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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 22: Dominance games
by t'Sade

Tabitha's mood toward Merrie had turned for the better, but jealousy
rises up when Tabitha leaves Dixie along with Merrie.

(FFF bond, MF nc anal viol magic best bond)

**

Merrie woke up when Tabitha bit her on the shoulder. She jumped and gasp
from the sharp pain that tore her from her dreams of submission. She
clawed at the air as she struggled to remember where she was and why a
silfae had her teeth clamped down on her shoulder.

Tabitha opened her mouth and released her. She chuckled dryly as Merrie
rolled over, staring in shock and confusion at the bright-eyed woman.
Tabitha scooted closer and planted her hand on Dixie's head to pull
herself only centimeters away from Merrie's face. "Good morning, pet."

Dixie squirmed to get out from underneath Tabitha, but the woman just
bore down on his head, pinning him to the ground.

Tabitha pushed herself up on her knees, her small breasts shaking as she
scooted closer. Her body was icy against Merrie's skin. She stroked her
face against Merrie, who still stared in shock as reality finally began
to sink it. She nipped Merrie's ear, then neck, and nibbled on Merrie's
sore shoulder.

Merrie let out a soft gasp as her eyes came into focus. She stared at
Tabitha's sandy hair as the silfae continued to work her way back to
Merrie's neck.

Then Tabitha bit down again.

Merrie let out a cry as Tabitha grabbed her, pulling her close as she
bit down again. Merrie shuddered as she felt Tabitha's teeth piercing
the skin, but she couldn't escape Tabitha's steel-like grip. She
squirmed as the pain radiated across her senses.

Tabitha let go of Merrie and stood up. "Ah, nothing like a bit of
foreplay in the morning."

Merrie whimpered and went to rub the bleeding bite mark. She froze as
she stared at the severed end of her arm, a flash of lust rising up as
she stared at the helpless limb. She shivered as she felt heat gathering
in her pussy, a tickling of senses. She squirmed to press her thighs
together and force her mind from her injury.

Tabitha stepped over her, her bush smacking Merrie in the face as she
headed over to Merrie's niche. She reached up and grabbed the golden
regeneration charm from the shelf.

Next to Merrie, Dixie scrambled to his hands and knees. He pushed Merrie
to the side as he trotted up the slope and left the cave.

Humming to herself, Tabitha returned back to Merrie and sat down
heavily. She grabbed Merrie's collar and yanked her closer.

Merrie felt a flash of excitement at Tabitha's casual domination. She
let out a shuddering breath as Tabitha dug her knuckles in her throat
and pulled the collar even closer. The iron curve dug into the back of
Merrie's neck and she had to plant a hand on Tabitha's hard leg for balance.

"Energy is a funny thing," started Tabitha. "It is like when you drink
the best wine in the world, the old stuff that they created from the
Elder Trees. There is that rush," she smiled as she rotated the collar
into place, "of your first orgasm. And yesterday, what you did was like
being back home, at my father's knees, and sipping at his wine."

She found the hook for the charm. "I need a lot of power to do what I
do. Do you know why?"

Merrie gulped and shook her head.

"All mages have a store of power. Everyone uses the cup as a metaphor
and it kind of works. I have a cup, just like almost everyone here. It
is a shallow one with a very wide opening. When I use magic, it comes
out in a rush. A few seconds and poof, it's gone."

She paused for a moment to toy with the regeneration charm. Merrie held
her breath, not wanting to interrupt her.

"Rendi, on the other hand, has a well of power. She knows hundreds of
spells, can create artifacts of immense power, and bring people close
enough to Death they are getting on their knees. One time, I had my
throat cut and I knew I would die as I felt it spurting out from the
wound. But, she just rushed forward and brought me back."

The golden charm clinked as it was reattached to Merrie's collar. Merrie
felt the power coursing through her and the strange feeling of
yellow-green power danced across her skin.

