Merrie dozed on the beach of the pond, her eyes half open as she stared at the bright blue sky. Underneath her, the sand had molded to her curves, cradling her. She knew she was in a terrible place, but as she lay in the sun, she could almost find herself enjoying it. Her mind drifted to Licker's rape and Bass' huge cock disappearing into her body, and felt a shiver of pleasure. It was only a matter of hours or days until Merrie would be on her knees, impaled by that very shaft. She knew it would hurt, more than she could imagine, but his brutal domination and size made her just want it more.
She groaned and rolled over on her belly. Her gloved hands slid through the moist sand beneath her as she adjusted her body, moving until her breasts ground into the surface of the small beach. Through a thin screen of grasses, she could see Bass and Borias talking to each other. Sama, Diver, Throat, and Holes were crouched on the ground next to them. Each of them had a leash on, clipped to their collar and held in their respective trainers' hands.
With a start, Merrie reached up to her own collar. Her knuckles brushed against the metal, but there was no leash keeping her bound. Her mouth open with surprise, and she stared at the two trainers in shock.
Borias glanced over and gave her a wink. He returned to his conversation with Bass. “So, boss? Can I be taking your Sable? Me girls could use bit of a role model to show them what a real bitch acts like.”
“Why not? She's been riding Licker's face for almost an half hour now.”
Borias chuckled. “Aye, that girl's tongue gonna be sore. Maybe she be learning not to be running away.”
“That,” murmured Bass, “wasn't even close to running away. Sable keeps a good eye on the new bitches.”
“Wouldn't know. You and Tabby are the only ones with alphas. Maybe I should borrow your Cunt too?”
“No,” came the sudden and harsh reply.
“Sorry I asked,” muttered Borias as he stood up. “Here, boss, hold me girls while I get your bitch?”
Bass grunted and took the offered leashes. Borias brushed his hands on his thighs and walked toward Merrie. He had a smile on his lips. As he drew closer, he motioned for Merrie to get up.
Merrie pushed herself to her hands and knees. She looked up as the trainer patted his thigh. “C'mon, girl, let's get your bitch sister. Heel.”
She wasn't sure if that was a command, but she knew what dogs did to heel. She turned around and crawled next to him, less than a foot from his thigh. Her booted knees crunched the sand, then gravel as they circled the water.
“Good girl.”
Merrie shivered at the pleasure of his compliment, even though it came from the collar.
As they walked, he spoke cheerfully. "Ya know, we all have roles here. Bass teaches you how to take that big log of his. He'd ruin you for everyone else, but mother makes you nice and tight for us little guys. Got to thank those collars of hers for that. Best idea she got since convincin' a paladin to get me out of Abbinkey."
He paused to let her crawl over a ridge before he continued, "Piffin is perfection. An anal bastard who expects everything from you bitches in precise distances. Spread your legs thirty inches, not thirty-one. Grange is the cruel master you never want. I hate him, he reminds me of the gang leaders in Abbinkey that go around raping everyone. And beatin' up everyone to make themselves feel important."
“Tabby… well, Tabby scares me too much.” He looked around, “And I better not be talking bad about her. She might hear, and I don't like when she humps me face.”
As they came around the bushes Sable had hid in earlier, Borias lowered his hand, resting it on the back of Merrie's neck. She shivered at the contact, but had to concentrate to keep up with his pace. "And me? Well, I teach pretty little girls like you to swallow past your gag reflex. Ain't nothin' too dirty for me, but it prepares you for those nasty masters out there. Assholes who take a perfectly good and sexy girl and use her for nothin' but a chamber pot."
Merrie listened as she stared at Sable and Licker. Sable sat on Licker's chest, rubbing her pussy along Licker's throat and face. Even from a distance, Merrie could see Sable's juices coating Licker's face with a glistening glaze.
