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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 26: Suffocation
by t'Sade

Merrie didn't know how long she was tortured by Grange, but one morning,
everything changed. It was time for another puppy show but there were a
few more surprises for her, one of them from the other bitches in the room.

(MFFF bdsm viol, F+M+ magic)

**

Merrie didn't want to wake up. But, even as she struggled to cling to
the sleep, she became more aware of her body. Her knees were drawn up to
her chest and crushed her breasts. She had a spiked collar underneath
her iron one and the sharp points on the bottom dug into the side of her
bruised neck. Somewhere in the night, she had turned over in her side
and now she was trapped on her side. She couldn't move her arms because
they were bound tightly behind her. Her shoulder dug into the bars
behind her, but no matter how she twisted, she couldn't get comfortable.

Her body was already slick with sweat and the heat from her helplessness
added to the growing moisture between her legs. She twisted her hips to
rub her legs together, enjoying the friction of her pussy lips. She
couldn't come from masturbating since she came to the mill, but keeping
herself on the edge of an orgasm was a stolen pleasure from Grange's
cruelty.

She knew he was up. Just like Bass, she woke with her trainer. But where
she had the aching desire to crawl over to her first trainer and wake
him fully with a blow job, Merrie wanted to just crawl into a tighter
ball and wish the day would pass quickly.

Grange groaned as he crawled out of bed, his cruel thoughts already
drifting through Merrie's head. He was thinking about fucking her. Her
throat tightened up with the anticipation of being filled with his cock.

Merrie closed her eyes even tighter, wishing that she couldn't feel his
thoughts. Even the idea of being abused by him turned her on and she
hated every minute. She didn't want Grange, but as soon as he threw her
on the stool and tied her down, she was already hitting an orgasm. It
was a cruel trick the gods played on her, turning her into a beta.

Then, a different thought crossed his mind and the brutal fantasies
stopped. She couldn't read his thoughts directly, but his fantasies
stopped instantly with a sour thought. They came back up, but then faded.

He muttered to himself as he pushed the barbed wire fence away from his
bed and padded out. She careened her neck to look at him. He was naked,
his tall form towering as he pushed the fencing back into place. His
body was covered in scars and burns. She lowered her gaze down to the
one thing that she hated with all her heart but desired it nonetheless:
his cock. It was limp against his leg, but she felt a surge of heat
burning in her pussy with a hunger to have it driving deep inside her.

Desperate to tear her thoughts away, Merrie looked above her. Cock Diver
was in the cage above her, crammed into a space too small for her. From
her vantage point, she could only see the bar that ran down her slit and
the pussy lips that wrapped around it. Merrie knew it was agonizing to
have her entire weight on a single bar, both from experiencing it
herself and also from the discomfort radiating from the bitch. Merrie
pushed out with her mind, caressing against the pain and discomfort. She
brushed them away and replaced it with a sense of comfort.

Diver's face immediately relaxed. She was bound tightly in rope, her
arms and legs wrapped so her knees were by her chest. But, as Merrie's
emotions rolled through her, she let out a shuddering sigh and the ropes
creaked as she settled into them. Diver leaned to the side so their eyes
can meet. Diver mouthed "thank you" at her.

Merrie froze with shock. She lifted her head as she stared at Diver,
wondering if she just imagined the silent words.

Diver smiled and she jerked a little as she laughed silently. Her hip
ground against the metal and a brief flash of pain crossed her face, but
it never reached the amused twinkle in her eye. She repeated herself,
her lips moving silently. "Yes, thank you."

It never occurred to Merrie that any of the bitches knew what she was
doing. She was just trying to help, but she didn't think they knew.
Merrie worked her lips for a moment, then mouthed back. "You knew?"

A nod.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Her throat was dry and she clenched her
body against the feeling. She stroked Diver's thoughts and felt an
intense love burning inside her mind. The bitch couldn't project like
Merrie, but the emotions were as raw and real as if they were inside
Merrie's head.

Diver licked her lips and glance to the side--she couldn't look at
Grange--and then down to Merrie. "It hurts, but nothing compared to what
he's done to you."

Merrie felt her body tensing up as she remembered Grange's cruelty.

"You've protected us this last week and you... you are so brave like
Sable and I..." She sniffed and tears glittered on her cheeks, "and I
just wish I could have saved you from that gods-damned bastard."

Being compared to Sable was almost too much for Merrie. She shook her
head as she fought back a sob. She wanted to deny it, to tell that she
couldn't help it, that she was just as helpless. She didn't deserve to
be like Sable; Sable did it to serve where Merrie couldn't prevent it if
she tried.