"The difference is, Rendi's magic is just a spell. There are ways of
dispelling magic and it glows. I can see when she uses healing magic
because it glows for days, weeks for the powerful stuff. My magic, on
the other hand, doesn't glow. It can't be dispelled. When I bite off
your pretty, yummy wrist-"

Merrie shivered at the thought, her sex growing liquid as she thought
back to the sudden flash.

"-I bit off more than just your physical body. I destroyed the very idea
of your wrist. You lost part of your soul yesterday and no mortal magic
will ever bring it back."

Gulping, Merrie squirmed as her sex grew hot and slick.

Tabitha leaned forward, her breath hot against Merrie's face. "Though,
I'm sure a god could bring it back. Though, I don't recommend Lemitri,
that goddess is a royal bitch, may she rot in whatever hell would
container her."

Merrie widened her eyes, her mouth parting with surprise. She never
thought anyone would be able to talk about a divine power like that.

Tabitha winked. "Yeah, I met the bitch. She had to come down to reward
B-" Suddenly, Tabitha closed her mouth as she looked guilty. She sighed,
then cleared her throat. "Well, she's a self-centered, mercurial bitch
and no longer welcomed in our lives."

She stood up. "Okay, I'm going to take Useless Cunt out for a little,"
she smiled, "run. I bet you have to pee yourself, so why don't you take
the two pathetic bitches with you?"

Merrie blinked at the sudden change of topic, but got into a begging
position and barked.

"Good pet."

Merrie crawled over to the first niche, where she could see Fuckhole
sprawled out on the blankets. Sweat sparkled on Fuckhole's body and the
girl's mouth was open as she panted. She looked hot, but Merrie
remembered it would all change after Tabitha cropped her. The heat in
her pussy grew as she imagined Fuckhole amputated down to her knees and
elbows, the look of helplessness on her. Merrie almost wished she was
cut down further, but even the small bit she lost pushed her into a
state of a submission high.

She got on her knees and reached up into the niche to nibble on
Fuckhole's nipple. It was soft at first but quickly grew hard under her
lips.

Fuckhole moaned and her eyes fluttered. Slowly, she opened her
brownish-green eyes and stared at confusion at Merrie. Then, she smiled
and reached out to kiss Merrie.

Merrie shook her head. She reached out with her head and bumped her head
against Fuckhole's hand. When Fuckhole didn't response, Merrie mimed
Fuckhole petting her like a human.

Fuckhole gasped and her eyes grew wide. She looked around and fear began
to radiating from her. She reached up, though, and stroked Merrie's hair.

Merrie smiled and sent out an emotional pulse of comfort and love.

The other bitch relaxed and petting Merrie more confidently. She sat up
and stretched, pushing her breasts out for a moment. When Merrie
gestured to the floor, Fuckhole crawled out of bed but stood up. There
was a prickling of unease and fear that surrounded her as she glanced
over to Tabitha.

Still radiating comfort, Merrie crawled over to Useless Cunt and crawled
up into the niche since Useless was against the far wall. Merrie sank
into the blankets and struggled with her missing hands and feet. At
Useless' body, she saw that the bitch had her legs spread open and
exposing her pussy to the cooler air. Merrie grinned and reached down,
lapping Useless Cunt from asshole to clitoris in one stroke.

Useless jerked awake. Her legs closed around Merrie, but then flung open
as she stared down as if she wasn't expecting Merrie to be there.

Merrie gave a wiggle and pushed Useless with her head toward the edge.

Useless got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the edge. She got
down, but unlike Fuckhole, she remained on the ground as Merrie tried to
get off.

When Merrie fell the last few centimeters, she blushed hotly. Dixie, who
just came down, gave her a smirk before he bounded over to where Tabitha
was spooning food out into five bowls.

Merrie got back on her feet. She shivered at the feeling of her missing
hands and feet, it still excited her, and crawled over to Useless Cunt.
Gesturing with her head, she pushed Useless back into a standing
position next to Fuckhole. Useless looked fearfully at Tabitha and then
tried to drop down, but Merrie let a growl-like grunt which stopped her.

