Merrie pretended to try crawling out from underneath Snuff Bait, Sama, and Female Twenty-Seven. Three sets of tits ground down on her and she was pretty sure that one of the twins was sucking on her clitoris. She closed her eyes and bucked against the weight, but that only ground her sweat-slicked body harder against the soft flesh of the bitches on top of her.
She wasn't trying too hard, though. She knew how to crawl out from underneath, but the occasional flash of Borias laughing inspired her to struggle without succeeding. The world darkened as she looked up to see Cock Diver's pussy coming down. With a moan, she stretched her head up and clamped her mouth against the wet folds, parting the labia and licking at the tangy sweet.
Diver moaned and ground her face down, pinning Merrie to the soft, grassy ground behind the great hall and rocking back and forth. Her pussy was shave bare, much like Licker's was, and every time Diver moved, it left a wet smear of sex and excitement coating Merrie's face.
An unknown bitch was burrowing her way through the mass of naked slaves to find Merrie's nipple. Merrie reached out with her mind and just caught a sense of purpose, a desire to imitate Merrie and Sable, then she lost her concentration as lips caught her nipple. Moaning into Diver's pussy, Merrie jerked as she felt the playful teeth teasing her hard nipples.
A tongue found her pussy and lapped hard, finding the bit of cum that Bass left in there before the show. Merrie moaned at the feeling of being pinned and helpless, pleasured and pleasuring all at the same time. She felt the orgasm rising, a sweet intensity of pleasure, and surrendered into it.
Muffled through the bodies on top of her, she heard Borias laughing. “Can she even breathe in there?”
Sable barked. Merrie reached out with her mind, but she couldn't read Sable's emotions. The rest of the bitches she could pick up what they were feeling, a sense of purpose, or even just general sexiness, but Dixie and Sable were almost unreadable for her. She could only feel Sable's emotions when the alpha bitch projected. She also couldn't easily read most of the masters either, only Piffin and Thorn were open to her empathy.
Diver came on her, grinding down as she flooded Merrie's mouth with her juices. Merrie reached up with her gloved paws and held her down, lapping hard and forcing her tongue as deep as she could to slurp up all the moisture. Another orgasm was filling Merrie already. The heat boiling in her pussy was fueled by the mouths on her breasts and pussy, the tongue teasing her belly, and the breasts and naked limbs holding her down.
Another mouth sucked on her other breast, kneading the soft flesh with leather-bound hands. Merrie was trapped and helplessly. The teasing that assaulted her senses and sent her over the edge. She bucked violently as she came, kicking off the bitches as she gasped for colder air.
Borias laughed. “Come on, pay up, Bass. She be under there for ten minutes.”
Merrie blushed happily as she pawed at her wet face. It dripped down and followed the line of her throat, adding to the sweat that ruined her makeup and bath. She could feel her right dog ear had already come undone and the hair sticking to her back and the side of her face. Droplets ran down between her heaving breasts. She smiled and watched as Bass reluctantly dropped a few coins into Borias' outstretched hand.
“She ruined her makeup,” muttered Bass.
“They always be ruining their pretties, boss. Sable be the worse, since she's always picking fights.”
“My Sable isn't fighting.”
“Then why is she humping me Throat Fucked against that log?”
Merrie peered across the clearing to where Sable had pinned both Throat Fucked and Female Twenty-Eight against a recently fallen tree. She was nuzzling against Twenty-Eight's neck as her hips rubbed her pussy into Throat's chest. A large bruise the size of Bass' hand covered her right shoulder but she didn't seem to mind it as she humped the bitch underneath her.
When Sable pulled back, Throat's breasts glistened from Sable's excitement.
Bass chuckled. “That isn't fighting, that's playing.”
“Yeah, and she be ruining my girl's pretties.”
Bass patted Borias on the shoulder and chuckled. “Live with it.”
“Aye, boss, that I do.”
Merrie grinned as she watched the two men chatting. As she was considering crawling over to tackle Sable, she felt a new presence coming in through the woods behind the house. Turning around, she stared at the shadows as three figures, two of them crawling, walked out from the trees.
Tabitha was in the led. She wore a piece of white fabric around her breasts and a second around her hips, but otherwise wore nothing. Her hair was done up in an intricate braid. The hair reached down to her ass and waved back and forth like a large tail.
Behind her, Dixie bounded along the grass. His tiny form ducked underneath a large root and he scrambled on top of it to bark at the third figure.
Merrie sat down as she saw Licker trailing behind the others. Her heart thumped as she watched the thin girl crawl through the thick bed of leaves and out into the sunlight.
Licker's black hair was pulled into two dog ears. Instead of ribbons, Tabitha used strands of leather. Another leather strip tied off the end of Licker's tail. The girl moved surprisingly easily as she walked further into the sun-lit clearing. The ends of her elbows and knees were sheared off, but there was no sign of the blood, ragged ends that Merrie saw before. Instead, they ended in smooth ends, just like Sable.
Wanting a closer look, Merrie got back on her hands and knees. She crawled across the clearing. Around her, she could feel the other bitches slowing down and watching, morbidly curious of Licker's amputations.
Licker stopped near the middle and crouched down. Merrie could feel that she was frightened, not of the masters but of the other bitches. There was a hesitation in the girl's mind, a fear that they wouldn't accept her now that she was cropped.
Merrie came to a skidding halt in front of Licker. She smiled brightly at Licker, but the teenage girl blushed and stared down at the ground. Up close, the fear was almost palatable around the slender girl. Merrie slowly inched forward, then brought her lips to Licker's. It was a soft kiss, tender and encouraging. Merrie could feel Licker's fear spiking and a tension in the teenager's slender frame.
She didn't stop. She broke the kiss and planted another one on Licker's jaw. Even as Licker tightened up, Merrie force the raven-haired girl to lift her chin as she kissed a line along her neck, shoulder, then down toward her left elbow.
Fear radiated from Licker, a fear of being rejected, of being ugly, of being less than human.
Merrie was fascinated as she kissed along the slender arm. Her lips caressed along the shoulder and the soft flesh. She reached the end of the elbow.
Licker inhaled sharply, lifting it as if she wanted to run away.
Merrie took advantage of Licker's position to kiss along the nub, working her lips against the soft flesh and hard bone underneath. It felt different than she expected. The bone was thickened around the elbow, no doubt to take Licker's weight. She also remembered the arm not being quite as long and wondered if Tabitha had somehow lengthened it.
