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.