"Hey!" Grange's voice cut through her attempts to mouth words. "No
making kissing faces at each other! You're fucking cunts, not lesbos!"

Merrie tore her eyes away from Diver. She looked across the bars to the
cage next to hers where Pillow Chest was bound to the cage walls. She
had a hook in her ass, a dildo buried in her throat, and her arms and
legs were tied to the bottom. She had a rope around her neck and a red
mark where it rubbed raw over the night.

As Merrie looked at her guiltily, Pillow gulped and gave a little nod of
assessment. She also knew. They both knew.

Grange slammed open Pillow's cage. He reached in and yanked her free of
her bondage. With a grunt, he threw her to the ground before she could
recover the feeling in her limbs. Merrie heard her hit the ground with a
muted thump and a cry of pain. He yanked open Merrie's cage. His fingers
dug into her skin as he hauled her out of her cage and tossed her into
Pillow's body. "Come on, you fucking cunts, I only have a few more hours
with two of you."

He pulled Diver out and tossed her on the ground. She hit with a wet
smack and cried out in pain.

"Fucking dog show. What a colossal waste of time."

He kicked Diver as he headed back to the sink. He poured water into a
large bowl and dropped it on the floor. "Fucking Bass rides my ass if
you don't get at least some water."

Merrie shook as she got on her wrists and knees. Looking down at her
amputated wrists and ankles sent a flash of excitement through her and
she had to struggle to push it down before she was begging for Grange to
rape her again. She stared at the water for a moment, then crawled over
to Diver and used her head to help the bitch to her knees.

Diver tilted her head to get her hair out of her face; Grange didn't
bother with brushing their hair or even putting them into dog ears. She
reached over and kissed Merrie on the shoulder.

Merrie grinned and reached down to grab one of Diver's nipples with her
lips. She sucked on it before letting it slip from her mouth.

Lust burned inside Diver, but then a guilty fear as Grange walked past
them. Diver gestured to the water bowl and then to Merrie. "Drink."

Behind Merrie, Pillow pushed Merrie toward the dish.

Merrie didn't know what to do. She looked back to Pillow who also
pointed her chin to the water. She didn't deserve what they were doing.
Ashamed, Merrie crawled over to the water and lowered herself to rest
her throat against the side of the bowl. Grange once pinned her against
it, but the cool edge of the bowl felt good against her tortured throat.
She lapped the water, drinking as fast as she could so the other two
could also get some.

The icy liquid feel good running down her throat. She couldn't count the
number of times Grange choked her, but she still grew hot and slick at
the thought of him wrapping the rope around her neck. And hated every
pleasure she got from it.

She drank her fill and crawled back. Diver took her place, sharing it
with Pillow. Both of the bitches emotions were bright in Merrie's head,
brighter than she had ever seen. There was a clarity to them, a depth
more than just love and respect for Merrie. Something had changed and
there was not a determination in both of their thoughts.

Merrie tried to listen, to figure out what changed in those few seconds,
but she couldn't quite hear their thoughts. It was like hearing whisper
on the other side of the door, she knew they were thinking but the words
danced on the edge of understanding.

Grange grabbed a plate from the near the door and slammed it down on the
stool he used to fuck Merrie. Someone delivered it before Grange woke up
and the smell of hot food brought a rumble in Merrie's gut. With a sigh,
he dug into it. "A few more hours with you worthless cunts before I get
some new bitches." His eyes focused on Merrie. "And you aren't worth
fucking ten million marks. You are more than useless, fucking cunt, you
are..." He tried to find a word but then gave up. He jammed more food
into his mouth before he talked with a full mouth. "I can't believe I
wasted the entire week on your sloppy holes. I should have been breaking
in those other bitches."

Both Diver and Pillow became guilty and ashamed. Merrie closed her eyes
as she sent them a wave of comfort and love. She didn't mean to save
them and she didn't deserve them to think so, but she couldn't tell them
that.

But, instead of her efforts comforting them, both Pillow and Diver grew
more determined. There was a sudden courage inside them, a hardness as
they finished drinking.

Grange's thoughts broke Merrie's connection with the two. He was
thinking about raping them and whipping them one last time. Memories of
torture welled up and Merrie grew hot and slick at the recollection. She
hated being turned on by her abuse, but she knew that it was far better
than the pain that the others would experience. She could at least
pretend she was enjoying it.

Her stomach clenched violently as tears ran down her cheeks. She hated
the pain, she hated the agony. She hated it, but she couldn't let him
hurt the others. She took a trembling step toward Grange.

