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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 46: Owned
by t'Sade

Merrie knows very little about her new master, only that he isn't Rakin
nor is he Bass. But with the long ride home, she is looking forward to
finding out who he is and what he is going to do to her.

(MF oral cons, F-solo MF denial)

**

Merrie was dizzy with relief. For the last few days, she was terrified
of being owned by Rakin. The images she got from the cruel man's
fantasies were still in her head, she didn't think she would ever forget
them, but they would fade over time. She wouldn't be tortured or raped.
She was free, free from the horror that she almost suffered.

She lifted her gaze to her new master, watching him stride ahead of her.
His thoughts were chaotic and difficult to read. The repulsion that he
used also wrapped his thoughts, his shields were constantly shifting and
when she thought she found his mind, it slipped away as soon as she
stopped concentrating.

But, it didn't matter if she couldn't read his thoughts. Kine was
already showing himself to be a far better master than she could dream
about. She still remembered his whispered "I'm not going to choke you"
before he slid his cock into her mouth. It was tender and hesitant, a
far cry from Bass' brutal rape or Borias' compassionate sternness.

She hesitated. There was something about Bass, a strange sense that she
had somehow lost something. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She
hated Bass. The thriban had not given her even a shred of compassion as
he broke her. He used her, trained her, and fucked her. There was no
good in the powerful man, she knew that from the bottom of her heart.

Even as she thought it, the feeling of loss bubbled up.

"Merrie?"

She jumped at Kine's words. An embarrassed blush colored her cheeks and
she hurried after him.

He nodded with approval and headed back toward the division from the
white and red side.

She licked her lips, then made a face at the taste of the foul magic
that stole her voice. The only hint that Kine was less than completely
compassionate was the geas. She didn't know why he would do it, but it
burned at her throat. It was just like being cropped, a single point of
pain and terror, and then she was less than a human.

At first, she wallowed in the fear that Kine would become like Rakin.
But, as they crawled past the shattered stalls and pavilions, she
realized losing her voice was just like being cropped. When Tabitha had
tore her arm off, her helplessness had ignited a flame inside her that
would never extinguish. Every time she looked down at the smooth end of
her wrist or felt her ankles against the ground, she was reminded of
that helplessness.

She worked her tongue against her mouth. She wouldn't be able to talk
ever again. Borias told her there was a way out of it, but she couldn't
remember if he ever told her how. She was helpless again, vulnerable and
unable to be a human. But, where she knew the cropping would come, her
stolen voice was a sudden surprise. It didn't build up into the painful
orgasm that tore her limbs from her but just a bang that left her less
than human.

Merrie tried to say her name and concentrated on the thick feeling in
her throat. The word didn't come out but there was no tingle of warning.
She just couldn't speak.

A flush rose on her cheeks and she felt a tingling warmth suffuse her
body. She opened her mouth to speak and concentrated on her
helplessness, her stolen voice. No hands, no feet, no voice. She was
losing her humanity with every step on her path to becoming an alpha and
with each one, the aching pleasure grew.

She smiled and wagged her tail. She was a bitch and she could feel the
power rippling through her. If it required her to be less than human,
that she would lose every shred of humanity, if her master required.

A cheer rose up, breaking her from her thoughts. An impromptu party had
formed near the center of the fair. The folk were milling about, some of
the dancing and many of them drinking. There was hands touching and
naked bodies everywhere.

The toilet girls were out, holding a cup with hand-scrawled lettering.
"Save our fair!" "Down with Rakin!" "Blood forever!" People were using
the girls and dropping a few coins into their cups. The clinks mixed in
with the gulping noises.

"Hey!" Kine said sharply as he pointed to a girl on her knees as three
men were peeing into her mouth. "You do that?"

Merrie's pussy clenched. She nodded and let out a bark.

"Seriously?"

She barked again.

"Damn. Do you do the eating shit thing too?"

Merrie reluctantly barked, her stomach rolling.

"Well," he pulled a face, "That's disgusting. I won't be doing that.
But, I always heard about guys getting their asses licked out. You'd do
that, right? I bet that would feel fucking good."

Merrie barked happily and wagged her tail harder. Her furry end whipped
back and forth, fanning her buttocks and teasing her aching labia with
every twitch.

"I'm looking forward to you. Come on, let's go around, the wagon is to
the south of the red side."

Kine skirted the party. Merrie followed, careful to avoid getting
stepped on. As she was slipping her way between two men making a deal
about trading their wives for the night, she caught sight of Kine
casually slipping his hand into a woman's underwear and pulling out a
small roll of marks from the crack of her pussy. He sniffed it and
continued walking, not even slowing down.