When Useless straightened back up, Merrie beamed happily and barked. She
headed up the slope of the cave, her tail wagging. At the top, she
turned for the others. They were walking slowly, hesitantly. Merrie dug
down and realized she could help with their discomfort. She took a
desire to keep together, to be near someone, and pushed it out.

Both bitches responded almost instantly. They hurried up to catch up
with Merrie, then followed her down the side path to the bathroom area.
Merrie pointed out where the leaves for wiping were and then did her
business in the edge. She had to curl her tail up and spread her legs,
but it felt good to pee after a long night.

When she finished, she shook her hips but it still felt wet. She wished
Bass was there, with his delicate fingers to brush away the last few
droplets. Even Borias or anyone. It was a reminder that she couldn't do
it herself. She let out a sigh and bounced one more time.

Useless Cunt padded up to her. Merrie stared in surprise at the
determined look on her face. The bitch circled around Merrie and reached
down to caress Merrie's length with her fingers.

Merrie let out a moan of pleasure as she felt Useless wiping her clean.
Two fingers delved deeper, parting Merrie's damp folds and sliding into
her pussy. Her pussy was already wet from her dreams and thoughts and
there was little friction as Useless buried her fingers to the knuckle.

As Useless pumped her fingers in and out, Merrie crouched on the ground
and moaned. She clenched around the fingers and was startled how quickly
she came. When she fingered herself, it was a frustrating experience of
being held on the edge, but two fingers from Useless was enough to push
her into an early morning orgasm. Merrie cried out as she came, her body
trembling as she struggled to remain on her hands and knees.

Useless pulled her fingers out and stood up. Fuckhole walked up on her
bare feet. They shared a look that spoke volumes. Useless held up her
glistening fingers and Fuckhole slid them into her mouth, cleaning them
as they continued to look at each other. Merrie could feel a bond
between them, a sense of affection and kinship. Both of the bitches
joined the mill with Grange as their master. There was something deep
inside, a remembered pain, that bound the two women together in a way
that made Merrie slightly jealous.

They turned to face Merrie. Merrie pushed back her envy and took a step
back to the cave, barking. They followed and together all three of them
returned to the sweltering heat of the cave. Inside, Tabitha was sitting
on the floor with her back to Seven's niche. Dixie lapped from the bowl
in front of him.

"Come on, you pathetic bitches. Get some food and walk around. Useless
Cunt, put down a bowl for Happy."

Both gave Merrie a questioning look and Merrie nodded encouraging. They
headed across the cave, circling around the depression Tabitha slept in,
and to the food. Useless grabbed the first bowl and set it down. A
heartbeat later, she pushed it away from the heat rolling from the
hearth and away from Tabitha.

Merrie crawled over, the feeling of helplessness adding to her pleasure.
She crouched by her breakfast, a thick stew filled with hunks of meat
and vegetables, and began to eat. Both Useless and Fuckhole grabbed
their own bowls and started to pace around Merrie as they ate.

"I find that interesting," said Tabitha, "Both of those bitches look to
Happy Cunt for confirmation, even when I give them an order."

Useless and Fuckhole froze in mid-step.

"Keep walking! And don't you dare look at her!" snapped Tabitha.

Fuckhole peaked toward Merrie, but both resumed their walking.

"And I noticed that Seven did the same thing." Tabitha smiled as she
looked down at Dixie. "Why don't they ever look at you for orders?"

Dixie looked up at her with a disinterested look, but then he glanced
over to Merrie. For a moment, there was a sudden tension in the room as
Merrie got the flash of a growling wolf superimposed over Dixie's tiny
little frame. She inhaled sharply, but it was gone in a flash. Dixie
returned his attention back to Tabitha and shrugged.

"Could it be you are just a colossal dick and no one likes you?"

Dixie's face darkened.

"Or that," Tabitha said with a smile, "you have the compassion and
kindness of a troll in heat?"

Dixie's fingers dug into the earth, his body shimmering as the
connection between them grew visible. Energy flowed from Tabitha to
Dixie and gathered in the tiny silfae's chest.

