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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 32: Caught
by t'Sade

Merrie got caught outside of Borias' room, but how do you punish a sex
slave? You can't fuck them anymore because that is their life. But, with
a collar that brings them to a knife-edge of pleasure, orgasm denial is
the cruelest punishment there is.

(MF spank denial magic bdsm cons)

***

Merrie was once again in a familiar place: naked in a cage and desperate
for an orgasm. She shifted her body to ease the pressure on her wrists
and put her weight on her knees. Her back scraped against the top of the
cage and she arched it to press her shoulder blades to the top and
relieve the strain on her lower spine. Her tail snapped back and forth,
bouncing from one bar to the other to distract her from the maddening
itch inside her pussy.

She let out a long shuddering breath and for the umpteenth time in the
two days, she backed her pussy against a well-worn bar and ground her
clitoris against the warm metal. The pressure was on the edge of
pleasure and pain but she pushed past it to slap her body against it,
drumming her pussy against the bars.

The lock rattled with her movement. On the other side, Anal Cookie
glanced up at Merrie, gave her an apologetic look, and dove back down to
her bowl. Twenty-Seven was choking on hers next to her, the look of
disgust on her face almost painful as they struggled with Borias'
special foods.

Merrie could see the magic in their meals. The same flowered energy
glowed inside them, spreading out as they ate. Tiny motes of energy rose
up from their bodies, drifting up and past the two bowls of beer that
was their reward if they finished before the clock rang out.

She wanted to help them. Merrie reached out with her mind, but her
thoughts bounced back against the smooth resistance of Borias' shield.
She wanted to crack through it to reach out for the two bitches, but she
didn't dare. The raw connection she felt with Borias frightened her, the
hungry desire to cut herself still haunted her dreams.

Whimpering to herself, Merrie returned to banging her clitoris against
the metal bar, a steady thumping as she tried to find some way of
reaching an orgasm. When that didn't work, she rocked her hips back and
forth and ground her sex against the bar. Her toes dug at the slate
floor outside of the cage for balance. She wanted to cum, she needed it
so badly she could scream.

"Can't be doing it, right?" Borias sat down next to her. He wore a pair
of black shorts and nothing else.

She stared at his cock, half hard against the fabric, and panted. She
lowered her body to the floor of the cave while keeping her pussy tight
against the bar. The pleasure of having it slid the length of her slit
ran through her senses, but never brought her closer to an orgasm.

"That be the collar." He watched the two other bitches as he spoke,
"That be the first spell me mother put on it. If you could cum yourself,
you wouldn't be looking to the other bitches for comfort. Or to your
trainer for commands."

Merrie threaded her tail between the bars so she could slam her body
against the bar. With every impact, a flash of pain coursed up her body
but there was just the hint of pleasure in it. She ground her nipples
against the towel on the bottom of the cage and pounded harder.

"You never be coming, Merrie."

Merrie whimpered and looked up at him. She was desperate. She licked her
lips and let out a long, gasping bark. She could feel her juices
dribbling down the bars and used it to slide back up and down; she knew
every fold of her pussy as it ran against the metal.

Borias glanced over to her and smiled. "Frustrating, isn't it?"

She nodded.

He reached into the cage. When she saw his fingers reaching for her
nipples, she lifted her body. His touch was electric and she let out a
long, throaty moan. She shivered as he caught her nipple.

Borias twisted hard. Sparks of pleasure and pain slammed into her,
running along her heated skin and through her veins. It puddled in her
pussy, a throbbing heat that threatened to push her over the edge.

Merrie stretched out her arms, the stubs of her wrists pushing out of
the cage as she ground her breast into his hands.

Borias shook his head and pulled back his fingers. As soon as he was no
longer touching her, the magic of the collar clamped down on her
pleasure, forcing her back from the crest of pleasure.

She let out a wail of frustration and desperation. The cage rattled
around her as she slammed her body against the bar, crushing her
clitoris. The pleasure was there as was the pain, but neither would push
her back to the edge.

He stroked her through the cage, sending little sparks of pleasure
coursing through her skin. She leaned into him and rubbed her pussy. His
touch made the pleasure more intense and she jerked violently against
the metal as she masturbated.

