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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 79: Interrogation
by t'Sade

After two hours of waiting in the depths of the World Tree, someone
finally came for Merrie. But, what did they have in mind for the bitch
who destroyed part of the World Tree.

(F/solo, MF oral mdom)

**

Two hours later, Merrie regretted the ability to keep perfect time. The
seconds ticked away with depressing slowness, but she was forced to
remain in the room under the watchful eye of Loyal Alestri. Every time
she moved or shifted, she could hear the creak of the knight's gauntlet
or the minute shift of the visor to track her movement. Merrie was
tempted to try shifting to the Shadows, but she knew the room was warded
and even if she could break through, the knight would follow.

The itch inside her body spread out until it felt like it was just
underneath her skin. She transformed every few minutes to heal the
damage, but she could only heal the last of the damage, not neutralize
the acid. But, after two hours, the acid only occasionally twinged
across her senses.

She was bored.

Two hours of being trapped in a room. Two hours of blinding wards
preventing her from looking at anything but Loyal Alestri. Two hours of
an aggressive knight responded to every move she made.

At first, she just sat on the floor and struggled with the itching
inside her body. But, as the burning faded, she focused on the knight.
She was tempted to get a rise out of the knight, but Merrie wasn't
interested in testing out the regeneration abilities of the collar by
accidentally provoking the knight into attacking.

She passed the hour by inspecting the knight. Merrie couldn't read her
thoughts, not because Alestri didn't have shields, but because she had
not even a single submissive thought. She was aggressive and dominate
and utterly asexual. There was nothing for Merrie to reach for, no easy
way of breaking into her thoughts.

Instead, she focused on Alestri's weapon and armor. Both the massive
spear and the dark green plate armor had hundreds of spell in each one.
The enchantments were precise and layered, built on a crystalline
pattern instead of the black knotted power of her collar. The spells
were planed and set down by a single person. It was also not psionic or
shadow magic, that far Merrie knew, but it also wasn't divine powers.
She could barely understand the power, but she had time so she amused
herself by following the threads of power and learning how they worked.

Hours later, her head hurt but she learned a few new things. The armor
was powerful in his defenses. She couldn't even hope to do a tenth of
what it could do, but the speed and strength spells were similar enough
she could figure out how to enhance her own skills. The armoring spells
took longer, but she now had a handle on how her own collar worked.

With a sigh, she rolled over on her back.

Alestri tensed with her movement, the spells activating on her armor and
weapon. Merrie could feel the acceleration spells and speed activating,
a beat of power as Alestri prepared for a strike.

Merrie closed her eyes and ignored the knight. She didn't know how much
longer she had to weight, but she was tired of puzzling out
enchantments. With a sigh, she pressed her wrists against her breasts
and stretched her shorted legs out as far as they would go. Her tail
thumped softly on the stone floor.

The knight remained wary and prepared to strike.

With a sigh, Merrie stroked her nipples and enjoyed how the tips
crinkled with the sensations. She circled them before pushing both
wrists down between her legs and arched her back to bring her sex up to
her. She had to lift her head slightly to reach completely and bring
both wrists to the channel of her vulva. With tiny gasps, she pumped
against her clitoris and labia, stroking the moisture and enjoying every
flutter of pleasure that radiated from her pussy.

As she did, the heavy collar remained on the ground. The heavy ring
pressed against her throat, teasing her with the hint of suffocating. It
added an edge to her stroking, but she needed more. Reaching out for the
shadows, she summoned a tendril of darkness to grab on the dollar and
pull it down.

"Loyal Alestri says stop."

Merrie leaned her head back and opened her eyes. The knight was standing
at attention and glowing with power. The spells were visible to Merrie's
vision, she could see how they enhanced the knight for battle.

She didn't stop masturbating. With a surge of excitement, she forced the
tendrils to pull down, sinking the collar into the gap of darkness and
tightening the grip around her neck. The heavy metal dug into her throat
and she felt her breath grow ragged.