At the same time she was caressing Licker's amputated arm, Merrie sent out a soft wave of love and affection. She could feel the cloud of fear beginning to dissipate as she circled around Licker, kissing up the girl's flanks toward her back leg.
Licker trembled and let her breath out in a rush.
As Merrie continued to kiss down to Licker's hips, she felt a second wave of emotions surrounding them. It was love, excitement, and more than a little sexual excitement. She peeked up past the black wagging tail to see Sable bounding over.
Sable crashed into Licker and threw the teenager against Merrie. Merrie let out a squeak as she braced herself to prevent them from falling over. On the other side, Sable started licking and kissing with enthusiasm.
Giving up on being tender, Merrie imitated the same and soon Licker was giggling as she writhed between the two bitches. The scent of her excitement filled the air, mixing with Merrie's and Sable's.
Merrie crawled around and rammed her head up between Licker's thighs. She found the slick opening and lapped at it. Licker moaned at the touch and ground back. Her tail curled around Merrie's head, almost holding it, but trembling with the spasms as Licker sputtered from Sable's licking her face.
Licker's fear blew away, leaving only relief and growing excitement. She licked and kissed Sable as she ground her pussy to Merrie's mouth.
“All right,” announced Bass, “we should probably get started.”
Reluctantly, Merrie stopped licking Licker and followed the two bitches back up to the house where Bass and the rest of the trainers waited. She stopped in front of her master and assumed the begging position.
Licker sat next to her, but Bass shook his head.
“No, Licker, you're Tabitha's now.”
Licker whimpered and crawled over to Tabitha who was fussing with Dixie's leather straps.
Merrie watched her sadly, wondering if she and Licker would ever be together again, then leaned over to kiss Sama's shoulder. Sama kissed her back, then wagged her tail as Merrie licked her noise.
Bass chuckled as he squatted down. “Let me fix your ears, Cunt.”
She turned to him, her breath quickening as he stroked her breasts and throat before moving to her hair. With practiced skill, he undid the ribbon dangling against her ear and tied it back into a tail.
“Remember, if you get the silver or a gold, I'll get you the ear transformation charm.” Merrie barked with excitement as she felt the heat boiling in her body. She wiggled her ass to wave her tail back and forth.
Bass reached out with his other hand, “And you lovely Tits, if you get the silver, I'll give you that peeing charm you wanted.”
Sama blushed and looked at sheepishly at Merrie. Merrie felt embarrassed but she understood. Reaching over, she kissed Sama until Sama turned into her. Their lips caressed each other and Sama darted her tongue into Merrie's mouth.
“You are both good girls. Very good.”
Merrie shivered at the magical pleasure that filled her. She squirmed as Bass finished redoing her hair and wipe the juices from her face. As he switched over to work on Sama, she looked over to Tabitha and Licker.
Tabitha was holding Licker's throat with one hand as she brushed the teenager's hair with the other. There was a harshness in her actions, but it didn't look cruel. She was speaking quietly to Licker with just a hint of a smile on her lips.
Licker gave a nod. When Tabitha squeezed her throat with a smile, Licker smiled back and gave two sharp barks. Tabitha said something and Licker opened her mouth and let her tongue slid out. She smiled herself and wagged her ass back and forth.
Merrie realized she was relieved to see Licker not fighting Tabitha. Something happened in the five days Licker was with the strange silfae, but whatever occurred, it seemed to have brought a smile to the sullen girl's lips.
As if feeling Merrie's attention, Licker peeked over at her. Her dog ear flopped over one ear. As their eyes match, there a strong emotion rose up from the thin girl. It was almost respect, but also a desire to be like Merrie. To stop fighting and just enjoy her slavery.
Merrie stared in shock, not trusting the emotions she was picking up.
Then, Licker glanced up at Tabitha who was talking to Dixie, then back to Merrie. She mouthed the words “love you.”
Merrie started to cry. She was smiling and almost laughing, but the tears were rolling down her cheeks.
“Cunt, what's wrong?”
Merrie returned her attention to her master. Bass was stared at her, a frown on his face. She shook her head and smiled. When he didn't relax, she got into a begging position and wiggled her ass.
Bass turned toward Licker, who looked away sharply, then chuckled. “Oh, I see. You're leading them. That happens naturally when you're,” he hesitated for the briefest of moments but she heard his thoughts as clearly as he kept on speaking, (an alpha). But, he finished the sentence far differently than his thoughts, “as beautiful as you are, Cunt.”
Merrie stared up at him in shock. She knew she heard his thoughts clearly, they echoed in her mind just like Sable's voice of scotch and smoke. The two words repeated over and over. He knew. Bass knew that she would be an alpha, but he wouldn't say the words. He was hiding it, but she didn't know from who.
She felt a tingling along her skin, the sense of wanting to bond with him. It mixed with the love she felt for the compassionate master. She knew it would be as simple as reaching out and grabbing him. She could almost see the hazy leash stretching out for him.
Sable's words came back to her. Bonding to Bass could kill him. She concentrated on holding back the leash and forced herself to look away from Bass. It hurt more than she thought, she longed to bind her soul to him and to be with him forever. The sparkles along her skin grew painful for a moment, then faded in a dull ache of denial. She felt a tear rolling down her cheek and an intense feeling of loss.
She looked up. Across the field, Sable and Dixie were both watching her. Sable had an expression of sorrow on her face. Her tail was down and she held herself low. Dixie, on the other hand, was watching with a hard look. As Merrie watched him, he turned around, stuck his tail in the air, and prance back to Tabitha.
“All right,” announced Bass, “time for the show. Bitches! Line up!”
Merrie tore her thoughts away from bonding and alphas and found a spot between Twenty-Seven and Fuckhole. She wagged her tail as she waited for Rendi and the others to check her. She just loved the feel of it shaking back and forth, moving with her spine and sending a quiver along her back muscles. Her collar almost hummed as it send pleasure coursing through her veins, adding to the pleasure of anticipation.
By the time Rendi, Garcon, and Hilfe reached her, she couldn't wait. She brought herself into a begging position and held herself there. She reached out with her mind to Piffin and felt for the perfect angle. Even though he was sitting on the ground reading a book, she could feel what he found the sexiest, the most perfect position. She adjusted her wrists and body until it would turn him on, if he ever looked.