She just reached the crest, that heartbreaking moment when she would
finally explode into an orgasm and he pulled his fingers back. The
collar's magic slammed down on her, yanking her from ecstasy and she sobbed.

"You be desperate to cum?"

She nodded frantically, still rubbing her body against everything she
could. He returned his fingers to her nipple and twisted hard. She let
out a cry of pleasure and pounded her body against the bars.

At the dish, Twenty-Seven sat back with a gasp. She had a sick look on
her stomach. Anal Cookie stopped eating a few seconds later, but her
face was smeared from the speed she ate. Twenty-Seven sighed and crawled
over to start licking Cookie's face.

"See, they be comforting each other. I be worried since you might be
helping them, but I got this cage shielded. It's the most I can do to
stop you."

Merrie whimpered as she looked at him in confusion.

Borias chuckled and grabbed her other nipple, twisting it hard. "You be
making everyone's job easier, but I also be making sure they be good
slaves after you be gone. I didn't realize what you be doing to the
bitches until last night."

She tensed. She thought she knew why she was in the cage--Borias woke
her up when she was sleeping outside the door to his room--but his words
gave her a doubt.

Borias released her nipple and trailed his fingernails down her sides,
teasing her flanks.

Merrie whined with frustration, the pleasure teased her senses and she
desperately needed to come. She slammed back on the bar.

"No, no. You be not doing that."

Merrie froze, trembling with the effort.

"Now, if you not be moving until I be finishing, you be coming."

She inhaled sharply, shaking. She gulped and nodded. The heat in her
pussy was already growing into a liquid inferno. She felt it like a drug
coursing through her veins.

"Me mother's collar be having a lot of magic in it. It be making you
horny all the time. It also be punishing you for speaking. She be
putting in some defensive and offensive magic. It also be monitoring
bitches like you. So, we keep track of how afraid you be, how angry, how
depressed."

Merrie struggled to understand his words. She tensed up her arms and
back and fought the urge to slam her clitoris against the bars.

"When you be detecting something with magic, you be measuring it. So,
there be this guy named Tarabin who identified emotions. T5 be fear and
T3 be anger, for example. And there be this other guy, Crow, who came up
with strengths of emotions. You be following me?"

She shook her head, then let out a gasp as he slid his fingers along her
buttocks. His fingertips teased the base of her tail and she let out a
sob of frustration as she fought to remain still.

"Well, let be taking the T5, fear. Being scared of the dark is maybe...
4 crow. 5 crow if they be really scared. Charging horse? 6-ish. About to
be executed be getting you up to 10 to 12 crow. Each 'crow' be almost
twice as much as the one before it. So, scared about death, call it 10
to 15. k?"

His pinky finger slid down her crack to tease her asshole. She started
to push back on it, but forced herself still. She could feel him
circling around her tail and around the opening of her ass, brutally
teasing her slick opening. The smell of her pussy was strong around her,
a teasing reminder of how desperate she was.

"Now, Crow be not a good guy. To understand it, he be wanting to know
how much fear you be taking before you die. Scared to death, you know.
So, he be scaring pretty girls and boys until they die."

Merrie shivered at the brief image that welled up, of Borias cutting a
girl in half with a butcher knife.

"He be executed for 'crimes against humanity' but he be figuring out
that you heart be stopping around 30 to 40 crow. You not be handling
that much fear. Now, bet you know where I be going?"

She shook her head with a sob. His fingers were sliding up and down her
slit, easily dragging through the juice slick folds. She could feel her
body tensing up for an orgasm, but he pulled back his fingers just as
she reached it and the collar dragged her back down.

Merrie closed her eyes and the tears ran down her cheeks.

"Pleasure be T6," he said with a smile.

She bit her lip and wondered if she could keep holding still. Every part
of her body screamed to lash out, to try futility masturbating.

"Soon, Merrie-"

She gasped at her name and it added to the growing frustration and
desperation.

"Mother's collar be measuring all of the Tarabin axes. It be keeping the
last six months so me and she can be checking on it. There also be
suppressors to bring you down from too much fear or anger. And boosters
when we say 'good girl' or the other commands."

