A whine tore from Merrie's throat as she stared at Bass. She couldn't believe that he would just give up on her so easily. She didn't know what Tabitha meant by announcing shares, but whatever she said made him toss Merrie aside without a fight. She thought he loved her, but now he was turning her back. She took a step forward, her gloved hands hitting the ground. Whimpering, she reached out for him with her other hand, begging with wordless cries.
Tabitha let out an annoyed sigh, stepped back, and slammed her hand down. Merrie felt her collar jerking against her throat. And Tabitha pulled up before slamming Merrie face-first into the ground.
The ground punched Merrie's face and stars exploded across her vision. A flash of pain seared along her senses, radiating from where her chin and nose were smashed into the ground. She opened her mouth to sob and tasted dirt against her lips and tongue.
“Down,” commanded Tabitha as she shoved Merrie's collar into the ground again.
The pressure on her neck increased. Merrie dropped to the ground to try relieving the pressure. Her knees scraped against the ground and rocks tore at her breasts, leaving tiny scrapes along the soft skin.
Tabitha relaxed her grip sightly but the pressure refused to let Merrie pick her head off the ground.
Merrie found that she could look up, but seeing Bass walking into the house tore another sob from her throat. Licker and Sable were following after him, walking slowly as they watched her with tear-filled eyes. Bass, on the other hand, didn't look back as he disappeared into the house.
Her heart torn in half with despair, she rested her head against the ground and let the tears roll down her face.
“Pathetic,” muttered Tabitha. She knelt down next to Merrie and transferred the collar to her other hand.
The humor of the dog show now gone, the other trainers took their bitches into the house. Borias was the last. He leaned against the door frame to let Cunt, Fuckhole, and Twenty-Eight pass. His eyes were bright as he stared at Merrie.
Tabitha's grip on the collar tightened. “You have a problem, Bori?”
Borias focused on the silfae. “You know I like her, right?”
“And when she gets cropped, you'll get your chance at fucking her.”
Merrie shuddered at the hard words. She could feel the collar's magic rising up, turning the anticipation of being amputated into a steady throb of pleasure centered between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, trying to fight the collar's control. She didn't want to find pleasure in being cropped, she wanted to go back to her master, any master besides the woman holding her down.
Borias looked over to Merrie. “Sorry, girl.”
“Yeah, yeah. You'll get most of her back, Bori. Now shut the fucking door and train your bitches.”
Borias snapped at Tabitha. “You're a bitch, you know that?”
Tabitha lifted Merrie's collar and jammed it back into the ground. “Eat me.”
He didn't answer her. He gave Merrie one last, longing look, then closed the door between them. She could barely hear the latch clicking, but it felt like a shot through her heart.
“They're all fucking pussies,” said Tabitha. She released the collar as she stood up. She wiped her hand on her thighs and turned her back to the house. “You can't fall for these bitches.”
She headed for the tree line.
Merrie trembled as she pushed herself on her hands and knees. Her body ached from Tabitha's harsh actions. She stared up at the mill, hoping that Bass would somehow rescue her. She knew he wouldn't. As much as she wanted him to, he had given her away and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Cunt!”
Merrie jerked at the sound. She looked over her shoulder, then turned around as Tabitha pointed to the ground. Slowly, she crawled toward Tabitha, not wanting to go with her new mistress.
“If you aren't here by the count of two, I will crop you right here and now.”
The collar's magic rose up and she felt the tickle of pleasure coursing along her body. She suddenly wanted to roll over, spread her legs, and beg to be torn apart. Just as she knew that Bass wouldn't rescue her, she also knew that Tabitha wouldn't do it. But it didn't stop the hungry, irrational desire to be cropped right on the grass.
“One.”
Merrie hurried forward on her knees and palms. She trembled as she felt Tabitha's glare on her body. When Tabitha pointed angrily at the ground next to her, Merrie rushed forward and stopped next to her.
"I hate cropping Bass' bitches. He drowns you fucking bitches in kindness and compassion, which means I have you tear your damned heart out just to do my job." She growled deep in her chest. “Come on, Dixie. I'm sure the wimp is whining again.”
Dixie was sitting on the other side of Tabitha. He let out a sharp bark, then trotted ahead. His bare hands curled up so he could walk along his knees. He accelerated into a trot, heading straight for the trees.
Tabitha looked down. “Heel.”
