Merrie followed Bass down the stairs, her boots and gloves whispering against the wooden steps. She was nervous and excited at the same time; the butterflies in her stomach made her nervous as she came down the flight of stairs leading to the second floor. Her body trembled with the effort to keep her balance as she put her full weight on her hands. Every little movement was a struggle for her, but she felt a sense of joy in acting like a dog. She wondered if she wasn't wearing the boots and gloves, would she still crawl down the stairs like Sable would?
She thought about the dark-haired dog girl. She acted like Bass demanded, but she didn't have the heavy metal collar around her neck to enforce it. Merrie didn't know if Sable's collar would send the pulses of pain or pleasure, or prevent her from talking, but Sable seemed so natural as she crawled on her severed knees and elbows.
Merrie paused on the stairs, thinking about Sable's amputated limbs. The word that Tabitha used only a few minutes ago: cropped. Cropping was the process of removing part of a dog's tail, trimming it down. Merrie didn't think much about the casual use, mostly because she didn't have a tail. She looked down at her booted hand. It took her a moment to realize what Tabitha meant. She was going to amputate Merrie and all the new bitches.
Tabitha would cut off Merrie's arms and legs.
The butterflies in her stomach turned to bile as her happy, almost carefree enjoyment of being a new slave crashed down around her. It was one thing to crawl around on her hands and knees and being fucked by Bass' huge cock, but the idea of having her arms and legs cut off sent a sharp burst of fear through her. It rose, filling her thoughts, until she thought her heart would burst.
Merrie was barely aware that she was gasping for breath. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs and she felt her world spinning. She looked down the stairs and saw Bass turning around.
Memories rose up, of the brutal slaughter in the warehouse. The smell of blood and death. The looks of horror and terror on the abducted people's faces. The women being taken to the dairy farm. She wondered why she wasn't horrified about her predicament, but all the fear and terror she wasn't feeling hit her with a rush. A tidal wave of emotions that stopped the air in her lungs and ripped the joy out of her life. Her chest burned as she tried to pant, but she couldn't breathe in despite her open mouth and gasping. Hot tears rolled down her face, splashing down on her gloves.
A wail ripped out of her throat. It didn't sound like her voice, but she could feel her throat vibrating. She felt the words coming out, the ease that she remained silence had shattered with her terror.
“No! No! I don't-”
Her collar exploded into lightning and she felt the electricity tear through her body. Her muscles clenched and she felt something tearing in her body. She lost her balance and came tumbling down the stairs. The sharp edges of the steps caught her shoulders as she bounced, but she couldn't do anything but scream out.
Strong hands caught her as she fell. Her body smacked into Boss' muscular arms and against his chest. She flailed out at him, screaming out shrilly. Her collar sparked again and she jerked violently. Bass' body tightened around her, squeezing her tighter as he was affected by the collar's shock.
She screamed out again, her mind replying every moment since she was abducted. A hand was plastered against her mouth and she heard Bass whispering, but it only added to her fear.
“Speak. Cunt, it's okay. Come on, Cunt, it's okay. It's okay. You're a good girl.”
The normal ectascy that came from the collar didn't bring her pleasure. It was a hallow sensation that couldn't even dent the fear she felt. She knew that Bass was cradling her as he turned around. She felt him sit down but she was too lost to do anything but cry out.
“No, no, no.” She didn't know why the collar didn't punish her anymore, but she didn't care. “No, please don't, I don't want to be cut. I don't want to be here anymore.” She lifted her face to look into Bass' eyes. Tears ran down her cheek as she pleading. “Please, I don't want to be a bitch anymore. Please, Bass, please. Just let me go.”
Her sobs wracked her body and it hurt to breath. When Bass wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her tightly, she cried into his muscular shoulder. “Please, let me go. I don't want to be here. Let me go. Just… let me go.”
“It's okay, Cunt,” he spoke as he stroked her hair, “it will be okay.”
“No, no, it won't be. It will never be.”
He kept petting her. “Yes, yes, it will.”
“No, no.”
“Cunt-”
“Boss,” interrupted Borias, “let me look at ya girl.”
