Merrie was in agony. It wasn't pain, that much she knew, but she didn't have the ability to comprehend the sensation of her back and ass constantly twitching beneath the flesh. No matter which position she stayed in, it was only matter of seconds before a muscle spasm forced her to move. She closed her eyes and tried to roll on her back. Her gloves bumped against the bars of the cage and the slight jerk sent a wave of spasms along her back and ass. Her tail flipped against the cage and she shuddered at the new sensations coursing up her spine.
Her tail.
Merrie moaned and reached down. Her bound hands could barely feel the tail through the leather, but it still fascinated her. She had finally been given a tail, though is took almost two days of torture for it to stretch out from her spine. The agony of the collar help with her other suffering–it had been almost three days since Bass fucked her and Merrie was desperate for his cock.
She grabbed her tail between her palms and shivered at the touch. Curled up in the cage, she could see the end. It was blonde, just like the hair on her head. The hair was short but curly, clinging to the tail in a thick mat of hair. When she touched the tip, it felt like someone was tickling her tailbone. She ran her gloves down both sides of the tail. Her mind struggled with the new sensation, it felt like she was stroking the small of her back by the time she reached her base.
With her bound fingers and palms, she couldn't fit her hands between her legs. She wanted to explore the base of her new tail add see how it fit between her body. On Sama, it seemed like the spot between her asshole and the tail was sensitive, but Merrie didn't have the dexterity to worm between the dildo still buried in her ass and the tail. She squirmed at the sensations as a fresh wave of spasms coursed along her back.
Between her gloves, her tail twitched. She didn't quite have control over it, but she could feel it moving. She wiggled her ass, frowning as she tried to get it to move as naturally as Sable. It shifted to the right and there was an ache along her back from muscles protesting. She shifted her hips in the other direction and the tail followed. With a smile, Merrie realized why Sable's entire body was thrown in into her wagging, it was easier to make the tail follow. She spread her hands apart and twisted her hips to cause the tail to smack one glove than the other.
Excitement filled her as she played with her tail. It was close to masturbating as she could get. When Bass stuck her in the cage, it wasn't bad at first. But days of fucking his cock had ignited a flame that refuse to go out. The first time she tried to finger herself, or more accurately use her laces to jill herself, she almost reached an orgasm but it refused to come. In the following painful hours, she realized she couldn't come with the charm on her. She could bring herself up to the sharp edge of orgasm, feel her body desperately trying to push herself off the cliff, but no matter what she did, she couldn't fall off that edge. It was infuriated and frustrating.
She needed to come. In the long hours that followed, she grew so desperate to come she would have begged for forgiveness if she had the words. Instead, she did her best to whimper and reach out for Bass when he walked past her cage. When he refused to acknowledge her, it added to her desperation. She tried to get into the begging position when he came closer, but the cage with too short for her to kneel. It was also too short to stretch out. Instead, she had to remain curled up whenever she slept.
Bass couldn't be blamed for torturing her, however, unless not letting her orgasm was torture. There was a thick down pillow on the bottom of the cage. She had a bowl of water and food hooked to the side. The water was half full and she had all the food she needed. She always got two servings for dinner, one of food. When she polished that off, he would either masturbate into the bowl or have her lick it directly from Sama's holes.
Even though it wasn't directly from his body, Merrie almost came every time she licked the bowl clean of his cum. She could taste Sama's pussy in the salty and sweet liquid. When she finished, the bowl was sparkling clean clear down to the tiny rune at the bottom.
Her tail twitched and she moaned from the discomfort that ran along her back. She twisted around until she staring up at the top, her legs curled tight to her chest and her hands between her legs. Her gloves rested along her puffy folds and she could feel the heat radiating from her pussy.
Merrie needed to come.
She closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper. Even knowing that it wouldn't work, she slid her gloves along her pussy. It felt good against her sensitive opening and her juices soaked the leather and her inner thighs. A dribble ran down the crack of her ass, tickling her hole and base of her tail before adding to the wet spot on the pillow beneath. She prayed for an orgasm as she used both hands to grind her labia into her clitoris. She felt the pleasure rising up and it took very little to reach the crest of her pleasure. She cried out as it held there. No matter how much she stroked, touched, and imagined Bass' cock, she couldn't push herself over the edge.