Her pussy grew wetter and Merrie stroked herself harder, keeping her
eyes locked on Alestri. She lost herself in the pleasure. Wet slurping
noises rose up in the room, echoing against the walls as a ragged whine
escape her throat.

Alestri stepped forward. "Loyal Alestri says freeze!" The domination
spell slammed into Merrie, piercing her shields and punching into her
thoughts. It grabbed her muscles and froze them into place.

The overwhelming power of the command ignited Merrie's orgasm. Every
muscle locked tight as she felt it tearing through her senses, a bolt of
hard pleasure that quickly became a black mote of ecstasy. Her wrists
remained locked against her pussy, the hot slickness burning along the
ends of her arms. She wanted to cry out, but couldn't.

Merrie couldn't stop her collar either. It dug into her throat, almost
crushing it, as it froze solid. The heavy metal cut off her breath,
escape for the smallest fraction of air that filled her lungs. She
whined, a wheezing noise, and the black motes of suffocating danced
across her vision.

The armored boots slammed into the ground as Alestri strode forward.
"Loyal Alestri says stop!" The domination spell crashed into her again,
but there was nothing Merrie could do. She was unable to move her body
or shift the collar. It was cutting off her breath. Her heart beat
faster as did the orgasms that sparked inside her, setting off one wave
after another of pure pleasure.

Alestri stopped over Merrie, almost straddling Merrie's head. "Loyal
Alestri says---"

"That won't work," came a sharp command from the door. It was the
prince, Claston.

The knight spun around and stood at attention. "She is suffocating
herself, Loyal Alestri must keep her alive for interrogation." There was
almost a hint of frustration in the crystalline voice.

"Order her to beg."

"Sire?"

Merrie gaped as she stared at the print. He was standing in the door
with a smile on his lips. He wore a simple outfit, black trousers with a
dark green button-down shirt. His eyes, she noticed, were the same color
as his mothers. It was the royal green after all. He rubbed his
clean-shaven chin with the back of his hand. "Order her to beg, before
she snuffs herself."

The Loyal stepped back and slammed her spear into the ground. "Loyal
Alestri says beg!"

The domination spell slammed into Merrie again, crushing through her
thoughts. It shattered the first spell as her entire world exploded into
an orgasm. Gasping, she couldn't help but obeying. The shadows released
her collar and she jumped to her knees. Flipping over, she brought her
wrists into position, but she didn't know what would turn on Alestri,
but she could exactly what Claston was looking for. With a whine, she
wagged her tail slowly as her juices dripped down her thigh to puddle on
the ground.

Claston chuckled and entered the room. "See, that wasn't hard." His
boots tapped on the ground as he walked around Merrie.

Behind him, Merrie heard the soft scuff of another person. "Sire," said
Boz, "maybe the Loyal is unfamiliar with the subtle workings of puppy
girls?"

"Nonsense," Claston came around and Merrie shifted her attention to him.
 Merrie forgot how beautiful he was. While his mother was slender,
Claston had the slender frame of a dancer or a sword fighter. He walked
with a grace of someone very comfortable with their own body, something
Merrie had seen frequently in her years as a prostitute but only from
the sex workers, not customers. She blushed hotly as she watched the
prince circle around her once before stopping in front of her.

"I may suggest that a month ago, you didn't know about that particular
command either."

Claston crouched down in front of Merrie until they were looking eye to
eye. "She didn't have to know that, Boz," he said in an amused voice.
His green eyes stared at her for a moment, then she watched as he looked
her over from eyes to knees and back again.

The blush on her cheeks grew hotter. Despite years of having lovers, she
felt embarrassed in front of the prince. Not because she was naked, but
the way he looked at her. With a start, she realized she forgot to bow
and whimpered.

"So, you're Bitch. I've heard a lot about you."