Merrie peeked from Bass' shoulder and saw Borias standing a few steps below him. He wore a black shirt with matching trousers and boots. He held out his hands, arms open. She turned her gaze to Bass, then pushed away from the thriban. Her legs shook as she struggled to get to her feet, but she lost her balance.
Borias caught her and held her tight as he sank down to the step. His arms, not nearly as large as Bass, wrapped around her as she clutched to his body. “There, there, something be scary, right?”
Bass stood up and walked down the stairs. A few moments later, Sama and Licker crawled past, looking at her with curiosity. The fear was in both of their eyes, but it wasn't the sharp terror that Merrie felt. They should have been terrified as she was right then, but something prevented them from doing anything besides crawl past. The feeling of wrongness intensified.
Borias turned her head away. He spoke in a soft voice. “Hug me. Go on, like a woman, not a bitch.”
Merrie stared into his face for a moment, the fear rising. But, Borias wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close. He shifted so her legs straddled his hips. Desperate, Merrie wrapped her arms around Borias' neck and clung to him like a life raft.
“There you go. Does the pretty girl have a name?”
“M-Merrie.”
Borias smiled broadly. “Merrie?” At her nod, he said, “That's a pretty name. And for a very pretty girl. You be a good girl, aren't you? A good girl?”
There was the wave of pleasure, but it didn't get past her horror. She clutched tighter. “No, no, I'm not. I don't want to be a bitch anymore. I want to go home,” she wailed.
“You can't go home.”
Tears ran down her cheek. “Please, just let me go.”
He stroked her back as he held her. “Sorry, Merrie, you can't go home. This is your life now, and you were accepting it so well. What happened?”
“I,” she sobbed, “I don't want my arms cut off.”
“Oh,” he breathed, “that is what happened. You be thinking Sable?”
She nodded. She could feel the fear receding. She mentally clutched at it; it was the terror she was suppose to be feeling and it was fading too quickly. It was wrong to be accepting of her fate. “I-I don't want to be cropped.”
“It isn't so bad,” he murmured and he kissed her on the cheek. “Tabitha don't hurt you girls… maybe a little sting, but you won't be feeling pain. Does that sound bad?”
Clutching him tighter, she buried her face in his shoulder. “No. Yes.”
He stroked her back and kissed her shoulder. “You like the gloves? When you can't pick up anything? You like to be helpless, right? I saw that look in your eyes when you were on the beach.”
Merrie stared at her hand, at the glove that kept her fingers bent over. She could feel the thrill of being helpless in them, unable to pick up anything. It was part of the rush when Rendi first put them on. She shivered.
“That's a good girl.” She felt the pleasure growing inside her, eroding at the fear that burned inside her. “You be a good girl.”
“I don't want to be here anymore.” Her voice cracked.
“You be a good girl.”
Another wave of pleasure cracked her fear. She tensed as she felt it crumbling, fighting the power of her collar. Her body tensed as she closed her eyes tightly, but then there was a sucking sensation as all the fear and terror just faded away. It left an empty place in her heart, a place that she knew should have been filled with abject terror.
The tension in her body faded and she let out a sob.
“Oh, there it goes. You be a good girl. That not be so bad.” He stroked her back and she leaned her head against his neck.
“Bori,” Rendi spoke as she walked up the stairs. She had a large mug of beer in her hand, which she set down next to Borias. “What happened?”
Borias spoke in a low voice. “She had an emotional surge that broke through the conditioning spell.”
Rendi sat down next to them. “Is she okay?”
They were talking about her as if she wasn't there. Merrie felt a strange feeling in her stomach with the realization that she was becoming a bitch again. She clutched to Borias tightly, knowing that it would be only moments before she had to stop holding him like a woman. And that he would call her Happy Cunt instead of her real name.
“Good girl, good Merrie,” he whispered before addressing Rendi, “Yes. She's under the filter again, but you might want to check it out.”
Rendi slipped two fingers in Merrie's collar. Merrie tensed but Rendi only toyed with the collar. It grew hot for a moment, then cooled. A moment later, Rendi released it. “She cracked the high-pass but I reinforced it. I also added a soft bounce on the T4 and 7 resonances.”
