Borias held her collar as she crawled through the door to the great hall. On the other side, the brightly lit room was filled with people, both crawling and standing.
In her position, it was easier to look at the people on the ground. Sable drew her attention first. The naked, bounding dog girl was hopping and barking. She looked happy, genuinely happy, as she rubbed up against Bass' legs and then rocketed across the room to land on a bitch that Merrie didn't recognize.
The new girl struggled to get out from underneath Sable, but couldn't as Sable carefully positioned her ass right on her face. With a sloppy smile on her lips, Sable ground her pussy and ass into the trapped girl's face. From around the table, another bitch crawled out, sneaking toward Sable. Merrie remembered the girl from the night before, Pillow Tits. Tits took a running leap and slammed into Sable. There was a tangle of naked limbs and bare breasts as they rolled.
Sable flipped Tits over. She licked Tits on the face, then flopped down on Tits' chest. Sable's own breasts ground into Tits' as Sable panted happily. She looked at the new girls that were cowering against the wall and gestured for the nearest ones with her chin.
None of the new girls left the wall. Merrie could see Licker and Sama near the table, watching the room with wide eyes. Sama's gaze was curious while Licker's was fearful. Their naked bodies pressed against each other for comfort.
The only new bitch moving was Male Seven. The male crawled on the other side of the table, weaving through the legs of the trainers, as Dixie stalked after him. From Merrie's vantage point, she could see that the tiny silfae's cock was hard as he strolled after Seven with a broad smile on his face.
Merrie turned her attention back to Sable. She was playing with five other bitches, but Merrie could tell there was a different in their games. Sable was carefree and happy, bounding and yipping as she grabbed another girl and sat on her face. The others were happy and playing, but there wasn't the same enthusiasm as they wrestled with Sable and each other.
The trainers stood near the table. Bass spoke with Grange at one corner and everyone else was on the opposite side of the room. Tabitha had a sandy-haired man pinned in the corner, her hands on each side of him as she spoke in terms. He looked happy and nervous at the same time. Rendi spoke with two other men, one fat and the other thin. The fat man wore a stained apron and had an oven mitt hanging from his belt. The other was dressed neater, much like Borias, and held a large mug of beer in his hand.
She saw Piffin in the corner, sitting in a chair and reading a book. He was in his own little world, completely oblivious to everyone else and ignored by everyone.
Sable landed in front of her with a bark. Merrie jumped back, but Sable was content to lowering herself into a present position, but with her ass aimed away from Merrie. The brown eyes twinkled as Sable wiggled her ass and smacked her limbs against the ground. To Merrie, she was nothing but a bitch begging to play.
Merrie glanced up at Borias, but the trainer was headed straight for a keg of beer at the end of the table. She focused her gaze back at Sable who bounced and wiggled her ass again. She glanced at the new bitches and noticed at least half of them were watching her now. It was obvious they were waiting for Merrie to do something. Borias' words drifted through her mind: if she submitted, so would they.
She turned back to Sable and lowered her chest to the ground. Her ass rose as she dropped into the present position, but wiggled her ass and smiled broadly.
Sable's tail snapped back and forth as her nipples trailed along the ground. Then Sable surged forward. Merrie lifted her body as they hit, breasts smacking against each other. Sable's amputated limbs pushed back on Merrie. Merrie wrapped her arms around Sable's waist, trying to pull her playful opponent to the ground. They rolled over but despite her efforts, Merrie was only half over Sable's wiggling body.
Panting, Sable wiggled free, her moist pussy rubbing against Merrie's thigh. She bounced free, spun around, and jumped on top of Merrie.
They wrestled for a few moments. When Sable barked to announce her attack, Merrie found herself doing the same. Their games brought them across the room. When they came close to the table, Sable reversed direction and guided them back to the center.
Merrie could feel eyes watching her, both bitch and trainer. The excitement of wrestling, of their slick bodies rubbing against each other, and being the center of attention increased a slick heat in her body. She was panting, both from the strain of playing with Sable, but also the growing realization her naked body was on display for everyone.
After a spirited spin, Merrie planted her head against Sable's breast and jerked up. The hard nipple brushed her lips as Sable flipped over and landed on her back. Exhilarated at getting Sable on the ground, Merrie flopped over Sable's wiggling form and crawled on top of her. Underneath, Sable panted deeply, her sweat-slicked body heaving up against Merrie's flesh. Hard nipples ground against Merrie's breast as Sable stared into Merrie's eyes.
Sable licked the air. Merrie froze, unsure why she did it, but Sable did it again. A broad smile crossed her lips as the brown-eyed bitch flicked her gaze toward the new girls, then down to Merrie's heaving breasts.
A frown crossed Merrie's face as she tried to understand what Sable wanted. Underneath her, Sable wiggled and pulled Merrie up. She mimed the action again, taking a long deliberate lick of the air, as if she was licking a pussy.
Merrie gaped with realization. When Sable nodded and licked the air again, Merrie felt a tingle in her pussy. Feeling moisture already gathering, she crawled on Sable's body. The trapped bitch's breast slid underneath her thigh as she straddled Sable's face.
Sable lifted her head as Merrie sank down. The tongue slid along the entire length of her pussy and flicked at her clitoris.