Grange looked down at her as he stuffed a strip of fried pig into his
mouth. "Fucking hell. You want more, Cunt?"

She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks, but she nodded her head.

"Well then," he smiled as he tore a hunk of bread off with his teeth.
"If you want it so badly-"

Merrie didn't hear the next words as Diver crawled past her. The naked
woman had a whip in her mouth and the leather end trailed behind her
like a snake. She stopped a meter in front of Merrie and got into a
begging position.

Grange froze in mid-chew. "'at the fuf'?"

Merrie shook her head, silently denying what she saw.

Pillow Chest crawled past with a coil of rope in her mouth. Merrie
sobbed as she watched the bitch sit down next to Diver and got into a
begging position. The rope bounced against her breasts as she settled
into position.

From behind, Merrie stared at their backs. They were trembling and
frightened, but the determination was driving them forward. They were
doing it for Merrie. Merrie shook her head. "No," she mouthed even
though they couldn't see her, "no, no."

He swallowed. "What the fuck are you two doing?"

Merrie stared at the backs of the two bitches. They were both holding
themselves perfectly in position, but it was their emotions that blinded
her mind's eye. Even though they were terrified, they were saving her.
They wanted to take Grange's abuse just to save her.

"You fucking want to be whipped?"

Two barks.

"You are stark raving mad, you useless cunts."

Two more barks.

"Well, then," he jammed the last of his breakfast into his mouth.
Swallowing loudly, he stood up. His cock was hard and dripping. "We
better get to the beating, huh?"

Fear rose up, but it was pushed back down. Two bitches barked and
wiggled their asses in a mockery of an excited dog. And then Merrie
heard a voice in her head from one of the bitches.

(We can do this. It's just for a few hours. Blessed Divan, this is going
to hurt. Just back up, Rina, and let her do it. No! I have to. I have
to!) Memories welled up and they weren't Merrie's. Instead, it was one
of them watching Merrie being raped and tortured. Some of the images
came through bars of the cage and others from being tied to the side
walls. Days slammed into her and Merrie watched herself being fucked. If
she just paid attention to when Grange was fucking her, it looked like
Merrie was pretending to be terrified. There was a flush on her cheeks
and her pussy dripped with excitement. But, as soon as Grange finished,
everything changed. The lustful bark faded into a look of anguish,
self-hatred, and pain.

Merrie sobbed as she saw herself. She was a lie, a fake. The brave face
they saw wasn't her. She didn't want it, she hated Grange. She shook as
she took a step back.

(Only a few hours, then I'm done. But, she's coming back. He's going to
hurt her. He's going to... I have to! I can do it. I can... I...) The
thoughts faded away, leaving Merrie alone in her own mind.

She knew Sable would just shove her way past, to stand in front of them
and insist on being beaten. But, Merrie couldn't do it. She couldn't
take the pain anymore. Humiliated, she crawled back. A trail of hot
tears splattered against the stained wooden floor as she fled the pain
and agony, abandoned the two bitches who thought Merrie was someone better.

Shamed, she continued until her ass hit the cage. She sat down, then
pressed her body tight against the wooden floor. Tears ran in her cheeks
as she stared at the two trembling bitches willing to stand in her place.

Grange yanked the whip from Diver's mouth. He slapped her hard with his
other hand and the crack of flesh tore a wail from Merrie's thought.
Grange glared at Merrie, his eyes filled with disgust. "Shut the fuck
up, you useless, fucking cunt!" He looked down as fresh fantasies rose
up in his mind. "I get to have some fun."

Merrie closed her eyes so she didn't have to watch.

The next few hours were agony, but Merrie couldn't open her eyes. The
screams of pain, the cracks of the whip, each one reminded her that she
didn't stand up. The guilt tore at her heart but she didn't dare to
watch. But, no matter how tightly she closed her eyes, she could feel
the two bitches in her mind. They were in agony but just as determined.
They alternated encouraging Grange, doing the very thing Merrie did, and
he threw all of his anger and hatred into their bodies.

She didn't deserve it. She wasn't Sable. She wasn't Dixie. She was just
an impostor, pretending to be something more than a kidnapped woman who
lost her hands and feet. She sobbed and hated herself.

She felt their determinations cracking under the pressure of being
choke-fucked and beaten. But, when one started to cry out in real
terror, the other took the slack and gave encouragement.