Tabitha cruelly smiled as she reached down and grabbed Dixie's collar.
It was leather instead of the iron rings around the other bitches'
throats, but it still gave Tabitha a grip as she pulled Dixie from the
floor and held him up. "Listen, you little dick, you are mean. You are
surely. You are too obsessed with not having some huge cock. You are a
fuck-horrible submissive and you still think you are still a warrior
instead of my little bitch. But," she breathed, "I still love you with
all my heart."

She bit him on the nose, hard.

At the muted crunch, Merrie shuddered. She could feel the pain radiating
from Dixie, but the alpha didn't even make a peep. He held himself still
until she released him and stood up. Merrie watched as blood dripped
from his nose.

Dixie glared at her, his bright eyes sparkling in the dark, then shook
himself like a dog. As he did, his form shivered and briefly turned into
the wolf-like creature and back. When he did, his nose was once again
healed.

Tabitha said, "Now, pathetic little bitches, I bet you're wondering why
I'm having you walk?"

Both of them froze, but only Useless Cunt nodded sheepishly.

"Keep walking. It all comes down to your cropping. I don't just
arbitrarily decide how much I'm going to cut off. In fact, you have that
choice."

Fuckhole looked relieved. Useless Cunt, on the other hand, had a flush
to her cheeks as she dropped one hand discretely to her pussy.

"You'll get an hour's head start and then I'll chase you. The further
you run, the less I take off. It seems simple, but three weeks of you on
your hands and knees and being a 'good' bitches for all those pathetic
dicks out there," she gestured toward the house, "means that you've been
trained not to get on your legs. And a crawling pathetic bitch can't run
very far."

Useless Cunt continued to masturbate with one hand while she stared out
into nothing. She set her bowl down on a ledge to grab her tit,
squeezing it as Tabitha continued.

On the other side of the cave, Fuckhole looked terrified. She backed
away from Tabitha as her eyes grew wide. The bowl clattered to her feet
as she stared at the entrance of the cave and back to Tabitha.

Tabitha rolled her head to stared directly at Fuckhole. "Do you really
want to start running now?"

Fuckhole shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her emotions
were flaring inside her, bouncing off the collar's magic. Merrie could
feel them as a storm, one that raged against the filters and turned her
thoughts into a blind panic.

Merrie reached out with her mind and send a wave of comfort toward
Fuckhole. The woman look a long, shuddering breath and turned to look at
Merrie. There was a pleading desperation in the look.

Then the magic of the collar took over. Fuckhole's eyes glazed over. Her
body trembled as lust crossed over her face and all the fear melted
away. In her mind's eye, it looked like a blanket had been wrapped
around the raw emotions and muted them, they faded into a dull flicker
of fear. The glow of acidic lust rose up, coursing though Fuckhole's
thoughts as she started to masturbate at the thought of being cropped.

At the same time, Tabitha's emotions rose up. The growing hope and joy
at Fuckhole's terror turned to a disappointed sadness. Tabitha looked
away with a glare.

Merrie realized that she had just ruined Tabitha hope for another chase.
It would have been a short one; she somehow knew that Fuckhole didn't
have the ability to break through the collar like Merrie did, but even
that little flicker of terror had given Tabitha something.

She let out a whimper as she lowered to the ground. She felt shamed for
the unconscious act to comfort Fuckhole. In helping the bitch, she hurt
the mistress. She was torn between which one she was suppose to serve.

Tabitha stretched. "Okay, I think it is time. Useless Cunt?"

Useless Cunt let out a long, shuddering breath. The smell of her
excitement teased the air; she was getting horny at the thought of being
torn apart.

"Come on, let's go for a walk."

Useless Cunt set down her dish and hurried over to Tabitha to join her.
She was eager, almost excited, where Merrie knew that Tabitha needed
fear and terror.

