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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 48: Coming Home
by t'Sade

Merrie is finally reaching her new home. But, her master has to make a
stop on the away but the route he took will shake her to the bone.

(MF mdom oral)

**

Eleven days later and Merrie was in a storm of emotions as they headed
into Franome City. Seeing the city from a distance, with the World Tree
towering over the central valley, brought a pang of homesickness to her.
The tree was a kilometer tall and home to the royal palace and the
Parliament. It was coming up on night and already sparks of light lit up
the endless branches in what would be a cloud of brilliance in a few
short hours.

The inner districts were shaded by branches that spread out over the
city. Merrie rarely went into the shaded areas of Franome City---it was
too rich or political for her life---but she could pick out the various
quarters as they came up from the south side of the valley: the legal
buildings, the tiny jewelers quarters, the two academic districts, and
the multitude of homes for the rich and famous.

Her new master was in his usual place, on the side of the wagon bench
with one hand holding the reins of the horse and the other arm around
her waist. She was leaning into him with her head on his shoulder and
one leg spread out along the bench.

He loved seeing her short limbs and she kept them on display for him.
Every time he caught a glance, she could feel a stirring of lust. Images
would bubble up from his mind, shaded by his thoughts but bright with
sexual hunger. He focused on the smooth ends of her ankles and wrists, a
feeling of power filling him. Knowing that her amputation turned him on,
she rested her arm so her wrist touched his forearm.

His right hand was in its usual spot, fingertips resting against the
entrance of her pussy. Occasionally, he would plunge a finger inside or
use three tips to drum against her clitoris. She was already addicted to
his fingering; he never stopped tapping and she came more than a few
times with whimpering cries and her amputated limbs wrapped around him.
In the moments of stillness, she could still feel the three finger beat
against her sex.

It frequently lead to him fucking her and that brought a smile to her
lips. He was a good lover, compassionate with a hint of hesitation. He
whispered he wouldn't choke her as every time he thrust in her mouth and
that tenderness was a balm to the horror she felt with Rakin and Bass.

In the last ten-day week, he had taken advantage of every hole he could
fit his cock into. He filled her pussy, ass, and mouth half a dozen
times a day and she enjoyed hours sucking on his cock as he drove the
wagon. She licked her lips and caught a hint of the last time he came in
her mouth. It was an hour ago but she felt the familiar stirring of
hunger rising from them both.

Her new master was horny and she knew how to deal with it.

Twisting around, she reached for his cock.

"No," he surprised her as he reluctantly guided her back into place. "I
need to concentrate."

Confusion, Merrie settled back into place. She spread her leg, the warm
air teasing her pussy lips, but Kine didn't replaced his hand.

Instead, he held on to reins with both of them. "I was hoping for a
darker day when I got back." He pointed up to the blue skies and
yellow-tinted clouds. "Hard to shade the wagon in bright light. But, if
I don't," he bumped her with his shoulder, "you attract attention.
Selling slaves is illegal in the City, but not owning them. But still,
you don't see naked bitches in the street, do you?"

Merrie beamed and her tail thumped against his thigh.

He glanced down and smiled. "Don't worry. You won't noticed it, but I'm
going to take the back roads, is that okay?"

She nodded, as if she had an opinion.

Kine settled against the bench and took a deep breath. A prickle of
power rose up around them. The strange, alcoholic ethereal taste tickled
the back of her throat. She felt it crawling against her skin, cool and
comforting in the sun but also fragile in the sun's brilliance.

She squirmed slightly as the pressure of magic increased. Around her,
the shadows looked like they were reaching out for her. The shade from
the leaves and branches grew deeper, turning from a faint blocking of
sun into pitch-black voids that looked like holes in reality itself.

Merrie lifted her arm and looked down below her arm. The shadows of her
limb was a hard-edge darkness. She couldn't see even a hint of the naked
flesh underneath her. Curious, she drew her hand across her body,
watching as her body disappeared from sight in the darkness.

A strange sense of fear and joy rose up inside her. It took her a moment
to realize that the happiness came from Kine. He was home in the
shadows. She glanced up at him and saw that his eyes had turned pale, as
if all the color had been leeched out of his gaze. His skin following,
growing gray and colorless with every passing moment.

Above her, the sun faded faintly and the heat didn't burn as much. She
was in the shade, but there was nothing blocking the burning light
except for the ethereal sense of power.

Kine let out a long, gasping breath. "Damn, that's hard." There was no
color in his skin, just the blue-gray of a man in shade, though the sun
continued to bear down on them.

Merrie reached up and used her arm to wipe the sweat beading his
forehead aside. His skin was cold, almost icy. She wiped her dripping
arm on the bench.

He gave her a comforting smile. After a moment, he turned back to the
road as they came up to the first gate of the city. Without slowing
down, he guided the wagon into the reserved lane. Normally, it was held
for the rich and political. Merrie felt fear rising up, but he drove the
wagon right through the open gate and not even a single guard looked at
him. Instead, the guards paced the wagons in the other lands, their
brown cloaks swirling behind them.