At her sharp voice, Merrie shuddered and crawled after Tabitha. The silfae walked forward at a brisk rate and Merrie had to hurry to keep up. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she followed Tabitha to a path that lead deeper into the woods.
Merrie hadn't paid much attention to the woods while they were playing fetch, but now that she was walking toward a terrible fate, the dark woods were sinister and terrifying. The last of the sunlight peeked through the canopy and left little stars of purple color on the ground.
Tabitha didn't slow nor stop. She continued to walk just outside of Merrie's reach along the well-worn path. They came up to a stream and she hopped across, peering over her shoulder as Merrie tried to navigate.
“Just go through the fucking water.”
Merrie winced and plodded through the water. The cold liquid leaked through the laces of her gloves and boots. She tried to shake her hand free, but the water just sloshed around her bent knuckles.
Ahead of her, Tabitha tugged at the fabric covering her breasts. She found the knot and untied it. With a sigh of contentment, she pulled it off her body and balled it one hand. A few seconds later, the cloth over her hips joined the other one and she walked along the trail naked.
Two weeks ago, Merrie would have stopped in shock, but now she just inspected Tabitha's body from the view of a sex slave. Tabitha was thin, but well defined. Muscles shifted smoothly as she walked and from Merrie's vantage point, she had a boyish ass that flexed with every long step. Despite her misgivings of her new mistress, Merrie wondered what it would be like to nuzzle her mouth between the two hard lines of Tabitha's ass, or be ground against the thick patch of pubic hair that was visible even from behind.
The trail came to a sudden end at the entrance of a cave. It looked natural at first, but then Merrie saw hewn rocks shoring up one side of the entrance and thick timbers bracing the dark tunnel that lead into the ground. Somewhere deep inside the bowels of the earth, a yellow-orange light flickered ominously. A pitiful moaning came rising up from the depths and Merrie shivered at the helplessness of the sound.
Tabitha stopped part of the way down and turned around. “Are you coming, Cunt?”
The wail rose up again and Merrie whimpered. She didn't want to know what horrors Tabitha had down there. She couldn't step back either, terrified of what the silfae would do to her.
Annoyance flashed across Tabitha's face. She stormed back up.
Merrie looked around, but couldn't move. Her stomach clenched violently as she tensed up for a strike. But, Tabitha didn't hit her. Instead, the naked silfae crouched down in front of her and grabbed Merrie's collar with both hands.
“I can't stand doe-eyed little submissives who get off when someone throws you to the ground and fuck whatever hole you happen to provide.”
Pleasure coursed through Merrie at the memory of Bass raping her in the middle of the mill yard, in front of everyone.
Tabitha snarled and yanked Merrie to her face. Her hands squeezed tightly as her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat. "Look, you may cream at the thought of being abused by Bass' little dick, but I can't stand it. As far as I am concerned, you are only good for being cropped," she jerked the collar, “broken,” another jerk, “and sold.”
Merrie's pussy was burning hot. She could feel the moisture gathering along her labia. She didn't want to be excited with Tabitha's threats, but the sense of helplessness sent the passion burning her body. It radiated along her insides, spreading out to fill her breasts, arms, and throat.
Tabitha stared at her for a moment, then threw her down. “Fucking submissives.”
Spinning on her heels, the silfae stormed down. “Cunt! Get your fucking ass down here!”
Her fear of the cave was gone, replaced with a heated lust to be dominated once again by Tabitha. She could still feel the woman's knuckles against her throat, pulling her around like she was nothing but a toy. She let out a soft smile to herself and crawled down into the cave.
It was larger than she expected. Maybe ten meters across and roughly circular. At the far end was a huge hearth with a fire inside it. The flames were bright, almost white, and the heat rolled out of the stone fireplace. There were four niches carved into the side of the room, two on each side. They were plain looking except for the blankets and pillows heaped on each ledge.
The center of the room caught her attention. It was a depression about two meters across and filled with grass, leaves, and branches. She thought it was for a fire, but with the hearth radiating heat, there was no way Tabitha would need even warmth in the cave. Even in the few seconds she since she crawled down, she could feel the sweat prickling her skin.
Tabitha headed straight for the flames. “Go check on the wimp. I'll check on dinner.”
Dixie barked and headed for one of the niches. Tabitha headed to the fire were a pot was hung over the corner of the flames. Steam rose out of it and there were splatters of a dark liquid along the outer edge.