“And Sable,” Borias lowered his voice, "got a role here too. She and Dixie show you girls what happens when you stop resistin'. The smart ones," his hand moved to stroke Merrie's ears, “like you learn quickly, and that makes me jealous. Wish I got the alpha instead of boss.”
As they came to a halt next to Sable and Licker, Sable crawled off and sat on the grass. Her ass wiggled back and forth and she panted. She had a blush on her cheeks and a broad grin on her face.
Licker, on the other hand, slumped on the ground and looked miserable. She blinked, and her soaked eyelashes stuck to her face. Sable's drying juices covered her from nipples to hair, and one of the dog ears had come undone.
“Damn Sable, can she even use her tongue?”
Sable barked once and wiggled even more. Her tail wagged back and forth, swishing through the grass as she moved.
Borias knelt down next to Licker and stuck his fingers in her mouth. He inspected her for a moment, then he smiled. His other hand slid down to Licker's nipples and teased them. “Very good girl,” Licker shuddered under his hands, "but don't be runnin' away, k?"
Licker moaned and tried to turn away from him, but he twisted her nipple. "No, I'm bein' serious, Licker. If you did get away, Tabby will come for you. And trust me, you don't want Tabby."
At her whimper, Borias reached down further and forced his hand between her legs. He stroked her a few times before sniffing his fingers. "Good girl, you just be relaxin' k?"
Licker whimpered as the pleasure shook through her body. Merrie felt a sympathetic pleasure coursing through herself as well.
Borias guided Licker to her hands and knees. His hand rested on her tight, teenage belly until she got her balance, then he clipped a lead to her collar. “Come on, let's get you to the boss so I can borrow Sable for the night.”
Sable barked cheerfully and ran around in a circle.
He turned and started to head back around the pond. Sable barked and surged forward, circling around him as she bounded through the grass. Licker resisted until the lead grew taut and dragged her after Borias. She relented and followed with her head hung low.
Merrie worried her lip, then crawled after them. She came even with Licker, and something kept her beside the teenage girl.
“Hard to believe,” Merrie looked up to see Borias talking over his shoulder to them, “that you were kidnapped just yesterday. Lot happened already, huh?”
Licker didn't answer, but Sable gave Merrie a hard look. Blushing, Merrie barked once to answer him.
"Don't worry, a lot more is gonna happen tonight. Or even after lunch. The first few days are always hard. Boss needs to rip you open and mother's gotta heal you. A couple times of that, and you can handle that big ol' dick of boss in any of your holes. Trust me, soon you'll be craving that dick in your ass."
Merrie shivered at the thought of being bent over something, her vulnerable ass exposed to Bass' cock. Her ass clenched around its plug with anticipation. She looked over at the broken Licker, and felt guilty at her excitement.
Licker shot Merrie a look through the hair draping over her face. It was filled with hatred, humiliation, and despair. The look of it shook Merrie to the bone.
Merrie knew she shouldn't look forward to being raped, but it didn't feel like rape anymore, not to Merrie. She was there against her will, and she would try to escape if she could. Yet at the same time, she craved that feeling of being dominated more than she ever thought possible. It was like a drug, even stronger than that of the pleasure from her magical collar. Like before, Merrie wondered if there was something terribly wrong with her. She peeked over at Sable, who happily bounded ahead of Borias. Merrie wondered if Sable accepted her position as easily as Merrie did.
Lost in her thoughts, they had walked back around the pond before she realized it.
"Here ya go, boss. Three lovely girls, includin' one that probably won't be speakin' for a while."
Bass looked up from where he lay on the ground. He was sprawled out, leaning on one elbow. His hand held Sama close to him as his fingers stroked up and down her slit, his wrist against the tail sprouting from her ass. A look of reluctant pleasure stormed across Sama's face as she looked at Merrie helplessly. Across from Sama, Throat Diver knelt on the ground as she lapped at Bass' immense cock, his pre-cum soaking her face and hair. The other two, Holes and Throat, were crouched on the ground as far away as their leashes would let them.
