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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 52: Kissing Up
by t'Sade

There is little to ruin Merrie's life. She had bonded with her master
and life was good. She enjoyed the sex and closeness with the man she
saved. But, there was still Rimmy. Was there anything Merrie could do to
earn Rimmy's acceptance?

(MF mdom oral, FF oral reluc ws)

**

Times slips away during moments of happiness. One day, she was in a
frigid room and kneeling in her master's blood. The next, it was the
beginning of spring and she was sprawled out on the bed, watching her
master pulling on his formal clothes for a dinner party.

Her tail wagged back and forth with her joy. The afterglow of their sex
still smoldered inside her. She squeezed her thighs together just to
feel the squelch of his cum against her pussy lips.

"Going to play with yourself while we're gone?" He was almost naked as
he puzzled at the formal suit hanging from the wardrobe. It was tailored
for him, but she knew that he never wore a suit in his life. He ran the
straps through his fingers and sighed.

She grinned and roll on her back, spreading her legs and reaching down
with her arms. Her tail bumped back and forth, tapping against her knees
as she ran the ridge of her arm along her pussy. (Like this?)

"I'm not going to look," he chuckled, "I'm going to get hard again."

Merrie grinned and projected her senses, the way her freshly shaved
pussy felt along her arms, or the intoxicating smells of her juices
drifted around her.

Her master groaned and leaned into the wardrobe, his cock growing hard
and aching. "You're a bad girl."

A thrill coursed along her senses. When he said "bad girl" it was just
as pleasurable as "good girl." She loved being punished, because he
loved to punish her. He didn't need an answer, but she had to resist a
little more.

Projecting a false shame, she snatched her arms from her sex and rolled
back over. (Sorry, master.)

He looked over his shoulder at her. "Don't do it again, otherwise you'll
spend the night in the cage."

Her master and Rimmy were going to a formal party, the first once since
he rescued Rimmy from Des. It had brought a sense of anticipation to his
household, a feeling that it was more than just going out.

Even Rimmy got into the mood. She had a new dress made for her and
refused to let anyone see.

He sneaked a look, naturally, jumping from shadow to shadow. In the back
of his mind, he was already planning on getting her out of it after the
party.

Merrie felt jealousy rising up and clamped down on it. It was going to
be a long night and being the cage helped console her during their
all-night affairs. It wasn't a matter that she was going to get
punished, simply how she would be locked away from the night. Her tail
wagged faster.

"Don't be angry, girl, you know I love you."

She opened her eyes and smiled. There was no doubt that he loved her. He
loved her with all his heart and she was close enough to know it. But,
he also knew that there was still friction between he and Rimmy. (I'm
not angry, master. Just a little jealous.)

He turned around, his cock still hard, and padded over. She got on her
knees as he reached her and stretched out her head. His hand stroked her
ears, running along the ridge and sending little waves of pleasure down
her spine. "I have two beautiful women in my life, girl. Both of you are
to stay and I'm going to die old with the two of you."

Her tail snapped back and forth, cutting through the air as she stared
at him. Her heart was swelling with love and passion for the man who had
her soul. (I love you, master.)

He smiled. "I know, but stop letting me stall. I need to get dressed. Do
you know how this goes on?"

Merrie glanced at the outfit. She knew that she saw someone wear it
once, but she couldn't recall where or how. It was in the dark void of
her life before the mill. She closed her eyes and dredged through her
master's memories. He saw someone putting it on in preparation for a
theft. She took the memory, stripped off the emotions and haze of time,
and projected it to him.

Her master smiled and grabbed the outfit. "Again," he ordered.

She obeyed and he used the memories to dress.

"Can't believe we are actually invited to a royal party."

(You did recover the prince's signet ring.)

"I'm damn glad---", he switched smoothly to telepathy to avoid anyone
listening, (didn't fence that damn thing. Otherwise, I'd have my balls
spread out across Eagle Court like Old Man Gother.) He shuddered at the
image of the thief who was caught with the prince's crown.