Garcon crouched behind her. He drew both hands up her inner thighs and she lifted her body to give him access. Thick fingers caressed her pussy and swirled around the liquid heat gathering along it. Merrie clenched at the sensation, wishing it was more than just probing fingers that explored her body.
Hilfe was grabbing her from in front, using his large hands to maul her breasts and tease her nipples into aching hardness. He caught her right nipple between two fingers and twisted.
Merrie moaned as sparks of pain and pleasure shot through her body. She clamped down on the fingers buried in her pussy and shivered with the pleasure heating up inside her.
“The tail came out nicely. You did good work, Rendi,” murmured Garcon as he drew his slick fingers back and slid one into Merrie's tight asshole. Merrie squirmed at the touch, her tail smacking against Garcon's thigh. “I'm going to say ninety five today.”
“Lovely breasts, wet cunt,” said Hilfe, “but Bass messed up on the ear and her face is still wet. Eight-five.”
Rendi reached down and cupped Merrie's face with her hand. Merrie looked up at the older woman and leaned into it, giving her the sweetest smile she could give. Rendi smiled back. “Ninety.”
Hilfe's harsher rating subdued Merrie's excitement. She barked once, then watched as the three moved on to Fuckhole. With a grin, Merrie leaned in the opposite direction and planted a kiss on Twenty-Seven's shoulder before moving back into position. A wave of surprise rose up from the bitch, then a playful joy that washed Merrie in warmth. A moment later, Twenty-Seven reached over and planted a kiss along Merrie's shoulder.
Merrie turned to the bitch and kissed her on the lips. A soft moan rose up between them and Merrie didn't care if it was her or Twenty-Seven who made it. She smiled and kissed again, seeking Twenty-Seven's lips.
“Cunt, Twenty-Seven,” said Bass in a warning tone.
Merrie grinned and gave Twenty-Seven one last kiss before settling back into place. She felt the emotions of the bitches around her, warm and sexy and playful. They were all getting used to their lives as sex slaves and Merrie knew that she helped at least in part.
Bass stood in front. “You are all good girls.” As the wave of pleasure coursed through the bitches, he continued. “Today, we are going to play a game.”
He held up a bright red ball. “You all know the ‘fetch’ command, right?”
Merrie barked with the others.
“So, all you have to do is fetch.” He hefted the ball, drew back, and then threw it across their heads into the field behind them.
Merrie spun around to watch as the ball arced high into the air before dropping into the trees behind the house. She felt excitement rising but wasn't sure if she was suppose to go yet. Turning around, she looked at Bass just as Sable blew past her.
Surprised, Merrie spun around and watched as Sable and Dixie raced toward the ball. Sable bounded as she ran, bouncing on the ends of her amputated elbows and knees, while Dixie seemed less graceful with his calves dragging him down.
A moment later, the five older bitches came running after. Gasping, Merrie nudged Twenty-Seven and Fuckhole, then ran after them. It was strange running on her hands and knees, breasts bouncing as she crawled after the others. She felt clumsy compared to Sable who had already disappeared into the treeline.
While she knew where the ball was, once she got into the trees, she found it hard to look around. She was too low to the ground, crawling through the bushes and quickly the bitches got separated. Merrie's confidence broke.
For a moment, she considered using her empathy to find Sable and Dixie, but then she knew it wasn't in the spirit of the game. Instead, she peered into the shadows of the bushes and crawled over the rough ground. A few minutes later, she saw Dixie sniffing at one of the white stakes.
Curious, she inched forward and peered from behind a tree. A few meters past them was Sable, scratching her back against a bush. The dark-haired woman had a look of pure bliss as she rubbed back and forth. Her tongue was out of her mouth and her eyes were crossed.
Merrie bit back a giggle. Then gasped when she saw the ball right on the ground between the two alphas. She crept forward, watching both of them, then stared at the ball. For a moment, she wondered how she was suppose to pick it up, but then she remembered she was nothing but a bitch. Using her mouth, she grabbed the ball. It was slight to big and her jaw ached slightly from the size; not unlike taking Bass' cock down her throat.
She got up to head back and felt tingle coursing down her back. Looking around, Sable and Dixie were both watching her. Dixie looked annoyed but Sable just shook her head, then used her chin to gesture to the ground.
Unsure of what she meant, Merrie lifted an arm to take another step but Dixie growled at her and she froze. Backing away, Merrie set the ball back on the ground, right where she left it but with a bit of drool sticking to the side. As soon as she dropped it, both alphas brightened and Sable made a come hither motion with her shoulders.
Merrie looked down at the ball, then up at the alphas. There was no question that both Sable and Dixie knew the ball was there. But, neither had picked it up. There was only one reason for that, they were letting the other bitches win. If she grabbed the ball, she had a chance at her silver charm. If she didn't, then she wouldn't get her ears. Merrie was right at the cusp: bitch or beta.
She knew what she wanted to be. She sheepishly crawled over to Sable.
Sable took a step forward and forced Merrie's head up to kiss her along the neck. She continued to push Merrie back as she kissed more intently, working her mouth up to Merrie's ear as she grabbed Merrie's breast with the blunt ends of her arms. The feeling of her body being stroked, the insistent pressure, and the rapid-fire kissing was intoxicating.
Merrie let out a moan and leaned into Sable, wrapping her own gloved arms around the curvy woman. She let out a soft cooing noise as she ran her head against Sable's neck, kissing her like the alpha had kissed before. Their bodies rubbed together, breast to breast, hip to hip.
But, then Sable shoved her on her back and crawled up on top. Merrie gave on her ears and threw herself into kissing and stroking. She burrowed her face into Sable's breasts and suckled on the hard nipple she found.
A soft whisper of noise caught her attention. Merrie peeked around Sable's breasts and saw Licker crawling through the grass. She came up to the ball and looked at it with surprise. A slow smile stretched across her face, then she glanced up at Sable and Merrie.
Sable drove her soft breasts against Merrie's face, smothering her. Merrie flailed around, blinded by Sable's body. She let out a muffled giggle and playfully struggled.
After a few moments, Sable rolled off with a happy sigh and sprawled out on the ground. Merrie flopped on top of her and gave Sable a kiss on the nose, chin, then lips. She peeked up to see Licker sprinting back to the house with Dixie bounding after her.
Dixie was barking, but it wasn't against Licker, but more to tell everyone that Licker found the ball. Naked puppy slaves peeked out of the woods. They watched curious as Licker pranced up to Bass and dropped the ball at Bass' feet.
