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Puppy Mill 04: Begging (MF mdom oral reluc size bd magic)
by t'Sade

**

Merrie's bladder woke her up. Curled up in the pillows, she was warm and
comfortable, but the insistent pressure between her legs refused to
allow her to retreat back into her dreams. She desperately wished she
was anywhere but in the pillow. She still felt the ache of her rape. No
matter how she shifted, she could still feel Bass' massive cock ramming
inside her and the ache of his withdrawal. No matter how tightly she
closed her eyes, she couldn't escape her nightmare.

She cracked open her eyes and blinked past the tears to peer into the
shadowed room. Everything was quiet and still. The morning light speared
through wooden slats that covered the windows. It lit up the strange
mixture of tables, chairs, and other devices that were, she had no
doubt, intended to humiliate or fuck her. On the bed, Bass slept on his
back with his arms and legs spread out to the four corners. Sable's ass
stuck up in the air from where she slumbered at the foot of the bed. Her
head stuck over the edge, but her dark hair covered her face in a
curtain. Her tail drooped down the crack of her ass, covering her
asshole and pussy as she snored softly.

Merrie lifted her head to look for Sama and Licker. She saw Sama first,
only a meter away and ensconced in the pillows. Her brunette hair was
splayed out across the pillowed but she was curled in a fetal position.
Sama's hands were between her thighs; her hands were plastered against
her vagina. Dried cum glued her fingers together and Merrie couldn't
help thinking about the fingerless girls she saw the night before.

Movement caught her attention. She dropped her head back to the pillow
before she realized it was Licker hesitantly standing up. The
dark-haired girl looked around fearfully as she swayed back and forth.
Her head stopped as she stared at Bass. A look of fear crossed the young
girl's face, but then Licker turned away to gaze longingly at the door.

Stepping over the pillow, Licker carefully planted her bare feet on the
ground and padded over to the door. As she walked, Merrie couldn't help
but notice the differences between their bodies. Licker was much younger
and more beautiful than Merrie. She had long, slender legs that led up
to a tiny ass that Merrie wished she had. Her body continued into the
slender line of her waist and up to her shoulders. The long, straight
black hair cascaded down Licker's back as she peeked nervously at Bass
before she grabbed the heavy handle. Closing her eyes, Licker slowly
turned the handle. When the handle stopped rotating, Licker tugged on
the door.

Merrie held her breath, wondering if Licker would escape.

The door didn't move.

Licker frowned, then tugged on it. She glanced over her shoulder at Bass
as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Merrie let out her breath in a quiet rush. She knew the look of despair
on Licker's face.

Licker turned around, obviously trying to decide something. Her body
trembled as her head turned back and forth, scanning the room. From the
front, Merrie felt a renewed pang of jealousy. Licker was beautiful,
with her pert breasts and trim belly. She had a thick patch of black
hair between her legs and Merrie wondered if Bass raped her while Merrie
slept.

At the thought, Merrie felt shame. She didn't wish rape on anyone, not
with the ache still burning between her legs and the humiliation bright
in her memories. But, Bass' declaration rang in her mind: no bitch slept
without cum in her body.

Licker made a decision. She circled around the room and headed to the
bathroom. Merrie felt the pressure of her own bladder as the teenage
girl slipped inside. She closed the door. Moments later, the hiss of her
peeing drifted quietly through the room.

Merrie groaned at the sound; Licker peeing only made her discomfort
worse. She lifted her head to look at the bed.

Bass hadn't moved from when she first looked. He slept with his mouth
slightly open, the large teeth sticking past his lips. His skin was a
grayish color, like a cloudy morning, but he had well-defined and
powerful-looking muscles. His chest was covered with a thick mat of
hair, all black, but it looked too even to not be trimmed. Her eyes
drifted down unwittingly and she hated her need to look. He had a sheet
over his waist, but even through the fabric, she could see the large
bulge of his cock; it was half-hard with his morning erection.

The bathroom door swung open. Merrie dropped her head as Licker padded out.

The girl glanced around, then headed for the pillows. Their eyes met and
Merrie felt the fear mirrored in Licker's brown eyes. Licker headed for
the furthest point of the pillow pile and burrowed her body until she
was completely covered.

Merrie sighed. She was fully awake. She shifted in the pillows, trying
to find some comfortable spot to force herself back into the better
world of her dreams, but she couldn't. The anticipation and fear of the
coming day combined with the need to pee kept her aware and uncomfortable.