Borias chuckled. "Aww, that looks nice, but I got to be takin' my girls back to the hall. Time for a bit of toilet trainin'. Well, not Throat because she earned a night off."
Diver and Holes looked up with naked fear on their faces. Throat glanced over two her two bitch sisters then ducked her head down when they shot glares at her. Merrie shivered at their look, afraid of what the cheerful Borias did in his room.
“Aw, come on, it's just a bit of pee. Damn girls, can't even appreciate a proper bit of watersports.” He rested his hand on Merrie's shoulder, “I bet you would, wouldn't you?”
Merrie whimpered, shivering with the mixture of revulsion and realization that if Borias wanted to, he would could make her do anything. She tightened her body and looked away, but she knew Borias was smiling.
“All right,” he released Merrie, “catch you later, boss.”
“See you at dinner, Bori,” grumbled Bass.
“Don't forget we got a dog show after the meal. I bet Throat is gonna win the blue.” Borias grabbed the leads for his three girls and headed out across the grass, whistling cheerfully. Throat trailed behind at first, then peeked over her shoulder. She gave Merrie a look of desperation and helplessness, until Borias tugged on the leash and pulled her along.
Merrie watched until the trainer, the three girls, and Sable disappeared out of sight. Then, she peeked over at her own trainer.
Bass continued to slide his fingers up and down Sama's slit as he looked at Merrie, a strange expression on her face. It was a piercing, almost angry look, and she cringed at the yellowed eyes focused on her.
Frightened, Merrie looked around until her eyes rested on Licker. The teenage girl curled in a fetal position on the ground, her booted hands covering her face. Her leash draped over her naked hip and led over to Bass, who had left it coiled on the ground underneath his hand. Merrie crawled over to Licker.
Up close, she could see that Licker was crying into her hands, the tears rolling down through Sable's juices that covered her face. A pang of sympathy flooded Merrie. She glanced over at Bass, who still watched her, then crawled up and rested her chest against Licker's side.
The teenage girl shuddered and curled up tighter. She turned her head away from Merrie and buried it in the grass below her.
Not really understanding why she did it, Merrie rubbed her cheek against Licker's shoulders. When that didn't help the girl, she licked the curl of ear that peeked from the long black hair draped along her neck. The ear was sweet and tangy and tasted of Sable's pussy. Even as Licker shivered, Merrie rubbed her breasts along Licker's body and sucked on the teenage girl's earlobe. Her lips worked their way down to the slender neck, working into the junction of her shoulder. Merrie felt a shiver course through Licker's body, and a minute relaxing.
Encouraged, Merrie continued and forced her head underneath Licker's chin. Licker resisted, but Merrie shifted to a better angle and jammed her mouth in to lap at Licker's throat. It was soft and sweaty and smelled of pussy. Sable's juices were everywhere, but Merrie worked at it, licking the teenager's face and throat until she could no longer taste the tangy sweet flavor of Sable.
As she finished cleaning Licker's shoulder, she heard Bass come up. A tingle coursed through her body as she lowered her body to raise her hips. She slid her legs apart to present to him, even as she kissed her way down Licker's arm.
At his touch on her back, she shivered with anticipation. “Good girl.”
Bass knelt down next to them, and ran his hands along Licker's body. His thick fingers cupped her breasts, the small mounds even smaller as she rested half on her back. He tweaked the large nipples and rolled them between his fingers. “Very good girl, Licker.”
Merrie felt the trembling of pleasure. She glanced up at Bass, then resumed her licking. She couldn't taste Sable anymore, but with the trainer stroking Licker's face and breasts, she let her mouth trail down. She followed the trembling flanks down to Licker's hips. Leaving a trail of kisses, Merrie worked her way in between Licker's legs. To Merrie's surprise, Licker relaxed her knees and let them fall apart, exposing her sex to Merrie's mouth.