With a gasp, Merrie dropped down further, plastering her wet hole against Sable's mouth and grinding into the lapping tongue. She was worried she would smother Sable with her sex, but the girl lapped harder. Merrie moaned and clutched Sable's head, rocking back and forth as the tongue attacked her body. Her gloved hands added to the excitement; Merrie couldn't hold Sable to her pussy, but she could use her weight to keep the tongue right where she wanted it. The excitement continued to rise, not only from the trapped Sable between her legs, but at the licking she was getting. Merrie leaned back, eyes half closed, and rocked harder against Sable's mouth.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Sama making a hesitant step out from the wall. Licker had a desperate look on her face as Sama abandoned her, but Sama continued out from the wall.
An orgasm coursed up through Merrie's body. As soon as it passed, Sable's struggles resumed. Merrie let Sable push her off.
Sable bounded back to her elbows and knees, her face glistening with Merrie's juices. She hopped up and down and let out a bark. Her eyes twinkled as she peered over Merrie's shoulder. Merrie knew that Sable saw Sama sneaking out to the main floor. When Sable looked at Merrie with a silent question, Merrie gestured for Sable toward Sama.
With a bark and a bounce, Sable charged Sama. Sama's eyes grew wide with shock. She tried to back toward the wall, but Sable caught her. There was a flash of naked limbs, breasts, and pussy as they tumbled across the room. Merrie watched as they wrestled. Moments later, Sable was on her back, staring up at Sama who gasped for breath.
Then, just like before, Sable mimed a licking action. Merrie smiled as she saw Sama trying to understand, then the slow realization as Sama figured out that she had the upper hand. Merrie felt a sympathetic tingle in her body as Sama crawled up to Sable's face, pressing her pussy against the no-doubt expert tongue.
Merrie turned her attention to the other new girls. She saw that Throat and Diver were both watching with fascination, their breasts heaving with excitement as they ground into each other. Merrie stalked toward them, moving low to the ground. Both girls turned toward her as she came to a halt in front of them.
With a bark, Merrie duplicated Sable's actions. She dropped herself into a play position and wiggled her ass. She gave a cheerful bark to draw them from the wall. Both girls looked at each other, then at Merrie. Slowly, Merrie gave the air a lick, just as if she was eating out of their pussies.
Diver's and Throat's cheeks grew rosy as they considered her actions. Then, as one, they stepped away from the wall. Merrie bounced on her knees and drew them toward the center of the room before she attacked. Her sweat-slicked body rushed for Diver and she wrapped her arms around her. She could feel her nipples aching to be touched as they scraped along the cool skin. Diver tensed, but Throat grabbed at Merrie, wrapping her leather-wrapped arms around Merrie and pulling her off. Merrie squirmed and wiggled, twisting out. As she managed to escape, Diver caught her and pinned her to the ground.
Their eyes met and she saw a smile forming. Throat's hips hovered above her and Merrie gave a little shake of her head before surging forward. She managed to flip Diver away and squirmed out from underneath Throat. Spinning on her knees, and feeling the rush of playing, she wrapped her arms around Throat's back and ground her breasts into the flesh.
Throat wiggled violently, her body bucking against Merrie's. Diver caught Merrie from behind, her hips bumping against Merrie's tail. As Throat leaned forward, it pushed Merrie's ass harder against Diver who used her hips to drive the tail dildo deeper into Merrie's ass.
A moan escaped Merrie's body and she clutched Throat tighter. She could feel the gloves rubbing against the heaving chest. Merrie tried to squirm out from underneath the thrusting hips, but Diver easily rocked her hips harder against the dildo, driving it deep with short, frantic strokes.
Merrie felt the sensations tearing through her. Her hands relaxed around Throat as she pushed back into the thrusting hips. She could feel Diver's wet flesh smacking against her buttocks and the thick dildo probing her insides.
Throat took advantage of her slack arms and twisted out from underneath Merrie. Merrie tumble to the side. She and Diver let out tiny shrieks as they hit the ground and rolled in a tangle of limbs. Merrie tried to extricate herself, but Throat was upon her, straddling Merrie's face.
Merrie breathed in the sweet and tangy scenes of Throat's pussy before it was jammed against her face. She couldn't breath, except for tiny slips of air as Throat rocked back and forth. The slick folds soaked her face. Merrie decided to take advantage of it and began to lick frantically at the pussy grinding into her.
The air grew moist and sticky until she found Throat's opening. Her tongue ached as she lapped and sucked at it, drinking her juices as much as licking. She held her breath as she struggled.
Then, she felt a tongue at her pussy. It was hot and slick. Merrie willingly spread her legs and limbs pinned her down. The tongue found her clitoris and lapped at it. Moaning, she reciprocated into the pussy at her mouth, licking with all her might as she gave a token effort to escape the assaulting tongue against her own sex.
Throat came on her face, flooding Merrie's mouth with hot, sticky liquid. Merrie trembled at the sensation of drowning in pussy juices and she gulped it down as fast as it was spread across her face. She felt her own body threatening to orgasm again, but after so many in a short period of time, it was taking its sweet time. She moaned and lapped.