Finally, after endless moments of mental struggle, she decided to repeat
Licker's actions. Glancing over to Bass, she saw that he was still
sleeping and crawled to her feet. With a second thought, she dropped to
her hands and knees as to hide better from Bass. She sneakily crawled
over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Nature pressed for attention and Merrie hurried over to a
massive-looking toilet. In the bottom of the bowl was a rune that would
clean her mess without a sound. She breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting
down, she could still feel Licker's warmth on the wooden seat. Aware
that she was probably doing something wrong, she hurried up and did her
business.

The bathroom was sizable, maybe two meters by three. It had a clawed tub
large enough for Bass--she blushed at the thought--and two of the girls
to move around comfortably. On a shelf above the tub, there were dozens
of large towels of various colors. She also saw a wide array of bath
salts, perfumes, and brushes. If it wasn't for the large man in the
other room, she could have sworn that only women lived in the bathroom.
Around the sink, the illusion cracked. A pair of razors were on a self
above a strap hanging off the edge. Another strap, obviously not for the
razors, hung next to it.

Curious, Merrie reached out and picked up the strap. It was a few
centimeters thick and cracked with use. In the middle, it had a large
metal ring in it. She rubbed her finger along it, trying to figure out
its use, and felt nicks along the metal.

"It's-" Merrie jumped as Bass' whisper filled the room, "called a ring gag."

Her sphincter tightened involuntary as the strap her hand shook. Slowly,
she turned her head toward the door and saw Bass leaning on the door
frame, watching her with a sad look on his face. He was naked and his
cock jutted out from his body like a gnarly hunk of wood. In the middle,
the darker bulge looked larger than she remembered. She shuddered at the
sight of it; it made his shaft look even thicker than normal. The thick
patch of hair on his chest continued down around his shaft but she could
still see two huge balls hanging low between his legs.

Merrie swallowed. Her collar felt tight as the muscles straining in her
body. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't get the
words out past the fear of being electrocuted.

"Normally, Happy Cunt," he still spoke in a rough whisper, "we put
cleansing runes on you bitches so you don't have to shit. None of us are
into scat, not even Tabitha." He pushed himself into the bathroom and
closed the door. "You'll have to pee thought, but that's part of your
training. Bitches don't use toilets, they go outside like the dogs they
are. On leashes until they earn the right."

Merrie whimpered and started to push herself off the seat, but Bass held
up his hand.

"Finish and wipe yourself down." When she didn't move, he gestured with
his curtly with his hand. "Now."

Merrie finished going the bathroom under his watchful eye. Fresh tears
ran down her cheeks as she knew she would be punished for what she did.
She wiped and dropped the remains in the bowl; a flash of heat told her
the rune had cleaned up the results.

"Now," commanded Bass, "get on your knees."

Still crying, Merrie slid off the toilet. Bass pointed to the side and
she crawled over to it. He gave more gestures with his hands, turning
her around and having her knee next to him.

"Bring your hands up by your neck. Fingers down. Little higher, even
with your shoulders. Back of your hands should be parallel to the
ground. Ass down... spread your legs a bit more. There, perfect. When I
tell you to 'beg', this is what you do. Understand?"

She opened her mouth, then remembered his order. Ashamed, she let out a
bark. When he nodded in approval, she felt a flush of excitement
followed by self-loathing at doing what Bass ordered.

He turned away from her and stood in front of the toilet. From where he
positioned Merrie, she couldn't look away at his length as he urinated.
Up close, closer than she ever wanted to be, his cock looked huge. She
didn't think she could get her hand around her, but she knew with brutal
clarity that it would fit inside her. Looking it, she didn't know how
she got so much inside her and her pussy clenched with the painful memory.

"Now, I'm not into using dog girls as toilets, but I'm warning you that
Borias does. If you get sent over him... well, let's say it isn't a good
taste in your mouth. All of us have a morning ritual, usually abusing
the worse-behaving bitch in our pack. At least I just fuck the hell out
of her."

She shuddered at the thought. Her body trembled on the cool wooden floor
of the bathroom as he finished and shook his cock free. He turned to her
until his cock brushed her lips. She breathed in the smell of his
manhood and shuddered in fear. Her eyes slid away from his face and she
stared to the side, not wanting to look at any part of her rapist. She
focused on the ring gag, but that gave her no comfort.

"It's too late, Cunt." He spoke in a rumbling voice, loud in the closed
bathroom, "This is your life. And if you obey, you'll find yourself a
lot happier. You'll probably be sold to a good master and have a very
happy life. He'll take care of you and you'll... find happiness."

She glanced up at him, careful to keep her hands in a begging position
despite her shoulders aching. Tears burned in her eyes but she knew they
wouldn't influence Bass.

He reached down and cupped the back of her head with his large hand. His
fingers rested lightly on her scalp. "Are you going to be a good girl,
Happy Cunt?"

Hating herself, she barked.

"And are you my bitch?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She barked.