Up close, she could smell the cologne that wafted around him. It was a
fruity, musky smell that sent little tremors racing along her belly. She
wanted to reach out for him, to touch him, but the Loyal was in the
room. Instead, she lifted her head and drank in the smell, trying to
memorize it for later.

Claston looked her over again, his eyes lingering on her ears and then
her throat. "You know," he said in a low voice, "you frighten a lot of
people up in the branches."

Merrie's ears flattened against her head. She took a deep breath and
moaned softly at the Claston's smell blending in with the familiar scent
of her own excitement. She could imagine him bending her over a table
and fucking her from behind. Encouraged by the queen's words, that she
may service him as a whore, she struggled to fight the fantasies she
pleasured herself with less than a day before.

"Key people have read the reports that your guild mistress sends in, but
no one has ever had anyone quite like you within city limits. Shadow
magic is rare, well, high-powered shadow magic is rare when it doesn't
involve someone trying to take over parts of the countryside. But you,"
he reached up and cupped her chin, "you aren't interested in the world,
are you?"

Merrie found herself staring into his deep green eyes. She wanted to
lose herself in the emerald gaze and pretend that she was his Alpha.
Then, his words drifted across her thoughts. With a gasp, she reached
out. (My guild---)

The air exploded around her and Merrie was thrown back. She let out a
yelp as she tumbled back. Her body shifted into shadows and she flowed
in a pool of darkness before coming up. Around her, waves of force
shattered stone as the knight swung her weapon at her head; somehow she
had followed Merrie across the room.

"Stop!" bellowed Claston.

The blade of the spear stopped millimeters from Merrie's throat. There
was a faint clink as the weapon touch Merrie's collar. Merrie shivered
at the closeness and the glare of magic in the large weapon. She knew
that Alestri could move fast, but it was faster than she imagined.

"Sire, she made an attempt at your mind."

"She's a telepath, Loyal. And bound by geas not to speak. How else do
you think she's going to answer my questions?"

"She made an attempt on your---"

"Loyal," snapped Claston, "back off."

Merrie looked down at the blade, feeling the killing magic radiating
from the weapon poised to slaughter her. For a long moment, no one moved.

With a buzz and rush of air, the Loyal was suddenly at the door again as
if she had never moved.

Claston chuckled and held out his hand to Merrie. Then, he glanced at
the end of her severed arms and pulled back. "Um, kind of hard to give
you a hand up."

Merrie glanced at Alestri. Tensing, she sent out a tentative answer.
(Sorry.)

He stopped with a jerk as a puzzled look crossed his face. And then he
smiled. "You're from Franome City?"

Merrie nodded.

"I never did telepathy before, I thought it would show up as words, but
not your voice. But, that's your voice, right? Before you became..." he
gestured to her collar, "um, Bitch?"

She barked again.

"Sire," Boz said discretely, "that would be the standard response for yes."

"I know, Boz, I read the report." Claston rolled his eyes. He gestured
to the table. "I was hoping to have you put on that, but it looks it was
destroyed." He sighed and sat down on the ground in front of her, a
grin. "Even a prince needs to meet the people at their level."

Merrie's ears pressed against her head and she blushed hotter. She
peeked away, feeling bashful but she couldn't tell if it was because
Claston wanted it or because she was humiliated by the present of royalty.

"You're into pet play, right? Acting like a dog?"

Merrie barked and nodded.

"You like being told what to do?"

Her tail began to wag faster. She panted for a moment before giving a
firm bark.

"So, if I give you an order, you'll get excited?" She could feel the
lust beginning to rise inside him.

She barked.

"I know, um, present?"

Merrie turned around and spread her knees. Lifting her ass up, she
spread her legs as a tiny orgasm raced through her veins. She was
exposing herself to the prince of the country and it added to her
humiliation.

"Um," Claston sounded surprised, "that is a very pretty pussy, but...
um, Boz, why is she doing this?"

