasure as she
finally let out a scream. Not one of pain, but of an orgasm of perfect
surrender. She had given everything she could to Tabitha, surrendered in
the perfect way for the shape-changer.

As Tabitha drew back and left a bloody stump, something happened inside
Merrie. Something else drew out of her. It felt like there was a coil of
rope inside her and as the shape-changer stepped back, it slid out of
some opening. It was the sensation of a cock being withdrawn, the first
exhale after an orgasm, or even letting go to pee.

She looked down to see a line coming out of her chest. It wasn't hazy or
translucent like Sable's or Dixie's connection to their masters, but as
real and bright as the sun. She could feel it sliding out of her as
Tabitha continued to pull back.

Shaking, Merrie followed the line with her eyes. It grew hazy as it
approached Tabitha, but it was growing more solid with every passing
moment. The tip aim at Tabitha's heart.

And then she felt it. An intense pressure of a creature far older than
herself, one brimming with a fierce joy and a release of her own.
Tabitha's emotions came rushing down the connection. The silfae was
happy and sated, like the first drink of wine after a century without.
Merrie had given her something that no one else could in a very long
time: a true hunt.

Then, a new emotion came rattling down the connection. Fear. Tabitha let
out a mixture of a growl and a whine. She spun on her heels and sprinted
away. The connection between them grew thinner but no less bright. More
emotions came rushing down: longing, desire, and shame.

Their bond grew more intense as the line almost completed itself.
Tabitha continued to race away, accelerating far faster than any horse,
but Merrie could still feeling her hearts.

(Bass is going to kill me.) It was Tabitha's thoughts, but there was
also a small part of her that wanted to let Merrie bond, to accidentally
let it happen.

Tabitha raced straight for a tree. Merrie reached out for Tabitha, not
wanting the silfae to break the suddenly intimate connection.

(No! I can't let you bond!) With the words came a rejection from the
silfae, a mental pushing away even as the power rose up around her. The
wolf's form blurred as magic coursed through Tabitha's veins; Merrie
could feel what the silfae felt in one perfect moment before she bonded.

And Tabitha ran straight into the thick trunk of the tree. But, instead
of crashing into it, her body was sucked straight into the wood and she
was gone. The fledgling connection between them snapped.

Merrie felt like Tabitha had tore out her heart. An intense longing that
blurred her vision. She let out a wail of loss and she didn't care when
the collar suddenly activated, plunging her world into an electric hell.

When she could see again, Merrie was alone. The morning sun stretched
out across the clearing and the fence. She blinded her and she ducked
her head down, staring at her limbs with mute devastation. She didn't
know if Tabitha would come back. She didn't know what would happen.

She started to cry. She hated being a beta, being a submissive without a
master. She wanted to bond, if anything to get it over with, but also
because she wanted badly to be with any of the master at the mill. Any
but Grange, that was. She could picture herself being happy with Sable
and Dixie, but she knew that it wasn't going to be. And that knowledge
made it more painful.

Merrie focused on her missing hands. The first was a ragged, bloody end.
It hurt as she stared at it, the memory of it being torn off in a crunch
of flesh and bone. The other was the one that Tabitha just bit off, but
it wasn't a bloody wound. Instead, it was as smooth as when Tabitha
healed Seven. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that she
was born that way.

The only difference was the hunt. The first was when Merrie was about to
give up, to surrender like a submissive slut. The other was after Merrie
fought back. She saw how Tabitha crackled with energy, as if the very
act of fighting gave her power.

She stared at her severed hands. The pain was still gone but there was
no magic forcing her to feel pleasure. But, deep beneath the fading
fear, there was a growing pleasure. She had surrendered, just like she
wanted. She couldn't reach out for anything ever again and the
helplessness sent a delicious thrill coursing through her. She couldn't
wait to beg for a beer from Borias or to find out what Bass thought of
her cropping.

She tried to flex her fingers. She saw the muscles in her arms
twitching, but nothing happened. She could feel her digits even though
they were there. Her world spun as her mind tried to correlated the two
sensations. It only added to the pleasure searing her sex.

Merrie was smiling. The pleasure that teased her was natural and
entirely hers. It was a heat that boiled inside her, quickening her
breath and forcing a moan from her lips. She leaned back and took a deep
breath.

It was a good hunt.

Tabitha's whine cut through the morning light. Merrie looked up to see
the wolf creeping forward, a question in her posture.

Merrie closed her eyes for a moment, seeing inside herself. Her skin
wasn't tingling and there was no connection reaching out. There was no
danger of bonding, but it hurt to know that she was denied. She opened
her eyes and shook her head.

Tabitha relaxed. She crept forward. Her body still glowed with magic as
she padded over the grass and rocks. Her large paws crushed the flowers
underneath her as she came up. From their brief connection, she also
glowed with emotions. Excitement, being stated, and determination. Mixed
together was also lust and affection.

Merrie lowered her eyes and leaned back further. Her breasts rose and
fall with her breath as she looked at the wolf who hunted her down. She
wanted Tabitha, with a fierce intensity. Slowly, she spread her legs and
felt her swollen pussy lips peeling apart to the warm, morning air. It
was hot and wet with her need.