Merrie felt the burning desire to make amends for what she did, even if
Tabitha didn't know what happened. Holding her breath, Merrie closed her
eyes. She plucked through her own emotions as she found the memory of
the terror she felt. She tried to gather all the events from the day
before: running through the woods while clutching her bleeding stump,
the moment when she broke her collar, and even that heart-stopping
pounding right before Merrie stabbed Tabitha in the eye.

In her mind, it felt like thick mud as she tried to gather them
together. If she threw them all at once, she risked breaking Useless'
collar. But, if she could somehow push those emotions over time, it
would help counter the effects of the collar's magic and give Tabitha
what she desperately craved.

Merrie knew she was somehow doing magic, but she didn't have spells or
the knowledge to do it. She felt despair as she watched the two heading
out of the cave. Then, a flash of insight came to her. She pictured a
clock counting down the minutes. She took the thick emotions of fear and
pressed them into the tick marks. A little at first and then larger
globs as the hour passed by. She didn't know if it would work but she
had to try; part of her knew that it was just a silly imagination, a
trick of her mind.

She imagined the clock hanging over Useless' head. She could almost see
it, a large ornate clock like the one she used to look at when she was
growing up. The second hand circled around and the minute clicked into
place over the first glob of emotion.

Useless jerked as the minute hand stopped. There was a brief tension in
her body. Sweat prickled her brow as she looked back at Merrie with
growing fear in her eyes.

In front of her, Tabitha froze and spun around. There was a glare on her
face, but it quickly faded into a curious expression. Her gaze rose up
above Useless' head. For a moment, nothing happened. Then a slow smile
crossed the silfae's face.

She leaned to the side and looked directly at Merrie. Merrie felt an
uncomfortable sensation at the intensity of emotions burning in
Tabitha's eyes, but then the silfae nodded and she spoke as if it
happened every day.

"Good pet."

Merrie's response to her words were as if the collar still worked. A
shiver of pleasure coursed through Merrie's body and she felt it
gathering in her pussy. She had done something, something that Tabitha
could see. It wasn't her imagination. It wasn't an idle fantasy. She had
done magic.

Tabitha turned on her heels. "Come on, pathetic bitch, let's see how
fast you can run."

Merrie couldn't help smiling as she watched the shadows of Tabitha and
Useless Cunt as they headed to the house. Satisfied, she headed back to
her bowl to finish her breakfast.

Dixie blocked her way. The tiny little man was staring at her as he
reached out and pushed the bowl over. It splattered across the floor.
Tendrils of stew flowed back toward the heath and sizzled as it touched
the heated stone.

Merrie whimpered and gave him a hurt look. She tried to crawl around
him, but Dixie took a step to the side to block her again. She whimpered
again.

Dixie lowered himself to the ground as a glare crossed his face. It was
an angry look and his eyes grew an intense azure blue. His lips pulled
back and exposed his bright white teeth. A deep, rumbling growl shook in
his chest.

Merrie froze, her arm held in the air. She didn't know what Dixie was
doing, but she could feel the anger gathering around him. It was a
choking cloud of dislike; it wasn't hatred but something softer, almost
as if he had something to prove. It reminded her of the same thing Sable
did, when she snapped at Merrie, but Dixie wasn't protecting Tabitha or
Bass. It was just him, her, and Fuckhole in the cave.

She took a step back, balancing on her knees. She was afraid because she
didn't know what Dixie wanted.

He took a step forward, the growl growing deeper. His toes dug into the
ground and then he surged forward.

Merrie let out a shriek as she tried to back away, but Dixie slammed
into her.

His hands grabbed her shoulders and he shoved forward.

Merrie was thrown on her back and the impact drove the air from her
lungs. She gasped at the suddenness and stared up at the burning eyes of
the tiny little man. He crawled up on her body, his fingers digging
painfully into her breasts as he positioned himself on her head and sat
down right on her face. His cock and balls ground into her nose and eyes
as he settled into place.

With a start, Merrie realized what he was doing. He was exerting his
dominance. She could feel his satisfied emotions filling him as he
wiggled his ass into her face, grinding his crack against her nose. She
could smell his body up close and almost choked on it.