Dejected, the others returned to the house. Sable flipped over on her feet, spun around, and gave Merrie a wink. She trotted back to the house and Merrie followed. They came up behind the pack of bitches and got into the begging position.
As Sable settled into place, a wave emanated from Sable. It was a desire to get into a begging position. In front of Sable, the other slaves shifted until they were all begging. It was as if they got the idea on their own as one.
Bass nodded with approval, then squatted down to stroke Licker's shoulder. “Very good girl.”
Licker let out a gasp as her body tensed in a small orgasm. Her shaved pussy grew a dark pink before her thighs clenched together. She ground her legs together, the tip of her left knee scraping through the ground as she moved.
Bass took the ball and handed it to Tabitha. The sandy-haired woman hefted it for a moment. Then, she spun around and threw it with all her might. “All, right, bitches, go get it!”
Merrie spun around and dropped to her hand and knees. Sable was already bounding into the woods, her short arms and legs flashing as she disappeared into the treeline. A few meters behind was Dixie, barking shrilly as he dove into the bushes. She giggle and decided to just have fun. As fast as she could, Merrie crawled after them into the woods.
She lost sight of the alphas by the time she got to the trees. She picked her way through the underbrush. As she was just crawling up on a large rock to look around when she saw a flash of movement. Spinning around to watch, she lost her balance. Her bound gloves skittered helplessly against the rock before she hit the ground with an embarrassing thud. Then, she tipped over and hit the ground on her back. One foot was up in the air and the other was curled underneath her. It hurt, but not seriously.
Blushing furiously, she looked up to see Dixie come to a stop at the foot of a tree. His tail wagged back and forth for a moment, then he spit the bright red ball on the ground. He leaned back on his heels and peered up; even though he wore no gloves or boots, he still acted as bound as the rest of the bitches. He turned around but stopped when he saw Merrie sprawled out on her back. An evil-looking grin crossed his face. He let out a high-pitched bark and bounded toward her.
Merrie didn't know what to do. Dixie didn't play with her like Sable and she didn't know what the tiny little silfae would do. She was a little disturbed by his size and appearance; except for the pointed ears and his shape-shifting magic, he still looked young enough that the Goddess Consent would take her personal revenge.
He jumped the last meter and landed hard on the ground just above Merrie's head. Up close, his cock was hard but a small, hairless thing. Two balls clutched tightly to his body. She trailed her gaze up his chest and saw things she never noticed before.
Dixie wasn't as young as she first thought. He had the duller skin of an adult, along with wrinkles along the joints. There were stretch marks around his hips. As she looked up, she saw hundreds of barely visible scars crossing his body. She knew they were knife wounds, but Dixie had as many that covered Bass' skin. Curious, she looked down at his hand. He lifted it as if knowing her thoughts, and she spotted the callouses along the fingers and palm. Bass said they were the marks of a sword or knife fighter.
She moved her attention to his eyes, wondering what Dixie was before he became a bitch; she couldn't say slave because he wasn't enslaved any more than Sable was.
Dixie shrugged, then planted his hand on her breast. His fingers dug into the soft flesh. She could feel his fingernails digging into the skin and hissed out as the tiny flicker of pain coursed along her senses. He grabbed her chin with his other hand and pushed her head up while bringing his cock down to her lips.
Merrie shivered and opened her mouth obediently. Despite his smaller stature, she found it hard to resist as he shoved his hard dick and balls into her mouth. He began to hump her face and she struggled to keep her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. She could feel it rolling in her mouth and felt a thrill at the idea of sucking off a man who looked too young to be a sex slave.
Dixie panted softly and released her chin. He grabbed her other breast and ground down, digging his fingernails in deep. She whimpered around his shaft at the pain, but she felt a flare of excitement rising inside. He twisted and mauled her body, scratching her nipples.
She whimpered and writhed underneath his touch, sucking because it was the only thing she could. She could feel him reaching an orgasm as his cock swelled. She opened her mouth as far as she could and reached back to tongue his little asshole.
He let out a gasp of pleasure. His entire body stiffened and the first blast of cum, sweeter than sugar, flooded her mouth.
Sable slammed into Dixie, throwing him off Merrie. His cum shot out in the air and his fingernails left ten burning scratches along Merrie's skin as he was tossed to the side. Sable barked cheerfully, smacked Merrie in the head with her tail, and bounded after him.
Merrie winced and looked at her breasts. The healing magic of her charm was already sealing over the wounds, leaving only a hint of pain that blurred with her pleasure. She licked the cum from her face. It tasted like sugar and honey, a cloying taste unlike anything she had ever known.
She slumped back happily, then she spotted Snapping Pussy picking up the ball. The olive-skinned bitch was looking around curiously her jaws stretched widely open by the ball. She had a shaved pussy and somewhat sturdy limbs. Her hair was a brown with hints of green in it. She looked sheepish as she crawled away.
Merrie turned back to look at where Sable and Dixie were wrestling. Neither alpha was moving. Dixie was underneath Sable, stopped in mid-attempt to buck her off. Sable was on top of him, pinning him down. Her teeth were buried in his shoulder. Both of them were watching Snapping with calculating looks on their face.
As soon as Snapping Pussy disappeared into the trees, Sable pulled her mouth off Dixie. For a moment, Merrie thought she spotted sharp canines, but then her mouth looked normal.
A trickle of blood oozed out of the wound on Dixie's shoulder. Merrie wondered why he didn't respond to the pain. Dixie shivered and a wave of transformation ran long his skin, briefly turning him into a wolf creature and back again. When he solidified once more, the wound and blood was gone. Dixie barked loudly and bounded after Snapping Pussy with Sable right behind him.
Merrie flipped over and rushed after them, crawling as fast as she could. She caught up as they came up to the gathering pack. Snapping Pussy was sitting in front of Tabitha, begging with the ball still lodged in her mouth.
Tabitha waited until all the bitches got into a begging or sitting position, and then pried the ball out of her mouth. “Very good girl.”
Snapping Pussy shivered as her eyes grew unfocused. Her body shuddered twice and the scent of orgasm drifted through the pack.
Tabitha tossed the ball to Borias. “Toss it, bitch.”
“Chew on your pubes, wood witch,” snapped Borias with a smile. He spun around and threw the ball back into the woods.
Once again, they were off. Merrie joined the pack as they barked and smiled and ran. Merrie didn't find the ball that time, but she heard Dixie barking to come back. On the next throw by Thorn, she found it at the same time as Sable who made a ruckus by shoving Merrie against a tree and eating her out. Merrie moaned loudly until the twins found it. Pillow Chest got the reward.