Merrie beamed and wagged her tail. (I love you, master.) It was to
distract him and it worked.

"I love you, sexy little bitch." His love radiated along their
connection and she basked in the warmth.

"But, you did get me hard." He pointed to the bulge at his crotch.

(Sorry, master,) she lied with her ears down against her head and her
tail between her legs. She felt a heat rising up inside her, responding
to his lustful thoughts.

"You should be." He struggled with the metal zipper, a strange fashion
currently popular with the rich crowds. He winced as he pulled it down,
pulling his cock out. It was red and slick.

"Clean me off, bitch."

Merrie said nothing as she meekly crawled over to the edge. Inside, she
was already boiling with excitement, her pussy tingling with anticipation.

"And don't spill a drop."

With a whine, she opened her mouth and slid his hardness into her lips.
She could taste her own pussy seasoning his length. She gulped it down,
pressing her face into the hard edges of the zipper teeth to bring him
deep into her mouth.

He pulsed inside her, his cock coating the inside of her mouth with precum.

Moving at exactly the right pace to give him pleasure, she drew out and
bobbed down. Her lips molded to every vein and ridge as if she was made
for him. She knew exactly what would give him pleasure. It didn't matter
if he would leave her aching for an orgasm, all that mattered was his
own crest of pleasure.

As usual, he was running late so she hurried. She slid up and down,
sucking at the right places.

Her master winced. "These zippers hurt. How can anyone get a blow job in
them?"

She shoved her face down, using her lips to protect him from the zipper
and focused on laving his length with her tongue. He pulsed hotter
inside her.

And then his hands came down, grabbing her ears to drive her. She felt a
tiny thrill of pleasure coursing along her body as he pulled her back
and thrust into her mouth. He didn't need time to get in a rhythm, it
was burned into her very soul and he was pounding her face without any
warning other than thought of doing it.

She submitted to him, an orgasm burning brightly inside her. She didn't
need to be touched or fucked anymore. She came when he did, no matter
what she did. And he was coming in her mouth.

Merrie caught the cum in her mouth, adding to the wet friction around
his cock as he pumped his seed into her. It was hot and salty, a taste
that she craved more than life itself.

When he pulled out, she used her lips to clean his shaft. Her tail
wagged happily as she clamped down on his tip, sucking on it to clean
out any remaining cum from his length before letting it slide out with a
pop.

Her master chuckled. "I never get tired of that." He stuffed his cock
back into his pants. "Now, no projecting or turning me on. Bad enough
that the royal princess is the sexiest..."

Inwardly smiling, Merrie decided to misbehave. Swirling his cum in her
mouth, she pushed it out of the corner of her mouth. The thick dribble
ran down her chin and followed the curve of her neck before it
splattered on her breast. She leaned forward as more of the cum came
dribbling out.

He didn't noticed as he continued speaking. "... piece of ass this side
of the country, but it would be bad to... have a..."

Her master was staring at her.

Merrie fought the wagging of her tail as she looked up at him through
her eyelashes. She knew it was going to turn him on just as she knew how
he would response.

"Bad girl."

She came.

Merrie gasped and opened her mouth more, letting the cum dribble out
from the corners of her mouth.

Her master's eyes narrowed. "Bad, bad girl," but his cock was growing
hard again and his mind bright with lust. "You're going straight to the
cage."

She came again, she couldn't help it.

"Swallow!" he ordered.

She gulped down his seed, enjoying the thick glob as it rolled down her
throat.

"Clean yourself up." His breath was getting deeper as he stared at her.

Ever aware of the time, she cleaned herself up with her arm. She rolled
the end along the dribbles and wiped herself clean. Each time, she
brought the glistening tip of her wrist up to her mouth and licked it clean.

He was aching hard by the time she finished. He groaned and stroked
himself. "The floor."

Her body hot with orgasms, she flatted her ears and whined.

"The floor!" he snapped almost coming himself.