Merrie slumped back and tried not to fight it. There was something in
Dixie that wanted to prove her was better. She wondered if it was
because she managed to use magic, or that Tabitha called her pet.

A few seconds later, Dixie crawled off her. Merrie scrambled to her
hands and knees, then froze as he growled again. He wasn't done.

Reaching with her mind, she could feel that he wasn't satisfied with
just sitting on her face. He wanted more from her, to prove himself
beyond a doubt.

Merrie shivered with the hunger she felt inside him. It mixed with the
jealousy and the anger, turning into an ugly choking cloud that gathered
around his body. She stared at his face and felt fear coursing through
her veins.

He wasn't playing like Sable. It wasn't the playful dominance or even
the firm guiding hand. This was revenge and it shook her to the core.

Merrie backed away and he stalked after her. His growl shook the room as
he chased her slowly, relishing the fear that continued to rise inside
her. From her vantage point, she could see he was growing hard, his tiny
dick at full mast and leaving droplets behind as they circled around
Tabitha's sleeping depression.

Dixie surged forward again. Merrie let out a shriek. Their bodies hit as
he bit down on her shoulder, his teeth piercing skin. The impact threw
them back toward the fires and Merrie wrenched around to avoid burning
herself. Her collar dug into her skin as Dixie scrambled on top of her
and bit down again, his teeth bright red from her blood.

Desperate, Merrie screamed out. "No!"

The collar sparked and electricity slammed into her. Every muscle in her
body tightened as is arced over to Dixie. His teeth scraped against bone
as he clamped down harder. His hands tore into her breasts, squeezing as
the spasms of magic crashed into him.

She couldn't breathe as she flopped on the ground. She recovered quickly
and scrambled to her knees. Still backing up, she could see her hair
slowly sinking back down after standing on its end.

Dixie shook himself. Then suddenly she was staring at his burning azure
eyes. Instead of discouraging him, somehow her cry had added to his
anger. He pulled back his lips to snarl. The connection between him and
Tabitha suddenly grew visible as a pulse of power coursed down it.

Merrie felt dread as she felt the power gathering around him. It
crackled the air. A moment later, the energy came back and poured into
him. His body shifted and grew, swelling into the massive wolf-like
creature form. The constant growl grew louder.

Next to her, Fuckhole let out a cry and flung herself into the niche.
Her fear was palatable as Dixie's hatred.

Merrie couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She had to defend herself
against so much hatred, but she had no weapons. She pictured herself
hitting him, or using the collar again. Her breath quickened as the
seconds stretched past.

Dixie charged. The wolf jumped over the center sleeping area. His teeth
clamped down on the end of her right arm as he hit her, throwing her back.

Panicked, Merrie screamed out again to set off her collar. "Stop!"

As the electricity slammed into her, she felt every muscle spasm again.
Dixie's teeth bore down and she felt a crunch of bone breaking. But as
she writhed on the ground from the effects of the collar, Dixie seemed
untouched by it.

He flipped his head over, using her broken arm as a lever and threw her
face-down into the ground. Merrie couldn't move in the seconds after her
collar went off, but she felt his teeth clamp down on the back of her
neck, pulling her up and throwing her against the sleeping niche that
Fuckhole cowered into.

Just as she was regaining control of her body, Dixie slammed into her
from behind. His cock, huge and swollen, jammed at her ass as he clamped
down with his fore-paws around her hips. He thrust forward, trying to
find some hole to fuck. His jaws released her neck as he shoved down;
the tip of his cock scraped against her pussy and got caught on the fold
of her sex right above her clitoris. He drove forward and she cried out
as it popped out and he tore his swollen dog cock down the entire length
of her pussy.

Merrie pushed at the wall digging into her breasts. Her severed arms
skittered uselessly against the stone and she sobbed as she tried to
escape. As Dixie continued to try fucking her, she lashed out with her mind.