It was a dozen throws later that Merrie found the ball first. She was crawling up on a log when she spotted the bright red flash in a crack between her hands. She stared down with it, surprised she found it. For a moment, she remembered the promise of the silver charm. It would be so simple to work it out and run back. Knowing that she would score high on the beauty show part, it would ensure she would get at least the silver charm.
Merrie reached down and used the tip of her glove to work it out. Carefully, she picked it up in her mouth. She leaned over the edge of the log and dropped it on the ground. One of the other bitches would find it and get that magically induced orgasm. She smiled to herself, she was becoming the beta more than just a bitch.
Dixie came running up the log, barking shrilly. He jumped at her.
Merrie ducked underneath his jump and the silfae let out a yip as he flew past. Giggling, Merrie crawled off the log where Dixie was making a big show of trying to get to his feet. She knew he was faking it, but didn't care as she jumped on top of him and buried his face into her breasts. She giggled and laughed silently to avoid setting off her collar.
Then let out a shriek as she felt him biting the soft breast. She tore herself away and stared down at the dimpled flesh. Healing magic coursed along her body and the bruise faded as fast as it came. She stared at Dixie in shock but he stuck out his tongue.
Realizing that he was playing, though a bit painfully, she narrowed her eyes and gave him a mock glare. Digging her feet into the soft ground, she surged forward.
Dixie's eyes widened as Merrie landed on top of him.
She scrambled up his body and straddled his head. She got a look of a satisfied smile on his face before she ground her soaked pussy against his head. She squirmed down until she was sitting on his face.
He, like every other bitch on the mill, responded with his mouth. His tongue darted out and lapped along her labia. Then gave her pussy lips a sharp bite.
Merrie shuddered as the sudden pleasure into pain blurred together. It was an electric shock across her senses. It gathered in her body like before, an orgasm starting to smolder in her depths. She responded by grinding her pussy harder against his face, burying his nose and mouth in her wet slit. Her gloved hand reached out for balance as she humped the male alpha.
Dixie licked hard and shoved his tongue up into her hole. Then bit her again. The pleasure and pain flashed through her senses and she almost bucked off.
She lifted her body until she heard his tiny gasp, then drove back down to smother him against her sex. Her body was growing tense and her breasts heaved as he licked and bit with abandoned. The agony and ecstasy continued to swirl together until she didn't know if she was coming or screaming.
He tore his face away enough to clamp down on her clitoris. She could feel teeth and lips, but her entire world exploded into white as she came. With a high-pitched scream of pleasure, she clumsily grabbed Dixie's head and pulled him tight as the spasm wracked her body.
(Just as bad as Sable.)
Shocked, Merrie lost her balance and tumbled off the tiny silfae. She heard his voice in her head. It was surprisingly deep voice that echoed in her mind. She scrambled to her face, staring at him with shock.
Dixie gave her a curious look, then gestured toward the log.
Merrie peered over to see Sama walking away with the ball in her mouth. She smiled and felt a tiny orgasm at helping Sama. Then, she let out her best bark and charged after Sama. Her feet trailed behind and she couldn't wait to be cropped so she could bounce like Licker and Sable.
Sama ran faster with Dixie and Merrie barking after her. She ran right up to Thorn, who threw the ball last. Panting, she dropped it at his feet. Merrie came up next to her and got into a begging position, wiggling her ass and tail as she looked up and smiled.
It took a few minutes for all the bitches to gather. Most of them were panting from the effort, but just as many were smiling. Two of the bitches, Snuff Bait and Twenty-Eight, were flushed and covered in juices. Sable begged between them with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. When Sable caught Merrie looking at her, she gave Merrie a wink and wiggled her own ass.
Merrie didn't know how happier she could be.
Thorn held out the ball Grange. “Hey, Grange, you haven't thrown anything tonight.”
“Fuck off,” snapped the warrior. Merrie felt a twist of disgust for the abusive man. All of his bitches had bruises at the show as did Sable. But, unlike Dixie's apparent ability to heal, Sable had no magical healing.
Bass cleared his throat. “He doesn't have to throw it, Thorn.”
“No,” Thorn held it out again for Grange, “come on. It's fun.”
Borias reached out for the ball, but Grange snatched it away from Thorn. “Fine. I'll throw it.”
Moving quickly, he unbuckled his belt and placed the ball in it. He grabbed the ends and swung it over his head. A moment later, he released one of the ends of his belt and the ball shot out above the trees.
Merrie careened her neck to see it red ball flying high then coming down far beyond any other throw.
Borias sighed angrily. “Do you get dizzy because you are a colossal dick all the time?”
Merrie looked at Bass. The thriban was annoyed, his lips pressed tightly together and his two teeth sticking out predominately. Next to him, Tabitha was glaring daggers at Grange.
Grange shrugged. “This is a fucking waste of time. Just give out the Silk-damned prizes and let me get my new fuck holes to play with.”
Merrie whimpered softly and looked around. The other bitches were devastated by the sudden end to their game. She was sad because she was having fun. Then, she noticed Sable and Dixie looking at each other. There was something going on between them. Then, both looked at her with a silent question. They were going after the ball.
She smiled and barked. The bitches around her looked at her with surprise, but Merrie crawled through the back. As soon as she was clear, she was running as fast as she could crawl toward the ball. Sable and Dixie joined her and all three of them dove into the woods.
It took them over twenty minutes before they found it. Grange's throw managed to lodge the ball into a crack of a tree about two meters off the ground.
Merrie stared at with despair. She sat down next to Dixie, wondering if he would break out of his role as a puppy slave to crawl up the tree.
Sable, on the other hand, seemed untroubled by the tree. She looked over both of them, then smiled broadly. Reaching over, she bit down on Dixie's ear and dragged him to the tree. Dixie gave up a token struggle, then crouched down at the foot of the tree. His body glowed for a moment as a pulse of power coursed down the spectral leash.
Merrie stared at it, watching as he sent four pulses of power down the connection to Tabitha.
Sable barked once, then gestured for Merrie to crawl over to Dixie.
Obeying without hesitation, Merrie straddled Dixie's back. She braced herself as her hard nipples were teased by the contact against his skin. She leaned against the tree. Then planted herself firmer as she felt Sable crawling up her back.
