“That took long enough,” muttered Tabitha as she came out of the cave. She was dressed once again with a white length of cloth around her breasts and a skirt of pale green that did very little to cover her shaggy bush. Her nipples stuck out of the fabric, two darker points on her tiny breasts.
Merrie with hit the realization that she never had sex with Tabitha in her humanoid form. Given her almost constant fucking by Bass, she expected the same out of the silfae, but instead she was about to be handed over to Grange without being forced to lick or finger the sometimes cruel woman. She was sad, in a way, with the realization that she would never be forced to shove her head between Tabitha's legs, lap at the strong-smelling sex she occasionally caught whiff of.
She knew what Tabitha wanted, what turned her on. Her awakening powers brought the images in the back of her mind: the chase, the fighting back, and the blood. The only way Tabitha would fuck Merrie is if Merrie was hunted down like a squealing prey.
Merrie moaned softly under her breath. Her pussy grew hot and slick as she thought about running away and feeling the pounding of her heart as she tried to escape. It would hurt, that was for sure, but it would be a good pain. She lifted her leg to step off the trail, then stopped as Tabitha gaze focused on her.
“You know, that confirmation thing you're getting is getting annoying.”
Confused, Merrie put her leg down and looked up quizzically.
“All the new bitches. They look at you to see if they should obey. I'm the fucking mistress here, they shouldn't look to you for confirmation.”
Merrie shrugged. She didn't know why they were doing it, she never asked them to. She knew it was somehow because she was giving them comfort and they looked to her for that, but she couldn't stop them without ceasing to be… her.
“They do that with Sable too,” grumbled Tabitha. She started down the path leading to the house. Merrie turned and followed her, crawling as fast as she could. Tabitha managed to walk just a few steps ahead of her without looking back.
“I'd say it must be a female alpha thing, but Kessler's bitch doesn't get it either.” She smiled. “I bet it has something to do with both Dixie and Kessler's are complete and utter dicks, despite Kessler's having a cunt instead of a dick. Man, that bitch was nasty too.”
Tabitha walked in silence for a few seconds, then she chuckled. “I like you-”
Merrie held her breath, afraid of Tabitha's next words.
“-and what you do with your collar. In all the years since we started, I have never seen any bitch use the negative feedback while fighting. It is going,” she grinned and her teeth flashed, “to annoy Rendi to no end. She fought Bass for a year when he insisted putting the offensive spells in your collar. According to her, you would hurt us or ourselves if you knew how to use the collar as a weapon. But, pet,” she reached down and stroked two fingernails along Merrie's shoulder, “will use it against the little dick, right? Because, if you use it against any of the trainers-” her fingernails dug into Merrie's shoulder and squeezed down on the joint.
Merrie whimpered at the pain, squirming but unable to escape the claws piercing her flesh.
“-except Grange, I will kill you.” Tabitha relaxed her hand. “These are my friends, well, most of them. Bass, Rendi, and I adventured for a lot of years and my life was in their hands more than once. And they have had their own in mine. You and Sable are all strangers to our little family. Even if we lov… like you, I won't let anyone hurt the family I have left.”
Merrie shivered at Tabitha's words. The silfae's voice grew softer as she spoke, as if some of the roughness was wearing off.
Tabitha stepped over a fallen log and down the other side. She turned and waited as Merrie struggled to crawl over. Merrie felt a flush as her breasts and belly scraped against the wood, but she managed to flop over without humiliating herself.
“But, use that collar against Dixie all you want. Use it against Sable too. She doesn't fight seriously often so you probably won't need to before you are sold. I haven't figured out how that chubby bitch manages to be the alpha… head bitch on this place. Not with Dixie being a champion martial artist before he…” Her voice trailed off, then she cleared her throat, “Every time they fight for dominance, it is out of sight and out of telepathic range for both of us.” She smirked, “Though Dixie's telepathy is probably only a few dozen meters at most so that isn't impressive.”
A shiver ran down Merrie's spine. Tabitha was talking about the voices in her head. She heard of telepathy, the ability to speak with mind, but she didn't know that Sable and Dixie could also do it. With hindsight, it almost made sense since she heard their voices in her head.
“Bass says Sable's forty meters that which would make her the strongest telepath among the known alphas. I can't verify that, of course, since bonded alphas can only communicated with their mistresses and each other. And Dixie,” she smiled and strode through the cold stream, “is too weak to find out.”
“He can pull power from much further though. Last time they fought, Dixie kept transforming during their fight as he tried…” She shook her head, “When I got there, he had two broken legs, a shattered wrist, cracked ribs, and he was buried half a meter into a tree. And covered in his pee like a submissive little bitch.” She chuckled as she shook her head. “Sable was sitting there, licking her feet as if nothing had happened.”
Merrie couldn't picture it.
“Sable has secrets, that's for sure.”
Merrie thought about Sable, the cheerful and bounding bitch that seemed to be everywhere. She pictured Sable after she spent a week with Grange. She was covered in bruises and scratches but acted as if she was untouched. She radiated happiness and joy as she wrestled.
She knew where they were heading, to the same place. Merrie didn't think she had Sable's endurance or constitution to handle the pain. At the thought of being stuck with Grange, her stomach clenched violent and she felt sick to her stomach. It was the harsh emotions unfiltered by the collar. Merrie wished the magic controlling her would mute the growing dread pooling in her guts.
“Cunt.”
Merrie glanced up at Tabitha's back.
“I know you're afraid.”
Tabitha slowed down and then came to a halt. She looked around before turning around and crouching down. “I can smell your fear. I can… feel it in my mind. But, we have to talk about my secrets before we get to the house.”