Merrie was ignored. She felt uncomfortable standing there, but she didn't know what to do. She glanced at Tabitha's back; the silfae was standing almost in the fire naked and looked at ease. Morbidly curious, she peered back up the slope leading out of the cave.
“I wouldn't.”
Merrie jumped and looked back, but Tabitha was leaning over the pot. She spoke without looking at Merrie.
“Right now, your precious Bass is fucking his bitches as loudly as he could. Not just because he loves fucking bitches, but because he's terrified of hearing you scream. If you run,” Tabitha finally glared at her, “I promise you he will hear you.”
Merrie shivered at the realization that she was trapped with a door wide open.
“No matter how fast you run, Cunt, I'll catch you. I can see in the dark, smell you for a kilometer, and I regenerate considerably faster than that little charm of yours. Frankly, you couldn't stop me even if you cut off my head.” Setting down her spoon, she strode over to Merrie. “Might as well get you comfortable.”
Merrie cringed as Tabitha loomed over her. She felt her body growing tight with anticipation. She was scared but also right on the edge of hope that Tabitha would do something that send a thrill through her body.
Tabitha's hand snapped out and grabbed Merrie's collar. Merrie felt a flash of pleasure as Tabitha dragged her forward to the one of the beds. Even as she was scrambling to get enough purchase to ease the pain on her neck, she felt pleasure coursing through her body. She was being used, dominated, and it was the same intoxicating thrill that Bass gave her. At the bed on the same side as the niche Dixie was in, Tabitha stopped. She held Merrie up by the collar.
Merrie was forced into a begging position, but her ass was pulled off the ground. The hard metal of her collar dug into her jaw painfully. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she brought them up, not to hold it but to beg.
“Pathetic,” muttered Tabitha. She reached down with her other hand. Her fingers bumped against Merrie's belly, then she drove her fingers down. Merrie's pussy clenched with anticipation as Tabitha drove four fingers into the wet opening and picked her off the ground.
It was painful being held up by her neck and pussy, but Merrie let out a gasping moan as Tabitha deposited her on the niche. Despite being made of stone, there was almost a quarter meter of blankets and pillows. Merrie sank down into it, surprised at the softness.
Tabitha yanked her legs over the edge until she was sitting. “Let's get those stupid gloves and boots off.”
Merrie inhaled sharply as a strange fear crossed over her. She didn't want them off, that would mean she was about to be cropped. She tilted her legs away from Tabitha.
The silfae grabbed her knees and slammed them together. “Look, Cunt, you aren't getting cropped tonight.” She flicked out her index finger and a claw formed from her fingernail. She grabbed Merrie's left boot and sliced down through the laces. “However, we have rules here. Anyone who does magic has rules. Just as that limp-dicked thriban must honor every fucking promise he makes, I must do this.”
She yanked the boot off Merrie. The hot air felt strange against Merrie's bared toes. She kept her foot straight, it was the most comfortable position after a week of bondage. She felt the heat rising in her body, the collar's magic turning her anticipation of being cropped into an intense pleasure.
Tabitha grabbed the other. “Tomorrow, you'll be like all the other pussies. You'll run and I'll catch you. I'll bite off your arms and legs. You'll scream and Bass will cry. I might even shed a tear, but it will be because you weren't even remotely a challenge.”
Merrie stared down as her mind struggled. There was fear, she could feel it, but it was distant. She knew it was the collar keeping it back, turning it into a hot lust to be horribly mutilated. She wanted to scream, to cry, but all she could do was moan softly as her nipples grew hard and her pussy wetter.
Tabitha tossed the ruined boot to the side. She looked up at Merrie, then down. “You should be screaming. You should be begging for freedom now. You should be peeing in fear. Instead, because of that cursed collar, I bet you are almost creaming, aren't you?”
Blushing, Merrie nodded guiltily. With Tabitha in front of her, it seemed horribly wrong that she was getting off on the idea of being cropped. She wanted Tabitha to grab her, to finger her, to do anything to let her come. She spread her legs to give her exposure to her aching pussy.
Tabitha rolled her eyes. “I don't give bitches pleasure. If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you.” She stood up and grabbed Merrie's glove. With her finger, she sliced through the laces.
Whimpering, Merrie shivered. She was terrified of going days without sex again, it haunted her. She felt her body growing hotter and she whimpered pitifully.
