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(Apparently this was never posted, sorry it isn't in order.)

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 39: Advantage Taken
by t'Sade

The county fair has been going on for hours and it is nothing like
Merrie expected but everything she had been trained for. She had been
stroked, touched, and fucked by dozens of strangers. But, even as she is
used by anonymous people enjoying their only chance with an alpha, there
are more sinister plans for her talents.

(M+F+ oral anal cons ws bond magic D/s)

**

It was coming up on noon and the sun baked down on the county fair.
Around the pavilion, the heat shimmered off the crops, ground, and even
the half-naked bodies of the fair goers as they strolled up and down the
aisles. The smells of fried meats and sweet treats permeated everything,
mixing in with the scents of pussy and cock.

Merrie was face-down in the center of the pavilion, moaning into the
grass as a complete stranger rammed his cock into her cum-slicked ass.
He was short but thick. Nothing compared to Bass' immense shaft. Even
with his smaller size, she enjoyed every thump of his hips against her
buttocks and the death-grip he had on her tail. With every stroke, he
would yank up and send bolts of pleasure and pain coursing along her spine.

She could read his mind as easily as a book. He had no shields and their
physical contact laid his mind bare to her senses. She knew that he
couldn't afford her and he knew it. But, he wasn't different than the
dozens of other men and women who fucked her. They just wanted the
once-in-a-lifetime chance to fuck an alpha.

Merrie reached out with her mind and slid through his thoughts. He
wanted her to whine and shove back on his cock. She relaxed in his
desires, letting her body respond to his needs. She jammed her arms into
the ground and pushed back, matching his rhythm perfectly so there was
never a chance his cock would ever escape her ass.

He gasped with surprise and his cock grew harder. The wet slurping of
his penetration filled her ears and she came around the shaft pounding
into her ass.

At least this one didn't insist on pulling her ears while he fucked her.
She found very quickly that it hurt as much as having them stroked felt
good, not unlike having her hair pulled. But, everyone had hair and only
bitches had ears. That drew everyone's attention and her head ached from
the constant tugging.

(I see,) came Haviston's thoughts through her pleasure, (that you have
triggered three lessons already.)

Merrie didn't need to concentrate on the man fucking her. She let her
mind drift through her memories before answering. (Three? I only
remember two,) she sent a pulse of discomfort, (scenes.)

Amusement. (Some triggers result in a subconscious improvements, mostly
to fill in the gaps that your instructor would show by example. Only the
lessons that require you to be conscious of a skill will involve your
grandfather's "private" lessons.)

She clamped down on the man's cock as she struggled with her growing
discomfort. She didn't like what Haviston did to her memories and she
dread the next time she found herself on her grandfather's lap.

(Don't worry, Merrie Golddother, I'm not able to concentrate enough to
give you the discomfort you deserve.) An image of Bass lecturing
Haviston behind one of the wagons rose up through her thoughts. The
thriban was furious as he towered over Haviston's short frame. (I'm just
bored of listening to his hypocrisy.)

Behind her, the guy groaned and yanked up on her tail. The pressure sent
a bolt of pain, but the bright glow of his orgasm pushed away the
discomfort. He slapped his hips tight against her ass and gave her a few
short, ragged jabs before he came inside her.

Merrie moaned in the right places, pushing back as she enjoyed the feel
of his throbbing cock and the hot liquid filling her bowels. (Hypocrisy?)

(The lecture they gave you about using mind control on the bitches. I've
seen what spells they have on every item in that mill. There is no way
anyone on their hands and knees could retain their personality and will
without being remarkable in some manner. It is the same thing as mind
control, just using Rendi Kivas' alteration magic to change their bodies
instead of affecting the mind directly. Wait a second, he needs me to
give a short response and I have to pretend to pay attention.)

The stranger pulled out. "Oh, the Three Gods, that was amazing. I can't
wait to bid on you."

He was lying, but Merrie still spun around into a begging position. She
parted her lips mouth and barked once.

The man stared down at her and his cock twitched. With a soft moan, he
stepped forward and she took his slimy length into her mouth. The taste
of cum and her own pussy smeared across her tongue. She hollowed her
cheeks and sucked on it, enjoying as the length grew hard against the
roof of her mouth.

(Now he is starting round four,) resumed Haviston, (only two more to go.
The problem with reading minds is that you know what is coming. But,
there is nothing I can do but listen to him prattle on about ethics and
morals. And this is coming from a man who gets off fucking amputated
girls and tearing them open on his cock.)

(But what I did was wrong.)

(No, what you did was make them worried that you were being corrupted by
my influence on you.)

Merrie gulped at the cock, bobbing up and down before mashing her face
into the stranger's pubic hair. She felt his cock jerk against the back
of her throat, splattering her insides with a few weak jets of cum.

(And they panicked when they saw you use that spell.) Amusement and
pride resonated between them. (But, instead of treating you like an
adult and an alpha, they continued their lies and forced you to believe
you had did something wrong. Pathetic, really. Both them for using his
Presence and you for not being shielded enough against it.)

The stranger pulled his cock from her mouth and she dragged her lips
along the bumps and ridges so it came out clean. Stepping back, he
pulled his pants back on and fled into the crowds.

Around her, the rest of the bitches were being touched, stroked, and
fucked just like her. Cock Diver had her head between the slats of the
fence, licking the ass of an older woman while the woman's husband
fucked her pussy with short, frantic strokes.

Haviston used Presence as something specific, not just to describe Bass'
charisma and personality. (What do you mean by Presence?)