"I believe, sire, what you meant to say was beg. Her current position is
a wonderful example of the classical presentation. Judging from the
literature, the separation of her labia to expose her sex, the way her
back is arched, and even the spread of her knees. The position implies---"

"Please stop talking."

"Of course, sire."

Merrie waited for the command to come, but then suddenly Claston ran a
finger from her clitoris to her asshole. She shivered at the sensations,
moaning as she held herself steady for him.

Claston stroked up to her tail and wrapped his fingers around it. Giving
it a little tug, he chuckled. "It really is part of you, is it?"

She let out a breathy bark.

His fingers trailed down, spread her open further with two digits before
tapping twice on her clitoris. "You're very wet."

Merrie wiggled her hips, inviting him to touch. Her body felt hot and
slick from his attention.

"She," said Loyal Alestri, "has been masturbating for almost an hour now."

"Aww," Claston murmured as he stroked his fingers up. "Can't come,
little girl?"

Merrie moaned and shook her head, her tail snapping back and forth. She
tightened her muscles and felt a surge of lust from the prince in response.

"I envy girls like you. You can come so often and still be ready for
more. Assuming, you want more." He pressed two fingers together and
eased it into her dripping sex.

She clamped her pussy down on his fingers and pushed back, moaning as he
stroked her insides.

"Yeah, I could get into this."

"Sire?" Boz interrupted Claston's fingering. "You are suppose to be
interrogating, remember? She did destroy part of the World Tree."

"Nothing says I can't do this while asking questions."

"I am not familiar with this form of interrogation, sire."

Claston chuckled under his breath and began to pump his fingers into
Merrie's sex. His other hand caressed her buttocks, squeezing and
touching, as he fingered her gently.

"I meant do the interrogation first, sire."

Giving Merrie's ass a playful spank, Claston withdrew his fingers. "Um,
beg."

Merrie spun around and got in her knees again. Bringing her wrists up to
her collar, she held herself in the perfect position. She could feel
both Claston and Boz's attention drawing toward her, the lust filling
the room. The only one immune was Alestri.

"Fuck," sighed Claston, "that's sexy." He glanced down at his dripping
fingers. With a grin, he held it up to her mouth.

Obediently, Merrie opened her mouth and tilted her head back.

Claston eased his fingers into her mouth and she cleaned them
obediently, enjoying the taste of her own sex on his digits. After a
moment, she could feel him growing hard. The scent of male lust rose up,
teasing her senses.

"Sire?"

Claston shook his head as to clear it. "Um, yeah, questions. Can you
explain what happened? And don't keep secrets, not with what happened."

Merrie kept her mouth clamped around his fingers. She looked into his
deep green eyes and let the memories flow.

At the door, Alestri's gauntlets creaked as she gripped her spear tighter.

Merrie didn't hold anything back, from the telepathic conversation she
had with Rakin, through the meeting with Kirin about the collar, and
then even the fight. She flushed with humiliation as she reached the
point she was desperate for a master and called for him, but he didn't
respond besides breathing slightly deeper. When she finished, it was
almost twenty minutes later and she was exhausted again.

Claston stepped back, pulling his wrinkled fingers from her mouth. "Um,
wow, that was intense." He wiggled his shoulders. "Feels strange to have
breasts." He blushed hotly. "Um, I was suppose to ask your side of the
story, but that was pretty... detailed. And it corresponds to the other
stories we've gotten. You weren't malicious and the Whore's Guild did
the right thing by warning us."

(Does that mean,) Merrie whimpered softly, (that I'm in trouble?)

He grinned and gestured to the room. "You haven't been in trouble for an
hour or so. We've had mages analyzing you for the last few hours while
you were waiting. You are powerful and scary as anything I've seen, but
between the oath of loyalty, the True Submissive's weaknesses to geas
and dominations, and your own actions since we've been watching you...
well, I feel pretty safe."

Merrie gulped. (You were watching me?)