Sable scrambled to perch herself on Merrie's shoulder. Merrie could feel the heat of her body against her back.
The first wave of power came rushing back down Dixie's connection. His body grew icy cold, then swelled up. Merrie let out a tiny shriek and struggled to remained balance as she felt the silfae transforming underneath her. Fur sprouted on the body between her legs and under her breasts, crushing Merrie's body as she was suddenly sandwiched between Sable and a good-sized wolf.
The second wave crashed into them and Dixie grew again, shoving them up the tree. A growl rumbled in his body and she felt the vibrations coursing long her inner thighs. It was a primal noise and one that started her body tingling with anticipation. She wondered if she would ever be the target of Dixie's lusts when he was in wolf form.
The final two waves crashed in one right after the other. Dixie grew with each one as his body broadened and his height increased.
Merrie felt her breath going quicker with the feeling of hard muscles between her legs. It was like fucking Bass, but something different. She walked her gloved, useless hands along the tree as Sable used her to reach up for the ball.
Suddenly, Sable was gone. Merrie looked up to see if she crawled on the tree, but the bitch and ball were both gone. She looked over her shoulder to see Sable prancing back to the mill with a ball in her hand.
Dixie let out a growl, then he shoved himself off the tree.
Merrie let out a shriek as she bounced off the tree and hit the ground hard. She spun over, knowing the charm would heal her, and shot out after Sable and Dixie. It only took a moment to catch up with them.
Sable and Dixie were wrestling on the ground. Dixie was rough as he shoved her around in his wolf form, but Sable was almost brutal as she bit and snapped at him. Her teeth dug into his legs as she growled. This time, Merrie was absolutely sure that Sable had wolf-like canines but only right before she dug into the Dixie's limb. When she pulled out, they were normal.
Merrie spotted the ball on the ground a few meters past the wrestling. She sneaked around and grabbed the ball. It was large, but not larger than Bass' cock that she frequently deep-throated. She gulped and started crawling toward the house. She only got a few steps before she heard Dixie and Sable stopping. She paused and looked over her shoulder.
They were both staring at her with a smile on their lips.
Knowing she was about to be tackled, Merrie tried to run.
She didn't make it.
Dixie slammed into her legs from behind and she tumbled to the side. The ball popped out of her mouth and rolled along the ground. It bounced twice before Sable caught it in mid-air and raced forced. He abandoned Merrie and chased after Sable.
Merrie felt a swell of excitement. They were having fun. She crawled as fast as she could after them. At the last minute, Dixie slowed and it was Merrie that jumped on Sable. She grabbed at breasts and legs, trying to pin Sable.
Dixie let out a bark as he grabbed the ball himself and bounded forward. He was strutting as he ran forward, just slow enough for Merrie to catch up.
Abandoning her efforts to hold Sable, Merrie joined the game and ran forward to tackle Dixie.
They wrestled as they took the ball back. Merrie was laughing so hard that she was crying and she couldn't breathe without pain, but she was having fun. She had a pack, friends. She didn't care about the charm or even the ball, just the enjoyment of the alphas and their beta.
They broke out of the trees as Dixie and Sable tackled her. She could barely see the house from the bodies pressed against her. The others, bitch and master alike, stared alike as Merrie wrestled against Dixie and Sable. As she struggled to keep the ball in her mouth with Sable half-kissing the ball to pull it out, she wished the others would join her.
Dixie bit down on Merrie's inner thigh, then swiped across her clitoris with his tongue. She let out a gasp at the intense sensation and Sable plucked the ball from her mouth.
Sable bounded forward only a few meters before Dixie jumped on her back and drove her into the ground.
Merrie laughed silently at the sight of Dixie humping the back of Sable's head as he tried to wrestle the ball out. She lifted her gaze to see the other bitches watching, curious but unmoving. Licker was in the back, dancing on one foot than the other as if she wanted to join in.
Remembering the wave of desire that Sable used to get them all to beg, Merrie wondered if she could convince the others to join in. She closed her eyes and tried to form the desire to join it. It was easy because she was having fun, but hard to solidify the idea into a clear-cut hunger to join in the wrestling. For the briefest of moments, she somehow got the idea. Grabbing it with her thoughts, she threw it out with all her might.
Instantly, the noises in front of her stopped. Merrie cracked open her eyes to see Sable and Dixie staring at her with complete shock. Sable's mouth opened and the ball rolled out of her mouth. Behind them, there was a flash of light as a wave of flickering power rolled across the clearing behind the house and crashed into the pack of puppy slaves.
Merrie wondered if she did something wrong. She backed up and crouched down, wanting to beg for forgiveness. She also wondered if that energy she was something she did, that she was capable of. She felt exhausted but excited, but it could have been from the wrestling and running.
Sable let out a bark of joy and her tail started to wag. She radiated surprise and affection and Merrie blinked back the sudden tears.
Next to Sable, Dixie made a soft grunting noise.
Merrie looked where he was gesturing to see the rest of the bitches running toward them. She crept forward and grabbed the ball from the ground. Prancing like Sable, she crawled up toward the charging pack knowing she was about to get buried.
Licker tackled Merrie and flipped her over. The ball flew in the air as Merrie landed on her back. Licker kissed Merrie on the throat and face. Another girl bumped up against Merrie before she dove between Merrie's outstretched legs to find her pussy.
The ball bounced twice before Useless Cunt caught it. Sable and Horny Holes tackled her and promptly abandoned the ball to start licking and teasing the pinned girl. Cock Diver didn't fare much better when she got the ball; it was seconds before Dixie was humping her face.
Merrie moaned as she gave up trying to get out from underneath Licker. The mouth on her pussy, and the fresh lips against her nipples were hard to fight. Licker slid forward and planted her pussy on her face. Obediently, Merrie dove her face into the wet slit and licked with all her might.
It took almost another hour before they could herd the bitches back into place. Merrie sat in the front, her breasts heaving and the taste of Licker, Fuckhole, and Twenty-Seven on her lips. Their pussy juices dried along her skin and she felt the intense afterglow still pulsing through her veins.
Borias was still laughing on the ground. Tears streamed down his face as he pounded the ground. Grange was a few meters away, with a dark look on his face. Bass and the others were laughing from their efforts to break the sudden orgy that took place on the ground.
“A-All right,” Bass struggled with his own booming laughter, “does anyone where the ball went?”
There was laughter, then Sable barked.
Bass went over to her. “Sable?”