Haviston was bored as he projected his thoughts. (Paladins are holy
warriors who aggressively spread the word of their gods. They're sent
into hostile environments against overwhelming odds. Their purpose is
not really to defeat evil or save the masses, but to lead by example and
convert said masses into worship of the paladin's god. However, not
everyone really is opposed to be lead by dictators or handing over their
cutest daughter for a few weeks of hard fucking before marrying her off.
Some of those daughter look forward to being properly gang-banged before
settling for someone who paid their dowry. You also have the inevitable
traitor, people who play both sides, and the handful of assholes that
every community has. Presence suppresses all of that so the morons
cooperate with the paladin so evil can be defeated.)

Merrie remembered how Bass would stop arguments by somehow magnifying
his presence. It was a suffocating feeling but she couldn't tear her
attention away from him when he did it. Her mind drifted back to how
Sable forced her to look at her as she was being scolding for the mind
control spell.

(In powerful warriors, their Presence can also force cooperation not
just reduce betrayal and conflict. I always imagined it came with some
sort of dramatic background music and maybe a montage in those painfully
drivel magazines you used to read as a teenage girl.)

Ass Licker crawled over, a smile on her lips. She wanted to clean Merrie.

Merrie turned around and got back on her knees, spreading her legs
apart. Cum dribbled down her lips but Licker caught it before it
splashed from her labia.

The tongue against her pussy felt good and Merrie gave an honest moan of
pleasure as she pushed back against Licker's lips. The teenage girl knew
exactly how to please Merrie and she forced her tongue deep into
Merrie's wrinkled opening to lap at the cum inside.

Merrie closed her eyes to enjoy it. (She forced me to agree?)

(To be ashamed of your natural ability, actually. A form of agreement
like smacking a petulant teenager.)

To her surprise, Merrie didn't feel angry or upset. Instead, she felt
dead inside, as if she was in shock. (Why?)

(Because you questioned both Bassimar Sarmo's love for her and
threatened her pack. She's been lying to you ever since she first opened
her mouth.)

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

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

//Sable kissed her and her own eyes sparkled with tears.//

//Merrie repeated herself, lips moving against Sable -(TM)s.//

//"Because it would kill him."//

//The words ran true, said with Sable -(TM)s mind and body. Merrie didn -(TM)t
understand, but she could feel Sable -(TM)s conviction in the words. She
wanted to ask more questions, but Bass came crashing through the grasses
and Sable scrambled off Merrie. She sat down next to Merrie who
struggled to get into a begging position. Merrie didn -(TM)t know if it would
help, but begging for forgiveness seemed like the right thing to do.//

Merrie gulped at her suddenly tight throat. (She lied to me?)

(Of course. She is a hypocrite just like her master.)

(But, Dixie said---)

(He told you that Bassimar Sarmo would die in a few short years, didn't he?)

(Yes...) Merrie gasped as she recalled what Kessler said just a few
short hours before. (Kessler said Bass would live for centuries.) Things
became to click together. (That is why Dixie said something about
Kessler ruining something. He lied to me also, didn't he?)

Haviston projected a paternal pride. (Took you long enough. They
manipulated you and trained you, broke you and cropped you. They just
had to do it differently than the others because of what you are.)

(Why?)

(You're a bitch. You may be a special one, but your home is not at the
mill. You are money and fame and nothing more.) Haviston's monotone
thoughts echoed in her head.

Merrie leaned back into Licker's mouth but she didn't feel the
teenager's tongue or even the soft breath of Licker's breath against her
sex. Instead, she struggled with the dull feeling in her chest. It felt
like Haviston's hand was wrapped around her emotions, holding them back.
(Shouldn't I be upset or something?)

More amusement. (Very perceptive. You should, but I'm not going to let
you. Not yet.)

Merrie gasped, her body growing cold. (Why?)

(Because I paid my debt to society. I spent ten years in Abbinkey for my
crimes and then another twelve years three months trying to claw my way
back into respectable society. I finally found a home that would accept
me. But, I still owed Rendi Kivas a year and a day of my life. I just
hoped she would never call me on it, but the Kivas family was never
lucky. When she came, she didn't give me a chance to deny her. In less
than an hour, I was forced to abandoned everything I fought for just to
help you.)

He paused for a moment to answer a question to Bass. When he returned,
his thoughts were dark. (I don't like you, Merrie Golddother. I don't
love you or respect you. I don't think you are beautiful, sexy, ugly, or
nauseating. You are just another human mind in a weak body. Your skills
and powers are powerful, but you are simply not worth the last
thirty-one years I just lost.)

Emotions behind to filter through his thoughts, the first time she
experience what went on beyond the deadpanned voice that echoed in her
mind. They were sharp, knife-edged feelings that had a clarity that the
other alphas didn't have. (I'm going to use you just like Bassimar Sarmo
and the others did. But, I'm going to let you know what I'm going to
make you do because there is nothing you can do to stop me. You are not
going to be upset, frightened, or sad until I decide you are. You will
not feel anger or rage until I think it will have the most impact to
ensure you never, ever return.)

Merrie wanted to be scared and angry, but Haviston had wrapped her
emotions in a thick spell. She couldn't feel anything except for the
muted sensations of Ass Licker's tongue in her ass.

(You are going to be a good bitch today. You are going to have fun, get
laid, and bring a lot of people joy. And then later this afternoon, you
are going to be sold and you are never going to come back here again. I
don't care who your new master will be and it doesn't matter. Merrie
Golddother will not be the reminder of everything I lost. It is the only
way I will be able to tolerate this year and a day that I am obligated
to serve.)