After a few minutes of desperate jilling, she gave up. With a sigh, she twisted over to find a new comfortable position. She found one on all fours, back arched and armed pulled underneath her. She pushed back until her tail threaded through the bars of the cage and she could press the warm metal against the line of her pussy and ass. She knew she couldn't come on the bars or the pillow either, she tried both more than once in the long hours of sexual frustration.
Merrie tried to find some sleep. She was just beginning to doze when she heard movement from the bed. She already knew what was happening, but she opened her eyes and stared across the darkened room. Bass and Sama were silhouetted against the light streaming in through the windows. It was late morning, after breakfast, but time didn't matter much on the mill.
Bass was kneeling behind Sama, his large cock dripping with precum and poised to enter her. He had one hand wrapped around her hair and pulled her back. Her body was presented to him with her back arched and her tail curled up until it touched her shoulder blades. In the shadows, Merrie could see Sama's breasts heaving as she held herself still.
It was a heartbreaking moment in time. Merrie wished for all her might to be right there in Sama's place. She needed to feel his cock drive into her. She needed to be filled and fucked and pounded. She held her breath, waiting for the thrust.
Bass drove into Sama. His cock only went halfway into her pussy on the first stroke, but buried completely on the second. He grunted and threw himself into the hard, brutal stroking that Merrie loved. Seeing his cock spearing into the silhouetted form of Sama send a sympathetic throb inside Merrie's own cunt.
Sama's gasp filled the air and the charm at her collar sparkled with light. One hand reached out into the air as her entire form was jerked back and forth on Bass' cock.
He was a man driven by lust. With only Sama to vent his passions, Bass was fucking at least once an hour if not more. Every time, he was hard and throbbing. As the days had passed, he lost some of his tenderness and just pounding into Sama with hard, powerful strokes. He grunted as he drove into her, the droplets of their juices looked like a dark mist as he rammed into Sama's abused pussy.
Merrie tried to match his strokes, ramming her cunt against the bars behind her. She tried to imagine what it would feel like, being the victim of his lusts. The cage rattled with each bump back; the bar crushed her pussy lips but she didn't care, she wanted it to hurt.
Sama let out a scream of pleasure which only encouraged Bass to thrust harder. The charm glowed from the impact of his cock; Merrie remembered what it felt like to have Bass fucking as hard as he could, the impact of his body and the feel of his cock driving deep. Sama was crying out in pleasure as he drove into her even though Merrie knew how much it would hurt. From Merrie's vantage spot, she could see Sama's tight belly swelling with the huge cock that filled her.
Bass grunted as he started to come. Hot, thick liquid poured out before he drove in deep and grabbed Sama's ass to hold himself in. His chest heaved with his panting and his balls jerked with every surge of cum he forced into Sama.
Sama shuddered and froze, her mouth open and one hand resting on the headboard. Her stomach clenched around his cock, but the cum pumping into her pussy pushed her belly out just noticeably enough for Merrie to wish she was being filled.
With a sigh, he pulled out and the flood of cum poured out of Sama's pussy and splashed down on the blankets. The thick, wet noises filled the room and Merrie had to close her eyes to stop the agony of watching. The bar behind her was soaked with her juices and her movements shook the cage with every thrust, but no matter how much she ground against the cage, she couldn't come.
Bass crawled off the bed and headed into the bathroom.
As soon as the door closed, Sama crawled off the bed. Wet splatters of cum splashed on the wooden floor as she padded over to the cage. She drew close, then pressed her face against the bars and reached inside.
Merrie let out a moan and brought her mouth up to Sama's. Their lips found each other and they kissed. It was soft and passionate, and the only pleasure Merrie could get. She knew that Bass let them kiss, if only because he spent more time than ever in the bathroom.
They broke after a moment. Merrie reached out through the cage to stroke Sama's hard nipple, then she mouthed, “Turn around.”