“Oh, don't give me that fucking whine. Bass has rules. You'll go to be with cum in your mouth. If you're lucky, I'll even let Dixie or the wimp get you off. Otherwise, I'm just going to fuck your face until I come.”
She yanked off the other glove and tossed it aside. Merrie felt naked as she stared up at her rough mistress.
Tabitha grabbed her collar and unhooked the charm. Unlike the gloves, she reached up above the niche and carefully set it on a shelf.
Merrie looked up.
“Don't you fucking whine.”
She returned her attention to the silfae in front of her.
“I'm not punishing you. Rendi's magic interferes with my own. That charm tries to heal you back to your natural physical state. When I crop you, I have to change that so you can never heal from your cropping. If I just tore off your arms,” Merrie shuddered as the induced pleasure licked at her senses, “then in a few days, they would be right back. Without the charm, my magic will transform you so your natural state will be the stubby little bitch you are to become. In four days, you'll get your precious charm again and you will,” she leaned forward, “never be walking again in your life.”
Tabitha grabbed Merrie's hands and pulled her to her feet.
Unused to standing, Merrie started to fall. Tabitha caught her with strong arms. Merrie slumped against her shoulder, feeling humiliated as she tried to stand up.
“Come on, Cunt, stand like you aren't a bitch.”
Merrie shook as she tried to balance again.
“Grab me.”
With a focus, Merrie grabbed Tabitha by the shoulder. Her legs ached as she tried to flattened her foot. Pain shot up her legs and crashed into the pleasure. She let out a gasp as she forced one foot down.
“There we go. Just work at one foot at a time,” Tabitha almost sounded compassionate. She reached out and held Merrie by the hips, directing her to stand like a human once again. When Merrie took the first step forward, Tabitha moved with her, standing back.
“Good. Again. Another step. Good. Now, can you stand your own?”
Merrie pulled her hands away from Tabitha. The world swam and she fought the overwhelming urge to drop to her knees.
“Don't you dare,” threatened Tabitha.
Merrie fought with her inclinations and managed to stand on her own. It felt strange, foreign, to stand on two feet. She missed the comforting pressure of the gloves and boots. Her surroundings had become alien, standing up instead of crawling.
Tabitha seemed happy with Merrie's progress, or as happy as the silfae could get. “Well, it doesn't entirely suck. Okay, I need to feed the wimp now. You need to walk around and get used to your feet. I'm sure you are capable of serving yourself or have you become such a slut that you don't know how to swallowing anything that doesn't come out of a dick?”
Merrie didn't know how to answer the question. She gave a hesitant nod, then pointed to the bowl near the flames.
“Walk first. You can go up the slope to the cave but no more than… say ten paces from the entrance. And if I hear you calling out to Bass, you'll regret it.” The last came out as a growl.
Merrie shook her head and took another step. It hurt from muscles beginning to atrophy and she winced. She took another step, then a third. As she managed the fourth, she felt a prickling of Tabitha's emotions rising up. Underneath the waves of disappointment and annoyance, there was just a hint of approval. She didn't dare peek back at the silfae; instead she started toward the niches on the other side of the room.
She walked around for almost a half hour. As she got used to walking again, and feeling less a bitch and more of a naked, sweaty human, Merrie struggled with her fingers. They resisted just like her feet, but soon she could stretch them out. As she stared down at her outstretched fingers, she realized that it was only a day before she would never see them again.
The realization sent a sharp, acidic bolt of pleasure through her body. It teased her senses and she thought about her breakdown on the stairs. Borias' words came back to her, telling her to pretend she couldn't pick up anything, touch anything, grab anything. It just fueled the pleasure in her veins and she staggered against the wall with the desire to shove her fingers between her legs.
Panting for breath, she looked down at her hard nipples and sweat-covered breasts. The cave was hot and it was hard to breath, but she was afraid to walk out even with Tabitha's permission.
She glanced up to where Tabitha sat on the edge of the niche with Seven. Dixie was on the bed, his head sticking out from the blankets and a happy smile on his lips. Seven also had his head sticking out, but tears ran down his cheeks as he swallowed from the spoon Tabitha' offered.
“Come on, wimp, put a little back into it or I'm going to have Dixie rape your ass again.”
Seven gasped and took another spoonful. She swirled it around in the bowl and brought up another.
“Again.”
He resisted and she leaned forward. “Another bite or Dixie….” She left the sentence hanging but it inspired Seven to eat.
“You are pathetic. Another,” she said.