"Well, yes. And you even know who was watching you. Kirin, Sari, and
Monk. By law, all guild masters are charged with reporting dangerous
folks to the tree and your own guild master has been filing rather...
positive reports about you." He winked. "Of course, we've been verifying
them on our own, but little Merrie, you aren't trying to make a king,
are you?"

She blushed hotly. (No.)

"But, when I got your request from the Observant, that was pretty
tempting. And if I knew then what I found out now, well..." He adjusted
the good-sized bulge in his crotch, "it would have been a lot harder to
turn you down."

Merrie peaked at his cock, wondering what it would look like. Her body
grew hotter with anticipation, he was going to fuck her.

"Mum," his voice cracked, "Mum said that you took the oath of loyalty."

Merrie barked, her heart beating faster.

He turned back around with his composure regained. She could see the
charm and confidence in his eyes, but she knew it was a mask. He stepped
away from her, one step and then two.

Her ears flatted against her head. He was rejecting her. She held her
breath, waiting for the words.

"Why me?"

She jerked as she stared at him.

"Why did you want me to be your... master? With that collar?"

Merrie couldn't match his gaze. She looked down at the top of the table.
(Because you're strong.)

"I'm not into that thing, whipping and chaining."

Boz took a deep breath.

"Shut up, Boz." Claston snapped. "I've seen the reports. You're a True
Submissive. You get power from humiliation and being beaten, right?"

Feeling uncomfortable, Merrie nodded. She couldn't look up as she
regretted even considering Claston as a possible master. Like Gillette,
she obviously chose wrongly. The despair draped across her thoughts, not
the supernatural darkness but the simple response to be rejected twice
in one night.

"So, why me? I'm not Rakin or... anyone else."

She looked up at him, daring to match his gaze. (You're strong. You're
powerful.)

"I don't have magic like yours."

(Power isn't always magic. You have a force of personality. I don't need
to be beaten, I don't have to be whipped. I need to be dominated,
ordered, and commanded. I need... needed to be someone's.)

"What about your first master, um, Kine? Wasn't he the master you wanted?"

Merrie cringed at the name. She took a deep breath. (I loved him with
all my heart.)

"I didn't ask that. Wasn't he a good master?"

(My master...) She paused. The phrase sounded wrong to her thoughts, as
if they were no longer true. She tried again. (My master, um, K-Kine...)
Sadness filled her. Seeing Kine as a separate entity tore at her. She
had a new mistress but it didn't stop the pain.

Claston wrapped his arms around her. "That's okay, I didn't mean to probe."

"Um, sire?"

"Shut up, Boz." Claston stroked her head. "He wasn't a good master, was he?"

Merrie buried her face into Claston's shoulder, surrounding by the
prince's smell. It was comforting and warm. (No, I loved him and I'll
never forget him, but he didn't understand what I needed.)

"To be ordered? To beg and present, right?"

Merrie nodded. She took a deep breath and pressed one arm against his
chest, feeling the strong muscles underneath his shirt.

"A little frisky, huh?"

Blushing, Merrie yanked her arm away. She tried to pull away, but
Claston held her tight.

"No, I don't mind. You obviously have tears to shed. So, if the Silk
Gray Cat wasn't the right master, who was?"

Merrie froze at the name. She hadn't heard Kine's alias in years. She
trembled softly, as if Claston had suddenly ripped her chest open.

Boz cleared his throat. "One should not reveal all his cards, sire."

"Sorry, Kine. If he wasn't the right master, who is?"

Hesitantly, Merrie gave him the memories of a true master, the only
person who intimately knew how to turn her on: Rakin. She started with
being thrown into the brick cell and ending with the last moment of
anger as both of them burned out.

Claston shuddered at the memory and a whimper escaped his throat. But,
when Loyal Alestri stepped forward, he released Merrie to wave her away.
Then, he clutched Merrie again as the memories kept flooding out of her.

She could feel his excitement rising, the heat mixing in with the
horror. With their intimacy, she could feel him exploring the memories,
plucking out what made a good command and why. She felt humiliated
exposing herself, but excited by sharing something she couldn't share
with anyone else.

