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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 29: Broken Promise
by t'Sade

Grange was no longer Merrie's trainer, but he wasn't done with the
others bitches in the mill. And his next victim is one very close to
Merrie's heart: Sama.

(FF magic rom, MF viol nc sn)

**

Merrie rubbed her arm against her face to wipe the sweat burning her
eyes. She was sitting in the middle of the great hall, surrounded by the
pack, and staring forward as the trainers gave orders. It was like the
first puppy show, but the differences were immeasurable. The commands
were faster as was the bitches response. It was almost like a march as
the commands snapped out and two dozen naked bodies obeyed without
hesitation.

(And send them down like the pathetic bitches they are,) Tabitha's
thoughts were playful and hazy with a slight beer buzz. She had three
deep wounds on her chest and shoulders, one of them that left a dark
line from her right nipple down to her hip. It looked painful, but the
only sign that she was uncomfortable was the sixth beer she downed in
rapid succession and the occasional scratch. She didn't bother with a
shirt and her small breasts stood as if her injuries were a badge.

Obeying commands wasn't hard, since Merrie knew they were coming, but
she didn't want to obey them immediately. If it was just her and the
alphas, she would be trying to respond as fast as she could. But, in the
larger group, Merrie realized that she didn't need to win a gold.
Everyone knew she was almost as good as the two alphas, that she was
already special. And if Sable and Dixie purposely didn't win, then
neither would she. Some other bitch deserved the gold for the show.

"Lie down!" snapped Tabitha.

Merrie watched as two dozen girls hit the floor. She admired the tight
asses and tails wagging in the three rows in front of her.
Three-quarters of them all had tails now and all but four were cropped.
Sama was one of the uncropped bitches and she sat in front of Merrie.
The weeks of fucking, exercise, and submission eroded at the softness of
Sama's body, just like the others. As far as Merrie could see, they all
had been transformed by their enslavement. All of them had firm asses
and taut bellies. And there was a raw sexuality in their movements, a
hunger for orgasm and pleasure that gnawed at their cores.

She casually lowered herself to the ground and rested her chin on the
wooden surface. The smell of her perfume, Crystalline Rose, tickled her
senses and she felt the heat growing. Borias surprised her by asking
Bass for the bottle. When the mage spritzed it on her, she almost came
from the memories.

Bass stepped forward. Merrie couldn't hear his thoughts, but she knew he
was going to ask them to roll over and she fought the urge to obey
immediately. Sable, on the other hand, flipped over and spread her legs
before he even opened his mouth.

There was a brief flash of a smile and a pulse of love as he admired
Sable, but then the smile dropped as he barked out his command. "Roll over!"

As a wave, the bitches rolled over and spread their legs. As Merrie
rolled over, she smiled at the sight of shaved and trimmed pussies, all
of them flushed with excitement. It clung to the air, the smell of
hunger and longing. She plastered her back against the ground and spread
her legs. In her mind, she could feel all of them except the alphas.
Like their bodies, each mind was bright with lust and desperate for
those two special words.

"Good girls."

The pleasure sparkled across the mental stars and Merrie shivered at her
own pleasure. The collar didn't work for her, but seeing the pleasure
filling the minds of the bitches brought her a sympathetic swell of
pleasure. It pooled in her pussy, an inferno of sex and desire.

(The alphas and the beta,) it was Piffin's thoughts coming through
clearly, (will be respond slower by a heartbeat. They will lose points
because they are losing on purpose. And Bass doesn't care. All right,
and now the order to beg.)

In a surge of playfulness, Merrie surged to her knees and spun around.
Lifting her arms, she brought herself into the perfect alignment to sent
a hard flash of lust coursing through Piffin.

He stood there, mouth open and a stunned silence across his thoughts.

Merrie's pussy dripped with the intensity of his desire for her.

"Piffin?" Bass asked.

Piffin stared at Bass and then back at to Merrie.

She let out a bark to encourage him, arching her back in the precise way
that brought his cock to full attention. She could see it straining
against his trousers.

Piffin blushed hotly and shook his head. "B-Beg."

Borias laughed. "Never be seeing you falter before, Pif."

Piffin snapped out, "Good girls," without looking at the results and
hurried to the back of the room.

"And you," Borias said as he stepped forward and pointed to Merrie,
"behave."

Merrie wiggled her hips. She was dripping again, the hot juices of her
excitement rolling down her thigh. She wanted him, she wanted Bass. She
wanted all of the masters except for Grange.