Her words were hard, cruel, but they were obviously working.
Merrie padded to the hearth, where the heat rolled off in waves, and grabbed a bowl herself. It almost slipped from her fingers, but she served herself and started toward her niche.
“Keep walking.”
Guiltily, Merrie held the hot bowl in one hand and ate with the other. To her surprise, it was good and hearty. She finished one bowl, then another before her stomach gurgled contently. She set the bowl down near the hearth, but whens she stood up, Tabitha was standing right in front of her. They were less than a decimeter apart.
Merrie let out a gasp and started back. The fire seared her foot before Tabitha grabbed her collar and yanked her forward.
“You are pathetic.”
Merrie blushed in humiliation.
“But, this next step will be easier with you. On the bed with Seven and Dixie.”
Obeying, Merrie walked over to the bed and crawled on the soft covers. It was deep, but it also smelled of blood and sweat. Seven peeked up from the covers, terror burning his eyes. He cringed but his movement bumped up against Dixie who let out a deep growl in his tiny chest.
Tabitha crawled next to her. She jammed her hand into the blankets. Seven let out a wail of pain as she fished his arm out. Merrie took one look at it and blanched.
Seven was cropped. His arm ended at the elbow, just like Licker. The wound was ragged but not bleeding, like a hunk of beef hanging on a hook. At the end was the bright white of the bone.
Tabitha planted her hands over the end and Seven let out a shriek. She glared at him. “Shut up, wimp.” She focused on Merrie. “Distract him.”
Merrie didn't know what to do. She looked helplessly at Dixie.
Dixie rolled his eyes, then used his mouth to pull away the blankets.
When Seven's body was exposed, she looked him over; he was a slender, frail-looking man before but with his legs cut off at the knees gave him a dwarf-like appearance. His cock was good-sized but soft. It looked like a wrinkled nut and there were scratches covering his chest and shoulders.
Merrie reached out for Seven to pull him into a hug. At the same time, she let out a pulse of emotion, compassion and comfort.
He looked at her with surprise, then desperation. With a sob, he leaned into her and buried his face into her neck. Sobs tore through his body as he tried to wrap his one amputated arm around her shoulders.
Dixie continued to pull away the blankets until Seven was bared to the hot air. As the bitch shivered, Dixie crouched behind him. The little silfae smiled up at Merrie, then reached down to stroke his cock. Energy rose up, a light that didn't reflect off the environment. Merrie watched as Dixie's tiny cock grew and blossomed. It spread out into a wide, wedge-like shape, then stretched out until it was a huge dog cock sprouting from his tiny from.
Seven let out a sob and tensed up. His mouth worked silently against Merrie's skin, but she couldn't read his lips. Instead, she stared down at the purple and red cock that bounced in the air.
Dixie let out a soft growling noise followed by a bark.
Seven shuddered and lifted his hips, exposing his asshole to Dixie's dog cock.
Merrie felt a surge of excitement, of anticipation, as she watched with rapt fascination as Dixie aimed the tip of the huge cock against Seven's ass. She squirmed as the excitement filled her, firing the inferno inside her. She wanted to be closer, to be underneath, when Dixie pushed inside.
Dixie grabbed Seven's hips and drove forward. The cock speared the wrinkled opening and stretched it open. Centimeters of thick, swollen cock disappeared into Seven's body and Merrie felt a hunger flaring up inside her. She wanted Dixie inside her ass just as she did Bass. She bit her lower lip as she watched Dixie forcing his cock into Seven's rectum.
Seven, on the other hand, tightened up and clutched Merrie tightly. The pressure from Dixie's penetration drove him against her. Seven's body crushed Merrie against the stone wall of his niche; she could feel her nipples grinding against his chest.
Tabitha let out a soft crooning noise. It became a song, rough and guttural. As she sang, power rose up along her body and reflected off Dixie. It sank into Seven's body and the slave let out a scream of pain.
Merrie stared in shock, but Tabitha's eyes had became hazy, almost pure white, as she clutched to the ragged end of Seven's arm.
Seven tried to jerk his hand away from her grip.
Dixie thrust hard and drove Seven into Merrie. Seven stopped trying to free himself for a moment but as soon as Dixie's swollen cock buried itself into his ass, he started up again.
Merrie realized what she was to distract Seven from. She thought about Licker and how she stopped her from activating the collar. Inspired, Merrie pushed Seven back into Dixie's cock. The male slave let out a higher wail of pain, but Merrie silenced him by kissing him.