The woman didn't notice as she continued to lean into a man trying to
sell her a dildo larger than Bass. There was no way she could have
missed Kine's fingers in her pussy, but somehow she did.

There was a lot to her new master and Merrie felt herself growing
excited at the prospect of learning everything. She smiled and continued
to crawl after him. Kine's repulsion seemed to drape over her. No one
touched her, no one looked at her. When she was out with Bass, she was
the center of attention. Now, she was an object but it was something
more. She was below their notice and their ignorance added to the
flickering heat inside her. She was less than human, not worthy of
attention.

She could feel her pussy growing moist with excitement. She hoped that
Kine would fuck her once they got to the wagon. Hesitantly, she reached
out with her mind and delved her thoughts into his. She wanted to know
what was in store.

As she concentrated, she could sense a pattern to Kine's mind. His eyes
were moving from point to point, seeing where someone kept their money
or a jewel necklace was hidden underneath a collar. He was like Kessler
in how he saw worth, but instead of hard numbers floating over people's
heads, Kine saw it as a golden glow and a lure to steel. The more money,
the brighter the light. But, it didn't stop there. As Kine looked over
the riches of Blood County, his mind played out the actions he needed to
steal every tiny shred of wealth.

And beneath his thoughts, there was something else. A focus on his
environment; he was seeing something more than just money or theft. But,
those thoughts were guarded even from Merrie. She tried to reach into
them but a shadowy veil protected his innermost secrets.

As they passed the arena for the games, Merrie saw Tabitha sitting on
one of the benches in wolf form. The shapeshifter was looking into the
area, her chest rising and falling from her short pants. Sounds of blood
and gore rose out of sight and, somehow, Merrie knew that Diffy was
killing someone inside.

At the sight of Tabitha, the anger rose up. Tabitha had cropped her,
ruined her. She wasn't any better than Rakin or Bass.

Tabitha turned to looked at her and Merrie cringed at the eyes that
focused on her. Tabitha cocked her head to watch her, then turned back
to the arena. It was a dismissal if Merrie had ever seen one and the
crawling woman was thankful that Tabitha didn't try to do anything else.

She crawled closer to Kine, interposing him between her and the cruel
woman who cropped her. Her flanks brushed against his shin and she
managed to keep up as he walked through the fair and straight into a
narrow trail through the tall crops on the east side.

A few meters into the fields, the stalks towered over both her and her
new master. Kine let out a long, shuddering breath and a smile crossed
his lips. It was pleasure that radiated out from him as he relished the
darkness.

A few minutes later, they came out the other side. A few meters from the
fence was a small wagon tied to a post. It was already packed with a
heavy canvas tarp over its contents and a horse contently eating grass
and flowers next to it. A heavy rope kept the horse nearby. Merrie
didn't seen where Kine had slept or even a hint of a campsite.

"We should be getting on our way. It's an eleven day ride back to
Franome City. Why don't you get up on the wagon and I'll catch the horse."

Merrie crawled around the back of the wagon. The back was about the size
of a large bed. She could smell oils and leather inside. Between the
slats, she saw a golden necklace sticking out the edge. She stopped to
stare at the jewelry, trying to figure out if he had somehow lost it or
he had stolen so much that the diamonds were unimportant.

She heard the clink of the horse's buckles and stirred from her musing.
She crawled to the bench and stopped. It was almost a meter off the
ground. Getting on her knees, she reached up to the step. The rough-cut
wood scraped her limbs but she couldn't find anything to pull herself
up. A whine rose in her throat as she lifted herself up, balancing on
the points of her legs but she couldn't get up on the chair.

"You really are helpless, aren't you?" He was leaning against the
attached horse, hands on his pants. His cock was bulging the front of
his pants, swollen with excitement.

Her cheeks burning, she nodded. The heat in her body increased as he
pushed himself off the horse and strolled over. Trembling, she lifted
her head to look at him as he loomed over her.

"You wet?"

Her pussy spasmed and she barked.

Reaching down, he ran his hand along her buttocks. His fingers stroked
along her inner thighs and then up to her sex. Two fingers slid into her
slick folds.

She let out a soft moan and pushed back. His fingers plunged deeper and
she clamped her inner walls around him. Her tail curled up to give him
more access.

Kine's breath grew deeper as he stroked her short strokes. "You really
are a sex slave, aren't you?"