Giving the show of reluctance, she slipped off the bed and on the floor.
It was cleared off and dusted. His cum was a few splatters of white
against the hardwood. Spreading her legs so he could enjoying the sight,
she lapped at the floor and cleaned up the ground with slow licks.

"I'm going to be late," he said.

He wasn't. Her time keeping spell telling her exactly how many minutes
he had left and he had plenty. But, giving him the impression of being
late kept him focused on preparing for the party instead of wandering
the house.

He sat down on the bed, his cock straining against his zipper. He opened
it and fished it out. "Kneel," he commanded.

Meekly but on the edge of an orgasm, Merrie crawled between his legs.
She was ready for him, she knew what he wanted.

He grabbed her head and forced her down on his cock. He gave her no
chance to resist or whine, but slammed it home. His fingers dug into her
hair, crushing her ears against her head. The pain blurred with the
pleasure of submission.

And then he was pounding her face into his cock, using her as nothing
but a hole to fuck. She wrapped her teeth with her lips and lost herself
in the pleasure of her face being slammed into his crotch, his pubic
hair a blur of darkness across her vision.

She came at his domination and her orgasm rippled back down through
their connection. His efforts redoubled. He grunted with every stroke,
slamming her down again and again to force his cock against the back of
her throat. It drummed against her, filling her with heat and lust.

With a roar, he came again, surging hotly inside her. His cum painted
the back of her throat and she gulped it eagerly down. He punctuated
each spurt of his cock by jamming her head down on his cock. She opened
her jaw as wide as it would go, mouthing his balls until he vented the
last of his orgasm into her.

He held her there, choking off her breath. "If you let anymore leak out,
I will punish you, bitch. Do you understand?"

She could answer telepathically, but he didn't want that. She whimpered
and pressed her wrists down to the ground. Her tail flatted on the
ground and she let out a soft whine that vibrated his length.

"Bad girl," he whispered and pulled his softening cock out. He grinned.
(Now I feel better.)

(Thank you, master.)

He shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped it back up. This time,
it remained soft and limp. "Where is she?"

He didn't need to say who. Merrie reached out for Rimmy and found her
still in her room. (Her room, master.)

"Damn, she's going to make us late."

Merrie could barely keep her master on time, but most of the time Rimmy
was more timely than him. She shrugged and then nodded.

"Go check on her and tell her to hurry."

It was a command and she felt a thrill. Gathering the shadows around
her, she pulled them around her in a cloak and stepped into the Shadows.
The inverted world gave her a thrill, if only because she was going
somewhere she couldn't even dream of as a child. She took the half step
to the upstairs and stepped back through.

"I told you," Rimmy said as she turned around, "you don't get to... see
this..." Her green eyes took in Merrie. "It's you." There was annoyance
in her voice.

Merrie barked.

Rimmy was wearing the fashion of the day. It was a large hoop skirt in a
yellow cream with intricate embroidery along her narrow waist and hips.
Her breasts stuck out, pushed into place by a bone corset that narrowed
her waist almost to a wasp-like thinness. Her nipples were barely hidden
by the scalloped edge of the her front and the yellow set off her brown
skin elegantly.

Her hair, grown out with a bit of magic at the hair dresser, had been
piled high on her head in a sixteen strand braid in a homage to the
prince's birthday. Little diamonds, culled from the jewelry stored in
one of the side rooms, glittered from her hair and her throat, all of
them canary diamonds and set in yellow gold.

She was beautiful and Merrie's heart ached for her. She knew that much
of her lust for Rimmy came from her master's own desires, but that just
made the pang harder to resist. Rimmy had never accepted her into the house.

"Well, you are as close as a woman in this house. How do I look?"

Merrie knelt down and gave a large nod and a bark.

"I suppose that means I look good?"

Another bark.

"I feel like I'm trapped in all these clothing. How do royalty do
anything in this? Half the stories are about them having fights on
building tops and in streets. You can't fight worth crap in this thing,"
she plucked at her skirt. The hem lifted up to reveal a matching pair of
shoes with three centimeter heels.