After an eternity, Throat lifted her body and Merrie gasped at the cool air flooding into her lungs. She blinked through sticky eyelashes as the wet pussy pulled away. She lifted herself up, but then another cunt was pressed down at her. She had time to realize it was Diver's before she was pinned to the floor again.
Submission never felt so good. Merrie licked at the fresh pussy, lapping and sucking as she did before. It wasn't long before Diver was rocking back and forth, adding her juices to the ones already plastered against her face.
The tongue at Merrie's pussy pulled away and her legs were spread even further. Merrie arched her back, then jumped as a mouth attached itself to her left tit. She gasped into Diver's cunt and lapped harder.
Two heads worked their way between her legs and Merrie let out a scream as she felt two tongue attach her pussy and clitoris. Her hips ached from being spread apart so far, but having two mouths against her sex sent incredible bolts of ecstasy crashing into her. She pawed at the ground, unable to touch or reach anything with her useless fingers.
Then, the idea of being amputated came back. She didn't need her hands, not with so much happening to her. She let her limbs relaxed and lapped at the one thing she could control, the pussy smothering her. She attacked it as an orgasm consumed her thoughts, driven by the mouths at her nipple and clitoris and lips. She screamed into Diver's cunt, barely aware that Diver was coming on her face.
Diver slipped off but no fresh pussy was pressed to her mouth. Blinking past the juices that covered her face, Merrie looked down to see Twenty-Seven suckling her breast. Below, a pair of twin girls she didn't know were pushing themselves to their hands and knees between her legs. They were blonde, with opposing red streaks in their hair. The twins smiled at her, a hesitant and hopeful smile.
“Okay,” Bass announced, “finish fucking and it's time to get the show started.”
Merrie's jaw ached but she felt sad that she couldn't please the twins. She trembled as she crawled to her hands and knees. The two twin bitches crawled toward the sandy-haired man; Merrie recalled that there was another trainer named Thorn.
Bass gestured for Merrie and his bitches. There was a smile on his lips and a tent in his pants.
Merrie crawled over and sat down, pulling herself into a begging position.
He stroked her face. “Oh, you need to get cleaned up, Cunt. You ruined your hair… again.”
Merrie blushed and beamed happily. She waited until Bass brought over a washrag and used it to clean up her face, throat, and breasts. She moaned at his touch, surrendering to his command. It only took a few minutes for him to finish, then redo her dog ears that managed to get undone with her wrestling.
To Merrie's surprise, Licker also needed her dog ears redone and Sama was missing a tail. Sable brought it back in her mouth and dropped it on the ground. Both she and Merrie watched with fascination as Bass worked it back into Sama's ass, pushing and twisting until it slid in with a wet popping noise. All three of them jerked when it finally seated into place and Merrie felt a tingle down her spine.
“Okay,” Bass called out after he finished. “Let's get these bitches lined up. Sable, here. Dixie-”
He gave positions for everyone, forming a line of eight in front and two lines of seven behind it. Merrie was the only one in the front line. After a few moments of looking at them, he shook his head and re-arranged them into four lines of five bitches with Sable and Dixie forming a fifth in front. Their formation almost filled the entire room.
“Boss, that be a lot of bitches,” laughed Borias.
“Yeah,” grumbled Bass, “but I think that will work. All right, be quiet!”
As the room quieted down, Bass stood in front of the line. Merrie was in the third row center, with one of the twins on her right and Snuff Bait on the left.
Bait looked in worse shape of all of them, with scuffed boots and gloves and one dog ear coming out of the loop. She had bruises on her face and back and scratches along her breasts, flanks, and legs. Merrie felt a pang of sorrow as she inspected Bait and she wanted to reach out and comfort her. After a second, she decided it was the right thing and stepped out of place to kiss Bait on the shoulder, then face.
“Cunt!”
Merrie's head snapped up and she looked guiltily at the front of the formation. Bass had a strange look on his face, amused and annoyed at the same time. Whimpering, she returned back to her place, but she saw Bait looking at her gratefully.
Feeling proud of herself, Merrie sat on her ankles and regarded Bass. The other trainers were standing behind him, watching all the gathered bitches with interest. Borias gave Merrie a wink.
Bass cleared his throat as he held his arms behind his back. He looked over the bitches before he spoke. “Welcome to the Paladin Puppy Mill. My name is Bass Sarmo and I own the mill and the lands in all directions. You probably don't care about the particulars, but you are here for one reason: to become sex slaves.”
A ripple ran through the sitting bitches. Merrie felt her stomach clench, but the collar's magic wore away at the rising fear before it could intrude her thoughts. She shivered at the feeling, the knowledge that her mind was being controlled added to the intensity she felt as it faded away.
“If you are looking for a way out, there isn't. We are a hundred kilometers from the nearest town and a twenty minute ride from the nearest farm. And Tabitha,” he gestured to the short-haired woman who gave the bitches a cruel smile, “takes great pride in ensuring that no one escaping will ever make it. In twenty years since I started, no one has but many have tried.”
He stepped forward and patted Sable on the head. She rubbed her head against his hand and thigh, her tail wagging as she lifted her body slightly.
“In the next six weeks-”
“Fifty-six days,” added Piffin from the back.