The shape-changer continued until she was towering over Merrie. Her
breath was hot against Merrie's skin.

Merrie held her breath, unsure what Tabitha would do. She watched as the
huge wolf head lowered and the tongue came out. The feel of Tabitha's
tongue was a hot brand against her skin.

Tabitha licked along her leg. She left a line of drool behind her, but
no blood. The tip of her tongue wrapped around the end of Merrie's leg
and power rose up.

Merrie's skin crawled as the magic wrapped around her and there was a
sense of tightening. Merrie lifted her head to stared down at it,
watching as the ragged end healed over. She shuddered as she felt her
body changing: the bone thickening, the skin growing as smooth as
Licker's pussy, and a tingling that coursed up her spine. It felt as if
her severed ends were connected directly to her pussy. As the wet tongue
slurped around the end, Merrie let out a moan.

Tabitha moved to the other leg and licked it. The power rolled around
them and the skin crawled as she was healed. Tabitha stepped forward as
she lapped, her tongue working its way up between Merrie's legs. The tip
of it caught her pussy, splaying apart the lips to find her clitoris.

Merrie could feel the magic deep in her bones and she threw back her
head as the pleasure spread out through her insides. She moaned softly
and reached out for Tabitha, holding her between her two helpless arms.
Seeing them against the blood-stained muzzle gave her a strange sense of
bondage, of helplessness.

Tabitha worked her way up Merrie's body, her large tongue lapping at the
blood and scratches and injuries. With each swipe of the hot, slick
tongue, Merrie's skin was left clean and untouched, as if she was never
running for her humanity. It also ran along every sensitive part of her
skin and fueled her pleasure.

When Tabitha lapped at Merrie's breasts, she moaned and pressed it
higher. As the tongue passed to clean her face, spit glistened on her
mounds before gathering in rivulets to roll down her skin. Merrie held
her breath as Tabitha cleaned her face, then down to her still injured arm.

Merrie panted as she watched Tabitha lick the end, drawing power and
energy and leaving it smooth. The skin crawled for a moment and then it
was gone. No pain like Seven, no screaming or whimpering. She didn't
need a distraction, beyond the growing lust.

Tabitha lifted her head and reached out with one massive paw. She rested
it on Merrie's chest. The weight crushed her breasts as the claw dug
into the side of her right tit. Tabitha curled her paw around Merrie's
flank and tugged her to the side.

Obeying, Merrie rolled over. She used her forearms to brace herself on
the fence. She remembered she was a bitch and spread her legs,
presenting herself to Tabitha. The hot air against her pussy rekindled
the heat as she exposed herself.

The shape-changer's breath was hot against her back, then her tongue was
cleaning Merrie. It lapped through her hair and then her shoulders. It
was strong and powerful, massaging as well as healing.

Merrie moaned as she was healed down her back, then along one leg, then
the other. Her pussy clenched with anticipation before Tabitha brought
her tongue up between her legs, licking from clitoris to tail in deep,
powerful strokes. Each one pushed Merrie into the fence. Her breasts
were ground into the splintered wood, but the tiny pricks of discomfort
faded compared to the inferno burning in her sex.

The fence creaked as Tabitha lurched forward and planted her own
fore-paws on the upper railing. The furry hips brushed on outer edges of
Merrie's hips as something heavy and incredibly hot dropped down on the
slave girl's back. It was Tabitha's wolf cock and it reached clear up to
her shoulder blades.

Merrie moaned at the sensation. It was thick and swollen, with a flared
head and a knot at its base. It bore down on her, a heavy weight of sex
and submission.

Slowly, Tabitha drew it back. It left a line of precum against the
freshly healed skin. Merrie lifted her hips and felt her pussy drip with
anticipation. With a moan, she spread her legs and waited.

Tabitha wasn't in the mood for foreplay. She drew it back until the tip
slid down around Merrie's tail and ass crack. As soon as it was poised
at the entrance to Merrie's sex, Tabitha drove forward with supernatural
force.

It was like Bass entering her, hard and forceful. It tore her open,
stretching her wide as Tabitha buried her entire length into Merrie's
cunt. The knot crushed Merrie's labia and ground against her clitoris as
she felt the heat and pressure from deep inside.

As soon as Tabitha had buried herself, she yanked it out and drove back
in. It punched deep into Merrie's body, reaching clear to the end of her
entrance and slamming against her cervix. It hurt but Merrie wanted it
any other way. Sex with Tabitha would always hurt, it was just who
Tabitha was. She let out a gasp of pleasure and shoved back, but it was
Tabitha who controlled the fucking, not her.

Tabitha panted as she drove again and again, punching her cock deep with
hard strokes. The knot slammed against the entrance, forcing it open
with every powerful thrust. Merrie could only brace herself, swimming in
a world of pleasure, pain, and submission. The wet thrusts shook her to
the core, scraping against her body and stretching her inner walls.