Merrie giggled, her mind still not sure how to give the chuckling woof
that came out.

Rimmy rolled her eyes. "Talking to a fucking bitch. Well, he sent you
because I'm late, right?"

Merrie shrugged and nodded.

"Ever since you that..." she paused as a tension rose up. She had shown
up after Merrie had bonded and burst into tears. After that, she never
talked about the day or admitted that she had shed a tear over her
master. "... you showed up," she corrected herself, "he's been a time
freak. Kind of nice, except when he's ready before me."

Smiling, Merrie just cocked her head.

Rimmy glared at him. "You fucked him, didn't you?"

Sheepishly, Merrie nodded.

"Lucky bastard. I wish I thought of fingering one off before dressing.
I'm so anxious I think my shoulder blades are going to sprout wings."
She sighed, "Well, come on, bitch. Let's go find your master."

With a bark, Merrie pranced across Rimmy's room and pawed at the door.
Rimmy opened it for her and together they headed down the empty hallway
toward the stairs.

A discomfort rose up behind her, radiating from Rimmy. "Damn."

Merrie stopped and looked around.

Rimmy rocked her hips and frowned. "I forgot to ask, how do they pee in
this thing?"

Merrie cocked her head again.

With a blush, Rimmy looked down. "I was thinking about fighting and then
I wondered how they went the bathroom without servants. And, naturally,
I had to pee. Damn it, it took me an hour to get into this thing." Rimmy
peered over the railing. "Damn it."

Merrie got an idea. She turned and nosed Rimmy back toward her room.

"What are you doing?"

She pushed Rimmy again, this time more insistently.

Reluctantly, Rimmy backed up into her room. She continued back until she
reached the edge of the bed and sat down. "What are you doing, bitch?"

Merrie bowed down and nosed the hem of her skirt and stuck her head
underneath.

Rimmy gasped. "No, I'm not doing that." She shoved the skirt back down
and lashed out Merrie. "I know what Kine said, but I don't care. That's
disgusting."

Merrie sat back on her knees. It was natural to have her legs for
balance, but her side hurt from where Rimmy's foot caught her. She
brought her wrists up her neck and barked.

"No," repeated the woman but then she groaned. "Damn it."

With a faint smile on her lips, Merrie barked. The image of the toilet
girls at the fair rose up and she wagged her tail as her excitement rose.

"That's disgusting." Rimmy stood up and fumbled with her ties. She
managed to get one undone before she stopped. Her dark cheeks colored as
she looked at Merrie. "Don't tell him, okay?"

(Merrie?) Her master sent a quick question. (Is she almost ready?)

Merrie shielded her thoughts before responding. (She's having difficulty
with her dress. Give us a moment?)

(Is it sexy?)

Merrie sent an image of Rimmy half-dressed, her breasts hanging out as
she struggled to put on her corset.

The surge of lust rose from her master and then frustration. (No more
teasing. I'm going to let the dogs out. Just get her ready.)

(Yes, master.)

Focusing on Rimmy, Merrie shook her head and circled her heart with her
arm, a mute promise.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

A flush crossing her cheeks, Merrie though for a moment. Then she mimed
Rimmy hiking up her skirt.

Rimmy's cheeks were just as dark as Merrie's. She gathered up her large
hoop skirt and pulled it up. Underneath, she wasn't wearing anything
besides white, thigh-high stockings and a thong. It wasn't quite fashion
and Merrie felt a brief pang of jealousy, the easy access was her
master, not for her.

"I-I'm not going to enjoy this," stammered Rimmy, "just hurry up." She
spread her legs, her body trembling with her own emotions, fear and
anticipation.

Merrie crawled forward. She took a deep breath. She had never been this
close to Rimmy before, but she knew the scent. She found it on her
master's body, on his cock, and on his skin. She was intimately aware of
every scent she encountered, but there was a richness that was lost when
it was transferred to her master's body.