It had no effect in the storm of emotions that burned inside him. He
tried to thrust again, the claws on his paws digging into her skin. His
cock thrust forward again but missed. It left a wet smear against her
spine as she felt his length measured against her body. He was almost as
long as Bass, but where she hungered for Bass' cock, she feared Dixie's.

Suddenly, a bowl crashed down on Dixie's head. Stew splattered down his
body and the hot liquid splashed down on Merrie's back. She looked up to
see Fuckhole shaking as she knelt in front Merrie with empty hands. Her
fear was already fading from the collar's magic, but there was a
kinship, a desire to protect Merrie.

Dixie growled as he lifted one paw on the edge of the niche. Merrie
momentarily forgotten, he crawled over Merrie's prone form as he got
into the niche.

Merrie couldn't move as she felt her regeneration charm finish healing
the broken arm. There was a sickening crunch as the bone set itself back
into place and sealed the fracture. She was helpless to do anything
besides watch.

Fuckhole sobbed and backed away. Her eyes were wild with fright as the
massive wolf came after her.

Dixie's cock smacked into the side of Merrie's head as he got fully into
the niche. His form blocked the entrance as he snarled at her.

Fuckhole's emotions spiked and for a moment, the collar looked like it
was going to crack. Her entire body shook with her sobs as she flailed
back, trying to push her back through the stone wall to escape. A hot
stream of urine poured down her legs as she sobbed in fright.

Merrie stared up and felt a flash of anger. Dixie had no right to
terrify the bitch. She didn't know what to do, so she did the first
thing that came to her. She pulled back and punched Dixie in the balls.
It hit him with a dull thud and he let out a gasp. She punched him again
and again, trying to force him to stop.

Dixie snapped at her arm and she pulled back. Scrambling on her knees,
Merrie backed away as Dixie spun around in the niche. His snarl filled
the room and Merrie felt her heard pounding in her chest.

There was no question about it, he was going to hurt her.

Merrie prepared herself to defend herself. But, when he jumped off the
niche, she was surprised and barely got her hands up to defend her
before he slammed into her. He shoved one arm aside and snapped at her
throat. She managed to smack him, but her arm hit the hard bone of his
skull.

Before she could move, Dixie threw her other arm aside and bit down on
her breast. Agony slammed into her as she felt the teeth punching into
the delicate flesh. She let out a high-pitched scream as she tried to
pry him off, but she couldn't get a grip with the blunt ends of her
arms. She couldn't stop him.

Tears pouring down her cheeks, she tried kneeing him in the neck, but
her knee just impacted with the hard bone of his ribs.

Dixie didn't even budge.

He let go of her breast and tossed her aside.

Merrie hit the ground and rolled over. As he rushed forward, she tried
to hit him again, but he just shoved her arm away and bit down on her
thigh. Blood spurted out even as the healing magic spread over Merrie's
body, healing it as fast as he was biting her.

She tried to hit him again, but he just shoved her arm or leg away and
bit down. It became a rhythm. Her useless attack was followed by a
bright pain of a bite. Her body glowed yellow-green as the healing magic
filled her from the inside. Even thought it left her skin unblemished,
the magic didn't stop the pain or the sheen of blood that covered her body.

The attack went on forever as Dixie's anger raged around her. She kept
trying to defend herself, to stop his attack. One swing caught him in
the side of the head, near his eye. He snapped out and caught her arm
with his teeth. As it dug in, she screamed out reflexively. "Stop!"

The collar burst into light and her world turned into a flash of agony.
Muscles tore as she felt it slamming into her. She couldn't move, she
couldn't breath.

Dixie was untouched by the power. He yanked her arm to the other side
and Merrie was flipped over on her stomach. Her weight crushed her
breasts into the ground.

She was stills struggling to breathe when she felt his furry paws grab
her hips and haul her to her knees. His cock thrust forward, smacking
wetly against her buttocks. It caught in her hole.

The world slowed down as Dixie's fierce joy crashed into her.