(They were going to sell me.) She tried to cry, but couldn't.

(True, but Bassimar Sarmo still has feelings for you and I need to
ensure that he will not decide to "accidentally" keep you. Hold on, he
is about to storm off.)

Bass strode through the pavilion, his face calm but his emotions
seething. "Sable, let's go for a walk and see if we can bring in more
customers."

Sable bounded from the crowds, her face slick with pussy juices. Even
with her shortened arms and legs, she somehow drew the attention of
everyone as she passed by. After Haviston mentioned it, she couldn't
help but wonder if she was using Bass' powers even now.

Behind her, a woman struggled to push her skirt back down in place as
she glowed with a recent orgasm. Her mind was bright with the pleasure
and Merrie felt her regarding the rest of the bitches as she decided to
buy one.

Haviston strolled in Bass' wake, his hands behind his back and a smug
look on his face. He didn't look at Merrie, but she could feel his
attention against her thoughts. (Presence is subtle and difficult to
detect. It also penetrates shields like your natural talent which is why
it is affecting you and not me. Try to look away from them and pay
attention to how much you want to follow them with your eyes.)

Merrie crawled away from Ass Licker enough to turn around and stepped
back to kiss her. As they caressed, she tasted the stranger's cum on the
teenager's lips.

(You're looking at them again.)

Merrie realized that she was watching from the corner of her eye. She
knew where they were as Bass and Sable as they worked their way into the
crowds. As they passed, people turned and watched with curiosity, lust,
and unconscious desire.

Moments after they left, she found that she could focus her full
attention on Licker. She smiled and broke the kiss.

Licker smiled back and licked her lips. She was feeling self-conscious,
not as a female on the ground, but as a bitch who needed an orgasm.

Merrie could do that. With a grin, she bumped into Licker and sent the
desire to wrestle across the pavilion. She picked out the bitches who
weren't fucking or being inspected.

Licker's eyes brightened as she lunged forward. Her small breasts
crushed against Merrie's face as she wrenched Merrie to the side.

Merrie didn't resist. She flipped over and spread her legs as Seven dove
between her legs. Merrie's arms flailed around with mock-helplessness as
Licker struggled to mount her face.

More bitches joined into the pile and their naked bodies slid against
each other as Licker finally got her crotch poised over Merrie's head.

With a sigh of pleasure, Merrie reached up and lapped at Licker's
hairless slit from asshole to clitoris and back.

Licker slid down and plastered her body against Merrie's mouth.

Merrie closed her eyes and lapped harder, enjoying the mouths that had
clamped on her pussy and breasts. One arm was being guided into the wet
hole of Pillow Chest's pussy. She also felt Anal Cookie working the
smooth end of her arm between Merrie's buttocks. She was going to slide
it into Merrie's cum-slicked ass. Merrie arched her back to give her
access, then moaned as the hard end slipped inside her well-trained hole.

Haviston's words burned in the back of her head for a long moment, but
she let it slide away as she lost herself in the pleasure of being fucked.

A half hour later, Merrie was leaning against the fence as a teenage boy
and his father shoved their fingers into her pussy. The father cupped
her breasts with his other hand, rolling her nipple between his
fingertips. She moaned in the touch, enjoying the feeling of being used.

Around her, the others were enjoying themselves, their minds bright with
anticipation and lust. Piffin was guiding them through commands and
Merrie was relaying his thoughts to them so they obeyed with the speed
of an alpha. It was cheating, but Sable wasn't around to lecture her.

Just as she was reaching an orgasm on the probing fingers, she felt a
new bitch start to walk down the lane toward the pavilion. Merrie
focused on the bitch as she came, her mind's eye focused on the bright
thoughts as they drew closer. She wanted to look but she couldn't as she
was being fingered. With a gentle push, she sent a hard pulse of
pleasure into the boy and his father. Both of their minds grew bright
with orgasm and they slipped away, blushing as they moved to cover their
pants.

A little girl, maybe eight years old, burst out of the crowds and ran
into the pavilion. She had black hair and bright eyes. It wasn't the
first child Merrie saw at the county fair, but the first that had ever
ventured into the pavilion. The little girl spun around and her red
dress fluttered around her hips before settling down. "Nana!? Nana!?"

Two more children, two girls and a few years older than the first,
joined her as they looked around. They were beautiful children, but they
were out of place in the fenced-in area of sex slaves.

And then their mother came into view. Merrie got a brief glimpse of
thick, black hair and large brown eyes before she realized the woman was
glowing with powerful magic. Gasping, Merrie sat down and stared at the
energy. It started at her knees and completed her long, slender legs.
The bare skin looked like flesh, but Merrie could tell that it was
nothing but hundreds of complicated spells woven together to give the
impression of flesh. Her arms were the same way, giving her form when
the bones ended at her elbows.

She had been cropped.

Merrie's heart pounded in her chest. She never considered that a bitch
could walk again. She blinked and focused on the woman's throat, where
she wore a leather collar with a tag poised right above the "V" of her
cleavage. She knew what it would say, even though she couldn't read it:
Ebony.

Ebony was curvy with an accented hourglass figure. Her breasts strained
the black leather vest she wore and her white cotton dress caught on her
wide hips. The embroidered red trim fluttered with her movements. She
was alluring in the same way all the bitches were; there was an
undercurrent of desire in her mind, a constant hunger to be fucked that
would never go away.