Inside the gate, Kine turned off the first secondary street. It was
shaded and he let out a sigh of relief as the wagon plunged into
darkness. The tension dripped from him but never left.

The horse continued to clop along the cobblestones. In front of them,
people stepped aside without every looking at them. It was an
unconscious movement, the same repulsion that he used at the fair.

Merrie shivered as she watched it, enjoying the flutter of power and the
way it felt cool against her skin. She wondered if she would be able to
see it better when they bonded. She didn't know what to expect or even
hope. She knew that she would share memories with them, but Sable had
Bass' powers and Dixie could tap Tabitha. Would she be able to use the
repulsion that Kine had? She wished she could ask Sable or Dixie what to
expect.

Leaning back into him, she closed her eyes and enjoy the sway of the
wagon and the beat of his heart. She loved every part of his body, more
so when he was thrusting hard into her with short, powerful strokes. She
smiled and nestled closer.

Kine slipped his arm back around her waist. His fingertips danced across
along her taut stomach and down the "V" of her legs.

She grew moist at the anticipation. The soft smells of her pleasure rose
up and she spread her leg invitingly.

He slipped his fingers down to her pussy, spreading her lips and tapping
lightly against the sensitive nub of her clitoris. She gasped at the
impact of his finger against her soaked button. He tapped again, then
added two more fingers to drum against her pussy.

Soft whines rose in her throat. She jerked with every impact, crying out
as the pleasure rose inside her. Kine knew how to please her and his
talents with just three fingers would put all of her lovers to shame.
Soon, she was writhing underneath his manipulations, her breasts
smacking against his arm as she reached for an orgasm.

"Ah!" he pulled back just as she was reaching her orgasm. "I need to
pick up something here."

She whimpered and tapped her pussy with his arm.

Kine chuckled. "Later, bitch."

She flushed and leaned forward as he crawled off the wagon. Breasts
heaving with the aching needing between her legs, she watched as he
circled around and disappeared into a store. Above the door was a plank
with an anvil on it.

Merrie was alone. She glanced around the busy street and saw people
milling around. She felt a surge of embarrassment rising up as she sat
there, naked and with her breasts sticking out. The only relief was the
shadow Kine had parked the wagon in, protecting her bare skin from the sun.

But, despite her nudity, no one looked at her. The same repulsion that
surrounded Kine also protected her from attention. No one would look at
her but she could watch them. She found a thrill in staring at the
people walking by, unconsciously walking around the wagon without even
registering its presence. She could almost reach out and touch them as
they passed, but she was afraid it would break the illusion.

Twenty minutes later, the door to the store opened and Kine strolled out
backwards. "And you'll get me some new collars for the boys too?"

"Of course," came a booming chuckle as a large man dragged himself out
from the darkness. The scrape of metal rang out loudly on the street and
people slowed to watch curiously.

Merrie lifted herself to peer over the edge.

As the storekeeper came out, she saw what he was pulling: a cage.

Her pussy clenched as a heat flushed through her. It was a large cage,
about twice as large as her, and made of welded steel. The joints were
smooth as if the entire thing was drop forged in one piece, but she knew
it was magic that sealed the entire thing together. She shivered at the
heavy-looking metal. If she was inside, there was no escape unless her
master freed her.

Hot juices dribbled down her thighs as she stared at the cage. The thin
bars were shimmering in the sunlight. She could picture herself in it,
thumping her pussy against the bars. A gasping whine rose in her throat.

Kine glanced at her and smiled.

"So, you actually have a wagon?" asked the storekeeper as he looked
around in a circle. "Going to let me see it?"

Kine gasped, then chuckled. "Sorry, here you go." He reached over and
patted the storekeeper on the shoulder. There was a dark flash of magic
and Merrie almost caught a sense of pattern, a spell.

The storekeeper looked around, then focused on the wagon. "Ah, help me
pick this up. I'll get you..." his eyes lifted to Merrie and widened.

Merrie squirmed at his look and crouched down slight to hide behind the
wagon bench.

"Um, boy?"

"Yeah, Rice?"

"You have a naked woman on your wagon."

"Yeah," Kine chuckled, "isn't she beautiful?"

"And you are going to put her in a cage?" Rice sounded surprised.
"You're going to put a full grown woman in a cage?"

Merrie's thighs clenched at the heat boiling inside her. She was growing
wetter with every passing seconds. She remembered the torture of being
in the cage. Then, she couldn't cum and she hurt herself trying to find
some edge of pleasure. Now, she would be confined and helpless but still
able to find that crest of pleasure.

She couldn't wait.

"Yeah," Kine said, his lust naked in his eyes. "I bought her. And she's
an amazing fuck too."

Rice let out a booming laugh and clapped Kine on the shoulder. "You're
going to die."

Kine glared at him, but there was a smile. "It won't be that bad."

"Oh, when She Who Cannot Be Named," Rice wasn't talking about Merrie
anymore, "finds out. She's going to kill you. Not just kill you, she's
going to hang you by your balls and use you for knife practice."

Kine smirked. "I don't think it will be that bad. I've made sure the
bitch can keep our secrets at least. She can't talk."

