Merrie could still feel her hands. For a moment, there was a flash of terror that she had somehow dreamed of being cropped and that she still had a day of pain ahead of her.

She opened her eyes, but all she could see was blankets covering her head. The weight of the layers bore down on her and she was reminded of Male Seven when she first entered the cave. He was sweating and moaning underneath the same pile of blankets. He was in agony then, but Merrie wasn't. In fact, she felt as if she was never injured by Tabitha.

But, she was sure she was cropped, so she didn't know why she could still feel her hands.

She was afraid to find out why. If she wasn't, then she still had a day of pain and screaming ahead of her. If she was, then it would be a cold reality striking her if she dared to find out. The fear pounded in her veins, unfiltered by the magic of the iron collar still around her neck. She wanted to reach down with one hand to feel her other, but she was too scared at the answer.

Curious, she stretched out under the blankets. The heat of her body left her feeling slick and hot. She squirmed until she was on her back and her nipples dug into the rough fabric above her. She could feel a tingling in her sex, a hope of anticipation. It wasn't the overpowering pleasure she thought she would feel, but something subtle, delicate. For a moment, she wondered if it was real. She spread her legs and felt the air brushing against her sex. The scent of her excitement, tangy and sweet, drifted up to her.

She was wet with anticipation, but it wasn't from her collar. The soft, seductive pleasures was hers, and nothing but her. No magic to make her lust for being cropped, no power that drove her into submission. Just the realization that she may have given her body up to submission.

Even if Merrie wasn't cropped, she still wanted it. A smile ghosted across her lips. She found the courage to try opening her hands. She could feel the muscles in her shoulder and arm tensing, but no sensation of fingers dragging through fabric. She tried with her other hand, concentrating with all her might as she went through the familiar maneuver she was able to do since she was a little baby.

There was no hand to move. Nothing responded beyond her wrist. She let out a gasp into the heated pocket underneath the blankets. She was cropped. There was a finality to it as she tried to open and close her hands, basking in the sensation of utter helplessness that burned through her body.

Trembling, she dragged her arm closer, peering at it through the dim light filtering through the blankets. Her sweat-soaked hand caught every rough ridge and fiber, but the phantom hand felt nothing. After an eternity, she managed to pull her right arm up to her face.

There was nothing.

At the end of her wrist was smooth skin and nothing else. Seeing it, her mind started to panic. She could feel it coursing through her veins, a wild and irrational desire to scream, to flee, to fight. All the emotions came back to her, but they quickly faded underneath an intense high of helplessness. She would never open a door with her fingers. She could never flick her clitoris or grab a lover. She would never write again. And she could never hold a glass again.

Memories of Borias came back, of them sitting on the stairs of the main house. He encouraged her to drink as if she didn't have her hands. She remembered that first intoxicating feeling of helplessness as she let him guide her, to bring the cup to her lips. And now, she felt a hunger to do it again. Not to just pretend to be helpless, but to actually be forced to accept his glass.

Her body tingled with anticipation. Dragging her other hand through the blankets, she reached down and pressed her arm against her pussy. It was already hot and wet. She couldn't finger herself but somehow the realization that she couldn't ignited flames inside her. She rolled her hips forward and rubbed the end of her arm against her clitoris. She couldn't quite stroke it like she used to, and she felt clumsy with her efforts to masturbate. It was humiliating, even though no one was watching.

Rolling in the blankets, she tried to find some way of relieving the growing ache between her legs. Her trimmed pussy hairs dragged against her flesh, leaving a wet smear. But no matter what position she found, she couldn't push herself over the edge. Instead, she just grew hotter and more desperate to reach an orgasm. Finally, she slumped back and breathed in the hot air filled with the smell of her body. She was horny and desperate and hot and sweaty.

Whimpering, she dug her way out from the blankets. She struggled more than she thought she would. Every time she want to grab a blanket to push it aside, she had to stop as she stared at the severed end of her arm. She shivered at the sight, then pushed it aside, somehow being more aware of every centimeter of her skin as she sought freedom.

She finally broke out into the fresh air. It was icy compared to the sweltering heat of the blankets. It prickled her skin as she pushed out a nest from the blanket. Droplets of sweat covered her and she panted for breath to cool down.

It was dark and silent in Tabitha's cave. The flames were dim in the fire but the heat still rolled off the hearth. It felt good, though, to be free of the blankets.