"And am I going to punish you for pretending to be human?"

Her sob caught in her throat, but she barked obediently.

He cradled her head and pulled her closer. "That's right. You aren't
human anymore. You don't have rights. You're a bitch. My bitch. Bitches
don't use toilets. They don't speak and they don't walk. Every time you
try to be human, I'm going to punish you. The more you try, the more I'm
going to hurt you."

She sobbed, her chest heaving as she tried to get breath through the
tightness that squeezed her lungs. She shifted her knees to relieve the
pressure and tried not to think about the swelling cock poised
centimeters from her mouth.

"Now," he released her head, "get that ring gag."

She reached out for it, but his grunt stopped her. "You aren't human,
Happy Cunt. Pick it up like a dog."

A flush burning her skin, Merrie dropped her hands to the counter. Using
it for balance, she lifted her body. Her lips trembled as she stretched
out and picked up the ring with her mouth. The cool metal warmed under
her lips as she settled back into a begging position. Her hands shook as
she held them up, fingers down, as if she wanted him to do anything.

Bass smiled and patted her on the head. "Good girl."

He stepped back until he hit the wall. Looking her up and down, he
smiled. "I love it when you bitches beg."

Merrie hated him more than ever, knowing what would come next.

"And when a bitch begs to have a gag put in her mouth, how can I resist?"

He plucked it from her mouth. Rotating it in his hand, he squatted down
in front of her. "Open your mouth, Happy Cunt."

She sobbed and shook her head, pleading with her eyes. She mouthed the
words, "please no."

His face darkened. "Did you just try to say something, Cunt?"

She cringed, lowering her body. She stared at the ground and shook
violently. The tears never stopped as they burned her eyes and splashed
down on her naked breasts.

Bass' hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His thick thumb
worked between her legs, then forced her mouth apart. "You were a bad
girl," he said as he pried her jaw painfully apart and jammed the ring
into her mouth. As he levered it into place, the metal ring stretched
her even further open and she felt the muscles in her neck screaming in
agony. The ring clinked as it caught right behind her front teeth. She
tried to close her mouth, but the ring kept her mouth painfully open.

He leaned into her as he pulled the leather strap behind her head. He
pulled it tight before he tied it down. The leather strap dug into the
back of her head and she sobbed as she felt the saliva pooling in her
mouth. She swallowed and heard the wet noise filling the bathroom. Cool
air tickled her throat, but she couldn't close her mouth.

Her hands lowered as she struggled with discomfort of the ring gag.

"Hands up!"

She brought her hands back up into a begging position. Her knees ached
as much as her mouth. She gasped for breath as she watched him stand up.

He aimed his cock up to her mouth again. The thick, swollen member
drooled with precum. He pushed it forward until she could feel it
pooling into her mouth, mixing with her saliva as it dribbled down the
sides of her mouth. He continued to feed it into her mouth. She felt his
flared cock head brushing her lips before it jammed into her mouth. The
taste of his precum grew stronger as she felt his head lodge into her mouth.

Bass grabbed her head and tilted her head so she was looking up at him.
"This is going to be uncomfortable, Happy Cunt. And there is nothing,"
his hips surged forward and his cock forced itself into her mouth, "you
can do to stop it unless you obey."

She gagged on the cock as it tickled the back of her throat. She
desperately tried to close her mouth, to somehow force him out, but the
her teeth only ground against the ring gag. Her hands reached out to
push him away.

Bass' grip on her head tightened as he drove forward. He forced his cock
deeper into her mouth and she suddenly couldn't breath. Bass grunted as
the pressure on her head increased. He tilted her head up as he tried to
force his cock into her throat.

Merrie gagged on him, fresh tears burning her eyes as a ringing pounded
in her ears.

"You-" He ground his cock into her mouth, increasing the pain and
pressure. She felt something starting to give, a wet ripping noise
filling her ears.

"Aren't-" Something in the back of her mouth gave and a sharp pain
exploded as his cock sank a few centimeters into her throat. She felt
her neck swelling against her collar.

"Human!" His yell filled the room as he drove his cock into her. She
tasted blood as he drove half his length into her mouth and down her
throat. She felt her neck being crushed between the thickness of his
member and the collar wrapped around her neck.

He held himself there, choking Merrie. "Bitches don't have hands. If you
try to grab one more thing, pick up one more item, or reach out one more
time, I'm going to have your fingers removed. And if you piss me off,
I'm going to have Tabitha bite them off."

Merrie's eyes were wide opened as she felt her lungs burning for air.
She trembled, fighting the urge to push him away as her vision blurred
from tears. Everything in her mind screamed to lash out, but somehow she
managed to resist moving even when the world started to go dark.