Even though he didn't know it, Kine was talking as if Merrie was
property, an object. She flushed as she listened to their conversation,
her body growing even hotter. She reached down with one hand and stroked
her pussy, a sheen of her juices coating her arm.

"You know," Rice smirked, "I think I'm going to start a wager. Thirty
marks that you won't make the night."

Kine shook his head and smiled. "Just help me load the cage, please?" He
jumped up and threw back the canvas. It was filled with random things,
stuff that Kine stole or picked up. There was no rhyme or reason to it
other than it attracted his attention. Merrie glanced over it---she saw
it a few times in the last few days---but it matched his mind, chaotic
and fluid, like the shadows themselves.

"Who are you planning on taking all this garbage to?"

Kine shrugged. "Didn't think about it. Maybe The Rat."

"Rat got arrested a week ago. Selling drugs to a guard in front of a
truth mage."

"Damn, what about Gold Buyer?"

"He won't take this crap and you know it."

Her master let out a grunt and piled up the stuff to make room for the
cage. He jumped off the end and grabbed one end of the cage.

Rice took the other. "I heard there is a new fence over on Glorious
Golden Court, I think at 1904 from what I heard."

Kine paused for a moment. "Old Margret?"

"Her daughter. Got a pawn shop going. Pretty good front on her, tits are
too small, plus I've heard only good things from those who fenced with
her. Cute thing too but with a nasty knife. Don't piss her off and don't
ask about her old husband."

"Got it," grunted Kine as they shoved the cage on the wagon. Underneath
Merrie's body, the entire wagon shuddered from the weight of it. A few
bags tumbled off the end of the wagon and hit the ground with the clink
of delicate metal and a crack of glass.

Rice picked up the bag and peered in it. With a shrug, he tossed it back
on the wagon. More glass shattered as it slumped against the steel bars
of the cage. He turned on Merrie's new master. "Well, there you go.
Anything else, boy?"

Kine shook his head and held out his hand. "Thank you, Rice."

In a few more words, Kine and Merrie were once again on the road. The
ethereal smell surrounded them as he shaded the wagon, protecting it
from the attention of others.

Merrie nestled back into her position, her head on his shoulder and her
pussy bared to his hand.

Kine slipped his arm around and pressed his palm to her sex. "God, I
love this. You have the wettest pussy I've every touched." He chuckled,
"well, I guess I haven't really played with too many. A few prostitutes
and Rimmy." His finger curled over her pubic bone and he began to tap
her clitoris.

Right on the edge of an orgasm from seeing the cage, Merrie mouthed his
arm as she came out. The orgasm was brief, but it left sparks floating
across her vision.

He added a second finger, tapping on her soaked pussy. His fingertips
slurped as they struck her, the wet tapping sending sharp pulses of
pleasure coursing through her body.

Merrie arched her back, whimpering as she clutched his arm. Her legs
jerked violently from her orgasm. She tried to keep them open for him,
silently begging for him to add the third finger and the intoxicating
drum, but her thighs clamped down on his hand.

"Did you noticed that Rice didn't call me by my name?"

Still in the throes of her orgasm, Merrie could only nodded as tears
streamed from her eyes. She bucked against his knuckles, desperate for
him to plunge them into her aching hole.

"Secrets. The shadows are full of them. My master says a name is an
anchor, a way of finding you. So, I'm known as 'boy' to Rice but 'kid'
to others. Old Margaret called me 'Ricky.'" He ground his fist between
her pussy, sliding one finger into her drenched hole before bringing the
three fingertips against her clitoris.

With moan of hunger, Merrie used her arm to force her legs apart and
give him access. She closed her eyes as he began to drum, teasing her
and adding to the tiny sparks of ecstasy coursing through her veins.

"We're wrapped in secrets, Rimmy and I. Though," his fingers stopped
against her sex, "I would love to know how you figured out my name."

Merrie tensed up, a whimper in her throat as she rocked her hips toward
his fingers.

"How did you know?"

She looked up at him, unable to answer.

Kine rolled his eyes. "Idiot. I should have told them you could talk to
me. Or course," he rippled his fingers along her soaked pleasure,
"better that you can't talk at all. Even the shadows can be listening
for secrets. I think I like you this way: wordless, moaning, and sexy."
He lifted his hand up from her pussy. Raising it to the air, he peered
over her body as the clear, thick juices ran down his fingers.

Merrie reached out with her arms, catching his wrist between the smooth
ends of her own. Her tail thumped against his hip as she drew his hand
to her mouth, opening obediently.

When her lips wrapped around his fingers, she could taste herself on
them. With a moan, she bobbed along his length, lapping every bit of
flavor from his fingers.

Kine's cock surged as his breathing deepened. "Damn, didn't know you'd
do that."

Merrie arched her back so she could look at him as she popped his
fingers from her mouth. A bit of saliva connected their bodies before it
broke. She let out a soft gasp of content and pleasure.

"You'd really do anything I want, wouldn't you?"

Merrie pushed his hand back down to her pussy as she nodded.

"Good girl."