And, somewhere in the dark world of agony and screams, something
changed. Merrie reflexively reached out with her mind. She felt them in
her heart, two bright points of agony and fear. She could help them with
that. She opened herself up and gave everything she could: love. She
wanted to tell them she didn't deserve it, but her mind refuse to push
out those thoughts or they were refusing to acknowledge it.

Hot tears ran down her face as she thanked them. It washed over them and
she heard the screams change. Instead of the high-pitched agony, it
became cries of pain that were partially faked. Her thoughts were
holding back the worst of the pain and instead of shrinking back, the
two bitches encouraged Grange even more.

He drove himself into them, whipping and beating. Even when he took out
the sharper whips and spikes, they took it. When he threw Diver into the
barbed wire fence and fucked her into the spikes, she cried out for more.

Merrie didn't have a word for what she was doing. She was in their
minds, shielding them from their own pain and fear. And they loved her.
They loved her despite being an impostor, a fake. And, she realized, she
loved them just as much.

"Fuck!" bellowed Grange. Merrie opened her eyes as he pulled his limp
cock from Pillow's throat. She gasped for breath as he staggered back
and slumped against a pillory. "That was the best fucking time I've ever
had."

And he was telling the truth. Grange was sated, for the first time that
Merrie encountered the man, the anger was banked and quiet. His thoughts
were almost clear as he looked down at the gasping bitch. He reached
over and smacked her hard, but he got no joy out of it. It was just a
rote gesture for now.

"With a hole like that, maybe I should keep you another week."

Pillow's mind flashed with fear, then somewhere outside of the room,
Sable barked loudly.

Grange looked up with surprise, then stared at the clock. "Crap! Where
did the time go!?"

He rushed over to the sink and grabbed a washcloth. Working quickly, he
scrubbed down his body.

Merrie picked herself up and crawled over to Pillow who was panting on
the ground. She searched the bitch's face for an emotion and found
relief. Fighting back the tears, Merrie knew she had to help physically
and not just mentally. She kissed Pillow's cracked and bleeding lips,
hoping that she could ease the physical pain.

Pillow trembled as she reached up for Merrie, wrapping her gloved arms
around Merrie's neck and pulling her into a hot, frantic embrace. Her
body, slick with sweat and oozing cuts, ground against Merrie. She had
large breasts and they rolled over Merrie's smaller ones. The smell of
Pillow's excitement rose up, mixing in with the scents of urine and blood.

Diver slipped in next to them, her mind filled with the same relief.
Merrie tried to break Pillow's kiss to embrace Diver, but Pillow didn't
let go. Instead, Diver ran her lips down Merrie's flank, teasing the
sensitive flesh as she worked her way down to Merrie's hip.

Then, as if they planned it, both bitches pushed Merrie to the side and
on her back. Merrie blinked in surprise as she found her world spinning,
then stared up at two women who had a thankful lust burning in their
gazes. She reached up for them, her amputated arms stroking their breasts.

Diver's thoughts rose up. (Thank you.) It was the thoughts she heard
earlier, of a woman named Rina. Diver lowered herself to kiss Merrie.

Merrie caught a glimpse of the whips and chains above her before she
closed her eyes to avoid looking at the horror above her. She opened her
mouth and accepted Diver's tongue as it flicked inside.

Pillow worked her way down, kissing along Merrie breast to catch one
nipple. Pillow's arm brushed against Merrie and Merrie felt the lines of
the whipping that covered her skin.

Merrie closed her eyes tightly, shamed, but then Diver kissed her
harder, driving her against the floor as she forced Merrie's open. At
the same time, Pillow nipped at Merrie's nipple, sending a flash of
pleasure and delicate pain across her senses.

As the humiliation rose, so did Diver's and Pillow's kissing and
nipping. Merrie tore her thoughts away as she realized they were
responding to her emotions. She felt shame and Pillow nipped again.
Merrie forced her despair and shame down, hiding it deep inside so it
wasn't dominating her thoughts.

Both bitches relaxed and resumed the playful caressed. Pillow released
Merrie's nipple with a slurp and crawled over Merrie's body. She sank
between the space of Merrie's legs. Her own breasts, covered in bruises
and whip lines, smashed against Merrie's belly as she kissed further
down. She used her bound arms to continue her trail down.

Merrie felt a growing pleasure in her body as Pillow's mouth found her
slit. It was slick and wet, not from Grange's own sick desires, but her
own hunger for loving sex. It was light and natural compared to the
unnatural feeling of Grange. It was night and day, much like the acidic
pleasure of the collar.