Merrie gaped as she tried to regain her body, but there was nothing as
he shoved forward. His cock tore into her ass with no foreplay or
tenderness. It was just a brutal rape as she felt the slick member
tearing into her dry ass. It punched deep in the first thrust. It had a
blunt tip but swelled up in the middle.

As it ripped her open, Merrie let out a scream of pain.

He didn't pull back, but she felt his muscle bunch up. With another
thrust, he shoved his wolf cock deep into her rectum, right up to the
swollen knot at his base. It was huge as it smacked into her straining
anal ring.

Dixie's paws dug into her side and he jammed it forward. Powerful
muscles shoved his knot against her tortured ring. It couldn't stretch
wide enough but the flash of pain coursed through her.

Merrie cried out again, but it only encouraged Dixie. He pounded into
her, his cock buried deep in her ass and his knot punching against her
sphincter.

He growled as he continued to rape her. His furry hips driving into her
ass as she felt the knot pounding for entrance. Magic gathered around
him and she was dimly aware of a pulse of energy going through his
connection to Tabitha. She dreaded what would happen next.

It came back and his body rippled. She felt him growing larger, his cock
swelling inside her depths and stretching her insides. Pain filled her
as the knot continued to grow larger, but when he thrust forward, her
entire body jerked with his increased stretched.

Merrie pawed at the ground, her legs and arms useless.

He slammed into her, each thrust a punch into her ass. She felt the ring
tearing from the impact. And then, with a flash of agony that blinded
her, it tore through the ring and she felt the cock bury deep inside her.

She let out a scream of agony as she felt it lodged inside her guts. The
magic of her collar flashed yellow green. With terrifying clarity, she
felt the healing magic repairing her damaged sphincter, tightening it up
with Dixie's knot caught inside.

Dixie began to thrust. His entire body shoved her forward as he tore
into her. His cock was a swollen brand inside her guts, searing her as
he jerked forward.

And then, through all the pain and agony, she heard it.

(I'm the fucking alpha!)

He thrust forward hard and she was dragged along.

(You are my bitch!) Dixie's voice echoed in her head as he slammed his
cock deep into her again.

(I am better than you!)

He continued to rage at her, thrusting with every thought that echoed
through her mind.

Merrie sobbed as he fucked her, raped her. She could feel him venting
his anger and jealousy into her. There was so much bitterness and hatred
in him and he seemed to be trying to punch it into her body.

The magic healing was her curse as it sealed over her wounds. When it
worked to heal the damage to her ass, it felt as if it was molding her
rectum and intestines around his cock, forming a tight glove for him to
tear into.

Dixie continued to pound her for an eternity before he finally reached
an orgasm. Merrie froze as she felt his huge cock swelling and then the
hard jet of his cum flooding her guts. He came again and again, swelling
her belly from the volume of cum he poured into her insides.

She sobbed as the pressure built inside her but there was nothing,
utterly nothing she could do. She slumped to the ground and felt
satisfaction radiate from Dixie. Burying her face into the hard-packed
ground, she waited from him to withdraw, desperately wanting him out of
her body.

He tried once, but the knot sealed them together. It prevented his cum
from escaping either and the pressure added to the shame, humiliation,
and pain she felt.

Dixie loomed over her, panting with his efforts. The minutes passed as
he held it there, relishing in her discomfort. She could feel his
emotions with their close connection, the need to prove himself and the
jealousy he felt toward her.

And she was helpless to stop it. Every thing she could do to defend
herself ended with abject failure. He toyed with her when he could have
taken her at any time. No matter how much she had punched and flailed at
him, he took it. Even using the collar, which worked the first time, was
useless.

Merrie started to cry. The pleasure that came with being helpless came
with a price.

She stopped in mid-sob as she felt him growing harder. Dixie was
suddenly interested in her again. He shifted back into place as he
hooked his paws around her hips and pulled her back up.

He gave a test thrust. It sent a flash through her stuffed guts and a
slosh of his cum that filled her. A flash of joy rose up and he began to
pound back into her.

(You're my bitch and don't you forget it.)

**

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