Grange remained in the corner with a glower on his face. His left arm
was wrapped up clear to the shoulder and his face and bared chest were
covered with fresh scars and scratches. When he entered the room, he had
a limp. From what Merrie heard, Rendi couldn't heal it as quickly
because the shattered bone took time to set.

Fortunately for Merrie and everyone else, Grange shoved his two bitches
into the center of the room and promptly retreated to the corner.

She could still feel his thoughts in her mind, but they were muted by
Borias' shield. (This is all a fucking joke. Damn that Bass and his
stupid rules. Just get me my fresh bitches and let me go. I need to
break in a fucking cunt.)

Merrie whimpered at the vile that burned in his thoughts. It tasted
bitter on her tongue and she blinked back the tears.

"Cunt," said Borias, "you be joining us?"

She looked up and noticed everyone else was on their knees, asses in the
air. It was like a present position, but facing the trainer. With a hot
blush on her cheeks, she got into position, careful not to look toward
Grange.

"Good girls," Borias said and a ripple of pleasure filled the room. He
looked directly at Merrie and mouthed her name.

Merrie whimpered at the pleasure ignited inside her. It slammed into her
and she swayed as the orgasm tore through her senses, driving up along
her skin and spin until stars exploded across her vision. She gasped for
breath and tried to calm her trembling body.

"All right," Bass announced, "I think we have enough for a winner for
tonight. Rendi, want to finish scoring?"

Merrie settled back into place, kneeling on the back of her shins and
rocking her hips in the afterglow of her orgasm. In front of her, Sama
was panting softly and her brunette tail wagged slowly. Her buttocks
flexed as she shifted into place. Her pussy was glistening with her
juices and Merrie could tell that she was playing through a particularly
sexy memory with Thorn.

Grinning, Merrie broke ranks and crawled forward. She could feel Borias'
eyes on her as she crept up to Sama, then wrapped her arms around her.

Sama jumped at the touch, then let out a whimpering moan as Merrie
kissed her shoulder, then her neck. She bared her throat and Merrie
lifted her body to run her lips against her neck. Pleasure rippled
through her body and Merrie felt it filling her. (Oh, right there, just
a little nip. Please? Right there. I wish she could her me. Damn this
collar.) It was the voice that Merrie hadn't heard since the first day
they were kidnapped.

Merrie parted her lips and gave Sama a nip right where the bitch needed
it. The intense flash burned at her senses and she bit again, enjoying
the trembling body underneath her skin.

Sama's tail wormed her way between Merrie's legs. The short hairs of her
tail tickled Merrie's sex. Merrie spread her legs further and the Sama's
tail tip dragged back and forth along Merrie's slit, teasing the
opening. (Can you hear me, Merrie? That was her name, right? Merrie? She
can read my mind, I hope.)

Breathing deeply, Merrie shoved one arm down between Sama's sex and
rubbed against the slick lips. She nipped at Sama's ear and mouthed,
"Yes." Then, as an idea, she tried to push out her thoughts. (Yes.)

Sama shuddered and then let out a moan. (Thank you. I need help. Can you
help? Can you talk?)

A faint frown tickled Merrie's eyes. She squeezed closer and kissed Sama
on the shoulder. (What's wrong?)

(I'm scared, Merrie.) Images of Grange rose up in Sama's thoughts. There
was only two trainers Sama had not been assigned to and Grange was one
of them. She turned to Merrie, tears in her eyes. (Grange scares me. I
don't want to be his.)

Merrie squeezed her tight, holding her and resting her lips against
Sama's neck. (I know.)

(He hurt you, didn't he?) Memories welled up, of Merrie flailing on the
ground, clawing at her neck as she choked on Grange's rope. It was the
day she passed out. The memory continued of Bass jumping across the
room, armor slamming into place before he swung his fist through the
wall and into Grange's face.

(Yes,) Merrie said and buried her face against Sama.

(What do I do?)

(I don't know. I can't stop him. He's a trainer.)

(What did you do?) Sama asked, trying to find some hope. (How did you do
it?)

Merrie struggled with words. She didn't know how to tell Sama about the
pain, the agony, but also the longing. She couldn't explain how she
survived Grange without the pleasure that was inherent in her own
abilities as a beta. Unable to formulate it, she did the second best
thing: she projected her memories.