When he withdrew his cock, she gasped for breath. It came out a ragged
wheeze but she didn't care as she drank in the cool air. A few droplets
of blood splattered down on the wood floor, but it was far less than she
expected to see. Her throat burned in agony.

He gave her a few seconds, then tilted her head back. "Nine more times
for your punishment."

Merrie shook her head, but with her mouth forced open, she couldn't stop
as he forced his shaft into her mouth. It slid into the back of her
mouth and she felt her stomach surging with revulsion when it tickled
her gag reflex. She tried to swallow past the pain, but it only gave him
access to drive his cock forward into her mouth and down her throat. At
the feeling of her windpipe being crushed between his girth and the
collar, she prayed that he would keep it there and end her pain.

Bass held her tightly as he looked into her eyes. "You do not use the
toilet... ever again."

Slowly, he pulled his shaft from her lips. It glistened with her juices.
She gasped for air, tasting him on her tongue and lips as her lunches
burned with the torture.

Once again, Bass forced her head back, ready to rape her throat. "Now,
I'll give you a chance. If you can get to here," he released one hand to
point to the bulge, "with your lips, I'll stop."

He gestured to a point at least fifteen centimeters down his cock, and
easily twice as far as he forced into her mouth before. Merrie sobbed as
she looked at it, dreading what would come next.

His cock slammed against the back her bruised and bloodied throat. He
bore down with his hands, forcing her down on the shaft as it slid along
the slick muscles before surging down. She felt him forcing his cock
past her collar, crushing her neck. She tried to relax, tried to open
her mouth more in desperate hopes that she could reach his bulge. Her
lips worked along his thick member, feeling the silken flesh.

When her eyes started to roll back into her head and the world grew
dark, he pulled her off.

Sobbing for air, Merrie shuddered. She wanted to curl up, but the hands
kept her head from moving.

"You know, Happy Cunt, the only reason I'm giving you this chance is
because your hands are in the right position."

He relaxed his grip and she glanced at her hands. They were right where
he wanted them, in a begging position at her shoulders. She didn't know
why she kept them there, or even how with the pain radiating from her
throat and jaw, but she felt a flush of accomplishment.

He guided her gaze back to him. "You are a good girl. And, I want you to
be rewarded. Do you want me to fuck your throat? Do you want this
punishment over?"

She knew what he meant. She knew that he would tear her throat open with
his cock. And, even knowing that it would be excruciating, the hope that
this punishment would end burned brightly in her hopes.

Merrie let out a breathy bark, unable to close her mouth to do it properly.

"Good girl." Then Bass rammed his cock into her mouth. It slammed
against the back of her throat, but he bore down with his hands and
forced it into her throat. She felt the thick member forcing its way
into her esophagus, stretching her open as the pressure swelled against
her collar.

His knuckles cracked as he pulled her down. The bulge in his shaft
swelled as he forced her lips closer to it.

Her lungs burned with the need for air. Her jaw screamed in agony from
the ring gag. Neither could compare to the searing pain that radiated
from her violated throat.

Bass grunted as he yanked her down. Her lips were only a centimeter from
his bulge. She tried to open her mouth, to release herself, but it as
only the force he tore her open that brought her close. She wanted to
sob with the effort, to breath, but she couldn't. Nothing could stop the
cock as it drove toward her belly.

Then, she felt it. The bulge of his cock spread her lips apart. Her eyes
opened, but she couldn't see past the stars that swam across her vision.
She wanted to scream. Not even a whisper of noise could escape the cock
that choked her.

"Good girl," she heard him say.

He eased his cock out, almost tenderly. The first breath of air she
pulled him was the sweetest she ever enjoyed. A heady euphoria filled
her as Bass lowered her to the ground, almost lovingly, and set her down.

"Good girl," he repeated as he removed her ring gag.

Crying from the pain, shame, and humiliation, Merrie curled into a ball
on the floor. Every movement was electric, something that she didn't
think she would ever do again.

His bare feet walked to the bathroom door and he opened it. She stared
at his gray skinned soles as he exited and closed the door behind him.

She curled herself tighter, tucking her head between her knees. She
burned from the inside, just like when he raped her, but she felt a
strange pleasure coursing through her veins at touching that bulge in
his cock. She hated him, but she hated herself more for finding some
pleasure in her degradation.

Shivering, she gave into morbid curiosity. With trembling fingers, she
reached down between her legs, along the sweat-soaked flesh, and to the
cleft of her being. She stroked her labia, trying to tell herself that
the slickness came from her sweat and fear. But, she knew the scent that
drifted to her nose. It wasn't fear that soaked her fingers.

Merrie closed her eyes tightly and wished she was anywhere else.

**

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