She smiled and turned away from the pavilion. She held out her hand and
older man took it. She pulled him closer and gave him a kiss, her mind
burning with love. She broke the kiss and peered over his shoulder.
"Come on, Cassis and Rayne."

Two boys, twelve and ten, followed behind her. The younger one was
staring wide-eyed at the bondage slaves next door as he held his hands
over his erection. The older one looked nervously at the pavilion, his
face pale and dripping with sweat.

Merrie watched as the mother guided the two boys in the pavilion before
she looked around.

Borias caught sight of the newcomers and a broad smile crossed his face.
"Ebony!" He vaulted over Seven and rushed over to sweep Ebony into a
tight hug.

Ebony's mind flared with fear for a moment, then she relaxed. She hugged
Borias back and kissed him on the cheek. "Bori, it's good to see you. Is
mom around?"

Merrie gasped as she identified the woman: Sable's daughter. Sixteen
years ago, Ebony was on her knees and hands, crawling around as a bitch
with the same dull thoughts as the ones around her. Memories Merrie
picked up from Bass and Sable overlaid with the elegant woman in front
of her. She remembered how she looked when Bass first impaled her pussy
on his cock, or the feel of her body against Sable's as the mother
comforted her daughter. There were more, ones that she didn't remember
seeing before, and they flashed across Merrie's mind in a storm of sex,
submission, and love.

Borias stepped back. "No, she not be here. She and Bass be walking
around to show off the pretties."

"I-Is," she gulped, "is she okay? I heard that she got hurt."

"Yeah," he nodded, "she be safe now. It be nasty for a while, but you be
knowing your mother and Bass. They be coming out on top."

Ebony let out a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods. I was so worried. I
can't believe you found another alpha. And that," tears glittered in her
eyes, "that Grange tried to kill mom."

"Is that why you be here?"

Ebony nodded and pulled her husband closer, clutching his arm tightly.
"It had been a few years since mother came around to visit and I thought
it was time for Quin," she gestured to the little girl who was squatted
in front of Seven as he was being licked out by Snapping Pussy, "to see
her grandmother again." She raised her voice. "Quin, don't touch."

Quin stood up and sprinted over to her mother. "Mama! She's licking his
asshole!"

Ebony's older boy squirmed and looked away with a blush on his cheeks.

Ebony smiled broadly, but her eyes flickered with a much different
emotion: longing. "Yes, honey, I know."

"Why?"

"Because that is what they do. They are bitches." There was no hiding
the sad, haunted quality in her voice.

"Like Nana?"

An uncomfortable feeling spread across Ebony, but she kept it off her
face. "Yes, just like Nana." She lifted her gaze up to Borias. She made
a little gesture toward the wagons. "Could you? Please?"

Borias nodded. "I be asking Tabby to get her now."

At Tabitha's name, fear burned brightly in Ebony's mind. She turned away
and nodded. "Thank you, Bori."

Borias headed straight for Tabitha who was glowering at people from the
side of the wagon. Dixie was at her feet, leaning against his mistress
as he glared back at Quim who was pointedly staring at him.

The little girl whispered loudly. "Mama, that boy has pointy ears!"

Dixie's lip pulled back. (I hate human children.)

Merrie couldn't help but smile at the innocent, young girl. (Those are
Sable's daughter's?)

(Ebony was bought by Claus.) He pictured the older man next to Ebony.
(Like some pathetic wimp, he fell in love with her and decided that she
was too good to be just a puppy slave. But, when my mistress crops a
bitch,) pride filled his thoughts, (they stay cropped. He petitioned to
his gods to bring back her limbs, but they wouldn't. So, he blew most of
his fortune to get those spells crafted so she could walk again.)

Dixie got up and crawled under the wagon. (Waste of a good bitch, I say.)

Quim inched closer and peered under the wagon. "Where are you going,
bitch boy? We call him a bitch, right? He does everything you say?
Right? Right?"

(Can I eat her?) snapped Dixie.

Borias finished talking to Tabitha. "Thank you, Tabby."

"Anything," Tabitha glared down at Quim who was leaning on her leg as
she peered under the wagon, "to get away from the... the..."

Borias grinned. "Womb farts?"

Tabitha glared at him. "I only called Cassis that once."

"And Bass be bitching you out." The smile grew wider, "But, if Bass and
Sable be playing with the little ones, then you can be sneaking out to
join in the blood games. They start in about twenty minutes."

Tabitha smiled as a growl rumbled in her chest. "Deal."

She yanked her leg free of Quim and transformed into a wolf. Underneath
the wagon, Dixie did the same.

Quim squealed with joy, clapping her hands even as she tumbled back on
her rear. "They turned into doggies!"

The two wolves shot out in different directions. Merrie suspect it was
to ensure one would escape the little girl's attention.

Quim looked around for a moment, got up, and headed back to her mother.

Borias followed and took them to the pile of supplies. He dug into the
boxes, looking for something.

Ebony fretted as she looked back at the bitches, a longing filling her
before she tore her eyes away and focused on her husband. She smiled and
hugged him tightly.

"Here you be going, no touch markers." Borias held up a handful of
brightly colored woven bands. He turned around and sat on the ground.
Quim jumped into his lap and he started to tie it over her upper shoulder.

"Not around the neck, Bori," whispered Ebony.

"I be knowing. Your little ones will never be bitches." He glanced up at
her. "Not as long as me or Bass be breathing."