Licker's labia was swollen, pink, and flushed with excitement, and the smell of it drifted across Merrie's senses. The lips would have been pressed together like a clam, but they were splayed open like a flower, with the inner folds peeking out from the pink depths. Merrie looked up at Licker, who was staring at Bass, and lowered her mouth to the moist slit.
At the first touch, Licker shuddered. Merrie kept her eyes focused on Licker's face and smiled when Licker struggled to keep staring at Bass. Her body trembled underneath Merrie, so Merrie delved her tongue into the warm opening and spread her open, lapping like a dog against the teenager's clitoris.
“Very good girl, Licker.”
Under her mouth, Licker shuddered and a flood of juices coated Merrie's tongue. Bass reached up to stroke Licker's face as his other hand pushed down to rub his palm along her erect nipples.
“It won't be so bad, Licker. You'll see,” Bass spoke in a comforting tone despite his rough, gravely voice.
Licker's legs parted even more and Merrie decided to reward her by probing her sex with her tongue. It tasted stronger in the hole, and Licker shuddered as she gave Merrie an almost thankful look. Merrie smiled and kept her mouth plastered to Licker's cunt, lapping and sucking the best she could.
“In fact, let me show you what happens when you don't fight. Tits?”
Sama looked up from where she crouched on the ground. At Bass' gesture, she slowly pushed herself to her hands and knees.
“Tits, now.” Bass held up Sama's leash. She moved faster, but he tugged on the leash, causing her to stumble as the collar around her neck pulled her forward. She crawled over to the three and came to a halt.
Bass pointed to the ground next to Licker. “Come on. Last night, I was too tired to fuck you properly, but you've been a good girl-” Sama jerked from the pleasure, “-and its time to open you up properly.”
Eyes growing wide, Sama shook her head. She opened her mouth but didn't even mouth words.
Bass tugged on her leash. “You only got half of me in. And I'm trying to show Licker that it doesn't hurt if she stops resisting. Don't force me, Tits, you won't like it.” His warning growl hung in the air.
Head low, Sama crawled across the grass and sat down. She started to roll on her back, but Bass stopped her.
“No, present yourself. Getting fucked on your back is for special occasions.”
Sama caught herself and crawled into position, her ass sticking up in the air. Her labia peeled apart from her movement, and exposed the pink opening of her sex to Bass, and also Merrie.
Merrie grew excited and she took it out on Licker. She sucked and nibbled on the delicate folds of the pussy under her mouth. Licker's hips rose and fell in tiny movements, but Merrie couldn't take her eyes away from Sama's slit. She was going to see Bass fuck her and she felt the excitement burning in her own pussy.
Bass quickly stripped off his own shorts and knelt behind Sama, his dark gray cock stiffly at attention. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip, down his veined shaft, and gathered at his balls. He reached out and held Sama's hips with both hands. “Now, when you are good, we go nice and slow.”
He leaned into Sama and the large, flared head of his shaft pressed against Sama's slit. Sama jumped at the touch, but Bass did nothing but hold it there. He gently rocked forward and back, making tiny movements that pushed at her sex but did not penetrate.
Merrie breathed deeply into Licker's pussy and felt the moisture gather. She peeked over at Licker, who watched Sama and Bass with wide eyes. Her mouth was parted as she appeared to struggle between fascination and revulsion.
“Good girl, Tits. Good girl, Licker.”
He didn't tell Merrie good girl, but she still felt a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body. It may have been sympathetic, but Merrie didn't care. She bore down and continued to lap Licker's pussy, enjoying the taste and heated silk sensation of the young girl's sex.
Bass continued to rock back and forth, pushing his cock against Sama. Then, between one stroke and other, the head just slipped in. The world slowed down for Merrie as she watched Sama's labia just relax under his gentle assault, and the slicked head of his cock just disappear.
Sama let out a gasp and arched her back. Her mouth opened up, but Bass suddenly reached out and clamped his hand over her mouth.
“This, Tits, is the wrong time to set off the collar. I'll get shocked too, and if I do, all my muscles will contract. You would get my entire cock shoved into your pussy in one stroke.”