The familiar pleasure rippled through her. She jammed his hand against
her sex as she moaned.

"Good... girl?"

With a moan, she jammed his hand against her sexy, grinding her hips up
and down against his fingers. He curled his digits into her, plunging
two fingers into the soaked tunnel of her being.

"I like that. Good girl."

She came as he slammed his fingers into her pussy, his knuckles scraping
against her lips. His arm shook from the impact and he forced her closer
to his body. Leaning over, he whispered in your ear. "You are a very
good girl---"

Her pussy clamped down around his fingers. She cried out from the
pleasure, not from magic but from the intimacy of his whisper and the
days of training to respond to that phrase.

"---and you come so sexy too. I like when you beg, you can do that all
you want."

She leaned into his body and drank in the smell of man and shadow. The
curls of her own pleasure drifted through his scent, an intoxicating
mixture of sex and master. It was becoming a comforting smell and one
that brought a flush to her cheeks.

Kine palmed her pussy and rested against the bench. "Life is good,
Merrie. Life is going to be very good for both of us."

She smiled and watched the stores go by. The clopping of the horse on
the cobblestones was hypnotic and she just let her eyes unfocus,
enjoying the hand against her pussy and the comfort that wrapped around her.

It wasn't until twenty minutes later that she found herself focusing on
the buildings that passed. They were houses and apartments, tightly
packed with white walls and painted beams. One of them had a little
flower box that reminded Merrie of a place down the street where she
used to live. And then the old corner grocery store where she used to
grab food when she didn't go shopping.

A tingle ran along Merrie's spine as she stared at the painfully
familiar houses. Kine was driving down her own street, about to pass her
own house. Seven weeks ago, she was rushing out the door because she was
late to work. Instead of coming in only a few minutes late, she was
kidnapped, raped, and cropped. It was less than a ten-week month since
she last ran out the door.

Anticipation and fear shot through her body. Slowly, she levered herself
up into a sitting position. She wondered what her house would look like.
Would it be sealed up like a crime scene, with glowing wards and
whispered warnings? Would it be empty? Or would it be normal with a "for
let" sign in the front. She didn't want to know how the world had moved
on since she was kidnapped.

Time slowed down as the horse clopped its way down the path. Kine,
unaware of her growing fear, continued to lead with the same detached
look he had while driving. In his mind, he was seeing how to break into
houses and steal from the pedestrians. It was just another street to him.

As they came up, Merrie closed her eyes. But, at the last minute, she
cracked them up as they drove past her old life.

It was her house, with white painted walls and a dark blue door. The
flower box still was filled with flowers, the strong-smelling blossoms
her landlady planted before Merrie had moved in. Merrie had let them die
but never replaced them, but now they were back in the box.

A woman was coming out the door, wearing a mini-skirt and a revealing
top. She had a bottle of wine in her hand and a tiny purse tucked
underneath her arm.

A tear ran down Merrie's cheek. The dark-haired woman was doing the same
thing Merrie did on Liefday, going out for a night of partying and
dancing. Maybe coming home with a cute guy for a few seconds of frantic
fucking before passing out.

She not only had lost her life, but someone else had taken over it. The
strange woman was living in her house. She was going to parties and
getting drunk. It was as if no one cared that she was gone, kidnapped.

Choking back a sob, she turned her face into Kine's shoulder and let the
tears run.

"Merrie," Kine whispered. Instead of teasing her, he wrapped his arm
around her head and held her close to him. "Do you know that chick?"

Merrie sobbed pitifully and shook her head, unable to look back at her
doppleganger.

"I can do something, you know. If you want me to?"

She shook her head again and then buried her face back into his
shoulder. A soft whimper rose in her throat. There was always a hope
that she could go back, but she knew there wasn't. Someone had already
taken her life and her home. No doubt her job was also filled. She could
never go back, no matter much she hoped. Even if Kine would fall in love
with her, like Ebony's old master, the door they just passed would never
be hers again.

"Don't worry, little bitch," Kine held her close and stroked her hair,
"I'll take care of you."

She smiled into his arm, the tears cooling on her face.

They rode in silence. The jerks of the wagon quieted as they moved from
the poorer middle-class districts of Franome City onto the bricked roads
of higher society.

Merrie, the tears drying on her cheeks, settled back into her place. Her
master automatically palmed her pussy, but didn't tease her. She was
content to just hold his arm with the ends of her wrists and leaned into
him.

They held each other through a number of district gates until they
reached the Red Brick Quarters. It was an older district of Franome
City, close enough to be in perpetual shadow from the World Tree above
it but no longer in fashion. Most of the houses were behind stone walls
and cast iron gates, but there were signs of a district abandoned. The
stone walls were chipped and broken. Rusted gates squeaked as they
rocked back and forth in the summer breeze. For every house that clung
to the old styles of rich, there was another that had a foreclosure rune
glowing on the gate. Broken windows mixed with wagons barely in repair.
The Quarters weren't abandoned, but they no longer had the pride they
did a hundred years before.