Diver broke the kiss but kept her lips against Merrie's lips. She smiled
and kissed Merrie's nose before working her own way down. Merrie could
do something, but she was pinned by the two bitches as Diver worked her
mouth down to Merrie's throat, kissing along remembered bruises.

Trembling, Merrie moaned. The sensation of a tongue lapping at her sex
was a forgotten pleasure. It curled through her senses and eased the
memory of her own torture. It pooled in her pussy as she writhed in the
growing pleasure. She reached down, but her non-existent hands couldn't
reach Pillow's hair.

She slumped against the hard ground and spread her legs more. The smell
of her excitement was a drug, but knowing that it didn't come from
Grange's lusts pushed her closer to an orgasm. She rocked her hips to
Pillow's mouth, silently begging for more.

And Pillow gave it to her. The bitch spread Merrie's legs and lapped
hard and fast, delving her tongue in Merrie's slick sex until Merrie
shuddered with a growing orgasm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

Grange's words sent a flash of fear through all three of them, but then
Diver and Pillow surprised Merrie as they bore down, lapping and kissing
faster. Both of them worked to push Merrie to an orgasm before Grange
ripped them away.

"Fucking lesbos," muttered Grange as he kicked Diver as he past them.

Merrie clutched at Diver as she threw herself into her growing orgasm,
straining to push herself over the edge. It was an intense one, building
until it hurt her chest.

Ice water slammed into her and the shock of it sent Merrie over the
edge. She arched her back and screamed out as every nerve ignited into
white hot flames of ecstasy. She sobbed and mewled, reaching out for
anything as she lost control of her body.

She heard Grange ranting, but couldn't understand the words. All she
cared was the orgasm that shoved away all the pain, all the sorrow, all
the agony. It tore at her body and she didn't think her body could take
the intensity of it.  She had to share it and she opened herself up to
give pleasure to Pillow and Diver.

Her mind burst out of the confines of her body, blossoming into a wave
of orgasm. Next to her, Diver and Pillow suddenly were thrown into
orgasms of their own. Each orgasm was a bright star of pleasure in
Merrie's mind. Diver slumped against Merrie as she gasped for breath.
Diver tensed up, whimpering as she cried out. As their pleasure grew, so
did the bright stars in the field of Merrie's thoughts.

But, Merrie couldn't stop it. Her pleasure continued to ripple out from
her. It went further than her projection had ever gone. A third star
burst into orgasm. It was Snuff Bait on the stairs outside the room. She
came right against the wall, crying out as the sudden orgasm consumed
her thoughts. And then another one bitch into an orgasm, adding to the
stars forming in Merrie's mind. And then another. And another. In the
space between her rapid-fire heartbeats, the bitches of the mill
exploded into orgasm.

Merrie cried out, not seeing through her eyes anymore. She was lost in a
field of stars, writhing in an orgasm that was spreading out with a rush.

The only one not to cum at the first touch of her mind was Sable. The
bitch was in the great hall, but her mind was surrounded by a shield of
white metal and scorch marks. Then, with a playful but surprised pop,
the shield dropped down and Merrie's orgasm crashed into Sable.

Compared to the other bitches, Sable was a supernova. The intensity of
the alpha's orgasm dimmed the other suns as Sable exploded. A long wail
of pleasure cut through the physical world as the light kept getting
brighter and brighter, exploding with a brilliance that tore through the
house after Merrie's own orgasm. It crashed back into Merrie and sent
her into a higher orgasm.

Merrie clutched the air as she screamed out in ecstasy. She was blinded
from the pleasure as she felt the pressure wave spreading out even
further. Just as it was beginning to fade, two more orgasms lit up in a
distance: Sama and Snapping Pussy. They were in Tabitha's cave but
Merrie couldn't focus enough to wonder how far away that was.

And then a second supernova exploded across her mental world: Dixie. The
second alpha was almost as intense as Sable and it blossomed into a
white-hot orgasm that rolled back toward Merrie.

Merrie felt it coming but she was utterly helpless to do anything. It
crashed her and threw her into a higher level of intensity. It grew so
powerful that it hurt. Her body couldn't take anymore and she felt the
pleasure burning out her senses. And in the sudden darkness of her
mind's eyes and her unseeing eyes, the crest of her orgasms rushed past.

Merrie slumped back to the ground as all the pleasure rushed out of her,
leaving an intense and sticky afterglow of honey and lust. She slumped
against the suddenly solid floor and panted for air. She was choking as
if the wind was driven from her but nothing touched her. She opened her
mouth, trying to draw in air.