Bass rolled his eyes, “Okay, four days shy of six weeks, will be Blood County Fair. There, you will be sold to the highest bidder along with the other ponies, cows, and all the other slaves that this county produces.”
There was another ripple of noise. Merrie felt tears starting to form in her eyes, but she just shifted in place and tried not to think about it.
“There is,” Bass' voice turned like steel, “no way of avoiding this. We only keep back a few girls every year and you will,” he emphasized the word, “be sold as slaves. I take great pride that you will be the best trained bitches when that day comes. We have a lot of grand champions,” he patted Sable again, then pointed to the blue ribbons along the wall, “that came from the mill and I'm hoping at least a few of you,” his eyes focused on Merrie, “will have their pictures hanging up to keep us company.”
She ducked her head, blushing. When she looked up, he was looking at the others. She felt relief and sadness as he looked at the other girls.
“If you are going to hate someone, hate me. Despise me. Curse me to the deepest levels of hell. But, realize this,” he paused, “you can't avoid your fate. No one is going to save you, no knight is going to crash down the front door and rescue you. You are slaves and you will be for the rest of your life.”
He grabbed a beer from a chair and drank half of it. When he set it down, he said, “It isn't so bad. Actually, all of you will come to love it. You won't ever have to worry about working anymore. You will always have a roof over your head, a warm bed to sleep in, and all the food you'll need. Some of you will be bred to have puppies while others will just be pleasure slaves in the richest areas of the country. You will never have to worry about dating, divorces, or being sick. For the rest of your lives, someone will treat you like their most precious possession and you will be queens,” he smiled to Male Seven, “and kings.”
“Now,” Bass chuckled, “you've already had a taste of your new lives. In the last day, most of you have had your holes fucked, bodies bound, and tossed into a world of submission. Someone,” he grinned at Rendi, “shoved a dildo up your ass and put a collar around your neck. This will be your lives here because we are getting you ready for your new masters. In the coming six… fifty-six days, you'll experience almost every sexual perversion we can think of. You'll be taught how to obey commands and act like a dog. By the time the fair comes, you'll be all beautiful, lovely, and obedient bitches.”
Merrie thought about being sold, wondering what it would be like, and what a new master would be like. She hoped he would be like Bass, tender and compassionate. She squirmed on her ankles and took a deep breath.
Bass finished his beer before he spoke again. “I know most of you are very scared right now. I bet your stomachs feel sour and there is a cold trickle down your spines. This is normal and it will past quickly.” He smiled and dragged his chair over to sit down on it, “You are all good bitches-”
As one, all the bitches in the room trembled as their collars sent a pulse of pleasure. Even Sable and Dixie, who didn't have collars, shook. The scent of excitement, pussy and cock, rose up and drifted through the room. Merrie breathed it in and let out a long, wistful sigh.
“Every Thireday, we have a dog show. Just a chance for you to strut your stuff and have a night where you don't have to worry about being fucked for a few hours. Except for some of the trainers,” he pointedly looked at Thorn and Borias who both grinned, “you won't be sucking cock or being fucked. Instead, you get to show off your ability to obey commands and look pretty for us.”
Rendi stepped forward and pulled off her bracelet. “There are prizes for the winners. The best of the night wins a gold charm.” She plucked off a golden charm from her bracelet and dangled it from her fingertips. “This lovely one transforms you overnight, giving you proper ears and a tail. It is painless and you spend the entire night lost in orgasm.”
Merrie shivered at the thought.
“For second place, we have silver charms for your collars.” She replaced the gold charm and pulled off a silver one. “These aren't quite as powerful as the golds, but each one still has potent magic. This lovely charm,” she dangled it, “stops your need to breathe. That means you can take long, hard cocks into your throat for days at a time and never worry about losing consciousness.”
“This one is for Bori's bitches.” She pulled off a copper charm and scanned the sitting girls until she focused on Throat, Diver, and Holes, “since it lets you decide what you can taste and smell. If you win the copper, you'll get it regardless of what Bori says.”
Borias chuckled and dug his hands into his pockets. “I be what I be, mother.” He turned to look at his girl, “Actually, girls, you win any charm and I be giving you that one. Mother lets me trade a silver for two copper and three for a gold. Wouldn't want to piss off me mother.”
“Boys,” she muttered as she rolled her eyes. “There are three judges. Me, Hilfe,” she pointed to the fat man with the apron, “and Garcon, our handyman. We don't train anyone, so we are unbiased judges.”
Grange snorted angrily from the side of the room. Next to her, Snuff Bait flinched and Merrie felt an anger rising toward the brutal trainer.
Rendi glared at him, then turned to Bass. “Your show, Bass.”
Bass chuckled and stood up. “We're a pretty kind group here. We don't make money on broken bitches, so it is in our best interest to take care of you.”
No one looked at Grange, but Merrie could feel his presence like an angry flame.
“I will switch you around, find you different masters after the end of the show. Normally, we don't move anyone around the first week, but Bori has agreed to take on one of Thorn's bitches to let Thorn focus on the twins.”
Thorn looked sad, but Bori patted him on the shoulder. “Don't be worrying, bro, having twins is everyone's wet dream. Enjoy them cunts while you can.”