Merrie could feel Kine's excitement rising. They were about to reach her
new home. She felt a bit of despair at the run-down appearance of the
quarters but also joy that she was going to start her new life.

She smelled the house before they came up to it. It wasn't musty or
garbage, but the scent of ethereal grew stronger with every passing
second. It clung to everything, a tickle on the back of the throat or
the first exhalation after drinking strong spirits.

As they came around the corner, she felt her gaze sliding to the side.
It was what her master called a "shade" but it was far more powerful
than anything she saw Kine doing. She could feel it slipping into her
thoughts, pushing her attention to the side. It felt different, though.
Instead of being a wave of power, it was thousands of tiny waves, layers
of spell after spell built up into a massive effect that forced her mind
away.

Merrie clamped down on her shield, wrapping herself in mental leather.
She could feel the pressure building but she fought against it. Her body
shook from the effort as she forced her gaze back. Her vision blurred
for a moment and then there was a wet snapping sensation.

And then she could see her new home. It was a two-story mansion behind a
eroded cast-iron fence. The mansion used to be painted white, but now
the paint was peeling and a few of the columns at the main entrance had
crumbled. The entire top floor had broken windows, some of them boarded
up but others had tattered curtains fluttering in the breeze.

It used to have a brick drive, but weeds and even a few trees had grown
through the cracks. It was now a foot path barely wide enough for the
wagon. The former gardens were overrun in a thick snarl of weeds, vines,
and trees.

Merrie felt some of her excitement faltering. It was a pit.

Kine glanced at her. "Can you see it?"

She nodded and gave him a pleading look.

He was curious but then a wide smile crossed his face. "I'm not surprise
you can see through Rimmy's shade. I know she's stronger than me, but
somehow I wonder if you are somehow more powerful than the both of us."

Merrie cocked her head, a strange fluttering in her stomach.

Kine turned the wagon into the estates. As they crossed the gate, Merrie
felt them crossing the ward. It was like the line of force at the mill's
entrance and at the fence, but instead of a hard edge of power it was a
tingling across her skin and left an alcoholic taste in the back of her
throat.

"I know, it looks like shit, doesn't it?"

Merrie tensed but didn't move.

"You don't have to tell me. When I bought it, it used to be beautiful. I
had gardeners to trim everything, servants to clean the place, and
parties every night." He sighed and pulled her close to him. "And then I
had a really bad patch where I couldn't fence anything. After a while, I
couldn't pay anyone and they left. And then, Rimmy needed me, so I ran
to help her."

He left a chuckle. "She bitched for me to hire people again, but she
wouldn't let the shade go on the house. As soon as anyone left the
mansion, they couldn't find it again. After a week, she stopped trying
and then... I guess... she stopped caring. Mostly, we use it for
storage. I kind of suck at keeping the place up, but what do you do?
With Rimmy's shade, we can't hire anyone but it also means I don't have
to worry about anyone sneaking it."

He squeezed her. "Win some, lose some. Don't worry, it isn't so bad on
the inside."

Kine wasn't sure himself, but Merrie nodded. It was her new home and, if
she was her master, she had no doubt that whatever he wanted, she would
give him.

The wagon swayed dangerously as he drove over plants and rocks. In the
back, the cage slid to the side. The heavy steel slammed against the
side, crushing glass against the edge. With the impact, the wagon
pitched up on the side.

Merrie lost her balance. With a shriek, she fell out of Kine's grip. She
tried to stop herself, her limbs flailing helplessly against the bench
as she plummeted off the wagon.

A sharp pain exploded from her spine as her tail got caught in a gap and
she flipped over before landing face first into a rat's nest of prickle
plants. The sharp pains were nothing compared to agony of her tail. She
rolled off, trying to get away from the prickles and managed to throw
herself into a rose bush.

"Merrie!" Kine was next to her, scooping her up out of the plants and
picking her up.

She let out a pathetic cry and clutched to him, her mind wheeling from
the impact and the sudden series of pain.

"Are you okay, girl?"

Merrie sniffed and wiped the tears from her face.

"Well," he gave her a kiss and a smile, "I guess I won't be returning
the horse."

She peered over his shoulder at the wagon. The leather holding the horse
had snapped and in the distance she could hear the hooves clopping
loudly on the bricks. She whimpered as she looked at him.

"Don't worry. I stole it." He winked. "I wasn't going to really return
it. There is a guy here who buys horses." And somehow, that made her
feel better.

She smiled and clung to him as he carried her back to the foot path on
the trail. The wagon had spilled out into the garden. He stopped at her
cage and set her down.

She stared at it with a flickering heat boiling inside her. Her new
home, her new cage. Trembling, she reached out and stroked the metal. It
tingled underneath her touch and she brought her aching tail between her
legs to sop up the sudden warmth she felt.

"I'll get it later. Come on, want to see your new home?"

Merrie knelt down and barked.

"Good girl."

Her tail wagged between her legs, tickling her pussy at the sensation.

"Come on." He gestured and she obeyed, the submission adding the edge of
anticipation inside her.