Sama let out a whimper and tensed up.

Merrie pulled back, but Sama shook her head sharply.

(No, no, please let me see it. Please, show me how. Merrie, I need to
know to know. It will help, it will!) A memory rose up from Sama's
childhood, of her older brother kneeling next to her as Sama clutched
her broken arm. He had the same color hair but there were scratches on
his face. It was his words, not clearly remembered but the intent came
through. He was telling Sama what happened when he broke his arm, the
pain but also how the bone-setter put it back. He went into detail about
his healing and promising she would be healed in the same way. It gave
her hope that the pain would end.

(Please, Merrie, you can hear me, right? Give me hope? Promise me that
the pain will end. Please?)

Merrie knew what to do. She let her own memories come back and started
with the first words they shared.

("I'm Merrie.")

Sama leaned into Merrie as Merrie relived the memories of the mill, from
the first time Bass raped her to when she realized she was something
more than just a bitch. As her world became a series of submission and
orgasms, so did Sama's. Sama's mind grew bright with pleasure, almost as
bright as the supernovas of the two alphas.

They reached Merrie's time with Grange, but there wasn't even a whimper
as Merrie relived every whipping, every beating, every choking. She was
raped by Grange once again and Sama shared in the memory, sobbing and
whimpering as she clutched to Merrie.

Merrie reached when Cock Diver and Pillow Chest stood up for, protecting
Merrie for the last few hours. Merrie sobbed into Sama's shoulder as the
last few images slipped from her mind.

In the silence that followed, they both panted for breath.

(I love you,) came Sama's thoughts, (I loved you every time you eased
the pain, every time you projected--that's what you did, right?. When it
got too hard, your thoughts were there, encouraging me, helping me. You
were just like Sable, but I knew that you were also like me.)

Merrie opened her eyes, but she couldn't seem to see anything. (How do
you know it was me?)

Sama reached around and kissed Merrie on the lips. She twisted around
and ran her gloved arms around Merrie's waist. (I pictured you. No
matter how far away, no matter what it was, one moment I was thinking of
you and everything got better.)

(I-) Merrie let out a shuddering sob, (I just wanted to help.)

(You did.) Another kiss, then Sama broke it to work her lips down to
Merrie's neck to nip at the sensitive spot between her neck and
shoulder. (And I love you with all my heart.)

Merrie was floored by the intensity of Sama's love. It was almost
palatable as it wrapped around her.

"Um, you two be okay?"

Merrie jumped and looked up at Borias. He was leaning over the two of
them, a concerned look on his face. Sheepishly, she nodded but didn't
let go of Sama.

"It be time, pretty girls." He sighed and reached down to stroke Sama's
cheeks. He whispered softly, so low that Merrie could barely hear him.
"I be sorry, Tits, but Grange has you now."

Sama whimpered, but then she took a deep breath. With tears in her eyes,
she got into a begging position and gave out a bark. The same
determination that drove Merrie now drove Sama.

Borias looked surprised, then his eyes focused on Merrie. There was a
curious look on his face, then a nod. "Good girl, Merrie."

Merrie blushed and looked away.

She felt Grange as he came up, the anger wrapped around his heart like a
cloak. He grabbed Sama by her collar and hauled her away

Merrie forced herself to watch as Grange hauled Sama and Seven out of
the room.

(Merrie!) Sama's thoughts were fading with the distance.

Reaching out for her, Merrie clamped on to Sama's thoughts and held her
close even as Sama was being dragged up the stairs.

Sama's thought swam through Merrie's mind. (Be there for me, please?
Help me when it hurts too much? I know you can't always be there, but...)

Merrie reached out for Sama, knowing that Sama couldn't see her. She
sniffed and projected her answer. (If you need, just call me.) It was
the same thing Sama's brother said when he took her to the bone-setter.

The rush of love washed over Merrie as Sama was finally drawn out of
range and her thoughts faded.

"Don't worry, Merrie," Borias said, "Grange be brutal and an ass, but
she'll be okay." He didn't sound convinced himself. "And Tabby and I be
asking Bass not to keep him next year, but the boss has promises to be
making and promises to be keeping."

Merrie nodded with trepidation, then peered around to see what girls
Borias got. A few steps behind him, Anal Cookie and Twenty-Seven were
nervously sitting. With a smile, she sent out a pulse of comfort and
both of them relaxed. Getting on her wrists and knees, she crawled over
and kissed both of them.