Sama giggled and turned around. Her slimy pussy was pressed up against the cage. The cum squelched as she ground against the bar. Merrie reached as far as she could and lapped at her master's cum. It was salty and sweet, a combination of cum and pussy. Sama let out a moan as Merrie cleaned her through the cage bars, removing every bit of cum that she could reach with her tongue.
They both knew not to try it the other way. It was a punishment and Merrie knew that she did something wrong. In the back of her mind, she knew that he was counting the seconds until she was done just as much as her. After the events at the pond, Merrie started to notice that she woke up when Bass did, even separated by the bars of the cage, not because she was ready to wake but simply because she knew he was waking up. She could sense when he was sad or upset or about to come. It was a shallow empathetic connection with her master, nothing like the bond that Sable shared, but it made her both happy and sad to know that Bass wasn't truly upset at her. There were rules and she as much as she suffered, she would have let Licker run free every time.
The door to the bathroom opened and Sama spun around to sit on the ground. Merrie tried to sit up, but she couldn't in the cage. Her tail bumped against the cage and she swayed her hips back and forth to tap it against the metal.
Bass stepped out and stretched. “That felt good. You bitches need to pee?”
They both barked.
Merrie held her breath as Bass unbolted the cage. If she had her gloves, she could have easily reached around and freed herself, but she knew she wouldn't. Even the punishment was a form of submission, though a torturous one that wouldn't let her come. She waited until he opened the door completely.
“Come on, Cunt.”
He reached in and curled a finger around her collar. She didn't need it, but he was still tender as he tugged her out. Merrie crawled over the threshold. When he released her, she continued to the door and sat there begging next to Sama.
Bass lead them down the stairs and out of the house. As they traveled through the door, he rested his hands on their shoulders.
Merrie stopped on the porch as she spotted Piffin and his two females. Male Seven was nowhere to be seen. Female Twenty-Seven and Female Twenty-Eight were both in begging positions, struggling to remain still as Piffin was counting the seconds.
Twenty-Seven had blonde hair with dark roots. Her body was slender, but she had large breasts and hips. It gave her an exaggerated hourglass figure. Between her legs, she was shaved bare and her labia was a short curtain of flesh in a ragged line.
On the other hand, Twenty-Eight was a much darker brown woman with small breasts, narrow hips, and a slender form that was stick-like. Her nipples were huge though, like acorns tipping the two shallow mounds of flesh. Her face was long with wide, expressive eyes. She used to have a pierced lip, Merrie remembered, but the piercings were gone and only a small dark spot identified the hole. She also had a tail, a jet-black one with long hairs that matched the longer hair on the top of her head. The copper transformation charm sparkled on her collar.
Bass chuckled and walked past Merrie and Sama. “Good morning, Piffin.”
“Salutations, Bass.”
“How is training going?”
“As expected with these two,” Piffin sounded disinterested as he watched the girls. Then, he made a grunting noise in the back of his throat, “Twenty-Eight, bring your left hand up one centimeter. One demerit.”
Twenty-Eight looked devastated, but she obeyed and brought her hand up. It looked even at first, but with the movement, Merrie could see how the bitch was now perfectly balanced from the position of her knees, hips, breasts, even hands. It looked difficult to do, but at the same time, Merrie sensed that she could do the same. The urge to join them and beg rose up.
“What happened to Seven?”
“Tabitha took him to be cropped.” His voice was even as he spoke.
“Your choice?”
“Yes. Dixie was being distracting with his attempts to show dominance. I can tolerate some of it, but Seven would not submit sufficiently for Dixie's needs. I felt it was best to hand over Seven to get cropped. Maybe spending a week at Tabitha's will break Seven and let Dixie properly dominate him. Plus, I need to work on these two girls and correct some of their worst flaws.”
Bass looked over them. “What's wrong them?”
Piffin sighed. “Twenty-Eight keeps dropping her hip. Twenty-Seven has no concept of where her feet are, nor her wrists. Neither can understand the difference between a decimeter and a centimeter. I want their index knuckle two centimeters in front of their collar, how hard could that be?”
A smile quirked Bass' lips, but he said nothing.