"You were just fucking licking each other. It can't fucking hurt that
much." Grange spoke as if he didn't know what just happened. Merrie
realized she didn't feel any of the trainer in the intense moment of
pleasure, just the bitches across the mill.

She opened her eyes and looked at Grange. It took a long moment for her
eyes to come into focus.

He scowled at her but then froze. A strange look crossed over his face.
Merrie realized she couldn't feel his thoughts anymore. They were not
even in her thoughts. All she could see was a pathetic man filled with
hatred and insecurity, someone who had to hurt to feel power. She got
glimpses of his childhood, of a brutal father beating him, and then a
flash of seeing his own father dangling from a rope tied to the ceiling.
The connection faded.

Pity rose up from her and Grange blanched. He stepped back with a look
of fear.

But, then the moment was gone. Her mind returned to normal and his
desires began to creep into her thoughts.

Grange shook his head to clear it. "What the fuck happened?"

He turned his attention back to her. "I don't know what you did, but
don't ever do that again." His anger started to build again. "Don't ever
do that again!"

Merrie's breath came back with a rush. She trembled as she remembered
how to move her arms. Next to her, Diver and Pillow staggered as they
got to their feet. Their eyes were wide as they stared at Merrie.

Rolling over, Merrie crawled to her arms and knees. She gasped for
breath before she dared to peek over to the two bitches. They were still
staring with shock but smiles stretched across their faces. Their own
afterglows still smoldered inside their thoughts.

Pillow crawled over and kissed Merrie on the lips. (Thank you.) Pillow's
voice was soft and bubbly with just a hint of a cultured accent.

Diver followed after, but her thoughts didn't quite drift through
Merrie's mind. But, the thanks and love filled Merrie anyways. They were
an intense comfort for the dread of being alone with him later. A gift
that she couldn't thank enough.

Grange finished pulling on his shirt. "Are you fucking cunts done
screaming?"

Merrie sat up into a begging position. The others followed suit. As soon
as all three of them were in position, they barked.

Grange looked worried for a moment. Then the glare came back. "We better
hurry up, the show is about to start.

He strode over to the door and yanked it open. His confusion and fear
faded underneath anger as he gestured for them to follow. Diver and
Pillow went first, then Merrie followed.

"Fucking bitch," snapped Grange and he kicked her in the ribs.

The impact slammed Merrie against the wall. A flash of pain cut through
the afterglow and it started to crack. The charm on her neck pulsed. She
took a deep breath, wincing from the pain of her healing rib, and
crawled down the hall.

Behind her, Grange shut and locked the door. He strode past her with
another kick and lead the way to the stairs. Downstairs, there was
laughter and cheers and it warmed Merrie's heart to know that she would
be joining them soon.

At the stairs, she looked down and her heart skipped a beat. At the
bottom was Bass. He stood in the doorway of the great hall, his powerful
arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. He wore a simple
light brown shirt which contrasted with his gray skin. His trousers were
dark brown and he wore boots.

Merrie's heart welled up at his sight. He was a comfort with just his
presence, an anchor that made all the pain go away. She let out a soft
sigh of pleasure and headed down the stairs.

She only had a flash of warning before Grange's annoyance flared up. His
kick caught her right between the legs, the tips of his shoes slamming
into her clitoris. The impact slammed into Merrie and she lost her
balance. With an desperate shriek, she tumbled down the stairs. The
impact of the boards slammed into her back, arms, and legs before she
came crashing down on the ground at Bass' feet.

"Grange," said Bass in a low voice.

"She's clumsy."

"Don't do it again," warned Bass.

Grange came down to the same floor. He smiled cruelly at Bass. "You
aren't in charge of her, paladin. I can do whatever the fuck I want to."
He walked past Bass and into the great hall. "And there is nothing you
can fucking do about it."

Bass' knuckles creaked as he balled his hands into fists. His emotions
were hidden from Merrie, but looking up, she knew there was rage behind
his yellow eyes. He looked down at Merrie and there was pain and
frustration on his face.

Sighing, he knelt down and helped Merrie to her hands and knees. "Good
girl."

When Merrie didn't shiver with an orgasm, he frowned. "You really did
break the collar, didn't you?"

Merrie blushed and smiled. She gave a little bark.

Bass smiled broadly. He patted her head. "You are a very good girl. Now,
do you know anything about that?"

He pointed into the room.

Inside were the gathered bitches. They were playing like usual, but
there was a strange tension in the room. She took a deep breath and was
overwhelmed by the smell of sex and orgasms that clung in the air.
Curious, she crawled into the room and took another breath. It was the
smell of pleasure in the air, hot and humid, and it was the sweetest
perfume she had ever known.