"Thank you. Cassis, Rayne, come here." When her two older sons approach,
she tied bands around their arms. "Remember, this is Blood County. If
anyone asks you to try out something, say no. You are still under
Consent's protection, but that doesn't mean they won't try other things.
No fucking or licking."

"What about touching?" asked the younger of the two.

"No touching. In fact, keep away from anyone naked. And don't ever, ever
take your clothes off. Okay?"

"Mama," whined the older boy, "I'm not stupid."

"Yes, Rayne, I know. But I don't want to repeat what happened last time,
okay?"

Cassis shuddered and blushed hotly. "I'm sorry, Mama. I didn't---"

"It's okay, Grapa Bass stopped them." She trembled for a moment before
she continued. "And they will never do that again."

//They were a kilometer away from the fair and in the middle of a field.
The tall stalks waved back and forth in the wind. Ebony was clutching to
a sobbing Cassis, protecting him with her body.//

//In front of her, Bass stood between her and the corpses of the men who
tried to kidnap her son. His armor and sword glowed brightly, but even
the glare of magic couldn't hide the sight of blood dripping down the
length of his blade. The thriban who kidnapped and raped her repeatedly
had saved her. Even though her mother fell in love with him, Ebony
didn't think she could ever forgive him until that moment.//

//Three men had stolen her son. Two died on his blade. Tabitha, the
creature that had torn off her arms and legs, was tearing into the guts
of the third. He would live but would never walk again.//

"But, be careful," warned Ebony, "There are other children here and you
can play all the games you want. And stay on the white side, okay?"

"Yes, mama," came the chorused response.

Sable barked as she came out of the crowds. She stopped to wag her tail
and then ducked between someone's legs as she sprinted toward the
pavilion. Her short arms and legs gave her a bounding gait as she ducked
underneath the fence.

Quim squealed and surged out of Borias' lap. She rushed over to Sable
and wrapped her arms around her naked grandmother. "Nana! Nana! Nana!"

Sable wagged her tail happily and licked Quim on the face.

Bass stepped out of the crowds with a smile on his face. "Hello, Ebony."

Ebony grew hot with excitement, a lust as she stared at her former
trainer. Merrie could tell that she fantasized about Bass even as she
struggled to remain human. There was an urge to drop to her knees in
front of him; her hands balled into fists as she fought her training.
The former bitch ground her legs together and Merrie knew that she was
dripping wet. "Hello," she gulped, "Bass."

"You look good." Bass made no effort to touch her.

"Thank you." Ebony had a blush on her cheeks.

The two stood across from each other. There was an uncomfortable silence
even over the din of the fair. Ebony's husband reached out for her, then
lowered his hands. A few meters away, Sable wrestled with the three
younger children, barking and panting happily.

The children didn't care that she was naked. They didn't see anything
wrong with their grandmother without feet or hands. Instead, they
squealed and rolled over her, wrestling and tugging on her hair and tail.

There was a strange contrast of the children playing with the naked
bitch. Anywhere else, it would have been obscene, but there was nothing
more than just a maternal love blended with the cheerful exuberance of a
bitch.

Merrie looked back and forth between everyone, her mind still struggling
with the emotions that Haviston bound down. She wanted to be happy for
them, but she couldn't feel anything.

She caught Bass looking at her. Sheepishly, she ducked her head.

"Merrie," as Bass' rumbling voice, Merrie shivered with need, "let's go
for a walk. Ebony... Sable need time with her grandchildren. Borias
watch over Ebony's."

"Yes, boss."

Bass lowered his gaze to Merrie. "Come on. I need to walk around some more."

(Go on,) prompted Sable, happy with her grandchildren playing, (my
master needs to be somewhere else. Enjoy the time you have together.)

Ebony never took her eyes off Bass. Lust burned inside her as her gaze
lowered down to Bass' crotch. A hunger boiled inside her, a lust of
something she hadn't felt in years. Merrie watched as her lips parted
and her breasts rose and fell as she remembered submitting to the
gray-skinned thriban. Images of submission flashed through Ebony's mind
and Merrie could feel the heat growing inside both of them. Subtly,
Ebony clamped her legs together as the smell of her excitement---a sweet
perfume with a hint of tang---drifted around her.

Merrie felt her own body growing moist with sympathetic pleasure. She
wagged her tail to fan her heated sex and crawled over to Bass. Her
movement caught the attention of Ebony and the former bitch pictured
herself in the same position, then tore her thoughts away with a barely
audible sob.

"Good girl," he patted Merrie on the head. The heavy weight of his palm
felt comforting. He was kind and dominating at the same time and she
wished she could stay at the mill forever.

She wagged her tail at the remembered pleasure that came from the now
dead collar around her neck. It was a different world when she came at
the trigger words, but she still clenched down with anticipation. As she
swam in the remembered pleasure, a niggling part of her mind remembered
Haviston's warning. Was Bass manipulating her? Was he using his powers
to keep her happy and desperate to please? She hated Haviston for
ruining everything and more so that she didn't know where she was in
Bass' world.

When he walked into the lane, she followed. The hard-packed lane between
the booths and pavilions was crowded, but there was always a small
clearing around thriban. She knew it had to be his presence or just
fear, but she kept close to him as he strolled down the lane.