She crept forward. With her closeness, it was easier to delve through
Rimmy's emotions. She could feel the fear and embarrassment radiating
from the dark skinned woman. There was also the fear that she would be a
lesbian; her home country of Melkuth was known for militant woman with
little time for males.

Reaching down, Merrie planted a kiss at the hem of the stocking. Rimmy's
thigh was slender and muscular. Walking the Shadows burned away the food
as much as the acrobatics that she did during the thefts and crimes she
committed. Merrie leaned over and kissed the other side.

"I'm not looking for a date," warned Rimmy. But, her heartbeat was
speeding up at the light caress.

Merrie decided that she needed to relax. Working up, she kissed along
Rimmy's thighs, working one side and then the other. Her soft lips sent
tiny tremors of pleasure along Rimmy and soon, she could smell the tangy
sweet smell of reluctant excitement right above her head.

She continued to work her way up, moving from kissing to mouthing
Rimmy's inner thighs. The muscles bunched up underneath her mouth, both
encouraging and resisting at the same time. There was a tension
underneath her, a swirling of fear and excitement.

Merrie took her time before she reached Rimmy's pussy. The opening was
covered by cream lace fabric. The fabric bulged around the thick,
swollen lips and the heavy patch of pubic hair that covered them. She
buried her nose in the pronounced slit and took a deep breath.

Rimmy's scent was strong and intoxicating. The Shadows permeated her
body just like Merrie's master, and the aftertaste of alcohol and shadow
was a delicate finish to the smell.

Merrie smiled and ran the tip of her tongue along the fabric-covered
slit. It had been months since she licked another woman, but some things
were never forgotten. She shifted to the side and laved her tongue along
the elastic of Rimmy's thong, tracing the junction of fabric, hair, and
womanhood in a long, teasing stroke.

"Damn it, bitch, I'm not..."

The voice trailed off when Merrie moved to the other side and repeated
the lick.

Rimmy's buttocks tightened up as she shifted on her feet.

Merrie kept her mouth against Rimmy's sex with the movement. When the
woman stopped, Merrie worked her nose underneath the elastic and pushed
it aside.

"H-Hurry up," gasped Rimmy, but her body was trembling. Merrie listened
to her deep breathing and to the thoughts running through her mind.
Rimmy was surprised by the pleasure and she felt guilty for enjoying it.

Merrie shoved the underwear aside and buried her face into the moist
folds. Rimmy's sex was gorgeous: thick folds. Her damp hairs clung to
Merrie's face. She used her tongue to explore them, working the tip
along the tiny lines. She enjoyed the taste, the richness that tickled
her throat.

Tilting her head back, Merrie pressed her entire mouth along Rimmy's
slit. Her tongue darted out and she found the center of Rimmy's opening.
She slurped around the opening until she felt Rimmy's thighs clamp
around her.

She waited for Rimmy to deny her, but no words came up. Just soft,
panting breaths.

Merrie was encouraged. She wrapped her arms around Rimmy's thighs for
balance.

Rimmy inhaled sharply and her juices flooded Merrie's mouth.

Merrie worked her entire mouth up the hairy pussy and sought out Rimmy's
clitoris. She had a large one, with a rounded tip that felt like a small
cock. It was already throbbing with excitement. Merrie lapped at it,
circling around with her tip before pressing the flat of her tongue over
the top.

Above her, muffled by the skirts, Rimmy gasped loudly. There was a surge
of desperate lust. "D-Don't stop," whimpered Rimmy.

Merrie had no intent on stopping. She gave a few wet slurps before she
bore down to bring Rimmy to an orgasm. Using hours of experience, she
swirled and teased, drawing patterns with her tongue, and used her
entire face to work her lips against Rimmy's entire sex.

Rimmy's thighs clamped around Merrie's head as a gasp filled the room.
"No, no, no," she called out into the room. Her hips ground down against
Merrie's face. "No, don't stop, please whatever you do, don't stop."

The cries of desperation were loud enough that Merrie felt her master
growing curious. As she continued to slurp and lap, Merrie reached out
for Tamin.