"So, you two be nervous about me?" Borias asked as he walked up behind
Merrie.

Cookie looked at Merrie and Merrie nodded for her to answer. She looked
up, gulping nervously, then gave a bark.

"About all those rumors about me peeing on you?"

Twenty-Seven barked and looked a bit green.

"Well, they be true. And my cooking tastes like shit."

Both of them looked frightened and to Merrie.

Merrie gave a sheepish shrug, then sent out an strong wave of pleasure
and comfort. She glanced up at Borias, who was looking at Tabitha who
laughing as Dixie and Sable wrestled in the center of the room. She
lowered her gaze to the other two, then projected. (It isn't real, but
it really tastes like shit.)

Both of their jaws dropped, no doubt hearing Merrie's thoughts, but they
were unconvinced. Merrie regarded them for a moment. Then she thought
about Sable and what the alpha would do. With a grin, she hopped forward
and tackled Twenty-Seven.

Before the naked girl could response, Merrie wrapped her arms around her
neck and licked at her face. At the same time, she let a playful sense
of innocence rise up and surround them. It wore at their own dread and
she was rewarded when Twenty-Seven began to wrestle back.

"Ah, you be playful. You all be wanting a lager before we be going down?"

Merrie nodded and threw herself into a begging position, Twenty-Seven
thumped against her side as she tried to get her head out from under
Merrie's arm. With a grin, Merrie released her so she could beg and bark.

"Come on, pretties, let's get something to drink. A bit of buzz will be
making the dinner go down."

Merrie pushed the two bitches forward as they went to enjoy one last
beer of the night. As soon as he poured a large mug into her bowl, she
spun around to watch the room and settled down to enjoy the brew.

With Grange gone, the mood in the room lightened up and conversation
started. Piffin, Thorn, and Garcon got into a discussion about Franome
politics. Bass and Hilfe started a card game. Rendi spoke with Tabitha
but then drifted to join Piffin and the others.

On the floor, the bitches also relaxed. More than a few were fucking
with tongues and amputated limbs. To Merrie's surprise, Licker was one
of the more popular girls, but there was little doubt. The strange charm
that Tabitha gave her transformed her more into a dog. She had fur now,
covering her from head to toe except around her holes, nipples, and
face. It was only a millimeter or so thick, just enough for a hint of
bestiality. It looked unnatural and strange at first. But, it was still
Licker and her mind hadn't changed.

The charm had also given her two more sets of nipples on the smallest
hints of breasts Merrie had ever seen. They were also sensitive and,
during the pre-show play, Merrie had joined into clamp her mouth down on
one of them at the same time. Licker came from six mouths against six
nipples, plus Sable lapping her sex and ass with enthusiasm.

As if knowing she was looking, Licker peered up from the dog pile on her
and gave Merrie a large smile before Fuckhole straddled her face and
Licker was lost from sight.

"All right," announced Tabitha as she strode toward Merrie and the
others, "get over here bitch."

Merrie wasn't sure which bitch she was talking about, it wasn't her. She
looked around at the others, but it wasn't a girl that Tabitha wanted.
She grabbed Borias and yanked him into the middle of the floor.

"Tabby?"

"Dance with me," she grinned, "bitch."

"I not be-" he stopped as she spun him across the room. There was a
pained look on his face, but it was faked.

Merrie couldn't help but smile as Borias was jerked and pulled across
the floor. There was some skill in both of their dancing, not surprising
given Borias' history, but neither was trying to do anything besides
have a bit of drunken fun.

After nearly a half hour of dancing, their movements grew more erratic
thanks to two more lagers that Tabitha downed. Borias chuckled and
whispered to Tabitha as they came together and spun apart.

"Hey, Bori," called Bass, "going to get a good night kiss? Or is she
just going to hump your face?"

Laughter filled the room.

Tabitha glared at them, but then let out a giggle. She punched Borias
playfully in the arm and he staggered a few steps to the side. "I don't
kiss anyone good night." She turned to smile at Borias. "And if I'm
going to hump him, it isn't his face I'm going to fuck."

Borias laughed freely and the others joined in.

Merrie wagged her tail in her own silent laughter.

(Merrie!)

She jumped at Sama's thoughts. It was distant and muted, but there was
fear and pain burning her thoughts. Merrie closed her eyes and threw
herself out, stretching further than she had ever gone as she sought out
Sama's thoughts.