Bass said nothing and Merrie wouldn't speak first. She took the chance
to look around. To her surprise, the fair wasn't filled with
perversions. There were the same type of stalls she saw at any other
county fair she visited: farmers selling vegetables and fruits, weavers
with their brightly colored blankets and rugs, and even a family selling
fried sweets covered in powered sugar. But, there was no question that
Blood County's fair was different. Between a couple hawking freshly
grown corn and an artist who carved faces in wood, there was a merchant
selling hand-made dildos and butt plugs. A woman was giggling as she
pulled down her panties and bent over to expose her hairy pussy for
anyone to see.

In the center of the lane, a naked woman in her early twenties, was on
her knees. She had her mouth open to catch the urine streaming out of a
man still holding his beer. On the woman's back was advertising for
"Gabby's Toilet Girls, they swallow everything!" The man finished and
the slave sucked his cock clean before thanking him. He turned around as
if he peed in a woman's mouth every day.

Merrie watched, picturing herself in the same position. The submission
of opening her mouth knowing what was coming brought the same pleasure
as spreading her legs to obey a command. She gulped at her dry throat
and rubbed her thighs together. She was already wet and slick.

A woman came up to the toilet girl, hiking up her skirt. The girl opened
her mouth and lowered her body to position herself. The woman, lips
parted with her own excitement, sidled up and clamped her thighs around
the woman's face.

Merrie stopped to watch as the woman began to pee. The sight of the
toilet girl's throat gulping down the hot liquid brought a heat to
Merrie's pussy. She wanted to be in that place.

Bass cleared his throat and Merrie blushed. "Come on, bitch."

Further down the lane, they paused as a line of pony girls came trotting
down the lane. They were naked except for the harnesses that set off
their small breasts, tight muscles, and trimmed legs. The front four had
straps between their legs to hold dildos in their ass and pussies, but
the four in the back had their shaved pussies on display for everyone to
see. The man leading them beamed happily as he lead them down the center
of the lane.

"That's one of Zeb's men." Bass followed the pony girls with his eyes.
"Zeb is a good owner but a bit enthusiastic for her own good. She was a
lot like me when I first started." He chuckled as a man slapped one of
the pony girl's asses as she passed. "While she isn't into fucking every
hole they have, she has a mean whip."

Merrie watched the ponies pass. As the last one passed, she turned to
look at their asses as they walked. All eight of them were narrow-waited
with slender hips. As they walked, they lifted their feet high from the
ground and brought them down. Their boots, shaped like hooves, tapped
loudly in the ground in almost perfect synchronization.

"Good rhythm, though. Waste of a pussy though but the stallions are
almost as hung as me." He chuckled before heading back down the lane.
They circled around the end.

Merrie felt Kessler's bitches before she saw them. Their minds were dull
and listless. Merrie thought Bass had broken in his bitches, but see the
bare flickers of personality remaining scared her. She crawled forward,
ignoring Bass, so she could peer into Kessler's stall.

There were forty of them. Half of them were in wire cages, large but
still confining. The other half were on small tables, their muscles
straining to retain their balance as potential buyers poked and prodded
them. None of them were cropped, though, and their hands were bound in
leather gloves.

They were naked except for their collar. Kessler's bitches remained
still as they waited for their future master, unlike the playful teasing
that Bass' bitches. There was no wrestling or giggles, no moans or
licking. Just quiet despair in their glassy eyes.

Merrie felt pity for them. Kessler had broken them more than Bass ever
did. There was no love or hope in their eyes. Any joy had been ripped
out of their hearts and they looked around with mute, begging silence.

"Well met, Bass," Kessler was cheerful as joined Bass and Merrie. "What
do you think about my bitches?"

"Decent, but are they well trained?"

"They better be. You know what I'm going to do if they don't sell. They
all know that."

There was something about the way Kessler spoke that set Merrie on edge.
Even though Bass' shields, his sudden emotions leaked through the
cracks. She could feel his anger raging inside him, a bitter hatred for
the merchant who spoke casually. She wished she could feel the same
anger but Haviston's spell prevented it.

Instead, she focused on the bitches in the cages. They were beautiful,
or would be, once someone would take care of them, fuck them, and maybe
give them love. She wanted to comfort each and every one of them.

"I know you don't agree, Bass, but I'll prove it. Staple, pull the
bitches out of the cages and line them out here."

It only took a few minutes to get twenty girls lined up on the lane.
Crowds gathered around as they waited for a show. Kessler stood in front
of them. "All right, bitches, sit!"

As a ragged group, they got into position. There was none of the grace
and speed of their movements. Some of them hesitated for a long moment
before they sluggishly sat down.

The last one was still sitting up on her haunches when Kessler belted
out another command. "Down."

Merrie had tears in her eyes as she watched them struggling to keep up.
There was no fire, no excitement in their movements. They were broken
and it tore Merrie's heart to see them struggling.

A murmur rippled through the crowds. Some people shook their heads as
they backed away, obviously disappointed.

"Come on, bitches," snapped Kessler, "put some fire in it or I'll drown
the lot of you."

Next to Merrie, Bass' hands cracked as he balled them into fists. A low
growl rumbled in his chest, barely audible over the din of the crowd.
She looked up to see his lips pressed into a tight line. The anger
burned inside him, the hatred and frustration palatable with their
proximity. He knew what would happen.