Moaning softly under her breath, she reached out for the ground to crawl out. The end of her arm stopped her as she wondered if it she could brace herself without a hand. Sweat or sexual excitement, she didn't know, coated her inner thighs as she stared at her hand. The helplessness rose up, mixing with the fear and pushing her to the edge of a high than she had never experience before. It was raw and visceral instead of the overwhelming pleasure of the heavy collar still around her neck.

She bit her lip and leaned forward. The hard packed earth ground into the end of her arm, but there was no pain. Panting from the emotions burning inside her, she leaned forward until half her weight was on her arm. Slowly, she inched her knee out of the blankets and stretched out to the ground.

Seeing the smooth end of her leg sent another flash of pleasure and fear coursing through her. She swayed at the intensity of it. It took her almost a minute to ease her leg down to the ground and shift her weight to it. By the time she crawled off the sleeping niche, she was drenched with sweat and sex. She could smell it and it sent another thrill coursing through her body.

Merrie was desperate for release by the time she finally got all four limbs on the ground. She would have begged for a splintered hunk of wood, if someone would just fuck her aching pussy. Panting, she leaned up against the wall of the cave and tried to masturbate again, but the orgasm refused to come.

Whining from frustration, she focused on Male Seven's sleeping niche. She crawled over to the piled blankets. She was so horny, she didn't know if she could survive. She stopped at the edge to rub against a ridge of stone, but she still couldn't find the right angle for pleasure. But, Seven had a cock and she knew that would ease the ache.

She pushed herself to her knees and peered up over the edge. When she saw that Seven wasn't there, she let out a soft whimper. Turning around, she slumped against the rough side of the cave and sighed. She needed to come, she desperately needed to come. She rested one arm between her legs, uselessly sawing back and forth as she stared at the other end of her arm.

Merrie could feel the fear inside her, but she focused on the pleasure that it mixed with. The feeling of helplessness. Even her inability to come just added to the growing send of being unable to do anything. She had to have a master now. She had to have someone else to do anything: come, eat, drink, even go through a door. She moaned and rested both arms between her legs; she couldn't come, but her future turned her on.

She heard footsteps outside the cave and perked up.

“Tabby,” Borias spoke as he started down the slope into the cave, “you be sure you be wanting both girls? That's a lot of energy to shape both of them.”

Tabitha came down after him. “I feel good, Bori… probably the first time in many years.”

“You be glowing, you know. Leaking from you shields.”

Tabitha came down with Dixie crawling next to her. She looked around, then stopped as she saw Merrie against the wall. Behind her, Borias came down with Useless Cunt and Fuckhole on leashes.

A smile stretched across Tabitha's face. “The pet is up.”

Merrie whimpered and struggled to get on her arms and legs. It was hard as she rocked back and forth, then stumbled forward.

“Pet?” asked Borias. “I be never hearing you call a girl a pet. When did that be happening?”

Tabitha purred for a moment, then strode across the room. “When she gave me a real chase.” She knew down in front of Merrie and grabbed Merrie's face. Tilting Merrie up, she smiled warmly. “You okay, pet?”

“You actually care about her?” smirked Borias.

Tabitha looked over her shoulder. “You really want to piss me off, Bori?” Her voice was tight and threatening again.

He shook his head. “No, me ass still be hurting from last winter.” He guided his two girls to the opposite niches. Gently, he pushed each one on the blankets, then removed the leases. “Now, girls, I know you not be with me for long, but I be getting you back when you are done with Tabby. So, just remember, being cropped doesn't mean you be getting out of toilet duties.”

Useless Cunt looked sick, but Fuckhole just gave a resigned sigh and lowered herself to the blankets to peer past Borias at Merrie. Curiosity hung around the second bitch like a cloud, almost visible to Merrie's senses.

Tabitha release Merrie's face. “Everything is settled down nicely. Tomorrow, you'll be going to be getting your charm back. But, until then, just get used to the changes.”

Merrie whimpered to beg Tabitha to let her orgasm, but the silfae stood up and headed for the food cooking on the edge of the hearth.

“You want dinner, Bori?”

“You're being nice,” announced Borias with a suspicious glare, “what do you want?”

“What makes you think I want something?”

“The last time you be nice, I be your bitch for a week.”

Tabitha smiled at him. “Bass told you not to make that bet.”

Borias pulled a face but then smiled. “Yeah, yeah, but I was bored. So, what you be wanting?”

“The collar.”