(It hurts! Please, Merrie, can she hear me? Please, don't let me... I
can't breathe!)

Concern pushed Merrie and she lashed out, catching Sama's mind. As she
connected, the bitch's mental voice came with a rush of sensations.

Grange had Sama bent backwards over the stool, her arms tied between the
legs. Sparks of pain radiating along Sama's shoulder blades and her
buttocks from the painful position. There was fear that she couldn't
move, but her terror came from the cock buried deep in her throat. He
was fucking her with short strokes, pounding her face but never letting
the cock escape from the pressure of the rope around her neck.

Merrie let out a shuddering breath as she remembered herself in the same
position.

(This was the same, right? Merrie, can you hear me?)

(Sama?)

(Oh, thank Madock,) it was the name of a merchant god, (Please be here.
I can't breathe! It hurts. Please?)

Terror resonated along their mental connection. Merrie felt her breath
catching in her throat. She reached out and projected comfort, trying to
ease the growing agony and fear. (He will stop soon. Just hold on. Please?)

(I-I can't,) the choking sensation blasted through her telepathy and
Merrie felt it around her own throat. Merrie shuddered at the sensation,
forcing her mind to send back love and compassion.

(Just get ready to inhale. As soon as he pulls out, try to grab as much
as you can.)

(Okay, but it hurts. I can do this. Just get ready. Please hurry up, I
can't breathe.)

It kept going. The feeling of Grange's cock slamming in her throat made
it hard to see anything but Sama's terror. There was a flash of image,
of seeing the world past Grange's swinging balls where Seven was crying
from one of the cages, his face already bruised and bloody.

(Just a bit more, Sama, please hold on.)

Black motes swam across Merrie's vision. It seemed to on forever with
Grange still slamming into Sama's face brutally.

(M-Merrie? I can't see. I can't... breathe...) Sama's thoughts were
darker and growing distant.

Something was wrong. Even in the infinity slowness of being
throat-fucked, Grange didn't seem to be stopping. As much as she hated
it, she needed to hear his thoughts. She reached out but she encountered
the smooth sensation of Borias' shield. It was protecting her from
Grange but Merrie knew something was wrong. She lashed out with her mind
against the shield, trying to force her way past it.

"Cunt?" Borias called out from across the room. There was concern in his
voice and he stepped toward her.

Merrie gestured for him as she slammed against his shield again.
Desperation fueled her as she clawed for Grange's thoughts. She pulled
back, gathered up all her concern an fear and slammed out with all her
might. It crashed into Borias' shields. There was a crack of something
and she felt Grange's hatred pouring in.

There was a thump on the ground and Rendi called out, "Bori! Bori!"

Merrie couldn't stop to look. She punched at the shield again, using her
emotions as a fist. The shield buckled under the impact.

(I... can't breathe... Merrie...)

Focusing her fear for Sama and remembered terror, Merrie slammed against
the shield. She felt it shattered under her assault and she was free.
Snapping out, she grabbed Grange's mind with all her might and threw
herself into the vile thoughts of the man she hated.

(Kill that fucking bastard! Kill them all! Fuck them all until their
corpses rot in the sun!) He was slamming his hips into Sama's face. He
knew she wasn't struggling anymore and it drove him to pound faster,
trying to find release for the intense anger that seethed inside him. He
had his fingers clamped around her breasts, blood welling out of the
gouges from his fingernails.

And, to her horror, she heard a different voice inside him, the last bit
of sanity left in his rage-fueled mind. It was quiet underneath the
screaming and she had to force her way deeper into his mind to find it.
She could feel herself being drawn in with a hunger to be beaten and
choked. She sobbed past the longing to catch the whisper of Grange's
sanity.  (They won't find her body until Bass breaks every promise he
made. We'll go out the back door with her corpse. Even that bitch
Tabitha won't find it until too late.)

Ice ran through Merrie's veins. Grange wasn't stopping, he wasn't going
to stop. He was killing Sama just to hurt Bass.

She screamed out as she stumbled for the door. She felt the collar
ignite, but she threw herself through the pain, fumbling for traction
against the floor.

(Merrie!)

Merrie clamped on Sama's fading thoughts. She couldn't breathe as she
struggled to focus on the door. Sparks flew across her vision, fading in
and out as the darkness drew across her vision. Her limbs refused to
work and she slammed into the ground.

Terrifying helpless, she felt Sama's mind grow black.