She nodded and barked.

He pulled out his fingers and trailed them up to her asshole. She
shivered as he traced the ridges of her opening, coating them with the
juices from her sex. He gave her a exploratory push but his fingers only
sank a few millimeters into her tight hole. "I'd think you'd be a lot
looser," he whispered as he kept the pressure against her asshole, "with
that big guy fucking it. You sure he pounded you here?"

Merrie remembered how Bass had torn into her ass that night. Her entire
body was clenching from the effects of the electrical collar. The pain
of him ripping into her rectum. She shuddered at the memory of her
debasement.

"Damn, you just got really wet."

Merrie froze. Why did she get wet? Her violation wasn't pleasurable.
Bass had raped her. She didn't want it, she never wanted it. She rocked
her hips and felt horrified that she was turned on by the idea of Bass.
A thick dribble of juices ran down her thighs.

"That's sexy." Kine scooped up her juices and coated his fingers again.
Bringing it back up to her ass, he wormed one finger into her tightly
clenching opening.

Merrie leaned into the wagon, panting for breath. The pressure in her
ass sent tendrils of pleasure through her body. It filled in the strange
gap of her hatred for Bass and her body's shameful response.

Kine stroked in and out, working his finger deeper. "It's hot," he
whispered, "and tight." With a sigh, he pulled out. "Tonight, I want to
shove my dick in there."

She moaned and wagged her tail back and forth.

He grabbed her tail and stroked it twice.

She leaned back into it, moaning louder as her body responded to every
touch with a flash of heat.

"Damn," he muttered as he released her and stood up. "We better get
going. I'm going to bust a nut if I keep doing that."

Merrie didn't mind the thought of Kine fucking her, except that it would
increase the chance that Bass or Tabitha would find them.

Kine reached around her chest and grabbed her breasts. His fingers dug
into her skin and he pulled her tight to his hard cock. With a grunt, he
picked her up and set her down on the bench.

She clutched to the back until she got her balance. Settling down, she
tried to find a comfortable position with her tail against the back of
the wagon bench.

He jumped on the other side and sat down strongly. Grabbing the reins,
he snapped them. "Hai!"

The wagon lurched forward and Merrie almost fell back. She tried to let
out as shriek, but the metallic spell rose up and silence her. Only a
whine came out as she braced herself against the back of the bench. As
the horse pulled it forward, she found a better position by leaning
against Kine and pressing her legs against the side rail.

Kine's thoughts quieted as they followed the road. There was little to
steal and that part of his consciousness drifted off. His body slumped
against the wagon bench and he smiled.

When he didn't move her away, she leaned into him. The alcohol ethereal
scent clung around him and she found it almost comforting. Closing her
eyes, she meant only to relax but the days of exhaustion slammed into
her and she felt asleep almost instantly.

A hand on the back of her head woke her up. She opened her eyes. For a
moment, she was confused where she was, but then she saw the horse tail
flicking in front of her. Glancing around, she realized she was on
Kine's lap, her head only centimeters from a bulge that pressed against
her forehead. One of her arms was resting against his thigh, the smooth
tip resting on his knee. The other was jammed against the back of the
bench. She tried to wiggle it and little pins and needles ran along her
senses.

Kine stroked the back of her head and reached out for her right ear. At
the touch of his fingertip along the ridge, she let out a soft moan.
"You awake?"

Merrie looked up and gave a soft, breathy bark. She could feel lust
burning inside him. He was also hesitating, unsure if he could order or
even ask her to please him.

She was a well-trained and trained for exactly what needed to be done.
Lowering her head, she nosed the bulge with her nose. The scent of his
excitement increased. Leaning over to him, she lifted her body so her
breasts pressed against his thigh and she could use her lips and teeth
to work the button off the thickness underneath.

Burying her face into the opening, she found his heated hardness. At the
first touch of her lips against his shaft, Kine pressed his hand harder
against her head. Merrie couldn't tell him she didn't need it, but
having him guide her gave her a little thrill. She burrowed deeper,
working up until she found the precum-slicked head.

Curling her tongue, she eased it out of his pants and let it spring
forth. It smacked against her face and she tried to giggle. The geas
stopped her action and only a whine came out.

Kine gasped, his fingers curling over her ear. He tugged on them,
guiding her down to his cock. "Suck on it. Just suck on it." He was
almost begging.

She drank in the taste of his precum, sucking on the tip before opening
her lips further to let him guide her down his length. His hand flexed
against her, pushing her down. The thickness invaded her mouth, slid
along her tongue before bumping against the roof of her mouth. The
narrow tip caressed the back of her throat and she buried her face into
the dark patch of hair at his base.