Seven's breath was hot against her lips. He was screaming into her mouth, but it died down as he realized what she was doing.
Merrie grabbed his chest and held him tightly, feeling his body jerking as Dixie began to fuck his ass. She forced Seven's mouth open and darted her tongue inside. He opened it submissively and she took advantage to tease his insides. She trail her hands down his chest, careful to avoid his injuries, until she could wrap her fingers around his cock.
In her hand, Seven's shaft grew harder. With every thrust of Dixie's cock, it jerked in her hand. She cupped his balls and stroked twice for every one of Dixie's thrusts.
The screams died down until he was whimpering against her mouth. His body continued to jerk forward and Merrie felt a flash of hunger, wanting to feel the slick cock in her hands buried inside her own pussy.
Not caring if Tabitha would punish her, Merrie forced her leg underneath Seven until she could free it on the other side of his hips. She felt vulnerable, exposed. She was straddling him, or he was caught between her legs. Panting, she inched her hips forward and lowered herself to the bed.
Seven froze and held his breath. His eyes snapped open as Merrie dropped herself to the blankets and spread her legs wide. He broke the kiss to stare at her incredulously.
Merrie smiled and nodded. She gathered up her own lust and pushed it out. She could feel it pouring into Seven and his cock surged in her hand. Giving an encouraging gesture, she reached around his hips and pulled him into her.
The feeling of a hard cock, even one relatively small as Seven's, almost pushed Merrie into an orgasm. She clutched tightly to him, holding his frail body to her own as his length buried deep into her soaked pussy.
Dixie continued to drive into his ass, but as he nestled into the V of Merrie's legs, it gave the tiny silfae a better angle. He smiled fiercely as he drove into Seven which force the slave's cock deep into Merrie's pussy. When Dixie pulled out, so did Seven. They found a rhythm, with Dixie fucking Merrie using Seven as a proxy.
Seven and Merrie moaned. Neither was moving, but both of them were being fucked. She grabbed his face and stared into his eyes, encouraging him more as his cock continued to slid deep into her body. She could feel his cock spasm, trying to come, but the pressure of Dixie's shaft in his ass prevented anything from coming out.
Merrie peered over Seven's shoulder to where the swollen purple cock was sliding in and out. She wondered if it would be different to see two guys fucking, but all she could see was a puppy slave being fucked in the ass. It didn't matter that there was a hard cock driving into her, just that Seven was a bitch just like herself.
She didn't know when Tabitha moved, but she vaguely remembered the Sivlir silfae holding one arm, then another. Instead, her entire world was focused on staring into Seven's eyes and enjoying the feel of his cock thrusting deep inside her.
Then, Tabitha was whispering in her ear. “Come.”
It wasn't a magical command. The collar didn't send a bolt pleasure or force it out of her, but Merrie couldn't think of anything but obeying the whispered command. She let out and her world turned into a maelstrom of pleasure and ecstasy. Her orgasm, long-building, crashed into her and she yanked Seven into her.
From behind, Dixie let out a howl and thrust hard, forcing his entire dog cock into Seven's. Seven's shaft exploded inside her, coating her insides with cum as Dixie pumped his seed into Seven.
To Merrie, it felt like two guys were filling her at the same time, which only sent her further into a spiral of pleasure and hunger. She clutched tightly as her body shuddered around him. Too soon, the pleasure faded and left behind an afterglow that made the cave seem cold. She looked around with half-lidded eyes and realized that both Dixie and Tabitha were sitting on the floor and eating. There was a timelessness to the cave and she felt like she was slipping through it faster than she could perceive it.
Merrie pulled herself off of Seven's cock. The bitch slid to the side and curled up. When he pulled his arms up to his chest, Merrie saw that they were no longer a ragged wound with bone sticking out, but smoothed over skin. It looked as if he was born that way instead of being amputated only a day before.
With cum dripping from her pussy, she crawled off the niche. For a moment, she was tempted to remain on her hands and knees, but she knew Tabitha wanted her to walk. Pulling herself into a standing position, she moaned as the cum ran down her inner thighs. Unsure where to go, she walked over to where Tabitha and Dixie ate and sat down next to them.
Tabitha swallowed before she spoke. "You actually weren't too pathetic there. Violated most of Bass' rules, but it actually helped."