“How about the five?”
“She hasn't touched it since we put the collar on. I think we're okay there.”
Merrie didn't know what they were saying. She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at Rendi and Borias as they discussed about technical details. She knew it was about her and her collar, but she couldn't make any sense of their words.
After a minute, Borias stopped talking to Rendi and turned back to Merrie. “Doing better? The fear gone?”
Merrie sniffed and nodded. “Y-Yes.”
“Good girl.”
This time, when the pleasure came, it filled the empty spot in her heart. It felt like a glass being filled, but instead of terror, it was a feeling of completeness that poured into her. It rose until it caught in her throat, then spread out across her skin.
“There we go. You be a good girl.”
The magic of the collar sent a fire in her body, prickling along her skin until the heat gathered at her nipples, lips, pussy. Her skin was flushed and slick and she let out a soft, shuddering sigh.
Rendi patted Borias on the head. “Good boy.”
He grinned. “Thanks, mother. But I ain't be no bitch.”
She patted him on the head again. “Why don't you spent a few minutes here and make sure the filters hold? I need to go back and start judging.”
“'k, mother.”
As Rendi headed down toward the great hall, Borias picked up the beer. “Want a sip, girl?”
Merrie nodded. She felt sweat trickling down her back. She turned so she could reach out with both gloved hands for the glass. She caught it, but he pulled it away.
“No, no,” he whispered, “Keep your hands down. Pretend you don't have them.”
Her body tensed. She could feel her legs squeezing his hips and her stomach clenching as she stared at the glass.
“You're a good girl, Merrie. It won't be bad. Just pretend for once. Pretend you lost those pretty hands and I have to give it to you. You like to be helpless, right? Then, be helpless for me. Be helpless, little Merrie.”
A tear rolled down her cheek, but the fear that consumed her was gone. It hurt to breath, but she dropped her hands to his chest. Her body was hot and fevered as she regarded the glass of dark beer in front of her. She could smell it, a rich smell of a farm brew.
Gulping, she tried to imagine she couldn't reach it. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth.
“Good girl.” The pleasure grew inside her and she cracked open her eyes. She watched as he brought the beer to her lips. She wanted to reach up and hold it, to prevent it from splashing her, but she couldn't. Instead, she let out a long, shuddering breath and rested her bottom lip to the glass.
The beer was stronger than she ever had, but it was cold. It felt good as it slid down her throat and pooled in her stomach. The sense of helplessness ignited the flames in her sex, contrasting with the coolness that filled her belly.
“That's it. You be a pretty little bitch.”
Merrie gasped and took another gulp. It filled her up and she enjoyed the burn of the alcohol as it began to spread out through her veins.
“You're going to be so pretty when we crop you. Pretty like Sable. I be jealousy that Bass got you. I'd spend me money to have a girl like you. Could have avoided Abbinkey if I had a girl like you.”
She finished the beer and leaned back, gasping softly for breath.
“There it is. Now, I'm going to give you a command and when I do, that nasty collar is going to shock you if you are going to speak. Ready?”
“N-No. I-I have…”
He smiled, his lip curling up. “Questions?”
“C-Can't you let me go? Why are you doing this? How… why aren't I scared? What happened?”
“Oh,” he rested a finger on her lip. “I answer one of them, but the others… well, not today. So, take a deep breath, Merrie, and get ready to be a pretty little girl for me, k?”
Merrie gulped.
“Now, Happy Cunt, quiet.” It was a command, she knew beyond a doubt that her collar would start to shock her again, if she dared speak.
Borias kissed her on the cheek. Then, he slipped his hands between her legs and lifted her up. Balancing on the stair, he turned around and helped her back on her hands and knees. “There we go. Can you make it to the landing? My ass be sore from sitting on the steps.”
Merrie nodded, then remembered her direction. She gave a little bark.
Borias brought her down to the landing between the third and second floor. He pointed to the ground. “Sit, Cunt.”
Merrie obeyed and he complimented her. The “good girl” sent a pulse of pleasure coursing through her and she gasped.
“Now, let me fix your hair and make you all pretty again.” He knelt down. “And I promised an answer.”