Snuff Bait saw her first as she crawled on top of Horny Holes. She froze
as a smile crossed her face. Horny Holes kicked her off, but as she got
to her feet, she also caught sight of Merrie. One by one, the playing
and wrestling stopped to regard Merrie. The room was bright with their
emotions and their love blinded Merrie's mental senses.

Merrie blushed hotly as she inched into the room. She stopped inside the
door when she caught sight of something glistening on the floor. Lifting
her arm, she peered down until she realized it was cum. She peeked up to
Eight who mouthed, "Thank you."

And then they were on her. Naked bitches swarming over her as they all
jumped her. There was kissing and touching. Merrie was lost in a storm
of hands and tongues and tails. They caressed her entire body and their
minds filled her with their thanks and love. It filled her with joy as
they pushed and stroked her and touched her. She could do nothing except
roll in the pleasure as she was brought to the ground and a dozen lips
and tongues assaulted her.

Merrie didn't know who was licking or touching her. After a few seconds
of trying, she realized she didn't care and lost herself in the pleasure
of everyone. Mouths clamped against her nipples, tongues lapped at her
sex, breasts, belly, everywhere. And everything turned into a blur of
pleasure as she writhed and tried to enjoy every bit of it.

"Okay," Bass called out, "could the bitch orgy stop? You've been going
at it for almost an hour."

Merrie gasped as she sat up. She had lost track of time. Her body felt
liquid and hot, like molten silver poured into her veins. She gasped for
breath and struggled to get the overwhelming sensations and afterglow
back under control. She shook as she struggled to get to her feet,
giving up twice before she managed to get her limbs back under control.
Gasping for breath, she looked around.

Sable smiled broadly as she sat in front of Merrie. There was something
in her eyes, a knowing that Merrie was so close to understanding herself.

Dixie came up next to Sable and sat down by the alpha. His bright eyes
fixed on Merrie. It was the same look, as if both of them knew that
Merrie's orgasm had taken over the entire mill in one moment. It was a
look of expectation. Then, he nodded in approval.

His action stunned Merrie. She gaped with surprise.

Next to Dixie, Sable also looked surprised even though she wasn't
looking at Dixie. She turned and butted Dixie in the side of the head
before trotting to Bass.

Dixie rolled his eyes and turned around to crawl over to Tabitha who was
leaning against the wall.

Seeing all the bitches heading toward their masters, Merrie reluctantly
crawled toward Grange. The man was crouched between two windows. He was
speaking sharply to Cock Diver and Pillow Chest. As Merrie drew closer,
she heard the tail end of his words.

"-fucking bitches. I don't care what you do, if you don't get a copper,
I'm going to beat your fucking asses until you bleed."

His words were lessened by the knowledge that Bass had always moved the
bitches away from Grange at the dog show. For Diver and Pillow, their
agony was over. And Merrie could sent the relief filling them.

Diver peeked over to Merrie and she was filled with sympathy and
sadness. Merrie crawled over and gave her a kiss.

Grange grabbed Merrie's collar and dug his fingers around the metal.
"And you, little fuck hole, I don't know what you did, but I'm going to
teach you to keep out of my fucking head!"

Touching him, the emotions came hard and fast. Fresh anger and hatred
was now directed at her. She could feel it burning at her mind as the
hungry desires to break her filled her thoughts. Grange had been pushed
over the edge and he was no longer content with just whips and chains.
He was picturing the knives on his table. She could feel with sick
clarity the desire to break her bones, just to watch the healing charm
putting her back together. The images were clear, as if she was
experiencing them, and Merrie knew that it would be nothing like what
happened before.

She felt sick to her stomach as she was assaulted by his desires. She
let out a whimper as her world grew dark until it was nothing but
herself and Grange. He pulled her close and then pulled out a rope.

Fear flashed through her, burning away the faded pleasure of her orgasms
as he wrapped it around her neck. "I'm going to fucking break you."

The rope tightened, cutting off Merrie's breath. "I'm going to break
your ass. I'm going to fuck you with every sharp blade I have, just to
hear you scream. And then I'm going to rape the bloody hole just to feel
you healing around it."

His voice was a tight whisper, brimming with anger. He tightened the
rope and she felt her throat constrict off her breathing. Panic and fear
pounded in her ears as she pawed at his hands, her useless limbs sliding
off his grip. She was barely aware that he was standing up, pulling her
completely off the ground as he snarled at her.

"I'm going to break you. I'm going to make sure you never become like
that dumb bitch Sable."