Merrie looked down at the ground, unsure of how to respond.
The silfae pointed to Seven's bed. “He actually had some resistance, which surprised me. He just gave up when I finally caught up with him. And then, he set off his fucking collar and just laid there limply for me to crop him.” She let out a disgusted snort. “I hate submissives. You,” she pointed at Merrie, “are just going to roll over and let me crop you. I'd be surprised if you actually run like you're suppose to.”
Tabitha turned to Dixie and smiled. “Not like my little bitch here. Dixie,” she reached out and stroked his head, “fought until the last minute. He actually bit me when we were fighting and I threw him over the fence in surprise. It was,” she sighed, “the sexiest thing I had ever seen.”
Dixie smiled broadly and wagged his tail. He gave his bowl a final slurp and sat back.
“Of course,” Tabitha continued, “I pretty much raped him for three days after that, but still… he made cropping worth it.”
She grabbed his leather collar and dragged him closer. Dixie let out a soft growling noise before Tabitha bit him on the nose. Dixie stopped immediately, but Tabitha just released her teeth and rubbed noses to him.
Merrie felt like an intruder as a familiar emotion filled the cave: love. It was far different than Sable and Bass, but what Dixie and Tabitha had was a shared emotion, a connection. As she concentrated, she could see the hazy leash that bound them but there was no question about it. For all her harsh words, Tabitha loved Dixie just as Bass loved Sable.
Dixie looked sharply at Merrie and the mood was broken.
Tabitha licked the bottom of her own bowl. “Okay, you need to walk some more. Tomorrow, you're going to run for the last time in your life and I need you as limber as you can be.” She sighed, “As disappointing as you'll be.”
Merrie crawled to her feet and, at Tabitha's gesture, started to walk around the room. She walked for almost an hour until it felt natural again. Then, Tabitha ordered her to bed. Exhausted and tired, Merrie crawled into the thick blankets and sprawled out on top of them. The heat of the cave was too much for the heavy blankets that Seven slept underneath. Closing her eyes, she let her mind relax.
She heard Tabitha tell Dixie, “Ready, bitch?”
Dixie let out a soft, muted bark.
Merrie cracked open one eye and watched as Tabitha crawled into the depression in the center of the room. Her naked body twisted around three times before she curled up in the middle. Dixie did the same, nestling his tiny body in the crook of her form.
“Darkness,” commanded Tabitha and the flames darkened but the heat didn't diminish.
Merrie laid in the darkness, staring at nothing as she thought about the day. She was happy that the morning but now she wasn't as content. Instead, she felt the fear and anticipation burning inside her veins, keeping her awake as she thought about the next day.
She was going to be cropped, amputated. When the next night came, she wouldn't be ever able to serve herself again. Be able to walk like a human. She was going to be a bitch forever.
It excited and terrified her. She rolled over and stared at the muted flames in the hearth. It was going to hurt. She was probably going to scream. Nothing she had could prepare herself for what was going to happen.
She wondered if the collar would make her come.
Slowly, she let her gaze center on the two silfae in the center of the room. They weren't sleeping on the soft, comfortable beds. They could have, but they chose a life of discomfort. They were in a different world than Bass, Borias, and even the rest of the bitches. Like two feral beasts barely wearing the shroud of humanity.
Merrie rolled back over and tried to sleep. After trying for a few minutes, she gave up. Rolling back on her stomach, she regarded the silfae again. There was something about them that drew her to them.
Holding her breath, she slipped off the bed. Swaying for a moment, she padded to the center of the room. She stood over the two.
Tabitha shifted and opened one eye.
Next to her, Dixie looked up. His tail wagged once.
Merrie wrung her hands together and looked down.
Tabitha lifted her head and sighed. “You are pathetic.” But, even as the words rose up, she was making a spot for Merrie between Dixie and herself.
Merrie blushed as she crawled between them, lowering her body so she was pressed between mistress and bitch. She felt a flash of subdued pleasure as she settled into place.
Dixie nuzzled up behind her, his small dick against the small of her back and one arm slid underneath Merrie's arm to cup her breast. His little hand caught her nipple and he twisted hard before resting his head on her shoulder.
Tabitha came up from the other side and grabbed Merrie's collar. She pulled Merrie's head close to hers.
“Fucking alphas,” she muttered. She rested her face against Merrie's and closed her eyes. “Now sleep. We both need to rest before I crop you.”