“Time for the show,” announced Bass. “There are two parts. One is the beauty part. This is where you all look pretty and our judges decide who gets the most points. After that, we'll run you through some commands and see who can obey commands the best. Since this is the first week with the new girls, the alphas and the older girls will participate but not get any points. That way, you are competing against bitches who have only been here a day.”
As he talked, Rendi and the two other men started down the line. Merrie watched them, feeling a thrill of anticipation as they started toward her. They started with Female Twenty-Seven. Rendi stroked the girl's hair as Garcon reached between her legs to feel her pussy. Hilfe was behind her and used his hand to test Twenty-Seven's dildo. The girl squirmed under their attention as they poked, prodded, and fingered her.
They moved to Snuff Bait. Rendi looked sad as she ran her fingers over Bait's scuffed gloves. Merrie heard her speak under her breath, “Damn Grange, this is part of the show. Bastard has no beauty in his heart.”
Hilfe answered her, also under his breath, “And he bitches about never getting more shares.”
They finished with Bait and moved to Merrie. She felt her heart pounding strongly as the three judges circled around her. She pulled herself into a begging position, holding her wrists by her throat and spreading her legs far apart. Hilfe's fingers slid up from behind, tracing along the line of her slit before he grabbed the base of her tail. He tugged at it and she arched her back, just as Garcon grabbed her breast and kneaded it.
“Good texture,” he said.
Rendi toyed with Merrie's dog ear and took a deep breath. “Crystalline Rose? I didn't think Bass would use that for anyone. It smells nice. Very nice.”
“It's a thousand marks a spray. So, that is what rich smells like,” chuckled Garcon.
“Good texture with her hair, and the ribbons are a nice touch. I say ninety points.”
Merrie was being treated like an animal and she couldn't help feel pleasure growing inside her. They were touching and poking her, teasing every part of her body. Garcon used his fingers against her clitoris while Hilfe fingered her asshole. Merrie knew she had to hold still, but it was difficult with the hands touching every part, teasing to the point she almost begged for relief.
“Likewise,” said Hilfe from behind. He trailed his fingers up her spine. “ninety points.”
Garcon reached up to hold Merrie's head with both hands. He looked at her face, probing with his gaze, before he admired Merrie from head to toe. “A hundred points, she is on par with Sable.”
Rendi leaned forward and whispered into Merrie's ear. “Good girl.”
As Merrie gasped from the pleasure of the collar and Garcon's compliments, the three judges moved on.
Since she was at the beginning of the beauty section, Merrie had to wait for Rendi and the others to finish judging. Time ticked away and she had to sit there. She didn't want to move until Sable and Dixie did, but neither of the alphas twitched from their place, so Merrie did the same.
Bass suddenly called out. “Horny Holes, back in place.”
Merrie jumped at the harsh voice, then focused on not moving. She was right about not shifting from her spoke. She let out a soft breath, feeling the strain to keep her back arched and her breasts thrust forward. She loved the feeling of eyes staring at her, the trainers looking at her and the rest of the bitches with lust. It gave her a thrill that gathered in her sex, a heat that kept her flush as the time continued its sluggish pace.
Finally, Rendi came around. “We're done.”
Bass drained his latest beer and set it down. He gestured for all the trainers to come up. Even Piffin stirred from his chair, carefully setting down his book before he walked over. They arranged themselves in a line in front of all the bitches. The only one missing was Tabitha, who wasn't even in the room.
“Okay, this is the commands and final part. One of us,” he gestured to the trainers, “will give a command. All you have to do is obey it just like we've taught you. Rendi, Hilfe, and Garcon will score you based on how well you do. I will start with… beg.”
Merrie was already begging, but she realized she wasn't quite perfect. Somehow, she knew that Piffin would be more critical and she adjusted until she saw Piffin's eyes focus on her with a look of surprise. She smiled and held it, shaking from the effort, until the other bitches got into a begging position.
“Good girls.”
All twenty-two bitches shivered with pleasure.
Borias spoke up. “Present.”
Sable and Dixie were already presenting themselves, their asses aimed directly to Borias. Merrie didn't even see them move, but the older bitches were moving. Moving as fast as she could, Merrie spun around and dropped to present herself. She knew that her pussy was aimed directly toward Borias and the thought of him staring at twenty pussies sent a thrill through her.
Borias' voice called out. “Good girls.”
As she shivered from the pleasure that rolled through the girls, Thorn barked out a command. “Roll over.”
It was another command she was familiar with. By the time she turned around, Sable and Dixie were already in position. Merrie tried to move faster. The compliment came followed by another command. Then another. Each of the trainers had a chance, but then they random called out.
The pace increased, but no matter how fast Merrie moved, Sable and Dixie were in position before the trainers finished speaking. She felt despair, wondering if she could ever keep up, but she struggled to obey as fast as she could. Each time, the wave of pleasure came harder and faster. She felt herself anticipating the ecstasy that rolled from her collar, knowing it was a drug that pushed her to move faster.
Her world was reduced down to the trainers and herself. She flipped and sat and begged as fast as she could. The commands blurred into the next one. After each one, the “good girls” rocked through her body. She didn't know when the orgasm started, but she knew it was tearing through her as she struggled to stay begging in the long, frustrating seconds as Piffin inspected the results of his command. Finally, he muttered, “good girls,” and Borias snapped out his command.