(I love you, Merrie.)

Merrie screamed out with her mind, (Sama!)

(It... isn't your fault...)

And then... nothing.

Merrie screamed out, "Sama!" Her world ignited into lighting as every
muscle spasmed around her. She hit the ground again, her face smacking
against the wooden floor. She regained her senses, but couldn't get her
body moving as she struggled to her face.

She reached out for Sama, trying to find the thoughts of the bitch.
There was nothing. Just a dark hole where the Sama used to be.

Merrie expanded her thoughts, probing the area with her mind. She could
feel Grange's anger still burning bright and Seven's fear. She brushed
against his mind and got an intense image of Grange still pounding into
Sama's face, driving with hard, brutal strokes. Every smack of flesh jet
a bolt of fear through Seven, but he couldn't look away from the rape
going on before him.

But Sama's wasn't struggling against her ropes.

Her eyes no longer saw.

She was dead.

Merrie let out a cry and slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

Bass rushed over to her, but he stopped in mid-step as if someone
punched him in the gut. His gray skin turned white and his knees hit the
ground. His powerful presence suddenly drained away as he let out a
pained groan. Behind him, Sable let out a terrified wail and slumped to
the ground.

"Bass!"

"Boss!"

"What the fuck," snapped Tabitha, "is going on!?"

Merrie couldn't reach the door, but she could do something. She yelled
out even as the collar burned her skin. "Grange!"

Tabitha spun in confusion, but then her bright eyes grew wide. Slamming
her foot on the ground, the magic burst around her as she transformed
into a huge wolf. She shot forward and through the recently repaired
door to the great hall. It shattered from the impact. She slid against
the wooden floor at the base of the stairs and slammed into the wall.
Another transformation shrunk her body into a smaller wolf and she
accelerated up the stairs in a burst of magic.

A heartbeat later, Dixie's wolf form followed after her.

"Boss?" Borias staggered over to Bass.

Upstairs, a crack rocked the floor as Tabitha burst through Grange's door.

Rendi was at Bass' side and healing magic poured from her hands. Runes
flashed across Bass' skin as she gasped in fear, "I can't find the
attack spell, but his heart is tearing. I can't heal him, Bori! There's
nothing to heal!" There was a desperate tone in Rendi's voice. Her neck
clicked as she turned on her son. "Who's attacking you?"

"No, my shields be busted by Merrie... Cunt. She not be attacking Bass."

"Cunt?" Rendi looked over at Merrie who was struggling to get to her
feet, "how did Cunt-"

The entire house shook violently from an explosion. The windows in the
great hall cracked and two of them fell out of their frames. A shower of
wood and glass rained down into the mill yard, follow by a bloody body
hitting the ground.

Grange was back on his feet and his glowing whip snaked out of his hand
as he jumped back through the falling glass. He was covered in blood
from fresh bites. He had a huge bite out of his side and he favored his
left leg as he stared up.

Tabitha in human form landed on the ground. She was naked and covered in
blood, most of it Grange's. Power rolled across her body and violent
spells gathered around her body as she stormed toward him.

"You killed her! You fucking bastard!"

Bass shoved Rendi away as he surged to his feet. "Rendi," he gasped for
breath, "get Tits!"

Rendi nodded and scrambled to her feet. She raced out the door and up
the stairs.

"Boss?" Borias reached out for Bass.

"I'll kill him!" bellowed Bass. He spun around, but didn't head for the
door. Instead, he stormed toward the wall between the hall and the front
yard. Magic gathered around him and there was a brief haze around his
body before his armor slammed into place. The shock wave from his spell
slammed into the wall and cracked it.

Bass snapped his hand out to his side. His great sword burst into
existence, cutting through the air with a crack of air. The magic was
blinding as runes appeared along the blade, starting at the top and
flashing down the blade only to stop at the scorched mark at the hilt.

More magic rolled around him as he braced his foot behind him and poised
his sword to slash through the wall. A rune appeared over his head. More
runes burned into existence as they formed a large circle in front of
him. Each one was a brilliant white. As the they completed the circle,
there was a flash and the entire wall of the great hall exploded out
into the yard. Bass was already charging before the wood hit the ground.
He jumped up with another spell and shot out of sight.

Grange swore as he looked up to watch Bass' leap, and then threw himself
to the right as Bass came down.