//Bass found the bodies where they washed up on the shore of Maddy's
lands. Almost fifty bodies sprawled out on the gravel, their blue faces
forever fixed in masks of horror and pain. He looked down to the woman
at his feet. Her hands were caught in her collar where she tried to pull
it off. The body next to her had the chain wrapped around her neck, the
brick at the far end lodged in her armpit.//

//They weren't being punished. They did nothing wrong. They were simply
in the way of Kessler's profit when he sold the alpha.//

//He hated Kessler more than anyone else in his entire life. He wished
he still had his powers, or at least Lemitri's mandate to destroy evil.
For a moment, he considered hunting down Kessler and kill him. It would
break too many promises and he would die from the backlash. But, in that
one instant, it would be worth it.//

//But then, Sable would die from the shock and wither away. And Bass
could never do that. He stared down at the naked corpses and fought back
the tears of frustration.//

//"That fucking bastard," snapped Maddy as she stepped over the bodies.
Her boots squelched in the mud. "What's wrong with him? At least when I
snuff girls, it is the middle of an orgasm, not tossed into the river."//

//"Greed."//

//"I wish he would make one fatal mistake and you would kill him."//

//Bass sighed. "I know, Maddy, I know. But Kessler is smart, he's a
baron, and in Blood County, this isn't illegal. It is his right to do
this, even if... if..."//

//"It's wrong."//

//"I know."//

//Maddy toed a woman's breast with her boot. "I can't use their meat
either. Maybe if I caught them fresh, but now they are spoiled. Nothing
to salvage out of this mess."//

//"Then we give them a proper burial." Bass turned around. "I'll get a
shovel."//

//"Use my cemetery, Bass." Maddy wiped her face, "It's the least I can
do."//

Merrie sobbed at the memory. Bass remembered the scene as if it was
yesterday and the stark brutality of the scene continued to tear his
heart. Through her blurry vision, she watched the naked women struggling
to obey even the simplest of commands, not because they didn't know how
but simply because there was no more reason to obey, to live. Their
broken minds and shattered wills just couldn't bring the same joy she
saw whenever Bass' bitches lined up.

More bystanders backed away, muttering.

Kessler's thoughts drifted through her own. His disappointment was
growing with every passing second. He didn't think with his voice, but
everything he saw had a price: the cost for his pavilion, the price of
his clothes, even the rapidly diminishing value of his bitches. He was
watching the crowds as he snapped out commands, watching as they drifted
away and his potential profits plummeted even more.

New thoughts rose up in Kessler's mind. The value of some of the slaves
dropped to negatives in a flash while others tripled, but new expenses
popped up. Fees for disposing of bodies in the fields, bribes for the
count's guards to look to the other side, and money to silence the
protests from the surrounding farmers. His mind ran with a cost analysis
and to Merrie's horror, it became clear to Kessler that it was cheaper
to snuff half the bitches to jack up the prices on the other.

She couldn't take it anymore and there was only one thing she could.
Merrie focused inside herself and brought up the second spell Haviston
taught her. It didn't matter if Bass would punish her, she had to use
it. She could recall the runes as if they were burned into her mind. She
explored the complicated patterns for a moment then set it up in her
thoughts. She pulled her senses deep inside her until she found a well
of energy that she felt the first time she used the hook spell. Pulling
on it, she pushed her energy through the spell and it lit up brightly in
her mind.

Merrie smiled grimly and continued to pour energy into the pattern until
she thought it would explode. With a twisting pop, the spell powered up
and burst out from inside her with a pulse of pleasure. It spread out
from her body, ignoring Kessler and Bass but sinking into the lined up
bitches. It continued to spread out, catching the slaves on the tables
before it faded.

Her surprise faded as she felt forty minds connected to her own. She
knew that she could command them and the realization left her trembling
with excitement. It was intoxicating and alluring, even though she knew
that Bass would punish her for even trying. She peeked up at him but the
thriban was watching Kessler with a frown.

Merrie returned her attention to the bitches in the lane. Their minds
were flickers of light in her mind's eye. But, they would obey if she
demanded.

She stared at Kessler's back. There was one more part if she was going
to help them. She already had a taste of Kessler's thoughts and the idea
of delving deeper into his mind sickened her. But, if she didn't, they
would die. Clenching with distaste, she focused on Kessler. He had
shields but she penetrated them easily. As she delved past the numbers
and accounting, she found the part of his mind that was about to give a
command. It was already there, an idea of a word.

Merrie reached out to the bitches and prepared them, holding their
bodies still until Kessler spoke.

"Sit."

She exerted her will.

As one, the bitches slapped their rears to the ground. Quizzical looks
crossed their faces as they looked around in confusion. They didn't know
how they moved or why. The slaves shifted in place as their thoughts
stirred from the dark place they had retreated into during Kessler's
training.

Next to her, Bass inhaled sharply.

She cringed knowing he would punish her, but then Kessler's next command
came.

"Beg."

Merrie pushed the command out to their receptive minds and felt a
draining of her energy. The slaves spread their legs and brought their
hands up to their wrists. It was strange to see hands and feet on the
bitches. She could almost picture them cropped like herself and it
brought a smile to her lips. She wanted them to feel the same pleasure
of submission and she pulsed out a wave of pleasure. (Good girls.)

Shock rippled across the bitches as they squirmed even from a wave of
pleasure that coursed through their bodies. Tiny sparks rose up from the
slaves' mind and Merrie felt a sympathetic pleasure growing in her pussy.

Another command came and she drove the slaves to obey. When they
did---not they could resist her---she sent out another pulse of
pleasure. As their bodies responded, so did their minds. Merrie wanted
to force them to her will, to hammer their thoughts with wave after wave
of pleasure until they all exploded into orgasms.

With the next, she felt another drain of her energy. As much as she
wanted to, she could never drive all forty of them into orgasm. She
could barely keep up with the commands that Kessler barked out in rapid
succession.