Sable gestured to Licker. Licker looked around, then a quizzical look crossed her face. She rocked her hips a few times, then her eyes grew wide.
With a curious look, he walked over to Licker and crouched down. His hands stroked along her body before he slid his fingers between her legs. A frown ghosted across his face as Licker squirmed on his two fingers. Bass' expression turned to surprise, then playful admonishment.
“Sable.”
Sable shrugged and pretended to look sorry.
Bass wrapped his arm around Licker's waist and picked her off the ground. Turning around, Merrie could see him shove three fingers into Licker's shaved pussy, twisting and wiggling around.
Licker whimpered and clutched to him, her eyes crossing as a blush burned her sheets. Liquid excitement sparkled as it dribbled down her thighs and his arm.
It took a moment for Bass to ease the ball out of Licker's pussy. He set her down and shook the droplets off his other hand. Licker giggled and slumped forward, a happy look on her face.
“Let's give Ass Licker the points for that one.”
“O-Okay,” gasped Borias as he struggled to stop his laughter, “That be the best thing I've ever seen.”
“Bori,” warned Rendi as she stood up.
“Sorry, me mother, I'm trying.”
Rendi held out a piece of paper. “Today, the copper goes to Snapping Pussy, Cock Diver, Useless Cunt, Females Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight, and also to Silly Tits.”
After the trainers got the copper charms, Merrie held her breath, hoping she would win the silver but knowing she didn't.
“The silvers will go to Fuckhole, Horny Holes, Anal Cookie. Come on, pick up your charms.”
Rendi didn't let go of the box of charms, though, until after Grange picked out his charm. She gave the box to Garcon and picked up the tray of golden charms.
“And, I think Ass Licker deserves the gold for being a beautiful little bitch.”
Ass Licker gasped and looked around. She seemed surprised that she won.
Tabitha, on the other hand, let out a high-pitched squeal and ran into the gathered bitches. She swept up Licker and swung her around. “You're so cute!” She continued to swing around until she set Licker at Rendi's feet. With the same movement, Tabitha reached up and grabbed the golden charm without looking. She flipped it over and squealed again. “And you going to have the prettiest sets of tits ever!”
Merrie wondered if the word “sets” was right, but she realized she didn't win anything.
Borias groaned. “How does she pick the Lazarus charm every damn time?”
“Talent,” chuckled Bass.
Bass stepped forward. “All right-”
Tabitha let out another breathy squeal as she clipped on the charm.
Bass looked down at her. “Tabitha?”
“Yes?”
“Can I make announcements?”
“Sure,” Tabitha turned back to Licker, grabbed her around the throat with both hands, and pulled the teenage girl into a long, passionate kiss. Licker shivered at the touch, then leaned into the kiss herself. Her body clenched and unclenched slowly as Tabitha held her close.
Bass adjusted his hardness in his trousers. “Okay, we need to shift the bitches around. I'm moving Useless Cunt, Fuckhole, and Twenty-Eight to Bori. Piffin will get Snuff Bait, Ass Licker, and Anal Cookie. Thorn?”
“Yes?”
“I'm sticking you with two, Horny Holes and Twenty-Seven. Try not to hurt your dick again, please?”
“Sorry.”
“I'll take Seven when he heals and Throat Fucked. Silly Tits will go to Tabitha to be cropped-”
Tabitha let out a cooing noise and looked lustfully at Sama who blanched.
“That means that Cock Diver and Pillow Chest will go to Grange.”
Grange growled, “Fuck you all.” He strode in front of Bass to grab Diver and Pillow by their collars and dragged them out for the other.
Bass watched with discomfort. His hand tightened into a fist until the door slammed in the house. He looked away sadly. “All right, that's it. Come on, Cunt and Throat, let's get a beer before heading up.”
“Um,” Tabitha spoke from kneeling on the ground in front of Licker. The humor and joy in her voice was gone and her voice seemed to cut through the noise. “Is Cunt staying with you?”
Bass nodded. “I have that choice.” He turned away and gestured for Merrie, “Come on-”
Tabitha stood up sharply. “Five shares.”
Silence slammed down. Borias and the others stared at shock. The bitches looked confused but then Merrie found the alphas. Sable was sad and tears glittered on her cheeks. Dixie sat next to her with a determined look on his face. Merrie peered back at Bass and for once felt emotion radiating from him.
Sadness.
Tabitha took a step toward him. “Ten shares.”
Bass held up his hand. When he turned around, there was only a blank look on his face. Merrie could feel the emotions radiating from his body: sadness, anger, frustration, and fear. “You haven't vetoed me in eight years, Tabby.”
“Not since Dixie.” Tabitha spoke in a hard voice as she held her ground, “but it was important to me. Fif-”
Bass interrupted her. “Say your will.”
“Cunt is an alpha and you are in danger of bonding.”
Bass jerked as if he was just struck. He gulped as the tension in the air grew uncomfortable. He balled his hands into fists and focused on Merrie.
Merrie squirmed, knowing she was now the center of attention.
“You've,” Bass spoke in almost in a whisper, “been speaking to Bori, have you?”
“I don't need a limp dick mage to tell me what I saw. She's an alpha and I can prove it.”
The sadness gathered around Bass and Sable. Bass' yellowed eyes grew liquid from sudden tears gathering in them.
He sighed. “Prove it.”
Tabitha nodded once. “Piffin, here.” She pointed. Turning around, she pointed to Merrie. “Stay. Sable, there.” She pointed next to Merrie. “Dixie.” No words were needed. Both alphas crawled up next to Merrie and sat down.
The other bitches pulled back, watching with curiosity and confusion. Merrie whimpered and wanted to crawl into the ground. She knew she was about to lose Bass, but there was nothing she could do. She didn't know what to do.
Piffin sighed dramatically and stood in front of the two alphas and the beta. Tabitha whispered in his ears for a few moments.
Curious, Merrie reached out with her mind. She couldn't read Tabitha, but she could feel Piffin's emotions as clear as a book. He was excited, though he didn't show it, and controlled at the same. She knew his obsessions, the need for perfection in obeying commands. She could feel him about to give orders.
Tabitha spun on her heels and walked next to Bass. She turned back to the Piffin and the three bitches. “Begin.”
Piffin's mind grew quiet. “Sit.”
By the time Merrie got into the perfect sitting position, Dixie and Sable were already there.
“Beg.”
Again, the two alphas were in the perfect position before Merrie could move. She frowned as she wondered how they moved so fast.