The sword slammed into the ground and everything within ten meters
exploded out. Magic crackled the air as Bass swung out in a low sweep of
the two-handed sword, but Grange jumped over it.

The blood-red whip snapped out and wrapped around Bass' neck. Smoke rose
up as the armor blackened, but Bass lashed out with a fist. He caught
the whip in his gauntleted fist and yanked back.

Grange let go of his whip and it burst into flames before it faded.
"Feeling a bit weak, paladin?"

Bass gasped for breath as he shook the flames off his gauntlet. "Why?"

"Because you are weak." Grange's eyes flashed. He snapped his wrist and
three flaming daggers appeared. "Hey, Tabitha! Want to break a few more
promises for Bass?"

Both Tabitha and Dixie froze from where they were circling around to
attack from behind.

Grange flicked his wrist and the three daggers shot out toward the great
house. Merrie could see that they were aimed for the naked women on
their hands and knees in the great house.

Borias swore and clapped his hands together. The air hardened in front
of one of the daggers and it hit it like a wall.

Air rushed into the great hall as Tabitha raced inside, knocking one
dagger aside. Dixie jumped off her back and caught the third one,
rolling as he hit the ground. Flames licked his muzzle before he spit
out the dagger.

"This is our fight, bitch," snapped Grange, "keep out."

Tabitha spun and growled, the air shaking from her anger.

Grange threw three more daggers at the bitches and then reformed his
blood whip.

Bass surged from the ground with a two handed blow. Grange stretched the
whip between his hands. Bass' blade stopped before it could cleave
Grange in half. The force of the blow threw Grange back through the
shattered glass and wood.

"Face it, Bass, we're equal in power now that you broke your precious
promises. You couldn't even save one useless, fucking-"

Grange's voice died in his throat as Bass growled. It was a deep, primal
noise that shook the air. Power beat in the air, squeezing down on
Merrie's body as she saw it rise up inside the thriban. Bass held out
his hand, palm facing Grange.

"You really think so, Grange?"

Grange brought three more flaming daggers into existence. "She can't
save all of them." The daggers doubled as he threw them past Bass and
into the gathered bitches. One of them was aimed directly toward Merrie
and she couldn't move in time as she saw the point rushing toward her eye.

There was a flash of movement and magic, but Merrie was locked into
place. She saw the point growing larger and she felt a terrible twisting
in her stomach. She couldn't move with her limbs frozen in fear. She
wanted to, but there was nothing she could do.

And then Merrie couldn't see as Sable stood in front of her. There was a
meaty thunk as the blade slammed into Sable's side and a splatter of
blood whipped across Merrie's face.

Merrie whimpered and stared in shock as Sable. The dark-haired bitch
gave her a sheepish grin, completely out of the place from the horror of
what was happening, then turned to brace herself for another attack.

Bass' body shone from the inside with a brilliant light as he stretched
out his armored fingers. Swords appeared in the air around him. One,
then three, then dozens. The dozens became hundreds with each of the
bright white blades aimed directly for Grange.

A look of surprise crossed Grange's face. Then there was a palatable
fear filling the murderer.

Bass clenched his hands and a thousand swords shot forward.

Grange snapped his whip in front of him to block the swords for his face
and chest, but other blades sliced into his sides and arms. Blood
splattered everywhere as he staggered back from the blows from hundreds
of cuts. More swords slashed into him and he twisted to the side. For
every one he knocked out of the air, three more sliced across his arms,
legs, and chest. One blade punched into his leg and he collapsed to his
knee with a thud.

Bass charged forward, the great sword glowing from the inside.

Grange choked out a word that Merrie couldn't hear.

Bass stumbled to a stop, his blade millimeters from severing Grange's
neck. He gasped for breath as he stepped back. The armor creaked as he
lowered his blade.

Grange yanked the blade from his leg and struggled to his feet. Blood
poured down his leg as he sway for a moment. Then, a faint healing magic
rose up and stopped the bleeding. It wasn't as powerful as Rendi's
power, but it was enough to keep Grange alive.

Merrie didn't know why Bass didn't kill him.

Still growling, Bass pointed to the forest behind Grange. "You have one
hour."

"As you promised."

Tabitha's thoughts burst throw Merrie's mind, (Fuck that!) She charged
forward with a snarl on her lips. Dixie charged from the far side of the
room.

Grange smirked and limped back, "Behind you, paladin. You have a promise
to keep."