Merrie's skin grew tight with her fear. A tingling coursed along with,
growing with intensity as she pawed at him, trying to force him away.
She grew more terrified with every passing second, assaulted by his
plans for her body.

"By the time I'm..." His words trailed off but his mouth was still moving.

Merrie thought it was the pounding in her ears but then she realized she
couldn't heart anything except two heartbeats. The tingling grew more
intense and then burst out from inside her.

It was the bond. The ghostly leash waved once and then snapped forward.
It buried itself into Grange's chest and an intense hatred poured into
her. She opened her mouth to scream but no noise came out. She could
feel his heart speaking to her.

(I'm going to break her.)

And she wanted it.

(She's going to scream.)

And she needed it.

(I'm going to rape her!)

With every passing heartbeat, the connection grew stronger and more
solid. She sobbed and tried to shove him away, to escape the horrid fate
of bonding with Grange. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. She was
helpless as the solidifying bond allowed more emotions to crash into her.

Grange's memories poured into her, of his entire childhood flooding
through her. She was assaulted by his own beatings, of his military
service, of years of fighting in wars as he crawled to the top of the ranks.

She sobbed and lashed out. She was desperate to escape. She couldn't
take it anymore, she wanted to kill herself than to let the bond
continue. It kept growing more solid and solidifying. It took on a shape
of braided leather as wisps gathered together. It was a whip, just like
the one he formed with magic, and it was tying them together.

His life continued to pour into her, filling her with the desire to be
hurt, beaten. It came with memories of his court martial, of being
convicted of killing an entire village. He lost everything and was
thrown out of the army. He quickly became a beggar on the street, but it
wasn't long before he was fighting in the underground arenas.

In the corner of her eye, she saw Sable barking violently with a
frightened look on her face but no noise reached Merrie's ears. She
wanted to reach out for Sable, to beg her to save her, but she couldn't
tear her body away from Grange. He was becoming her entire world, her
meaning for life, her existence.

She shuddered as she looked down. The connection was almost complete.
Only one strand left until she was irrevocably bound to the man she
hated and feared for her life.

A gray fist came swinging right over her head. The world slowed down as
she saw Bass's arm come in a powerful backhand. Plates of white armor
appeared and slammed into place right before his fist slammed into the
wall of the great hall. Wood, glass, and Dixie's picture shattered as he
tore a deep gouge through the wall. The swing continued into Grange's
face and the sickening crunch blasted through the forming bond.

Grange flew straight back, breaking through chairs and a trophy case
before he crashed into the back wall of the hall.

Bass continued the swing and stepped in front of Merrie. He threw back
his arms and there was a single burst of power as his armor slammed
around him. Bright white and silver, it crashed into place around his
body. A shock wave burst out from the impact of his armoring and threw
Merrie back to the floor.

To Merrie's horror, she saw the connection between her and Grange still
forming. The seconds slowed down as she watched the last of the braids
slowly coming into existence.

Tabitha as a giant wolf slammed into Grange, punching him through the
back wall as she took out the entire corner of the hall. The ceiling
started to cave in. Through the crumbling timbers, she saw Tabitha's
magic ignite and the wolf accelerated. A blink later, she was gone and
there was a hundred meter long explosion of shattered trees and leaves
in the wake of her passing.

The connection stretched tighter but didn't break. It slowed down but
was still forming. More memories coursed into her, of Grange taking
Bass' offer to be a trainer. It was six years ago, but Bass didn't look
different than he did now. But, then she couldn't think of it as she
experienced six years of torture and beating, of being turned on by
hurting people. She could feel her mind twisting to match with his
thoughts even as she struggled against it.

And then Sable and Dixie were there. Dixie was in wolf form, but Sable
had wolf-like fangs as they both bit down on Merrie's shoulder. The
force of their blow drove Merrie into the door of the great hall. It
cracked from the impact and they fell through it in a shower of
shattered wood.

The pain was intense, more than just physical damage but something that
cut into her very being. With a sickening sensation, the connection
snapped. Merrie felt an intense despair punch into her. It was a loss
that scraped against her very soul, a wound that dug deep into her soul.
She tried to let out a wail of pain and sorrow, but no noise came out.

Struggling on her back, she reached up for the rope still around her
throat. It was strangling her but her amputated arms refused to grab on
the rough texture. She opened her mouth to call out, panicked as she
flailed on the floor. She lost control of her bladder but the hot liquid
pouring down her leg faded under her fading senses.

She was helpless as the world grew dark.

And then there was nothing.

**

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