Inside, the mansion was different. She half expected to see garbage, but
the musty smell of an old house wasn't interrupted by rotted food or
filth. Instead, the entire front room was filled with furniture and
treasure. Gold jewelry was haphazardly thrown on the ends of dressers,
beds, and mirrors. Silver charms and things that glowed with faint magic
were tossed between half a dozen mattresses and huge piles of slowly
rotting curtains.

Three trails cut through the clutter: one up the stairs around the
gaping hole in the center, another to the right to what looked like a
dining room, and a third toward a hallway.

Kine pointed toward the hall. "That's the north end. Rimmy lives on the
south," his hand swung up to the stairs, "up on the second floor. And
that," he pointed to the dining room, "is to the kitchen and where we
spend most of our time."

A dog barked and another howled.

"Oh, that those are my dogs."

The barking turned into snarling and then into the sound of fighting.
After a few seconds, there was a high-pitched yelp and it grew silent again.

Merrie shivered at the sound.

"Better check on them. Come on."

She didn't want to, but she followed her new master down the trail
leading to the kitchen. As they got closer, she caught a whiff of
rotting food. She made a face, but Kine didn't stop.

He led her through a huge formal dining room covered in dust and into
the kitchen. The smell grew stronger. It was the familiar smell of
dishes left in the sink too long, a smell she had inflicted on herself
in more than one occasion.

The barking and growling grew louder. It echoed down a hallway from the
back of the kitchen. Peering through the legs of a small table in the
middle of the kitchen, she could see two doors on each side of the
hallway and a fifth leading into a room plunged in shadows.

She could see movement in the darkness, of large bodies pacing back and
forth. The barking grew louder and she saw a flash of teeth. It reached
a frenzy and then the movements turned into a storm of snarls, teeth,
and bodies slamming into each other. The Cage door rattled loudly as the
dogs attacked each other.

There was mindless rage in the dark and Merrie felt fear coursing down
her spine.

Kine chuckled. "Sounds like Tamin is getting a bit bitchy." He continued
down the hall into the darkness. His body seemed to disappear in the
shadows.

Merrie hesitated as she stared into the dark.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot you can't see in the dark. Here, try this."

Light grew in the room from four globes hanging from the ceiling and
Merrie got her first look at Kine's canines.

There was eight of them and even the smallest was larger than her. All
of them had broad chested, powerful-looking hindquarters, and jaws
larger than her head. Their tails were short, only little rounded ends.
Her heart beat faster as she stared at them, her eyes focusing on the
largest of the pack.

He had dark eyes, almost a black that didn't reflect the light. His
mouth was a broad expanse of teeth and jaws. It was large enough to rip
off her arm, if he wanted to, and the ripple of muscles gave Merrie a
fear of being cropped. The alpha male could tear her to pieces in a second.

Kine walked over to him. "Ah, Tamin, having a good day?"

The dog growled and his lip peeled back. The shadows gathered around
him, darkening his form. Merrie could see the curls of power rising off
the dog, but it was unfocused and sputtered.

Tamin lunged forward and snapped at Kine's outstretched fingers.

There was a surge of power from Kine and Merrie's new master was
suddenly a foot away from the cage.

Merrie whine and backed away. She could feel the anger and rage boiling
off Tamin. The other seven were also the same: hungry, anxious, and
filled with a raging energy. She was suffocating from the dog's needs.
With a sob, she crawled back into the kitchen.

Kine followed after her, rubbing his hands. "Okay, he might be a bit
hungry. But isn't he beautiful?"

She didn't think so, but she nodded. She glanced down the hall and saw
Tamin's eyes staring at her from the darkness.

"Merrie, are you okay?"

She whined and backed up some more, stepping to the side to break the
dog's gaze.

"He scared you?"

She nodded sharply, peeking at the door.

"Well, I'll feed him later. Come on, want to see where I'm going to fuck
you?"

Thankful, she nodded again and her tail wagged. She didn't know if Kine
would be upset, but she didn't want to ever go near the dogs again.

"Don't worry, girl." He patted her on her head. "Let's go."

He lead her toward his end of the house. The hallway was just as
cluttered as the front hall. She crawled over a pile of rugs as she
followed him. The narrow path was claustrophobic. They passed a number
of doors, all of them blocked. Only one door was clear and he headed
straight for it.

She wasn't surprised to see that it was piled high with more furniture.
The items were higher quality, including gold and jewels, but he
gestured to a massive, four-poster bed. It was the only place of
neatness in the entire room, with a wide path around it. A wall of
dressers and wardrobes were facing the bed and she could see clothes
sticking out the drawers.

It smelled of Kine and shadows. She breathed in the smell and crawled
around the room. The bed was soft and the blankets felt rich against her
skin. She got up on her knees and peered over it.

Kine knelt down next to her. "I'm going to fuck you on this bed."

She whimpered, her body tingling with anticipation.

"And over there," he pointed to the foot of the bed, "is where I'm going
to put your cage. That way, in the middle of the night, I can just look
down and see you... helpless at my feet."