Merrie's mind latched on to his words. She was starting to understand
him. She remembered the acidic taste of the artificial pleasure. She
missed the sense of helplessness, but at the moment the pleasure of
desperation was making every moment hell.

"So, when I be checking your collar after you be cropped, it be broke.
It broke because the collar not be designed to handle more than 50 crow
on the T5. Why should it? You heart be stopping if you got that much."

She looked over to him and he was watching her.

"You know the peak on your T5? What be breaking it?"

Merrie shook her head.

"130 crow. There only be three spells that can be doing that. What you
felt... well, your heart should be exploded. So I be thinking that Tabby
really scared you. But, you... lovely Merrie," he slid two fingers into
her sex-starved sex. It filled her to the knuckles and she clenched
around it.

She moaned loudly and fought every urge to shift.

"Last night, you be projecting emotions. I didn't know you can be doing
that, but I saw the filters on Twenty-Eight go up. And then I saw it.
You be breaking the collar by overloading it. Now, since you can't be
feeling that, it be meaning that you can project more than your heart
can feel. And that be how you broke my shields when Grange be-"

She tensed and looked away.

"He be killing himself, he just not be knowing it yet," he finished
darkly. "Be Tabby or the boss, one of them be helping him commit suicide."

Borias pulled his fingers from her sex and brought them up to her mouth.

She looked down at the juices dripping from his digits, the milky film
looked like cum, but she knew it came from her own lusts. She opened her
mouth and let him slid his fingers into her mouth. She moaned at the
taste of her pussy and lapped at his digits to clean them.

"So, you be ready to come now?"

Merrie nodded, her lips clamped around his fingers.

"Then," he said with a smile, "there be one last thing. Did you see me
and Tabby?"

Merrie's heart pounded in her chest. She looked up at him with fear
burning inside her. She glanced over to Twenty-Seven and Anal Cookie who
were suddenly paying attention to her. Merrie turned her gaze back to
Borias. A shuddering ran through her body.

He was smiling, but there was something behind his eyes, something that
wasn't joy or happiness. It was a hardness of a master, a man who could
easily put away his compassion to punish her.

She wanted to lie and say she didn't. She wanted to crawl away or beg
for mercy.

Merrie grew aware that Borias was still touching her, but his other hand
was reaching up. Trembling, she followed it but it was under her neck,
wrapped around her collar. The fear rose higher, mixing in with a
desperate hunger.

"Fear be T5," he said simply.

Caught, Merrie blinked at the tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath
and gave a hesitant nod.

He raised an eyebrow. "What be that?"

Merrie nodded more confidently now. The thrill rose inside her, she
would be punished again. Not just for being outside the room, but for
violating Borias and Tabitha's privacy, for being an intruder.

"I not be happy with that, you be knowing."

Another nod.

"Tabby needed that to be private. And you be violating that privacy."

She sniffed and gave another nod, dreading what was coming.

"And you be punished for that."

Merrie looked around the cage and whimpered. She couldn't take more days
without an orgasm. She hungered for sex just as much as the cum, and a
bowl of cold cum and slimy crap did nothing to satisfy her.

"No, no, we not be doing the cage for this." He reached out and opened
the cage. "Come out, Merrie."

Her name was a leash. She slithered out of the cage, her body shaking as
she tried to imagine what punishment Borias would give her. As soon as
she crossed the threshold, her empathy came back to life and she felt
the curiosity and concern in the other bitches. She gave them an
apologetic look.

"You no be projecting with the bitches."

Merrie snapped her head back to stare at Borias.

He got up and dragged a chair to the center of the room. Setting it
down, he twisted it against the stone floor before letting go. "Trust be
important, Merrie. And you might be an alpha and special but you know I
must do this."

Tears burning her eyes, Merrie nodded.

"You be a bad girl."

It felt like Borias had jammed a knife into her gut. She let out a sob
and dropped to the ground. Her limbs didn't work as she stared at the
chair, dreading it.

"Come here."