Sama and Merrie trembled at the thought. Merrie thought Sama was terrified, but the sick part of Merrie wondered what it would feel like. To have thirty centimeters of cock suddenly punched into her body. She almost came at the thought, and her cheeks burned at the shame of fantasizing about something that would no doubt hurt very much.
When Sama relaxed, Bass released his hand and returned to rocking back and forth. “Now, Tits, last night we got to the knot, but we need to open you up. I want to feel you all the way to the base.”
His soothing, rough voice was almost hypnotic. Merrie found herself matching his movements with her tongue, lapping in time. Licker's hips rose up to meet her licks, even as the girl kept the look of revulsion on her face.
Bass grunted and the cock slipped in a bit deeper. His hands tightened on Sama's hips and he increased the length of his strokes. Wet slurping noises filled the air as he sank in further with every stroke. His knot, only an centimeter larger than his shaft, bobbed back and forth as he worked his way deeper.
To Merrie, seeing his thick cock sliding in and out, brought a fresh hunger for Bass' shaft. She wanted it, craved it, needed it. She wanted to be on her knees being fucked. It didn't matter if it was the slow, steady, and irresistible force Bass used now, or the brutal violation he had unleased on Licker. All Merrie could think was how much she wanted to feel him inside her.
She lapped deeply and stared as Bass' knot reached Sama's pussy. It was larger now, a few centimeters thicker than his shaft. When it bumped against the labia, Merrie shuddered with a tiny orgasm of delight. She watched with rapt attention, Licker all but forgotten as the knot rocked back and forth before it slipped inside, like a swollen egg disappearing into Sama's pussy.
“Good girl. Good girl, just a little more.”
Sama moaned as he thrust in and out. His knot slid in and out of her pussy, stretching it open wider with every thrust. Her legs trembled and she planted her face into the ground, the earth muffling her cries his thrusts grew longer and stronger.
“That's it. Just a bit further. I can feel the back.” He gave a sharp thrust and Sama jerked forward. “Right there. And now…”
He tightened his grip and began slow, deliberate strokes that pulled almost completely out before sliding fully back. At the peak of his stroke, Sama jerked forward. Juices dripped from her pussy as his thick member disappeared into her body. Sama's belly swelled with every stroke, and she let out soft gasps of pleasure and pain.
Bass grunted and accelerated. His cock drove deep into Sama, not quite burying completely, yet three-quarters of his length pounded into Sama's pussy with firm, smooth strokes. She jerked with every movement. She threw her head back, mouth open, but no words came out as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Merrie didn't know if they were tears of pleasure or pain or both, but Merrie desperately wished it was her beneath Bass. She remembered Licker's pussy and lapped quickly for a few strokes, but her jaw and tongue was tired. She clamped her mouth on Licker's clitoris and sucked on it, rubbing her lips back and forth as she stared at the immense cock disappearing into Sama.
Bass let out a long, guttural groan. “By the light, damn it. Tits, cum!”
Sama screamed out as an orgasm crashed into her. Her entire body tensed as Bass drove hard into her, forcing his cock deep and holding as his balls jerked. The shaft swelled up as he came, pumping her with hot, searing liquid.
Merrie came herself, not from a magical collar but from the hunger built up inside her. She balanced her face on Licker's pussy and tried to rub her own sex, but the gloves couldn't get her the relief she needed. After a few desperate attempts, she gave up. She slumped to the ground with a shuddering gasp. She could feel Licker's juices coating her face, and licked her lips.
With a low groan, Bass pulled his cock from Sama's pussy. A flood of cum poured out of the gaping hole and dribbled down the inside of Sama's thighs. He stroked his cock a few times, then held it out for Merrie. “Clean.”
Merrie smiled dispite the desperate itch between her legs, pushed herself up, and crawled over Licker's leg. With a moan on her lips, Merrie opened her mouth and took his head to suck it clean.