Borias grew tense as he straightened up and stepped away from Tabitha. “What about it?”

“I know,” she sighed, “I asked you five years ago if you could bypass those damn filters of Rendi.”

“And I be telling you no.”

“I know, but,” Tabitha looked wistful for a moment, “today, I had the most beautiful chase. There was fear and blood. And I… I got power. Energy. I could feel it filling me. It was like a drink after starving for a year.”

Borias looked sick. He reached down and ran his hands through Fuckhole's hair. His eyes were wet and Merrie felt sorrow radiating from him.

Tabitha dropped the ladle against the edge of the pot. “Look, Bori, would you reconsider? I… I'm dying out here. Those collars are strangling me and it's getting harder to keep moving. I used to crop two bitches a day and now… I'm down to once every other. I'm starving. You know what I mean?”

“I know,” he said in a whisper.

“Bori? Please?”

“I-I can't, Tabby. Mother would kill me.”

Tabitha sighed. She turned and padded back over to Merrie. Kneeling down, she sat on the ground next to Merrie. Her shoulder rested against Merrie's and Merrie jumped at the contrast of Tabitha's cooler skin. She reached out and ran her fingers along Merrie's flanks.

Merrie let out a moan, leaning against Tabitha. She wanted to come, wanted release. She spread her legs to encourage Tabitha between her legs.

Tabitha, on the other hand, didn't shove her hands between Merrie's aching thighs. Instead, she reached over and caught Merrie's left nipple. She twisted hard as her nails dug into the sensitive flesh.

Merrie inhaled sharply at the pain. She started to pull away, but then caught sight of Dixie smirking from near the fire. She remembered the first time she met Tabitha and Dixie, how Tabitha dug her fingernails into Dixie's neck until blood welled up from her fingers. Dixie stood there, still and calm.

She tried to hold still, to emulate Dixie, but the pain grew intense as Tabitha's nails pierced the flesh. Merrie squirmed and tried to pull away.

Tabitha grabbed Merrie's breast and bore down. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh as she hauled Merrie back next to her.

Tears in her eyes, Merrie momentarily forgot her lust as she whimpered in discomfort. She tried to pull away again and winced at the pain of Tabitha mauling her breast.

The sharp scent of Tabitha's excitement drifted past Merrie. It was sharp and strong, more so than the rest of the bitches. She hummed as she twisted Merrie's breast.

Merrie glanced over to see Tabitha watching Borias with a hard look on her eyes. Slowly, Merrie peered over to Borias who was watching with a sad look on his face.

“How you be doing that?”

“She's scared.”

“I know that. How she be scared? The collar…” his voice trailed off. He walked over to Merrie and knelt down.

As he settled into place, Tabitha dug her thumb into Merrie's tit, finding some sensitive spot that sent pain and fear coursing through her veins.

Merrie whimpered, pleading with her eyes at Borias.

Borias reached up and held her collar. His fingers brushed against Merrie's throat.

Merrie shivered at the thought of being yanked around by the iron ring and the pleasure rose up against the pain. She squirmed, fighting between the pain in her breast and the pleasure that struggled inside her. Her pussy drooled down into the crack of her ass and she breathed in her own excitement mixing with Tabitha's sharp scent.

“She be horny, Tabby.”

“So?”

“She be a sex slave. Fucking is what she do.”

“She's an alpha. She can learn to survive without coming every hour. Not everyone has to cream to function.”

“That not be what boss…” Borias' eyes unfocused for a moment, then widened with surprise. He turned sharply to stare at Tabitha. “What you do!?”

Tabitha froze, her fingers still digging painfully into Merrie's breast.

Borias rotated Merrie's collar, then frowned. “You broke it.”

“Broke what?”

“The filters. All but a few are burned out.”

“Is that why she is scared?”

“Aye, and in pain. The filters are burned out. Let me check the history…” his eyes unfocused again and Merrie felt a sense of power coursing over to him.

Merrie wanted to reach out for him, but Tabitha's hand made it hard to think about anything besides the cruel silfae.

Unwittingly, Merrie reached out for Tabitha with her mind. It wasn't bonding, but just reading her thoughts. She cold feel it from their intimate contact. Tabitha needed her to struggle, to feel pain. She needed to hurt Merrie.

Merrie felt the tears in her eyes, but she could do nothing but obey. She squirmed harder. Tabitha responded by digging into her breast until blood trickled down her hand. From her tenuous connection to Tabitha, she could feel pleasure and power coursing through the silfae from Merrie's discomfort.