Bass spun around and his mind was filled with humiliation and regret.
And then, to Merrie's surprise, he grabbed Tabitha by the back of her
neck as she shot past him. Magic flashed as he yanked her back. Her
speed picked her off the ground and he swung the huge wolf high over his
head and slammed her down into the ground behind him.

(Mistress!) Dixie turned in a flash of anger and charged for Bass with
bared teeth.

Bass threw his sword into the air and it exploded into a white light.
Haze appeared around his hand as a tower shield formed into place. Bass
slammed it into the ground just as Dixie crashed into it. The impact
threw a cloud of dust in all directions.

Dixie jumped to his feet, magic pulsing between him and Tabitha.

Bass stepped forward and backhanded the wolf.

The impact cracked bone. Dixie's body flew back into the great hall and
into the wall next to Merrie. The force of the blow cracked wood and
Dixie slid down the wall to land in a sprawl of fur and legs.

Tabitha tried to charge after Grange, but Bass stepped in front of her.
The impact rang out and she bit down, slicing through the metal armor.
She clawed at his chest, her body growing as magic poured into her.

Dixie groaned as he got to his feet. He braced his feet against the
wall, but then Sable was in front of him, growling.

For the first time, there was no joy or playfulness in Sable's eyes. The
knife wounds in her side was still bleeding and it left a sheen of red
against her naked breasts and sides. She wasn't frightened or in pain.
There was no hint of the sheepish smile she gave Merrie. Instead, there
was an intense presence of something dangerous. It beat against Merrie's
heart and she was more frightened than she thought possible.

Dixie snapped out, biting the air centimeter's from Sable's face.

Sable began to glow from the inside. Magic poured into her as the
connection between her and Bass grew solid. It wasn't a flash or a pulse
like Dixie's power, but a steady stream of power that kept pouring into
her. It filled her until her bones glowed from the gathered energy. She
pulled back her lip as her canines grew into fangs and the air grew hazy
around her. (Do you really want to hurt my master, bitch?)

Merrie whimpered at the presence behind Sable's mental words. It was
overpowering and echoed endlessly inside Merrie's head. It sounded
masculine and feminine, a mixture of Sable's thoughts and Bass' voice.
The very force of it shook her to the core.

Dixie's eyes widened and he began to shake. His attitude changed
instantly as he dropped to the ground in humanoid form. He cowered
against the ground as a puddle of pee formed underneath his hips.

Outside, Bass pulled Tabitha from his chest and grabbed her by the
throat. He slammed her into the ground. When she snarled and snapped, he
picked her huge form off the ground and slammed her down again. The blow
left an impact crater in the hard-packed earth.

"Stop!" he roared.

Tabitha rolled away and changed back into a human. She remained on her
feet and hands, her lips pulled back in a snarl. "What the fuck is wrong
with you! That fucker," she gestured to the rapidly retreating man,
"killed one of my bitches!"

Bass' helm disappeared. "He has an hour, and then you can hunt."

"An hour!? You should have let me kill him there! I had him!" Tears
flashed in her eyes, "I could have killed him and you know it."

"And," Bass' voice was quiet, "what about Borias!?"

Tabitha shook a fist at him. "What about him!?"

"His geas."

Tabitha froze. Her fist began to shake as the anger boiled inside her.
She glanced over her shoulder at Borias, then back to Bass. Snapping to
her feet, she screamed out at top of her lungs. "Fuck the ancestors!"

Stepping back, she pointed to where Grange had disappeared. "Fifty-seven
fucking minutes and I kill that bastard!"

Bass shook his head. "No."

She tensed up. "Don't you dare stop-"

"Fifty minutes. From the point Tits drew her last breath."

Tabitha spun on her heels. "Dixie! Get the hunting gear!" She burned
with anger as she transformed into a wolf and raced toward her cave.

Dixie crawled away from Sable, never looking away from her. He
transformed but held still. His bright eyes bore into Sable as if
waiting for permission.

Sable broke their gaze and looked to her master.

Relief flooded through him and Dixie raced after his mistress.

Shaking herself, the power inside Sable dissipated as she rushed over to
Bass.

Bass slumped to the ground, his armor already gone. Panting heavily, he
clutched the ground for a moment, then lifted an arm for Sable to worm
her way underneath it. He looked old and frail as he stared at the
ground. Tears ran down his face and splashed on Sable's before sliding
to the ground.

"I promised," he sobbed. "I promised no one would hurt them."

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