Merrie shook her head even as she struggled to her knees and wrists. She
didn't want to come, but she couldn't resist either. She had to obey, he
was her master.

"Now," commanded Borias.

Still crawling, Merrie made her way to the chair. As his gesture, she
crawled up on it and laid down across her. The one edge crushed her
breasts and her ass stuck high in the air.

"Spread your legs."

Body hot with anticipation and her mind terrified, Merrie spread her
legs. The weight of her body bore down on her thighs and breasts.

"If you be moving, then we be starting over. K?"

Merrie nodded.

"Bitches bark, they not be nodding."

Another shuddering breath. Merrie looked and saw the other two bitches
watching with curiosity and trepidation. She swallowed and felt sick to
her stomach. With a gasp, she barked once.

"And you no be talking, the collar shocking you, k? You must be earning
the words again, k?"

She barked again.

"Now, you bark once for every stroke. You be giving two barks when you
be getting one for every year Tabby be lonely. No two barks, we not be
stopping. Too early and we be starting over. And do you know why?
Because if she be catching you, she still be lonely and I not be liking
that."

Merrie frowned, then her eyes widened as she realized the number. Tabby
had gone fifty-seven years without a cock. She let out a sob and her
body trembled. She shook her head violently. She couldn't handle
fifty-seven strokes.

Borias' hand smack down on her ass. It sent a shot of pain slamming
across her senses. "Bitches not be shaking her head either." His voice
never rose, but there was a hardness in his words.

Merrie sobbed and clutched as well as she could to the legs of the
chair. She gulped and let out a bark.

"Not be fast enough, we be starting over." His hand came down, the palm
cracking against her ass.

She jerked forward. Her weight crushed her nipples and she whimpered loudly.

After a two-beat pause. "No bark. We be starting over."

Merrie cried out, her body tensing as the hand came down on her right
cheek. The crack of flesh on flesh shot through the room and both
Twenty-Seven and Cookie jerked at the noise. It took all of her effort
to let out a bark.

"That be one."

When his hand came down, Merrie let out a frantic bark. Her nipples
ground into the side of the chair and she desperately wanted to shift
her body.

Borias grabbed her collar with his other hand. It dug into her throat
and the pleasure of helplessness filled her. He held her down as he
cracked his hand across her ass again.

Pain radiated from the impact and she could feel her buttock growing hot
from the impact. She choked on her bark.

The hand came down again. She jerked into the collar, cutting off her
breath as she let out another bark. The pain was mixing in with the
inferno inside her pussy, the pleasure and agony swirling together. She
found it hard to breath and squirmed against the chair.

"If you be coming, we be starting over."

Merrie whimpered and looked at him pleadingly. He was holding her
collar, she couldn't feel the magic dampening her pleasure.

Borias shook his head, then smacked her ass hard.

She almost forgot to bark. With a flush, she squirmed and let out a
high-pitched bark.

He spanked her hard, his palm striking every part of her ass. She could
feel heat radiating out from it. The agony of the strikes continued to
mix in with her pleasure, pushing her higher and higher until she could
barely see straight.

She almost missed the change when he pushed himself up to his knees. The
next blow came between her legs, his palm striking her pussy lips with a
crack. Agony slammed into her and she let out a scream from the
surprise. Her collar ignited into an electrical storm, but Borias didn't
even budge. She could feel his shield shedding off the lightning,
protecting him from the magic.

Muscles shaking, she strained to force out what she hoped was a bark.

Borias thankfully waited until she regained her senses before he smacked
her ass again. His fingers curled along the curve of her buttocks and
she shivered at the smack of his fingertips against her abused pussy.
She could feel her juices soaking his fingers when he pulled back.

He continued to punish her, hands striking her ass hard and fast. She
didn't know when he came up between her legs until she felt his palm
cracking against her bare sex, but the scream that tore out of her
echoed in the room.

She was hot and slick, desperate to come and nothing was stopping her.
She tried to think about Grange or Tabitha, but her desires to be their
victim and prey only added to eh pleasure. Desperate, she pictured
herself in the wagon on the first day, terrified, but then she
remembered Bass sitting across from her. The memory of his cock pushed
her dangerously close to an orgasm.