Piffin glanced over. “Twenty-Seven, one demerit for your left knee. Bring it in. Twenty-Eight, two demerits for your right pinkie finger, bring it closer. And one more for parting your lips. Keep your mouth closed.”
Both girls adjusted their position. There was discomfort in their eyes and Merrie felt a swell of sympathy for them. Piffin was an exacting master.
Piffin returned to Bass. “I know that you don't require precision, but the girls I train sell for four times what Grange can do and my bitches consistently win at the command tests.”
Merrie had a flash of insight. She knew what Sable would do while watching the two women struggling to obey commands. With a sly smile on her lips, she crawled away from Bass and circled around the girls. There was just enough space between the two girls that she could crawl into place. Looking up to Piffin who didn't seem to notice, she assumed the begging position.
Settling into position and focusing on Piffin, she could feel his desires in her mind. It felt like a crystalline puppet. He wanted bitches to put their hands just right, move their legs to the correct angle and spread an exact distance. She couldn't tell the exact numbers, but she could feel when she got it right. She adjusted her position as she stared at him, hoping to be perfect for him before he looked back.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Sama join them. She crawled to the right of Twenty-Eight's body and got into the begging position. She smiled as she struggled to match Twenty-Eight's perfection.
Merrie felt Bass looking at her. She glanced over to see his yellow-tinted gaze flash over her before he returned to look back at Piffin. A smile crossed his lips and Merrie felt a flush of excitement as if he just told her “good girl.”
She found the correct position and held herself there. She could feel her body trembling with the effort after a few seconds, but there was a burn of excitement that filled her knowing that she was perfect at least in form. It added to the heat in her pussy. She never would imagine holding herself still be exciting, but she knew that Piffin would approve as soon as he looked.
Next to her, both Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight seemed to relax. Merrie could feel them in her mind, just like Piffin. As she concentrated on them, their minds seemed to connect and she felt the confusion, fear, and discomfort swirling around them. She tried to project comfort and both of them relaxed instantly.
She felt a rush being able to feel the others. She wondered if she could include Sama, but as she concentrated on the brunette, she felt both of the Twenties pulling away. She clutched to Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight, but then Sama's emotions faded away. She seemed to be limited to two bitches. Raising her gaze, she realized she couldn't feel Piffin or Bass anymore. Opening her mind, she let herself listen to Piffin's emotions, but as she concentrated, Twenty-Seven slipped away. She realized she was limited to listening to two people at a time. As she wondered how many Sable or Dixie could feel, she felt Piffin about to look at her. She held herself tight and stared at him, waiting for when his gaze.
It was slow at first, just a subtle inspection of his two girls. He seemed happy and he looked back at Bass. A heartbeat later, surprise rocked through their empathetic link and he made a double-take as he stared at the four bitches lined up.
Merrie held herself perfect, right at the crux of what Piffin would find most sexual. A moment later, she was rewarded when his cock began to tent his pants. She wished she could read his thoughts but seeing him respond was an intoxicating rush. She clenched her pussy with the heat that boiled inside her, threatening to send her over the edge of an orgasm.
“I…” Piffin's words died in his throat. He rested a hand on his cock and his eyes grew wider as if he wasn't expecting to find it hard. When he spoke, there was a huskier need that resonated in his words. “I need to take the bitches inside. Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, free.”
With a rush, he hurried inside and they followed. Twenty-Eight stopped on the stairs to give Merrie a thankful smile before she crawled into the house.
Bass chuckled. “I wonder what just got into Piffin? I don't think I've ever seen him run anywhere.” He turned to look at the house for a long moment before he gestured to the peeing area. “Come on, bitches. Time to go.”
Sama was first and ran into the spongy area. She circled once, then squatted over the water. Her tail curled up over her back and she peed on the ground. It soaked through into the wood chips and she wiggled her ass to clear the last few flecks.
Merrie crawled out after her and tried to duplicate the maneuver. As she arched her ass up, her tail curled on itself and cleared her nether regions, but the fake tail in her ass covered her pussy and she didn't want to stain on it. She looked up at Bass with a whimper.