As he pulled one of her dog ears loose, he used his fingers to brush her hair. “Me mom and I are wizards. We also both specialize in alteration magic, mostly on bodies. And while we can't be charming ya or be doing enchantment, the body controls a lot what you feel. So, me mother made collars that… mute the fear and give you pleasure when you submit.”
He retied the ribbon as he continued. “Takes the edge off you girls. Less screaming and more fucking. We has to be careful, though, because too much and it breaks your mind… forever. So, we use the minimum possible. But, if we be using too little, then it hurts you when you get frightened all of a sudden. And you, pretty, good girl-”
Merrie shivered at the pleasure. Somehow knowing it was being used to force her to submit just added to the exhilarating sense of helplessness. The heat grew in her stomach, mixing in with the edge of beer in her system.
“-were doing so well, mother kept the spell light on you. None of us thought you'd break out. You are a natural submissive, you want to be a good girl. And you want Bass to fuck that cute little cunt of yours too.”
Merrie let out a moan as she remembered the hunger she had for Bass' cock, the desire to feel it pounding in her. Her sex grew moist and hot at the thought.
“Aye, the collar does that too. You'll find there is a lot of that here. The wagon you came in on, the collars, the leashes, your food and water bowls, even the pillows you sleep on. All of them have a bit of magic to make it easier for you to submit, to be a good girl, a good and pretty bitch. Before mother came here, a lot of girls got hurt. It isn't their fault,” he sighed, “they panic and get hurt. Without the collars, they be lashing out, running away and dying in the woods, or killing themselves.”
He finished her second dog ear and gave it a tug. His hands trailed along her cheek and he used his thumb to brush away the drying tears.
“Sable and Dixie are all part of this. Before them, it took Bass a lot longer to get you girls to accept your role. When he got Sable, and she was all bouncy and happy, the girls fought less. They got hurt less. And, they got fucked more. We haven't lost a girl or had an injury since,” he sighed, “since Sable came back. The more girls who accept their role, who are pretty little girls, the safer it is for everyone. Less resistance, more acceptance. That's why we keep a few girls back every year. The more examples of submission, the faster good girls like you be good bitches for us.”
Merrie felt the compliment as sparks of pleasure. Helpless against her collar, she felt her juices dripping off her pussy. It felt good, a thrill of submission, of being dominated by magic and man.
Borias reached down and cupped her breast. His fingers found her erect nipple and twisted it gently, one way, then the other. She felt the bumps of her aureole against his fingertips. With a smile, he whispered softly. “Beg, girl.”
Obeying, Merrie sat back on her ankles and brought her hands to her throat.
His hand never left her breast, hefting the weight and rolling it in his fingers. His other hand reached out and slid between her splayed legs. It found her slit, wet and slick. She moaned when he stroked her, rubbing against her clitoris and curling his fingers to slid into her pussy.
“Good girl. That's a good girl. Remember the pond, when Throat licked you?”
Merrie rocked her hips against his hand and let out a soft, gasping bark.
“That was you, not me. You showed her submission can be pleasurable and she be thanking you. I bet your Tits and Licker will do the same. Me girls have been emulating you since the pond. Well, you and Sable.”
He added a second, then a third finger to her pussy. His hand and shoulder rocked as he pumped inside her. She felt his thumb outside her labia, holding her still as he stroked through the slicked folds of her body. She knew an orgasm was coming, she was on the edge with his use of “good girl” and Merrie desperately wanted to feel a bit of real pleasure.
“So, Bass, won't be asking you, but do it for me? Show all those girls down there that you be a good girl.”
She almost came when the collar's magic hit her. A wet squelching noise fill the space between her and Borias. She let out a moan and rocked harder against his hand, trying to speed him up.
Borias kept the same, steady pace. It was maddening. “You do that? Don't be scared? Don't be afraid?”
Merrie was torn between the pleasure and the fear that wasn't there. She could only hold on the idea of being afraid, but it wasn't enough. She let out pleading bark.
“Aye, I let you be coming soon. But not with magic, k?”
At her bark, he grinned. “Good girl. Now, present.”