Borias' hand came down against her ass, sending bright sparks of pain
across her senses.

Her stomach tightened as the inferno threatened to explode inside her.
She clutched at the chair, desperate to find anything to prevent herself
from going over the edge. She bore down on the collar, choking herself,
but the pressure against her throat only added to her torturous pleasure.

"No barking?"

Merrie let out a frantic bark.

"Good, we be done?"

Merrie sobbed.

"You be right." And the hand came down. Blow after blow until her ass
was red-hot with the impact. Everything felt raw, from her two cheeks to
her abused pussy. She wanted to come but didn't dare. Her rising crest
of pleasure had became knife-hot and torturous.

It hurt to breathe. She couldn't take his blows anymore. She tried to
find something she could think to stave off her orgasm. She couldn't.
Everything about her world was pleasure now. Every person, every item
was centered around her sexuality. She was a sex slave and it had been
ingrained into her very core. She couldn't escape. She didn't want to
escape.

His hand came down on her pussy with a hard blow. It threw her forward
into the collar and she almost came as the metal dug into her throat.
She let out a gurgled scream as her pleasure finally sparked. She could
feel it, the rush of pleasure, the stars swimming across her vision.
Merrie couldn't stop from orgasming.

Desperate, she gathered up all her pleasure and threw it away. She
didn't know if it would work, but anything to stop from coming.

Across from her, both Twenty-Seven and Anal Cookie's eyes widened. Their
bodies grew tight and then both slumped to the ground. In her mind, she
felt their orgasm igniting as stars in a field of darkness. As the two
lights grew brighter, the pleasure drained out of her.

Another smack on her ass.

She barked as she pushed out hard, forcing the pleasure from her body.
More bitches exploded into an orgasm as it rippled out. She felt
Twenty-Eight coming, then Cock Diver, then Seven and Throat Fucked. Each
one exploded into pleasure as the muted sounds of their orgasms came
through the walls.

Merrie let out a gasp as she slumped against the chair.

And then a supernova exploded. It was Sable and her orgasm came rushing
back toward Merrie. It was a wall of pleasure and ecstasy, redoubled by
the alpha's pleasure and there was nothing Merrie could to avoid it.

Merrie tensed up and let out a single sob before it tore into her.
Liquid pleasure flowed through her veins, tore through her
consciousness. She strained to pull back, to prevent an orgasm, but then
everything cracked and she was consumed by it. She let out a long wail
as the orgasm took over her body, turning every fiber of her being into
a singularity of ecstasy.

She was barely aware as the rest of the bitches orgasmed around her,
they were just motes of light against her own supernova of pleasure. It
overwhelmed even Sable's light as she came.

And came.

And kept coming. It just wouldn't stop. She couldn't do anything besides
being torn apart.

And Borias' hand kept coming down against her ass and pussy, spanking
her with hard, unforgiving strokes. She felt his fingers against her
ass, her tail, her pussy. Every one drove the pleasure until she felt
herself being torn from her body and cast adrift.

It was only an eternity of pleasure when she heard Borias speaking.

"Coming back, Merrie?"

Her name was an anchor. With a slurping sensation, she felt herself slam
back into her body. Cracking open one eye, she shuddered as orgasms
continued to course through her body. She was still coming and sparks of
pleasure danced across her vision.

She was on her back and in his bed. She blinked, then let out a gasp as
another orgasm ran through her.

"You be barking twice now, k? Otherwise, we be starting over."

It took all of her effort to bark. She was weak and helpless. She tried
to move her limbs, but she couldn't push herself off the bed.

"One more," he said with the compassion and humor back in his voice.
"One more bark."

She gulped and managed to gasp out a final bark.

"You be coming?"

She nodded with an exhausted smile.

"And you not be sneaking out of the room again?"

She shook her head as she panted for air.

"And you be a good bitch?"

Her body was slick with sweat and her pussy juices. Orgasms still ran
down her spine, sending tendrils of pleasure through every part of her
body. She stared up at him and a smile crossed her lips. She let out a
single exhausted bark.

**

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