She couldn't breathe as she presented herself. The ground was hot, the air hotter. Her body felt slick and her pussy slicker. Heat boiled insider her and she felt it gathering at her ass, pussy, and nipples. She gulped to breath in the air, whimpering as she prayed that there wouldn't be any more command.
Bass' voice called out. “Beg.”
Still whimpering, Merrie sat in a begging position. Sable and Dixie, as always, were already in position. Sable looked as fresh as she started, her tail wagging back and forth. Dixie was the same but the tiny silfae wasn't even panting hard. Everyone in front of her, the older girls, were struggling for breath just like Merrie. She watched as a river of sweat trickled down Pillow Tits' back. It ran along the curve of her ass, around the tail until it dripped off her pussy to the slick puddle on the ground.
“Good girls.”
Moaning, Merrie held the position as she waited for the next command, but silence filled the hall. She listened to the gasps for breath surrounding her, relieved that she wasn't the only one struggling, but desperate to know how well she fared. But, no matter how good she was, she knew she didn't compare to Sable or Dixie.
She promised, between one heaving gasp and another, that she would be Sable's equal. She didn't know how, but Sable was her role-model, just like Borias said she would be.
Bass smiled comfortingly. Merrie saw that he was hard in his pants. Her eyes trailed to the other trainers who were backing away. All of them looked excited, with cocks tenting their pants. Even Rendi, the only female she saw, looked flushed as she sat down on a chair.
“One last command,” Bass' words drew her attention to him, “and we are done. This is a simple one.” He gestured with his hand and Sable, Dixie, and the older bitches crawled away, leaving all the new bitches in place. Merrie was suddenly in the front row. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but more excited that she could imagine. She gasped and held herself still.
Bass' eyes focused on her for a moment, then he spoke to all fifteen of the new bitches. “Stay.”
He held his hand, palm toward them, and repeated himself. “Stay. It is just what you think it means, but there is more to that. I need you to trust me. No matter what happened, don't move no matter-”
Something rose up behind the trainers and Merrie stopped listening to Bass' words. Her chin rose as she realized it was a gigantic creature standing up behind them. Eyes, each one larger than her head, blinked and glistened in the light. A furry muzzle, larger than Bass, reached out past Borias who didn't notice the shadow crossing over his body. Merrie felt her stomach clench into a painful knot as she saw the creature stand up fully. It was a dog or a wolf, but larger than anything Merrie had ever seen. It towered over the trainers as a low, deep growl shook the air.
Sweat and fear prickled her skin as the creature took a step over Thorn, but the trainer didn't even look up. Merrie realized that she saw the creature before. It was just like the terrible beast she imagined when she first saw Dixie. She knew it wasn't Dixie, the silfae was sitting on the sideline with an evil grin on his face, but it was the same creature.
“… no matter what happens, we will take care of you. You may be beaten or have to eat…”
A primal fear inside her and she felt it scraping against the magic of the collar. But, it didn't push her back and the fear clutched her heart as the wolf creature took another step. Her eyes widened painfully as she watched as the creature stepped over Bass as he spoke. Its furry belly scraped over his head, but he simply leaned to the side as it passed. Merrie knew that it was a test to see if she could obey, but she found it harder to remain sitting with every passing heartbeat.
A moment later, the creature's cock sheath rubbed against the thriban's ear. It was huge, larger than Merrie, and she felt every part of her body screaming out to run, to flee. Her asshole clenched so tight, she thought the dildo would snap. To her shame, Merrie felt her bladder release and the hot spray of urine coated the floor.
The giant wolf took another step and lowered its head down to Merrie. The hot, fetid breath blew past her and Merrie let out a whine as she fought the primal desperation to run away. When the wolf opened its mouth, it let out a deep growl that crushed the air around Merrie. Drool dripped from its fangs and splashed down on her face. It burned like cum as it oozed down her front and between her breasts.
“… but I promise this, we will never hurt you…”
Merrie's face hurt as she let out a whimper. She desperately needed to run away, to jump to her feet and flee screaming. The small part of her mind, the one that desperately wanted to feel the collar once more, told her to stay. Even when a mouth large enough to bite her in half reached over her head and poised to clamp down and crush her body into a bloody smear. She whined shrilly, sobbing with the effort to obey.
With a start, the wolf disappeared in a blur of magic. It melted into the slender form of Tabitha. The Sivlir silfae was naked, with small breasts and her thick patch of pubic hair with matching hair under her arms. In a small part of her mind, she knew that most silfae didn't have much body hair at all but she never saw one naked before.
Tabitha threw herself at Merrie. Merrie flinched, but Tabitha just wrapped her arms around Merrie and picked her off the ground. With a squeal, she jumped up and down. “You're so cute!”
Confused, Merrie couldn't figure out how to move as the silfae swung her around with surprising strength. With another squeal, Tabitha gave Merrie a passionate kiss on the lips before swinging her around again. Merrie could smell the musk of a dog around Tabitha as she was spun in circles.
“I just want to eat you up!” She looked down at her dripping foot. “And you peed too! You are,” she kissed Merrie, “so,” another kiss, “cute!”