When they finished, Claston released her and stepped back. Sweat
trickled down his brow as he cleared his throat twice. "Um, um..." With
a groan, he took a long, shuddering breath. "You really did destroy him,
didn't you?"

Blushing, Merrie barked once.

Claston peaked at her. "You really get off submitting?"

Merrie moaned and wagged her tail. She arched her back and thrust out
her naked breasts. (Yes.)

"If I tell you to suck my dick?"

She opened her mouth and panted.

"Boz's?"

"Please don't, sire."

Merrie grinned as she barked.

"Lick Alestri's box?"

Metal gauntlets creaked as Alestri gripped her spear. Even though Merrie
couldn't read the Loyal's thoughts, she knew what the Loyal was
thinking. But, if Claston ordered, she would obey.

"... assuming you could peel it out of the armor and pry it open with a
crowbar."

Alestri's gauntlets creaked louder and the haft of her weapon began to bend.

She took a deep breath and nodded. Her bark rang out in the room. She
felt hot and slick, her heart pounding and her sex growing slick with
anticipation. She could feel a command rising up. Taking a deep breath,
she lowered herself and slid to the floor. There was a brief moment of
liquidness as her body flowed to the ground, but then her body
solidified at his feet.

Claston stopped in mid-gesture of pointing to his feet.

Merrie straightened her back and pushed up her breasts. The soft mounds
brushed against her arms as she held them in place.

"Um, that was your shadow powers, right?"

Merrie looked up into his green eyes from a position of submission and
barked. She wagged her tail and peeked down at his growing hardness
underneath his trousers.

"Might take me a while to get used to that." He licked his lips as he
stared down at her.

For a long moment, neither said anything. Then, Claston reached down and
unbuttoned his pants.

"Here, sire?" Boz sounded bored and disapproving at the same time.

"I'm interrogating her, Boz," chuckled Claston. He fished out his cock
and let it spring from his body. It was long, about seventeen
centimeters, and a smooth line of hardness. It was dark with excitement
and pre-cum glistened on the tip. He had shaved his base and his balls,
giving him a spear-like appearance to his manhood.

Merrie let out a soft moan of need. He was beautiful and she couldn't
wait to open her mouth, but she felt no order coming.

Claston reached out with both hands and grabbed her ears. His fingers
crushed them and she let out a little cry as the pain and pleasure
slammed into her. He grunted and yanked her toward his cock.

She opened her mouth obediently and his hardness speared to the back of
her throat. It was hot against her lips and the taste musky and salty at
the same time. She moaned around the length as tiny sparks of pleasure
raced along her veins, filling her with stars.

He drove her face into his crotch until his balls were pressed against
her lips. And then, with a grunt, yanked her off before slamming her
back down. His cock pulsed in her mouth with his excitement.

Merrie submitted to his need, leaning into his thrusts so her face
smacked against his belly. She moaned when he was buried inside her, so
he could feel the vibration of her throat as he slid along the back of
her throat.

There was a soft click as Boz shut the room door.

Claston gripped her ears tighter, crushing them as he yanked her back
and forth, using her own ears to force her submission.

She whined around his cock. He was fucking her face. The prince of the
country was slamming his cock into her and she was loving every moment
of it. She gulped at his length and lapped as he pulled out. She kept
her jaw open as whined more to encourage him, driving him to fuck her
face with long, powerful strokes that threatened to crush her nose.

"Damn!" he cried out, his hips driving into her. His thrusts smacked his
balls against her chin and her jaw ached to reach his base. Every thrust
of his long, straight cock sent pulses of ecstasy through her body. She
came fast and hard, but he was still fucking her.

Claston released her ears. She whimpered, but he only shifted his grip
to grab the back of her skull, holding it tight. Bending his legs, he
began to slam her down on his cock, driving his length into her throat
with faster strokes. Each thrust sent her reeling with dizziness and lust.