(Alpha?)

(Tamin, start fighting.)

The massive dog, though calmed down significantly ever since she took
over the pack, rose up with excitement. A moment later, barking and
snarling echoed off the windows.

"No, no, don't fight!" Her master's voice drifted up from the first floor.

Rimmy tensed up, wondering if she had to intervene between Merrie's
master and the dog, but then Merrie clamped her mouth down on her
clitoris. Rimmy's attention was brought instantly on her body and the
pleasure. Her orgasm was hovering just over the edge because Merrie was
careful to keep her there. She wanted Rimmy to have a strong orgasm, to
give her relief and let her relax enough to empty her bladder.

Merrie's face was soaked with Rimmy's juices and she loved it. She
brought the woman up to the edge of orgasm once again, listening to the
cries of desperation, the need to come.

She gave Rimmy's clitoris a little nip, exactly enough to send a shock
through her system. The held-back orgasm tore through Rimmy. She snapped
her mouth shut and a long-winded wail ripped from her throat. She
released her skirt as she clutched at Merrie's head through the thin
fabric. Her entire body lit up with the orgasm and her legs began to quake.

Merrie held her tightly, bracing Rimmy from falling as she sucked hard
on the clitoris. Rimmy's sex soaked Merrie's face, chin, and throat. The
stifling heat was intoxicating, as was the tight, frantic grip Rimmy had
on her head.

Rimmy slumped on Merrie, her weight bearing down. Merrie kept her mouth
on the soaked folds, slowly working her mouth down until she had the
tiny pee hole centered on her tongue.

"Damn the gods, I can't... I can't like this."

Merrie held herself still, her lips plastered to Rimmy's sex.

"No..." Rimmy's thighs tightened. "I'm going... I'm..." she sobbed, "I'm
going to pee."

Caught between her legs, Merrie could only wait as the heat rose.

And then it came. A hot jet of urine splattering against her tongue.
Merrie opened her throat and positioned herself. Rimmy tasted of
Shadows, even down the liquid pouring of her body. It was searing as it
ran down Merrie's throat and pooled in her belly.

She squirmed with pleasure. She was being used and dominated. Just like
the toilet girls at the fair, she was nothing but a submissive to use,
to fill.

Rimmy started to sob. "D-Damn it." But her hands never released Merrie.
She kept on peeing, filling Merrie's belly until it finally trickled down.

"I'm... I'm done."

Warmed from the inside, Merrie lapped at Rimmy's urethra, cleaning it
gently before hesitantly pulling her mouth back. The clear juices coated
Rimmy's lips and inner thighs. Reluctant to leave, Merrie carefully
leaned every glistening centimeter before she crawled out from
underneath the skirt.

Her stomach gurgled with the hot liquid and her pussy ached for release.
She smiled and wiped the sheen from her face.

Rimmy fixed her outfit, her dark cheeks almost black with her blush. She
didn't look at Merrie as she quickly fixed her makeup. There was an
uncomfortable tension in the air, mostly from Rimmy's discomfort and
stolen pleasure from Merrie's tongue.

But, there was also a conflict. It felt good. Merrie could feel Rimmy
playing over the orgasm and the feeling of power and domination.

Merrie smiled to herself.

(You just make her cum, didn't you.)

Her eyes widened and then she blushed at her master's wry words.

(Come on, tell me. I heard Rimmy screaming and I know that sound.)

(She asked me not to tell.)

(Well, I'm your master and I---)

Merrie interrupted him by sending an intense wave of pleasure down the
connection. It was a liquid orgasm, gathered into a single pulse of
ecstasy. It slammed into him and she felt the bright explosion of orgasm
radiate back.

She came, her body exploding into a light of pleasure.

And then her master's voice rose up from downstairs. "Bitch! Get your
damn tail into the cage! Now!" It was filled with lust and rage.

Merrie came again as she grinned at the echoing voice. Pushing harder,
she shoved the pleasure back into her master as she stepped into the
Shadow to head toward her cage.

**

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