Tabitha held her out to Bass, holding her off the ground at arms length despite her slender frame. “Can I crop her first? Please?”
Merrie looked around in shock. The trainers were applauding her. She peered back past Tabitha to the rest of the bitches, but none of them were in place. Instead, every single one was under the table or behind it, cowering with fright. Wide eyes stared at Tabitha and Merrie.
Bass stepped forward. “No, Tabitha, you can't. Borias?”
“Got it, boss.” Borias came up to mop the ground underneath Merrie. He took a rag and cleaned off her legs, feet, and thighs. He ran his fingers along her slit, then gave Merrie a good few strokes before he chuckled. He tossed the rag into the corner.
Tabitha set her down roughly. She leaned into Merrie. “You're a good bitch, and don't you forget it. When you come to me for cropping, I bet you are going to make me proud.” She gave her another kiss before skipping away.
The whispered words held a hint of violence and terror, but the magic of Merrie's collar held and she could only whimper with anticipation.
Bass gestured to the ground. “Bitches, back in line.”
As soon as all the bitches, including the alphas and older ones, settled into place, Bass stood in front of them. “That last bit was a lesson, and one that I don't enjoy giving. That scared you, did it you?”
Merrie and the alphas let out a bark. A moment later, the rest joined in with a chorus of barks and yips.
“Did Tabitha scare you?”
All of them barked almost in chorus.
“That is her job. Tabitha isn't a trainer. She is a guard and one of my best friends. She is also a forest witch, one who can shape-change to hunt down anyone who tries to run away.”
Merrie shivered at the thought of being hunted down by the giant dog. Her mind focused on the large sheath she saw. Inside, no doubt, was a cock that would kill her, but the tiny, perverted part of her wanted to see it. Wanted to know if was like watching Bass' cock penetrate Licker's ass. Huge, unstoppable, and brutal.
Bass grunted. “She is also here to protect us. She has another job, as all of you will find out, but for tonight, there is only one lesson. We, the trainers and I, will take care of you. There is nothing for you to fear, nothing to be scared of. And, you need to trust us. We may rough you up, feed you some of the most horrid things in the land,” he gestured to a grinning Borias who waved, “or insist on absolute perfection,” his hand pointed to Piffin, “but everything we do is for you. Any of us will die before we let you come to harm,” his eyes flickered to the right where Grange leaned against the wall, “serious harm, that is.”
“So,” he clapped his hands, “you were all very good girls and deserve a few rewards.”
Merrie tensed as the pleasure coursed through her, rekindling the heat that died down with Tabitha's demonstration. She wiggled in place and settled back down on her ankles.
He turned to Rendi who stepped forward. The older woman smiled brightly as she regarded them. “Now, all of you obeyed commands so well, but we can't quite give out charms to everyone. But, after some discussions, I've decided to increase the number of charms tonight to one gold, three silver, and six copper.”
Merrie knew that it was Bass decided to increase it and wondered why Rendi was the one making the announcement. She glanced over to Grange, who was scowling at Useless Cunt, then to Thorn who lustfully rubbed his crotch as his eyes fixed on his twin bitches.
Hilfe came around with a pad of paper and a flat tray filled with copper charms.
Rendi picked up the pad and said, “We'll start with the coppers. They go to Female Twenty-Eight, Fuckhole, Silly Tits, Horny Holes, Pillow Chest, and Anal Cookie.”
There was an applause from all the trainers. Sable and Dixie and the older bitches all barked with them.
Rendi waited for the noise to die down before she continued. “Your trainers will come and pick out the medals. Except for Holes who gets this one,” she handed a charm directly to Borias.
Borias leaned over and kissed Rendi. “Thanks, mother.”
The trainers came up and picked out their charms. Merrie watched Bass go last, running his fingers down the tray before he delicately picked up one from a lower tray. “Thank you, Rendi.”
She gestured to Garcon who brought a small, carved tray of rosewood. She handed the coppers and removed the lid for the silver charms.
“And these lovelies go to Throat Fucked, Cock Diver, and… Snuff Bait.”
“Well,” growled Grange, “he's a fucking, cheating cunt. Of course she's going to vote for her son.” Grange shoved his way past Borias and snatched the tray from Rendi's hand. He pawed through it before he grabbed a silver charm. With a grunt, he tossed it to Borias and stalked away.
Borias tried to catch the tray, but it bounced off his fingers. The tray flipped over and the silver charms rained down on the ground.
Merrie flinched as they came scattering across the wood. Anger filled her, directed to Grange, as she watched the charms come to a halt. One of them stopped at her booted hand, spinning a few times before it came to a halt. It was a delicate flower and she wondered what magic rested inside the charm.
Borias leveled a glare at Grange's back, then started to pick up the charms. A moment later, Tabitha, Thorn, and the other trainers joined in.
Merrie lowered her gaze down to the charm. She picked up her hand, then remembered she couldn't pick it up. Looking around, she saw Sable using her mouth to pick up one. Following suite, Merrie bent over and picked up the charm. The silver tingled against her tongue and she felt a flush coursing through her body. It sparkled across her senses and she felt her breath coming faster as something seemed to fill her bladder.