“That not be right,” muttered Borias as he released the collar.

“What happened?”

“The history said there was an emotional spike, but the numbers are too high. So much fear and terror that it shorted out everything. She burned out the entire spell.” He turned to Merrie. “I be sorry, Merrie-”

Merrie shivered at her name. She almost came at the reminder of her humanity.

“-but Tabitha removed all you emotional protections. You will feel every bit of fear and pain that your mind and body create. And the ‘good girl’” he paused but Merrie didn't respond to it, “and rest of the positive feedback be also completely gone.”

Tabitha yanked Merrie's tit, dragging Merrie closer. “I didn't do anything. It was the damned beta.”

“Her heart should be exploded if she felt that much fear. That why mother made the limit so high. She didn't be wanting you to kill a girl with you chase.”

“It wasn't me,” growled the silfae.

“I don't know how she be doing it then. She still be breathing and that emotional spike was on the order of a sixth-rank spell. That would kill a mundane in a heartbeat. It isn't possible.”

“It wasn't me,” repeated Tabitha.

Borias sat back, a strange look on her face. “No, you be right. There is no way you could have done that. And the older spells are still there. The enforcement spells are still there, she be shocked if she talked. The defensives and offensives be also working, but those be part of the original enchantment. She just burned out all the improvements mother made ten years ago.”

“I hate those changes, Bori. Rendi added them because they were getting hurt, but it has been crippling me every since.”

“I know, Tabby, I know. But, at least you have her.”

Tabitha released Merrie. She brought her bright red fingertips to her mouth and licked the blood off them. Then, she lowered her hand. “I can't. As long as that damn collar kept her from being terrified, I was in no danger of falling for the little pet. But, now that she can be scared, I'm just as in danger of bonding with her as everyone else. I can't resist,” she looked over to Dixie, “breaking in bitches and I won't make Dixie share by picking up another alpha. And she knows my triggers now.”

She stood up and walked over to Dixie. “Listen to me. She's already a ‘pet’ instead of being just a pathetic little bitch. Damn the ancestors, I'm falling for her.”

Dixie rolled on his back, spreading his legs. Tabitha reached down and wrapped her hand around his throat. His cock grew hard as she squeezed lightly.

Borias said nothing. He reached over and stroked Merrie's cheek.

Tabitha turned around but didn't release her grip on Dixie. “Tomorrow, I can finish the seal. And then she's going to Grange.”

Merrie stared at shock, then whimpered. She was afraid of the cruel man. The image of all the bitches with bruises flashed across her mind. She wanted to curl back under the blankets. For a moment, she wished she wasn't cropped simply so she wouldn't be handed over to him.

Borias stroked her cheek again. “Poor girl, you really be scared now, aren't you?”

Merrie whimpered and inched closer. She rested her body against him. He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into him.

He reached down to lift her chin. With a smile, he brought her lips to his and kissed her softly.

“You are pathetic, Bori.”

Borias broke the kiss, then slipped out from Merrie. He stood up. “I be what I be.”

Merrie looked up at the dark-haired man. The hunger and lust returned. She struggled to get into a begging position. It was harder to balance without her feet and it felt natural to spread her legs further to remain steady. She lifted her arms up to her collar, shivering with growing pleasure as she felt the warm metal touching the tips.

Borias looked down with a smile.

Merrie used her nose to nuzzle his crotch. She could smell his growing excitement through his trousers.

“You be fucking her?”

Tabitha hissed and headed toward the two cowering bitches. “I got to get these damn laces off.”

Borias shook his head. He gestured to Seven's sleeping niche. “Come on, girl, let's get you relaxed again.”

Merrie gasped and barked. She turned around and crawled up into the niche. It was hard at first, but she managed to hook her knee up and force herself up. Panting, she crawled into the center and presented herself.

“No, Merrie,” whispered Borias, “on you back. Like a woman.”

Brimming with anticipation, Merrie rolled over. She spread her legs and arms, then froze as she stared at the ends of her feet. She was mutilated, less than human.

Borias was already naked as he crawled on the bed. He knelt between her outstretched legs, but then surprised her when he grabbed her knee. Merrie tried to pull away, blushing with shame, but Borias just ran his hand up her legs and pulled the end to his mouth. He kissed it and smiled.

“You be beautiful.”

On the far side of the cave, Tabitha snorted.