The crowds grew thicker as people gathered around them. Their eyes were
fixed on the naked women rolling and sitting in the middle of the lane.
Merrie could feel the sexual excitement rising. She bore with her mind
control and drove the slaves to obey with the sharp movements of a
properly trained bitch.

Someone began to yell and the noise almost broke her concentration.
Merrie looked to see the bitches on the tables crawling off and heading
to join the others already in the lane. She tried to push the second
group away, but she almost lost control of all of them. She tried again,
but she didn't have the skill to control two separate groups at the same
time. After a few attempts, she gave up and let the entire pack line up
in the lane.

The crowds backed away to give them space. A ripple of excitement filled
the air. It was a thick tension. Men and women rubbed themselves as they
imagined the naked women serving them with blind obedience.

More commands came, faster now. If it was Bass, Merrie would have no
trouble keeping up, but the effort of keeping all of the bitches
together strained on her senses. She slumped against Bass' leg as she
struggled to keep them moving, to keep Kessler's price high enough he
would not consider killing them for profit. She sobbed with the effort,
even as she watched all of them moving graceful from one command to the
next.

Suddenly, Kessler stopped. He held up his hands and spoke in a loud
voice, "Kessler Farms is your best source of cheap, high-quality sex
slaves. We specialize in dog girls and our training is second to none."

Merrie almost lost control and a ripple of emotions flickered among the
bitches. She stared at Kessler in shock as applause burst along the crowd.

Kessler turned around and smiled at her before returning to the crowds.
"We teach them to obey any command without hesitation. Sit!"

Merrie was already repeating the command before she realized it. As she
watched Kessler's bitches crawl into the sitting position, she realized
she had been tricked into increasing his prices. But, Kessler's threat
was still there, if she failed, the bitches would die.

Bass' heavy hand rested on Merrie's shoulder. The fingers reached from
shoulder to shoulder. His thumb curled against her armpit.

Merrie cringed. Shaking from the exertion of her magic and fear of being
punished, she looked up at him.

Bass was torn. She knew that he didn't want her to use mind control
magic. His position was clear, but he also knew what Kessler would do.
His ethics and morals tore into each other and the stricken look on his
face would haunt Merrie for the rest of her life.

"Bitches, roll over!"

Merrie wanted to stop obeying, but she couldn't. She couldn't risk their
lives, even if Kessler had tricked her. She forced the command through
the slaves' bodies. The power drained out of her and she slid down Bass'
thigh, barely able to remain on her knees and wrists.

Her eyes blurring with from the effort, she looked up at her trainer.
She whimpered and struggled to keep breathing. Forty minds were draining
her and she couldn't take much more. Even with Kessler's threat, she
couldn't save them all. Merrie looked down to the ground with a sob. She
would fail.

Bass' hand grew icy. A searing pain crossed along her skin but it
quickly faded as the sensation of icy water poured into her. It flooded
down her limbs and pooled in her legs, arms, breasts. With rapid speed,
the liquid sensation rushed up and she shivered at the coldness.

She whimpered, not sure what she was experiencing. She shook and her
mind spun furiously. She wanted to run, sprint, or jump. She felt like
she could race around the world and fight off an army by herself.

"Merrie..." Bass said in a low voice.

She glanced up.

He continued to speak in a low, almost imperceptible voice. "There is
always a time when you have to choose between two evils." His jaw
tightened as he struggled to keep speaking.

Kessler barked out another command.

Merrie obeyed and hated every second as the bitched moved into position.
The energy continued to suck out of her. Her leg collapsed from
underneath her and she slid down Bass' leg as she sat down heavily. She
inhaled sharply, trying to get enough air into her lungs but she felt
light-headed and dizzy.

"Save the bitches," came the command from the thriban. As the words came
out, so did the icy sensation. It poured into her, drowning her with
freezing energy.

Merrie inhaled sharply. He was giving her energy. She didn't know how he
could do that, but as soon as she realized it, she found she could tap
it just like her own personal store. With a rush, she forced the power
into her spell.

Her control over the bitched solidified. Merrie let out a grim smile as
she waited for Kessler's command. It came and she was already guiding
the bitches into position.

Kessler continued his spiel, selling the bitches that obeyed without
question. Every word dug into Merrie's heart, knowing that Kessler had
used her, but she had to save them. She would even without Bass'
permission, but the former paladin's energy gave her the ability to keep
up with Kessler's rapid-fire commands.

The demonstration went on for ten more minutes before Kessler was
satisfied that every one of his bitches would be sold. He finished up
with a rousing conclusion and then ordered his slaves back into his
stall. Most of the crowds reluctantly parted but a few entered the
Kessler pavilion to take a closer look.

Kessler turned around and walked to Bass. "I won't pay for that, you know."

"That was a cruel thing to do, Kessler."

Bass' energy had stopped and Merrie slumped to the ground. She was
exhausted, not only in body but also in mind. She wanted to curl up and
go to sleep. She remained leaning against the thick thigh of her
trainer, the only anchor she had to her spinning world.

Kessler shrugged. "It's business, Bass, nothing more. Either way, I will
make a profit."

Bass watched as Kessler turned and entered his stall. His hands balled
into fists and his knuckles brushed against Merrie's shoulder. There was
seething hatred in Bass' mind as he glared daggers at the man's back.

As soon as Kessler was out of hearing, Bass grumbled. "I need to get
drunk, now."

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