When the next command came, she realized that they were moving before he opened his mouth. They knew what he would say. She rolled on her back for the “lay” command. In the split second before the next command, she reached out with her mind and tried to listen that way.
(Sit.) “Sit.”
It was just a heartbeat before the words came out of her mouth. Merrie felt a rush of excitement and threw herself into sitting position.
(Crouch.)
She threw herself into crouching before she heard his command.
“Crouch.” A pause. (Sit.)
Merrie jumped into a sitting position and got into place before she heard the word. The next command came faster and she was overwhelmed by the lust radiating off Piffin, but she knew his commands.
She snapped into position, just like Sable and Dixie. The next command came and they were working in unison, snapping in the correct and most perfect position before she could hear the words.
The rush continued to fill her as she basked in Piffin's growing lust. He wanted her and his cock tented his pants with desire. She wanted him just as much, but he needed her to obey commands.
In the quiet back yard of the mill, the two alphas and beta obeyed commands in perfect synchronization. There was no hesitation, no pausing. Just commands that were obeyed as soon as they left his mouth.
(Sit.) “Calheil.”
Merrie hesitated as the strange word, but then got into a sitting position. Sable and Dixie were already there.
Piffin gave another command in the same foreign language, but his mind was clear what he wanted. She rolled over, then obeyed the next. After a few more commands in the unknown language, she was back in sync with the two alphas.
He continued to give commands, moving with a steady beat. Command, shift, command. It was a rush to obey such a rapid series and Merrie felt her pussy tingling with the submission. She could be Piffin's bitch if he would just keep giving orders. She reached out hungrily, wanting to be the perfect slave.
Her body grew hot as he stopped speaking but his mind continued to give commands.
(Beg.) She begged.
(Sit.) She sat.
(Roll over.) She rolled over and hungered for more.
(Crouch.) She obeyed.
(Sit.) Her body ignited into flames as she came from just obeying commands. She needed him, hungered for him. Everything spun around her as she saw a spectral leash reaching out for Piffin. She knew it was buried in her heart and it would just be a matter of-
Dixie and Sable both bit her at the same time. Two sets of sharp teeth punctured skin and dug into the muscles of her shoulders. There was a surge of power and then Dixie transformed into a wolf. With a growl, he ripped her body off Sable's teeth and threw Merrie back away from Piffin.
Merrie let out a scream as she flew through the air. She hit the ground hard in a dull crunch, then bounced once. She flailed for the ground as it came rushing up and smashed into her body. She winced and let out a sob as the overwhelming feeling loneliness crashed into her. Her injuries healed as the charm around her collar glowed.
She had tried to bond with Piffin. Not because of love, but because of the incredible desire to be his perfectly obedient slave.
With a sob, she curled into a tight ball and cursed the day she was kidnapped. It wasn't fair. She wanted Bass more than anything else. But, at the same time, she realized she wanted all of the masters except Grange and Thorn. She wanted to be theirs forever.
Bass sighed but didn't come close. “Okay, you proved your point. Bori, go get Grange.”
Merrie didn't have to look up to feel the overwhelming cloud of sadness that hung around Bass and Sable. Bass wanted her, he always did. He knew she would become an alpha, but resisted say the words. It felt like Tabitha had torn out Merrie's heart and taken away the man she loved.
Sable crawled over to Merrie and sat down next to her. She slumped forward and rested her chin on Merrie's shaking shoulder. (It will be okay, pack sister.)
The Sable's words in her head only made it worse. Merrie cried louder. She wanted to Bass to come to her, comfort her. She didn't want to lose her compassionate master.
“What,” grumbled Grange as he slammed through the door, “the fuck do you want?”
“A meeting, Grange.”
“Azus,” snapped Borias, “you be beating up you girls already?”
“Shut the fuck up, murderer.”
“Quiet!” barked Bass and Merrie jerked at the loud noise.
Silence filled the back yard. Merrie peeked up to see Bass standing with his back to Merrie, addressing the trainers. “Bori was right, Happy Cunt is an alpha. Which means-”
“Beta,” interrupted Piffin.
Bass stared at him. “What?”
“An unbonded alpha is called a beta.”
“Whatever. Cunt is a,” Bass gestured to Piffin, “beta if you want. The last alpha we saw was Kessler's bitch and she sold for nineteen million marks.”
"Azus' blessed crap," gasped Borias.
“Sable originally sold for twelve million. So, I can't stress how important it is that she remains without a master. None of us want another Sable incident, do we?”
Next to her, Sable tensed.
Bass continued, “We also lost out with Dixie because he bonded.”
“Wouldn't have sold him,” muttered Tabitha.
“Yes, and you blew two year's worth of shares to prove that. But, even if we get half of that nineteen, that will ensure this mill is open for the rest of our lives. So, this is what we are going to do. First, Bori gets fifty shares.”
Borias looked surprised but Grange snapped out.
“What the fuck!?”
Bass glared at Grange. “Fifty shares for being the first to identify an alpha.”
Tabitha joined in. “It's in the fucking contract, Grange. Oh wait, it's right under picking out a champion. You wouldn't have gotten that far.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
Tabitha growled, a deep sound. There was a tingle of power and both Tabitha and Dixie began to slow.
“Stop it!” yelled Bass.
When Tabitha backed away, Bass continued.
“Alphas bond when they have strong emotions toward their masters. That means fear, anger, desire,” he swallowed as the sadness grew stronger, “and love. Which means we have to rotate Cunt around to prevent her from ever attaching from any of us. I think we should move her to Grange to-”
Tabitha spoke up sharply. “Ten more shares.”
Bass stopped. “Vetoing me again, Tabitha?”
“Yes, because you were going to give her to Grange to get it over with. I'm taking charge of Cunt's training from now on.”
Bass opened his mouth to argue, but Tabitha spoke sharply. “Twenty shares.”
A glower stormed across the thriban's face. “No.”
“Thirty.”
“Tabitha, don't do this.”
“Fifty shares, Bass. You are no longer in charge of Cunt.” There was anger and determination in her voice. She stepped toward Bass as the air grew tight. Power radiated along the connections to the alphas as Merrie felt a fight about to break out.
Sable let out a sudden sad sigh as Bass' shoulders slumped. Next to Tabitha, Dixie nodded with the unvoiced decision.
Merrie knew what was coming. She could feel it before the words came out of his mouth. She let out a long wail of loss as Bass spoke.
“Cunt is yours.”