He rammed into her hard as his fingers dug into her hair and scalp. He
leaned into her, forcing her to bend back as he drove into her with
faster, more erratic strokes.

And then he was coming. He yanked out to splatter his cum against her
face. The hard jets painted her face with strands and she breathed in
the scent of cum as it tickled her tenses.

"Open your mouth," he commanded with gasp.

Merrie obeyed with a shudder of pleasure.

Claston aimed the cock for her tongue, letting more jets of cum splash
on her tongue and fill her mouth. He panted as he grabbed her ear again
for balance, staring down with intense green eyes as the cum pooled
along her tongue and teeth.

"Fuck," he gasped and squeezed the last few droplets from his length.
"Swallow that, Bitch."

She obeyed, her tail wagging back and forth. An orgasm burned brightly
from her pussy as she panted. Opening her mouth, she showed her clean mouth.

Claston chuckled. "Okay, I'm going to want to do that again."

Merrie leaned forward and opened her mouth.

"No, I'm too sensitive," but Claston didn't pull back.

Tenderly, Merrie leaned into his cock and cleaned it off with the most
delicate touch she could. She knew the sensitive parts from his thoughts
and the way his body cringed. A few seconds later, his cock bobbed
freely and glistened with her spit.

"Damn, you're good."

She wagged her tail and barked.

"Who is your master now?"

The suddenness of his question startled her and she responded without
thinking. (Me.)

"You? How can that be?"

Merrie shrugged.

(So, you can order yourself around?)

She nodded. It sounded strange as he said it, but she could feel herself
growing icy with the idea of submitting to herself.

Claston stepped back and chuckled again, a soft grunting in his throat.
He shook his head and pulled his pants back on. "If I'm going to get to
know you better, you're going to need a name."

Merrie's ear perked up, a sharp pain from where Claston crushed it. She
could already feel the healing magic beginning to repair the damage.

"I'm think..." he grinned, "Merrie."

Ice ran through Merrie's veins and a tremor ran along her muscles. She
felt suddenly dizzy and her throat hurt. Shaking, she lifted her eyes up
to match his.

"Yeah," Claston nodded dramatically, "Merrie Golddother."

She whimpered, unable to tear her eyes away from his smirk.

"Seems fitting since the real," he chuckled, "Merrie was declared
legally dead almost three years ago. And, except for the white hair,
ears, tail, and that collar, you'd be a dead ringer."

(H-How did you know?)

Claston winked at her as he finished buttoning his pants. "Because I'm
in charge of mum's spy network now."

Boz cleared his throat. "One should not make that declaration in public,
sire. Someone might get the impression you might actually know what
you're talking about."

Claston chuckled and gestured for Merrie. "Come on, Merrie."

Merrie shivered as the pleasure filled her. He used her name and it felt
like a drug. She wanted him just to repeat it, over and over again.
Using her arm to wipe the cum from her face, she licked her arm and
crawled toward him.

"Sire?"

With a sigh, Claston turned. "Yes, Boz?"

The old man in the suit gestured to Alestri. "If you plan on moving your
interrogation to more comfortable quarters, please use the Loyal's
teleportation to get there. It would provoke... less questions about how
dedicated you are to defense of this country and less of your loyalty to
your dick."

Claston reached down and grabbed Merrie's collar.

Merrie inhaled as an intense explosion race through her veins. She
stumbled against him as every muscle tightened in her orgasm. It took
her by surprise and her vision blurred from the easy way he took control
of her.

"Good idea, Boz. I'll meet you there. Loyal?"

Loyal Alestri started forward.

Boz held up his black-gloved hand and the Loyal stopped. "Sire? How long
do you plan on interrogating the prisoner?"

"Oh, maybe two or three... days."

The butler sighed. "I'll adjust your schedule, sire."

And then there was an explosion of air as Alestri teleported the bitch
and prince away.

**

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