"Oh, sorry!" He relaxed his grip but didn't release her. She took her
time pulling up his length, exploring every ridge and bump. His hardness
swelled inside her until his glans were caught on the ridge of her lips.

"D-Do I just push down? Can I?"

Merrie smiled around his length. There was an innocence to him. She
reached up with one arm and rested it against his wrist. She added
pressure to his hand and slid back down.

"I can do that?" His cock jumped with excitement.

She buried her face deep into his pubic hair, gulping at his length. His
cock filled her mouth and tickled her throat.

He held her down for a long moment. With every pulse of her breath, the
sensation of suffocation increased and her pussy throbbed with need. He
pulled up, but kept the pressure on her, guiding her up. He was learning
how to dominate her and she squirmed her hips together as moisture
gathered at her sex.

At the top, he didn't need encourage to shove her back down. He slammed
her down hard but she took his hardness greedily. He froze. "Oh, that
wasn't too hard, was it?"

She responded by grinding herself further down, mouthing his base and
balls. Her saliva coated his body and he let out a long, shuddering gasp
of pleasure.

"Oh, that's good."

Proud of herself, she eased her lips back up his length. She could feel
the thick veins throb with every pulse of his heart. Precum soaked her
mouth and she gulped at it hungrily. It left a burning trail down her
throat, the aftertaste of man and the strange ethereal flavor that
permeated his being.

He shoved her back down, jamming her face into his crotch. She clamped
her thighs together, rubbing the hot slickness together. Her pleasure
curled around her, adding to the flickering heat inside her. She wished
he would fuck her but he just held her down, his cock surging in her mouth.

"I-I'm...." the words hung in his throat.

He grabbed her ears with both hands. She cringed at the bright pain, but
then he was slamming her face down on his cock, driving his length deep
into her mouth. She gulped at it and squeezed her lips around his base.
The flash of heat increased and she felt him throbbing hotly inside her.

His hips rose up to meet her strokes. His cock slammed into the back of
her throat and his hips into her face. With every thrust, his cock
swelled thicker and hotter.

Kine's orgasm was a bright spark of ecstasy. He drove deep into her
mouth and came against the back of her throat. The hot jets seared
against insides and came bubbling out.

Remembering his fantasies, she let some thick dribbles slip from her
lips to pool in the dark hair as his base. The rest she gulped down, the
familiar taste of cum adding to the warmth in her stomach and the heat
in her pussy.

She couldn't wait for him to fuck her.

He released her ears and slumped back. "Fuck, that was good."

Merrie lapped slowly at his shaft, cleaning it as it softened in her
mouth. When it finally slipped out, it glistened with her saliva. She
looked up at him, then smiled. Lowering her head, she worked her mouth
through his bush, cleaning the thick white globs from his belly and
balls. When she finally finished, his cock was half-hard again.

Kine gave a chuckle. "And you'll do that whenever I want, right?"

She nodded, licking her lips.

"I could get to liking this." He reached down and shoved his manhood
back into his pants. With trembling fingers, he buttoned it back up and
grabbed the reins.

Merrie smiled, fighting the urge to whine. The need to cum was reaching
a knife's edge.

As Kine focused on the road, she shifted her position so her back was
resting on his arm and her leg was braced against the edge. Looking up
at him, she saw that he was staring forward with his mind already
drifting. Feeling a thrill of pleasure, she reached down with her arm
and pressed her wrist against her sex.

She was already soaked and dripping. A tiny thrill drove through her as
she gave a hesitant stroke, then another. Her heart thumped loudly in
her chest as she stoke another stroke.

"Are you---"

Merrie jumped as Kine breathed into her ear.

"---trying to get off?"

Blushing hotly, she peered up and him. She let out a whine.

She was expecting Kine to be angry, but he shook his head. "Rimmy always
said that I never got her off. Come on," he patted his thigh, "scoot
closer. You probably can't do much with your missing hand, can you?"

Relieved, Merrie pulled her dripping arm back and scooted closer. When
Kine slipped his arm around her waist, she let out a soft whimper and
leaned into him.

Kine slipped his fingers between her legs, trailing two fingers down the
length of her slit. "You shave?" He seemed surprised.

Merrie let out a breathy bark.

"Heh, never did it this way." His fingers caught her clitoris and let
arched her back at the pleasure that rocketed across her body. His
fingers were deft as he explored the fold of pleasure, trailing
fingernails and the pads of his fingers up and down with a drumming
movement.