Merrie stumbled as she rolled over. Planting her hands on the stairs, she lifted her ass to him. She waited to hear his trousers opening. When she felt his mouth against her pussy, she gasped and surged forward. Her chest slammed into the stairs, crushing her breasts against the wood. She let out a squeak noise and pawed at the stairs.
His tongue snaked out, lapping at her pussy. It was already sensitive from the collar's magic, but the feeling of a trainer's tongue on her sex sent fresh waves of pristine pleasure coursing through her veins.
She spread her legs more and bit down on the stair, trying not to move as he lapped at her sex. His fingers caressed the back of her thighs and buttocks, teasing and touching with nails not inside gloves. He was strong and sure, no doubt used to giving head to many girls, and Merrie desperately wished she was his.
Merrie stared at her gloved hands. She tried to picture them gone. The heat inside her increased as she imagined being unable to stop Borias, unable to push him away. He could take her whenever she wanted and she would have to submit.
It sent the fire to her body. Tiny orgasms coursed through her body. Each one was bigger than the last, but she knew more were coming. She whimpered through her clenched teeth. Her body shook as the orgasms kept coming; or never stopped, she couldn't tell.
He lapped and sucked. His fingers stroked her pussy, four fingers sliding in and out with sharp deep strokes. He spread them out inside her, teasing her insides as his tongue worked against her clitoris. He brought another orgasm to sear through her senses before he pulled back.
Merrie slumped on the stairs, panting hard. Her teeth hurt from biting the stairs and her ears rang from the pleasure, but the last of her fear was gone completely. She only felt pleasure and excitement as he stood up. Turning around, she saw his cock tenting his trousers. Sitting on the stair, she reached for it with her mouth but he stopped her.
“Na, I can live with a bit of blue balls. Mother gets pissy when I fuck girls on the stairs. Or in the house. Hell, anywhere but my room and outside. Plus, Bass be saying that tonight is for the show.” He winked, “And good fucking is a reward for being a good bitch. And are you a good girl?”
She barked. Then had a tiny orgasm when he complimented her.
“And,” he squatted in front of her, “you think you can be giving a good show for the others?”
She barked again, feeling a bit more confident.
“Now, I be asking something serious.” He brushed his finger through her dog ear. “I can promise you something. None of these girls are gonna be free. Bass have been doing this for twenty years and no girl ever made it to freedom. But, a lot of girls got hurt if they fight too much. The more they fight, the more they got hurt, k? The more they submit, the happier they'll be.”
Merrie breathed deeply and her breasts heaved as she realized when he was asking her.
"So, little Merrie, I need you to be like Sable and Dixie. You need to help get these girls to accept what is gonna happen. You need to lead them by example. If you follow, if you be submitting, so will they. If you be getting orgasms on Bass' cock, they will to."
She gave a hesitant smile.
Bass stroked her face again. “You are so pretty, Merrie. Oops, better be calling you Happy Cunt again. I never be having an alpha like you, but I'd be honored if I can help you be what you'll become. Can you do that? Teach these girls to be good bitches?”
Merrie struggled with her thoughts. Borias was asking her to side with her abductors, to make it easier for them to do what they did. As she thought, she thought about how she comforted Sama, Licker, Throat, and Diver. She was already acting like Sable, because she wanted to be Sable. She wanted to be the cheerful bitch on the stairs, watching others surrendering. The memory of Sable kneeling between Bass' legs and watching Sama getting fucked sent a thrill of excitement through Merrie. She already knew the answer, and the gods will hate her for it.
She let out a long breath as she thought about being amputated, being utterly helpless for the rest of her life. It added to her pleasure, as much as knowing that it was the collar that prevented the fear. She was a slave to the collar, a slave to Borias and Bass, a slave to her own nature.
She nodded sharply twice before she barked.
Borias smiled and leaned into her, lowering his mouth until his breath tickled her ear. “Then, I want you to come for me… Merrie. Like the very good girl you are.”
She shuddered at the pleasure that filled her, but she couldn't reach an orgasm from magic alone. She spread her legs further part and brought her wrists back to her throat. She barked with pleading eyes.
“Aye, that's a good girl. I be taking care of you.”
He reached down to finger her again.