Her pussy clenched at the thought of it. Trembling, she got back on her
wrists and knees and crawled over. There was a pile of clothes at the
foot of the bed. She peeked up at him. Seeing his smile and feeling the
spark of lust burning inside him, she used her short arms to push the
clothes out of the way. The musty, ethereal scent rose up around her,
mixing in with his scent. She managed to clear out a spot about as large
as the cage.

Panting to herself, she circled around three times, then got on her
knees. Raising herself up, she stared at him with a parted mouth. She
leaned forward and gave a soft bark. She spread her legs, stopping only
when she felt her labia spreading apart and the warm air teasing her
clitoris. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she brought her wrists
up to neck and gave her best sultry look.

His pants grew tight around his crotch and she lowered her gaze to it.
She knew what was straining the buttons and desperately wanted to feel
it inside her. She barked again, thrusting her breasts out. She could
feel his gaze against her and the small measure of control crumbling.

"Damn the gods," he muttered with a smile. He came around her as he
fumbled with his buttons.

Her tail waved back and forth slowly as she stared at it, desperate for
him and helpless to free him. She reached up with her arms, the smooth
ends caressing his thigh.

"No," he whispered, "hands down. I want to do this."

Juices surged down her thighs. Her tail snapped back and forth, hitting
the legs of his bed. She opened her mouth wide, panting as she stared at
the cock in front of her.

"Wider," he commanded.

She moaned at the order and forced her mouth as open as she could. She
trembled with need as he eased his cock past her lips. He didn't touch
it against her mouth or tongue, but held it there. The heat rolled off
his length, the hardness pulsating the air.

Precum ran down on her tongue. She felt it pooling in the valley.

"Hold it there. I want to fill your mouth. I want to see it pooling in
there."

Quiet whimpers rose out of her throat but she held herself still.

He began to pump his cock. With every stroke, droplets of cum splattered
into her mouth. He stared into her eyes---the color had returned at some
point and she realized they were a dark, murky brown color. She smiled
and kept her lips parted for his cum.

"I can't wait to see you in a cage. And... and, I'm going to get you a
collar." Kine's pumping grew harder.

Merrie squirmed at the images she picked up from her master. They leaked
out with every wet, slurping stroke. It burst in her mind, a different
fantasy in each stroke: her crouched down in the cage, whimpering for
freedom; her under the dining table, sucking on his cock; a morning blow
job; her bent over the edge of the beg with her tail up and her buttocks
spread apart for his cock. Each one was a plan and a hope and it slammed
into her with the force of a punch.

Her body exploded with lust, an orgasm coursing up triggered by nothing
more than the endless fantasies of what he was going to do to her. She
bobbed in the intense emotions and pictures, losing her physical form in
the endless rapid-fire scenes of lust and domination.

His pumping grew faster, the wet slurping of his precum filling her
ears. It dribbled into her mouth and coated her tongue with the salty
slickness. She swirled it around with her tongue, pushing the hot liquid
from one side to the other. She loved the taste of it. She reached up to
lap at it but he pulled back.

"No, no. No touching. I'm going to fill your mouth."

He fisted himself with one hand. With his other, he grabbed her right
ear and clamped down on it.

Her body spasmed at the touch, then she shivered as he drew her closer,
guiding her with nothing but her sensitive ear. He was in charge and she
wanted it with all her heart. She shook with the effort to hold still
but the pleasure continued to rise up inside her. Tiny orgasms rippled
through her body, exploding with every droplet of precum that dripped
into her mouth.

"I love your whimpers. I love when you beg." He groaned as he pounded
his cock. The precum was flowing faster and she had to lick her lips to
catch the splatters that threatened to fall.

Instantly, his mind was fixed on the idea of cumming in her mouth. He
was at the crest of his orgasm and it was only strokes before he filled
her mouth with hot cum and lust.

She wanted to grab his ass and suck on it, but she was a good bitch. She
held herself still, one hand between her legs and against her heated slit.

"Fuck!" he roared. He released his cock and grabbed her other ear. With
a powerful stroke, he buried his cock into her mouth and held it there.
The pain and pleasure exploded inside her as the hot jets of his cum
splattered against the back of her throat, right against her gag reflex.

She choked on his cum. She managed to force her tongue against the back
of her throat to prevent it from dripping down. Merrie moaned as the cum
poured into her mouth. She tilted her head back so it could pool in her
cheeks. Her tongue swirled around the cum; it clung and flooded her tastes.

Merrie dropped her arms to her legs, rubbing against her pussy as he
continued to cum. It filled her mouth and she realized that it was going
to drip out if he didn't stop coming. The little fear was minor and
insignificant, but the idea that she would have to lick it off the floor
sent an intense rush through her veins. She inhaled through her nose, a
long shuddering breath as the tiny sparks of orgasm ran tore through her
body. She fought the urge to let it spill even as she struggled to keep
it pooled in her mouth.

"Kine!" They both jumped at a woman's voice calling down the hall.

"Oh crap," whispered Kine and a final blast of cum poured into her
mouth. A thick dribble tickled the corner of her mouth, threatening to
pour out.

He stepped back and fumbled with his pants. His cock, glistening and
dripping, shot out once into the air and landed on her face. He managed
to get it into his pants and buttoned it up.