Bass strode past her and Merrie whimpered to get his attention. He spun around, looking down. When he saw the charm in her lips, a broad smile crossed his lips. Crouching down, he opened his palm under her chin and she let it slip from her mouth. “You'd like this one, Cunt. It gets rid of your need to pee, so you don't need me to go the bathroom.”
When he curled his fingers around the charm, the tingling stopped. Merrie looked at the tiny silver charm and thought about when she had to pee outside, with him helping. There was something tender and intimate about him taking care of her, the way he held her tail and stroked her body.
Bass' eyebrow lifted with surprise. “No?”
Merrie blushed hotly. She felt her sex tingling with the thrill of being degraded by Bass. With a sheepish smile, she shook her head.
“Then,” he patted her head, “we won't pick this one for you.”
Standing up, Bass returned the charm to the tray. “Missing any of them, Rendi?”
Rendi ran her finger through the box. “No, that's it.”
Merrie looked for Grange, but the trainer had already left the room with his three bitches. Merrie felt sadness filling her as she thought about Useless Cunt, Fuckhole, and Bait.
Borias waved his hand when Rendi offered him the tray. “No, mother, give me the taste charms. They deserved them and I be keeping my word.”
Bass took the silver tray from Rendi to deliver it back to the table. Borias followed to look through the copper box. He pulled out four copper charms. “I be also taking the T3 suppressor and the T6 booster.”
Rendi smiled, then looked out over the room. The few bitches who broke the ranks when the charms scattered returned to their places. Grange's were noticeably absent and Merrie wish they stayed behind, at least until they announced the gold. She knew she won, after obeying the stay command, but she wanted to share it with everyone.
“I think,” announced Rendi, “that we all know who got the gold tonight. And with quite a few points, since very few bitches can stay with Tabitha's introduction. So,” her eyes focused directly on Merrie, “why don't you come up here, Happy Cunt, and show everyone what a good girl you are?”
A rush of excitement filled her and Merrie crawled out in front of the room. Turning around, she looked at the bitches in front of her. Sable was ecstatic, bouncing on her ass and barking loudly. There were other smiles in the room, mostly from the girls who had warmed up to her. Merrie felt a flush filling her, of pride at being a submissive dog for the trainers, but also because she felt something she never felt before, like she belonged there.
As Rendi crouched down next to her, Merrie looked up. She realized she needed to beg and got into the proper position. She thrust her breasts out and arched her back. From the trainers, she heard Borias make a cooing noise and she grinned. Merrie tilted her chin further up and parted her lips.
Rendi whispered to her, “You are so damn sexy.” Then, she spoke louder, “And for Happy Cunt, she gets this little charm.” The older woman held up a golden charm in her fingertips.
From the other side of the room, Bass chuckled. “Don't I get to pick Cunt's charm?”
Rendi smiled sweetly at him. “No.”
Turning back to Merrie, the older woman reached up and clipped the charm to Merrie's collar. “This is the regeneration charm. It won't transform you or change your body, but it will heal any damage that that big dick,” she gestured with her chin toward Bass, “does to you.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “Even though he's not suppose to, he'll be switching the charms around with his other bitches, which means this is going to help all of you. For a big man, he is all heart.”
Rendi let go of the charm and the golden medal bumped against Merrie's throat. It was delicate feeling, but Merrie could feel power radiating from the tiny artifact. It filled her with a power that she could only describe as “yellow-green” but she couldn't understand how a charm could feel like a color. She gave her hips a wiggle to distract herself from the strange, rippling power that filled her.
With a smile, Rendi stood up and patted Merrie on the head. “Good girl.”
Merrie moaned at the pleasure that coursed through her. The familiar addiction rose as it sparkled against her sink. She let out a second moan as she felt it pooling in all the sensitive parts of her body. Juices dripped from her pussy and she could feel it running down her inner thighs. She took a deep breath, knowing that it wasn't only the collar that she was addicted to.
Bass gestured for Merrie to return to her place in formation. Merrie crawled through the front ranks and smiled bashfully at Sable before she found her spot. She turned around and sat down, but the smile refused to leave her face.
“And that, my lovely bitches, is what we done on Thiredays.” He smiled broadly. “Just a chance to have a bit of fun, enjoy the company of other bitches, and just… show off. Over the next week, you'll see what those charms can do and, hopefully, you'll want to get some of your own. Or,” he chuckled and he focused on Merrie, “get a few more.”
Merrie shivered at his look and she saw lust burning in his gaze. She hoped, desperately hoped, that he would take her as soon as they got back to the room. She wanted to feel him inside her, ramming his cock into her until she could do nothing but scream out. She moaned softly, her lips parting, as she imagined Bass' cock filling her to her limits.
“All right,” said her master, “Ass Licker, Happy Cunt, and Silly Tits, meet me over by the bowls if you want another beer. Otherwise, everyone have a wonderful night. No doubt, all of you bitches have turned on your trainers and I can promise you,” he chuckled as he headed toward the bowls, “all of you are going to enjoy a long night of fucking.”
Merrie followed him. She knew that she turned Bass on, as did Licker and Sama. She almost moaned at the thought. At least one of the bitches was going to get his cock that night and all she could do was pray that it was her.