He looked sad as he walked over and squatted down. His thick fingers ran up her pussy and she felt a shiver of pleasure threatening to ignite the bottled up lust inside her. For a moment, she forgot her need to pee as she leaned into his fingers, begging for him to thrust inside her.
“I'm going to miss this,” whispered Bass.
Merrie looked up with a whine. She felt a pang of fear as she looked into his sad eyes.
“I won't have to do this,” he ran his fingers along her pussy, working his digits into her aching lips to tease her opening. “With your tail, you won't need me to hold this up again.” He grabbed her tail and pulled the fake end away from her pussy.
Merrie reached out and rested a hand on his knee. She didn't want to lose anything with Bass. And intimate moment they shared whenever she had to go the bathroom just bound them closer together.
Bass seemed surprise. “You want me to keep doing this?”
Merrie blushed and nodded.
He took a deep breath. “I won't hold your tail, but do you want me to wipe it off?”
She felt a surge of excitement, both desperate and loving at the same time. Her body grew tight, the first sign of her trying to bond, and she fought it. It faded after a second. She cleared her throat and barked.
He smiled. It was a happy relieved smile. “Then, I will.”
Merrie nodded, then adjusted her position. Her tail ached to hold it but she kept it still as she released her bladder and peed on the ground. It was a long rush of pleasure for her, of release, but knowing that Bass' fingers would be teasing her added to the anticipation and she almost came just peeing.
As soon as she finished, Bass ran his fingers along her labia to chase away the last droplets. Shaking his fingers clear, he reached up and grabbed the butt plug buried in her ass. “You know, we don't need this anymore.”
She barked and leaned forward, breathing in the smells of freshly cut wood and urine. It was a strange mixture of scents, but it was just part of her life now. She relaxed as her master eased the dildo out of her ass; it came free with a wet pop. She squirmed at the empty feeling in her rectum, it had been almost a ten-day week since they shoved it inside her and she was used to the comforting pressure against her guts.
Merrie expected them to leave, but Bass didn't move. Instead, he drew his fingers up to her pussy and shoved one finger in. “I've been thinking,” he said.
She didn't care as her entire world focused on the thick digit worming its way into her slick cunt. It was the most perfect sensation ever and she could feel her body tensing for an orgasm. She could come on him, he could always make her come. He was the master of her body.
He slide one finger in and out, it was slow but after three days of denial, she felt her body grow hot and slick with anticipation. “I don't normally go for it, but Rendi has a silver charm that would change your ears to be like a dog's. It means I won't have to brush your hair into dog ears anymore,” Merrie whimpered at the thought but Bass quickly continued, “but, I would never stop brushing your hair. I love that part. But, would you like that? To have dog ears? Real ones?”
Merrie rocked back against his finger as she thought about it. She already had a tail and, while it wasn't entirely under her control, she was excited to have it. And sooner or later, she would be cropped. Adding ears just seemed to add to the package, the part of her true submission to Bass. With a smile, she barked loudly and thrust back on his finger.
“Good girl.” The pleasure rushed up around her, filling her and setting her right on the edge of pleasure. She let out a soft, whimpering noise and jammed herself back on his finger, trying to fuck it like a cock.
“No,” he said and pulled his fingers away.
Merrie turned to look at him pitifully, but the expression faded as she saw him unbuttoning his shorts and pulling out his cock. “I think your punishment is over, Cunt. Do you want to be fucked?”
She couldn't put enough enthusiasm into her bark. She was desperate to have him and she could feel his own need. Even though they were still in the bathroom area, she presented herself and held her breath as he lined his thick member to her sex.
He drove into her with a single hard thrust. After three days of denial, his thick member rammed into her with a flash of pain. She let out a squeal of pain and pleasure, then felt her body welcoming him like a long-lost lover. The pain faded quickly and she was swamped with the sensations of having his thick member completely inside her body. She squeezed around it as the desperate orgasm finally ignited.
Her entire world turned white-hot as she screamed out in pleasure, her body clenching tightly as the intense pleasure that painfully tore into her. She was his bitch, mind and body but not soul. And her orgasm tore at her sanity as the world faded away until everything was centered on the one thing that mattered to her.
Her master.