"Kine!?"

"I-I'll be right back." The shadows gathered around him, choking her
with the alcoholic scent. The room grew darker by the second and he
stepped back into it, his body disappearing in a heartbeat. She stared
into his eyes, the brown hovering in the black.

And then he was gone.

Merrie froze, her mouth gaping open and pooled with cum. She couldn't
feel him in the room anymore.

A moment later, she heard talking down the hallway. Kine was speaking
with a woman, their voices in soft whispers but they grew quickly more
tense. Even through the walls and their natural repulsion of shadows,
Merrie could feel the emotions rising.

"You bought what!?" Rimmy's scream was a high-pitched shriek. "What is
wrong with you!?" Her voice resonated with the crystals in Kine's room
and they rang out in sympathy.

She jerked and the cum in her mouth dribbled out the side. She felt the
hot liquid running down her chin, clinging to her throat, and running
down her front. She shivered at the sensation, a moan vibrating her
throat and around the cum held there.

"Damn it, Kine! What part of keeping a low profile is buying a fucking
slave!? What if she talks?"

"She won't be talking, Rimmy, I swear!"

"And how is that? You going to gag her?"

"I got a geas put on her."

"You don't even know what a fucking geas is! I was there when you heard
about it. How do you even know it is on right? Some country hick told
you that it was on her? What if they were lying?"

"It isn't a lie. I promise, she is geased not to talk."

"What is the knot?"

"T-The what?"

"The fucking knot? Every geas has a trigger to release it. So, what is
it?" Her voice was growing shriller by the second.

"I-I..." a faint pause. "I don't know."

"Damn the shadows, Kine! You were suppose to stick with petty thefts.
And you came home with a wagon full of crap and a fucking sex slave!"

He didn't respond.

"Where is she? It's a she, right?"

"Yeah, Rimmy. Her name is Merrie."

"I thought," came her voice as they drew closer, "she couldn't talk?"

"It was before the geas."

"You talking to your fucking slave before you bought her. What did you
do, buy her dinner before buying her ass?"

They were just outside the door.

Merrie looked around in panic. She still had a mouth full of cum and the
fury in Rimmy's voice told her that walking in to find it pooling on her
tongue wouldn't be right. Fear coursing through her vein, she closed her
mouth and swallowed. The thick glob of cum ran down her throat, mixing
in with the humiliation and fear of breaking a command.

The door slammed open and Rimmy stormed in.

She wore a dark gray outfit, a simple cloth wrapped around her body. It
clung to her curves, but she was small breasted with nipples tenting the
fabric. Her hips were narrow and she wore black slippers on her feet.
The dark, shadow-colored fabric contrasted with her brown skin.

Even though she saw Rimmy in Kine's memories, Merrie had never really
seen a Melkuth woman before. It was the country to the south of Franome.
It was known for their dark skin women and a domineering matriarch.

Behind her, Kine looked nervous as he followed after her.

Merrie gulped at the hatred in Rimmy's eyes. She squirmed, unsure if she
should be begging or cowering. She couldn't read the woman in front of
her, not through the rage that burned inside her. She was also shielded,
just like Kine.

Rimmy's eyes scanned over her, from head to toe. Her eyes narrowed. With
a snap, she spun on Kine. "You were just fucking her, weren't you?"

"Rimmy? I-I wasn't...." His voice trailed off.

Merrie realized she had a line of cum down the side of her mouth. She
tried wipe it off, but it was too late.

Rimmy slammed Kine against the door frame. It shuddered the wall and
dust poured down around Merrie.

"Listen, you little fuck. We are suppose to be in the shadows, not
standing out in the light. It's bad enough you can't stop stealing crap,
but you aren't suppose to bring it home."

"I had to, Rimmy. I had---"

"No! Damn it, Kine. It's bad enough that you have no clue what you're
doing! This," she gestured angrily at Merrie, "is just like the damn
dogs. You didn't know the first damn thing about breeding dogs. You
didn't even get a bitch because you were all hung up on some damned
fantasy!"

"I said I was sorry."

"Have you fed them?"

"We," he blushed hotly, "just got home."

Rimmy leaned into him. "You've been home long enough to fuck her."

"I..."

"I'm going to bed." Rimmy's voice grew seething and angry. "And feed
your fucking dogs."

The shadows gathered around Rimmy. The darkness clawed across the room,
wrapping around Rimmy in a cloak of shadows. The air grew choking and
the aftertaste of alcohol. Merrie could feel the taste of it burning the
back of her throat and her eyes watered.

The shadows peeled back and Rimmy was gone.

Kine wiped his brow with his arm. He took a deep breath. "All right,
she's going to kill me."

Merrie whimpered.

His eyes took her in. He stepped into the room. "Well, I'm not going to
get any from her tonight. And you," his eyes twinkled as all the fear
evaporated in a heartbeat, "little bitch," he stopped in front of her,
"swallowed."

She looked down, ashamed but incredibly turned on. She smiled as she
stared at the ground. She was going to get punished.

**

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