With a panting grunt, Tabitha slammed into her harder. Merrie could feel
her bones creaking from the impact as she was driven into the fence. Her
arms, her helpless limbs, tried to keep purchase on the wood, but she
slipped and her chest was driven into the wood. Her breasts took the
brunt of Tabitha's impact, but she couldn't get grip to push herself up.
The sense of helplessness, of being unable to even push herself back,
pushed Merrie into a screaming orgasm.

Tabitha never stopped. She continued to drive into Merrie, shaking the
entire fence with her impacts. The knot slammed into Merrie's entrance,
tearing it open. It was like taking two fists as a time as Tabitha
relentlessly hammered it into her. Merrie could only spread her legs
more as it drove deep, pinning her open.

Then, with a sickening slurp, Merrie's pussy swallowed the knot. Her
entrance clamped down around it and there was a flash of pleasure and
pain. The heated length lodged itself in her depths, the knot preventing
it from sliding out and the tip pressed tightly against the entrance of
her woman.

Tabitha took a powerful thrust, but as the hips drove forward, Merrie's
body was crushed against the railing. There was no room inside her for
the powerful cock to move. She was just a tightly stretched-sleeve
wrapped around the shape-changer's shaft. With every thrust, it was
Merrie who moved, not the cock buried inside her.

As Tabitha continued to slam Merrie against the railing, Merrie reached
down with her arms and ran the ends along her belly. The knowledge that
she couldn't spread her fingers out was intense, the bondage of forever
burning bright inside her tightly stretched pussy. She could feel the
swollen cock through her belly as it pushed out of the flesh. She closed
her eyes and reached further down, swimming in a world of pleasure and
pain. Her questing brushed against the wolf knot buried in her pussy,
right above her pubic bone. It made her feel like she was a months pregnant.

She moaned and leaned into Tabitha's thrust that drove her against the
wood. The wolf panted hotly as she drove her cock into Merrie; with
every stroke, Merrie winced as the head was ground against her cervix
and the knot swelled at her entrance.

She was caught on the edge of pleasure and pain. The hard cock was
filling her from the inside and rubbed against all her insides even as
she was pounded into the splintered wood of the fence railing. She
didn't know what would give but she couldn't do anything. She was
helpless to push away from the board just as she couldn't force the cock
out of her body.

Tabitha let out a gasping pant, then drove deep into Merrie. There was a
sensation of being ripped open, though Merrie didn't know what would
tear inside her, then everything turned into a liquid wall of pleasure
as Tabitha came inside her.

Merrie didn't know what to expect, but with her hands against her belly,
she could feel the skin swelling. Hot jets of cum poured into her, but
with the tight knot at one end of her pussy and the tip crammed at her
other, her pussy swelled with liters of come that filled her. She let
out a scream as she orgasmed from the pressure as it continued to build.
Her belly swelled with each thrust and she could feel some high-pressure
jet pouring deeper into her. It couldn't relieve the pressure. Her
scream turned into one of both agony and ecstasy as her body was lost in
the throes of an orgasm.

The pleasure turned to pain which turned back to pleasure. The cum kept
pumping into her, stretching her obscenely full. She kept coming, but
she couldn't stop her body as she felt the cock continue to fill her.
Tabitha kept pumping her back and forth, fucking her against the board
as the cum poured into her.

It felt like forever before the cock quieted inside her. Her belly was
stuffed, filled to the brim. Some of it poured of the tight seal of knot
against her pussy, but the rest of it was working deeper inside her,
forcing itself into her womb. It was ecstasy to feel it squirting into
her innermost depths, a wet, muted squelching sensation deep in her belly.

Tabitha panted and slumped against Merrie. The heavy weight of her body
drove Merrie against the board. Underneath Merrie's breasts, the fence
railing finally gave up and snapped. Merrie out a shriek as she was
pounded into the ground face first. She tried to push herself up, but
couldn't find the purchase. Her hands were gone, she was helpless
against the heavy weight of the shape-changer.

Tabitha's body twisted above her. She could feel the fur fading way as
naked skin ground into her. Fingers grabbed her hair and pulled her up.
She felt her neck bared to the air the hot breath of Tabitha against her
shoulder. "You," panted Tabitha as she twisted her hips, "are a good girl."

No magic came from the collar, no forced pleasure being driven through
her. But, Merrie felt a spark of an orgasm tear through her. She threw
back her head, baring her throat to Tabitha who rested her mouth against
Merrie's neck, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Good girl," moaned Tabitha as the silfae's cock dwindled in size.
Pressure built up for a moment, cum came pouring out of Merrie's pussy.
Liters of the thick fluid rushed out and Merrie was lost in the pleasure
of being drained. The thick ocean of cum continued to squirt out of her,
soaking her thighs and her legs. Waves of it rolled across the grass and
Merrie stared it with shock.

Underneath her hands, she felt her belly returning to its normal shape,
but the cum kept coming out. She moaned and let out a long, shuddering
breath.

"And now," Tabitha said as her cock shrunk away to nothingness, "you are
truly a bitch."

Merrie's orgasm found a second life and the flare of passion coursed
through her veins. She let out a long wail of pleasure and slumped into
Tabitha's body, knowing that the silfae would command her.

**

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