Borias rolled his eyes and grinned. “You be ignoring her. She just not get fucked by a human in years.” He leaned forward. “She too much into dog cocks.”

“Blow me, Bori.”

Borias ignored her. Instead, he ran his hands along Merrie's belly. His fingers got close to her pussy, but then he was bringing her other leg to his mouth so he could kiss the amputated end.

She felt a quivering in her pussy as she stared down at his hard cock bobbing in front of her. She rocked her hips and felt her body growing tight with anticipation. She needed him and his cock.

“We'll have more time for foreplay later,” chuckled Borias. He grabbed one knee with each hand and shifted closer. His cock left a wet smear along Merrie's glistening thighs, then he drove into her.

At the feeling of being filled, Merrie came. She wanted to hold out, but it was too late. She let out a wail of pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck. The ends of her arms brushed against each other and the reminder of her cropping fueled the flames of the orgasm coursing through her veins. She cried out and thrust back into him.

Borias smiled and started to pump, his cock driving into her soaked pussy. it came out with a slurp, but he jammed it back in with deep strokes that reached the back of her pussy before almost exiting her completely. Every centimeter of hard shaft moving in and out added to her pleasure as she cried out for more.

She tried to wrap her legs around his hips. She could get it there, but she couldn't hook her ankles. Instead, she just held them crossed and bore down on his cock as Borias continued to drive into her. She moaned and found a rhythm, thrusting up to meet his pounding as his cock filled her to the brim.

He grabbed her hips as he accelerated. His entire body drove her into the blankets until she could only look up at him. He finally let out a long groan and drove deep into her. His cock filled her as his balls slapped her ass. It surged hotly and she felt his cum pour into her, filling her with liquid pleasure.

She came again, clutching to Borias as she lost herself in an ocean of pleasure. It was a short flash of pleasure, but she still whimpered as he withdrew his cock.

“You are beautiful, girl.”

Merrie glanced down at his cock. Then, she looked up with a smile. Slowly, she licked the air, just like Sable did so many days before.

Borias didn't need a second invitation. He crawled up and straddled her chest, aiming his cock for her mouth. Merrie opened her mouth willingly and swallowed him, tasting both of their cum on his shaft. She gulped at the length and enjoyed how it filled her mouth as well as her cunt. She rested her amputated arms against his hips as she gave the hardening length a few strokes.

Once it tickled the back of her throat, she pulled him out slowly. She took her time, thought his length gagged her, and worked her way up. She lapped at his length and kept her lips tight around his hardness as she moved up. She left behind a slick but clean shaft. When she felt his cock head tickling her lips, she clamped down and sucked on it to get the last few drops still inside. With a dart of her tongue, she finished up and released him with a little gasp of breath.

Borias smiled brightly as he crawled out of the niche. Standing up, he retrieved his trousers. “Good girl. I'm looking forward to my turn.”

Merrie got into a begging position, her body sinking into the blankets as cum oozed out of her pussy. She rested her arms against her collar and barked. She rocked her hips back and forth so her tail dragged across the blankets.

With a smile, Borias dressed and headed out. He stopped at the cave entrance. “Tabby?”

“Yeah?” She didn't look up from helping Fuckhole get used to standing again.

“It might take me a while, but I'll see if I can get you a spell to suppress the collar.”

That stopped Tabitha. The silfae looked up with surprise. “Bori?”

“Just because I will suffer for the rest of my life doesn't mean you should too. And if Merrie brought you that much pleasure and power, I would be evil not to give you a chance to… enjoy it again.”

“I don't know what to say.”

“Thank you would be a good start.”

Tabitha smiled, then shook her head. “How about I agree not to fuck you in the ass during the winter months.”

Borias chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Who says I don't enjoy it?” He headed up the slope. “Good hunting, Tabby.”

Tabitha watched him until long after his footsteps faded. She turned back to Merrie. “Your name is Merrie?”

Merrie blushed, but barked.

“You are both fucking pathetic,” for a moment, Merrie wondered if Tabitha had demoted her again, but then the silfae finished. “but I can understand why he likes you, pet. I won't be calling you by your name, Cunt, you know that, right? You are a bitch, a cropped little bitch and bitches don't get to keep their human names.”

Merrie barked again, squirming with the humiliation that brought a wave of pleasure.

“Good, now come over here and help me get these two pathetic bitches up and walking around. We don't have long to reverse their training,” she grinned, “at least until I can make them proper bitches.”