She spread her legs wide as she thrust her hips into his fingers.

Kine added a third fingers, sliding each one up and down. His fingertips
tapped against her clitoris in a complicated rhythm and her body jerked
with every touch. Just as the burst of pleasure started to fade, the
next finger tapped against her pleasure. Every ripple of ecstasy added
to the first and soon she was gasping for breath.

"I'm good with my hands at least," chuckled Kine. He caressed her folds,
working each one between his fingertips.

A whine rose in her throat. Her pussy spasmed at the touch, hours of
domination adding the constant background hunger of orgasms. She curled
her spine to give him access.

She planted her hand back between his legs for balance. His hardness
ground against her elbow.

"No, no. This time, you cum."

Merrie almost sobbed with relief.

Kine rewarded her by driving two fingers into her pussy, pumping in and
out. She could feel her inner lips clinging to his fingertips, sliding
back and forth as he drummed little bursts of pleasure into her.

A whimpering moan rose in her throat. She trembled as she felt as her
orgasm rose.

Kine stopped.

Her moan turned into a whimper. She arched her back, thrusting into his
fingertips but Kine kept them just millimeters above her heated flesh,
not giving her the crest she craved.

She whimpered and lowered her hips.

He started drumming against her clitoris again, three fingers in the
complicated beat. Each strike landed with a wet slurp. Her body trembled
from the impact and she lifted her hips back up to his fingers.

Kine brought her almost to an orgasm, but then pulled his fingers away
at the last minute. He chuckled at her whine and waited until she
settled back on the bench before thrusting his fingers back into her
heated slit.

Merrie cried out and shook. Her orgasm rushed up but she knew he was
going to pull away. The teasing tortured her, adding to an inferno that
seared her insides. Her entire body jerked with every touch and a
whimper ripped from her. Knowing that he was going to bring her to the
edge of orgasm and pull back drive the pleasure higher.

He stroked and released her.

She cried out and begged as a bitch for more.

He tapped against her pussy, driving a beat into her until juices soaked
the bench. He stopped just as the orgasm was about to explode.

For an hour, he tortured her. Merrie was sobbing for release, begging
with whimpers and whines. Her juices soaked her thighs and pooled
underneath her. She could smell her excitement drowning her senses,
mixing in with the heady musk of his own hardness.

And then, he drove three fingers into her soaked opening. Thrusting
deep, he pulled her sweat-soaked body tight against his own as he banged
her with wet slurps.

Merrie tensed up, wishing he would finally let her cum. She whimpered
and bit down on the shirt over his shoulder, holding herself still as
her eyes rolled up. She spasmed, tiny orgasms sparking against her
senses, and begged silently to cum before he released.

And he didn't stop.

Each thrust drove the heat higher. Her sex drooled on his hands and
coated everything. She clenched down and ground her teeth together,
whining with the effort.

"Cum," he ordered.

And she did. She let out a high-pitched scream as her orgasm tore
through her. She felt it rising out of her body and rocket out in all
directions. A faint breeze rolled through the trees in an expanding
circle as she came at his command.

She couldn't see anything except the white hot pleasures that dominated
her senses. Her body wasn't her own and it just kept coming and coming.
Each blast of pleasure tore her further out of her senses.

Waves of her pleasure rolled out along the grass, kicking up dust. She
jerked violently and clutched to him. Merrie wrapped her short legs
around his arm, trying to keep her inside him as she kept jerking from
the ecstasy that tore through her veins.

Too soon, her body couldn't take anymore and she slumped down. Her
breasts heaved as rivulets of sweat ran down her cleavage. She felt the
shuddering gasps shaking her body and her heart pounded loudly in her ears.

"You come hard, don't you?"

Panting, Merrie looked up at him and nodded. She realized her arm was
resting against his hard cock. She rolled over and reached for it.

"No, no."

Whimpering, she looked up and licked her lips.

Kine gestured to the road. "It's only few hours or so until the inn. If
we keep going, we're going to be sleeping on the ground and I'm looking
for a nice, warm bed."

Reluctantly, Merrie sat back up.

"No, lean against me. That part's nice."

With a grin, she turned back around and leaned on his arm.

He slipped his arm around her waist and rested his palm against her
heated sex. His long finger measured against her sex, but it was only a
light, teasing touch.

With a happy moan, Merrie leaned back. Happiness bubbled inside her,
mixing in with the afterglow.


**

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