Merrie whimpered as she inched closer. She knew that Tabitha wouldn't give her comfort but there was something protective about the silfae that she needed to touch.
Tabitha grabbed her collar and pulled her close. As her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat, Merrie felt a flash of pleasure racing along her veins. It was as addictive as the desire for Bass' cock.
“Grange is going to hurt you.”
The pleasure faded and was replaced by a cold knot of fear. Her tail responded to her emotions and she could feel it curling around her ass and pussy protectively. The soft hairs tickled, but she only thought about protecting herself.
“Since he's a small-dicked little fucker, he's going to beat you and choke you. And, I'm going to remind him of your little charm, so he's probably also going to do far more things to you than any other bitch he's got. He has knives and skewers. Things that tear into flesh and blades to make you bleed.”
Merrie felt the terror rising. She knew that Tabitha was feeding off it, getting power from it, but the thought of being tortured made her sick.
“He's going to hurt you and you'll scream. You won't be able to help it because that's what gets the little fucker off.”
Tears ran down Merrie's cheeks. She shook her head.
Tabitha pulled her closer. “He isn't nice like me, Cunt.”
Her breath was hot against Merrie's face. Then, Tabitha smiled but it was a cruel, hard smile.
“But then he's going to open his mouth. If I'm lucky, he'll go on about how he tortured your soft, helpless little body. Raped your ass with a knife or a hot poker. It won't be today, it might not even be while you're at the mill, but sooner or later, he's going to say the wrong thing. Then Bass will find out exactly how much of a disgusting little maggot Grange is.”
Tabitha's grip tightened as she smiled. There was something terrifying about the look, a hint of the person Tabitha used to be at the height of her power.
Merrie's heart beat faster as a cold sweat prickled her skin.
“Bass loves you. It is a misplaced love and he knows better, but he can't help it any more than Rendi has to fight me with the collars. Even now, that fucking thriban is probably fucking another bitch and thinking about you. But, if Grange hurts you badly enough, it might finally push Bass over the edge and we can get rid of that fucking bastard off my lands.”
She pushed Merrie into a sitting position and stood up. “Grange's a fucking weed, a parasite.” Tabitha turned on her heels and started back toward the house. “I just wish that Bass would let me hunt the bastard down and rip off his arms and legs. It would take days,” Tabitha shivered with pleasure, “and I would enjoy every fucking moment of it.”
As Tabitha continued toward the house, Merrie followed. She was sick to her stomach and the joy of her morning faded away completely. Even knowing that Tabitha was hoping to get Grange kicked out, the idea of being tortured just made the sick rolling of her stomach worse. The fear filled her and she had to struggle to crawl forward toward her destination.
“Move faster, pet.”
Tears rolling down her cheeks, Merrie tried. She wanted to run back to Bass or even to Tabitha's cave. She didn't want to go forward. She tried to force herself but she couldn't find the strength to pick up her knee and crawl forward.
Tabitha stopped and glared back at her.
“How is it that you were creaming at the idea of getting your arms and legs ripped off, but you're afraid of this? I know the collar is broken, but you're a fucking alpha. This is what you do. When you get there, you'll be getting off on it because that is what he wants. You'll know his desires and every part of your body will crave to give him exactly what he needs. You'll be begging for him to choke you.”
Merrie took a step back, shaking her head. More tears rolled down her cheeks and she could feel it dripping off her chin. There was no way that she would ever want to be tortured. The very idea that she would crave it brought bile up into her throat.
Tabitha returned to her. “This isn't a request, Cunt.”
When Tabitha reached for Merrie's collar, Merrie couldn't help but flinch.
The silfae growled, a deep rumbling in her chest, and snatched the collar. Her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat, making it hard to breath.
Merrie struggled to break free. She wanted to go back. She would take a thousand days of being raped by Dixie, by being cropped again, anything to avoid the man she's been dreading the moment she meet him.
Tabitha growled again. She tightened her grip on the collar as power filled her. It was the same spell she used to rip Dixie from Merrie's ass.
Merrie cringed as she waited for the blow, but it never came.
Instead, Tabitha yanked her along as the silfae stormed down the path toward the mill house.
They made it a dozen meters before Merrie realized what was happening. She struggled to keep up, to keep breathing. Part of her was thrilled by the domination, but more and more of her was growing ill at the thought of being with Grange. Panic tore at her senses and she fought back, trying to stop the inevitable.
Tabitha hauled her through the back door. Inside, the wooden floor was slick and Merrie couldn't get purchase. Her useless arms and legs flailed at the floor and the walls as Tabitha dragged her up the stairs to the second floor.
Merrie managed to catch one of the step but Tabitha picked her up by her collar, choking her, and set her down on the landing. She gasped for breath and looked for something to grab on to.
Tabitha got a tighter grip and dragged Merrie down the hall.
As they got closer, it felt like the walls were glowing with emotions. She could feel years of fear and pain in the hallway and the door shone with the suffering that happened behind it. It took her a moment to realize the light was only in her mind, her empathic abilities showing the resonance of Grange's room, the pain of so many bitches before her.
She let out a scream as she felt the panic consuming her. It was irrational and terror that drove her to grab at the walls, trying to stop Tabitha from hauling her down the hallway to Grange's room.
Tabitha kicked open the door and threw Merrie inside.
Merrie let out another shriek as she hit the ground and slid into the bars of an iron cage. The icy metal dug into her back. She looked up with wild eyes and saw a terrifying array of whips, floggers, and chains hanging from the ceiling. They were dark with sharp points and curved hooks on them. A group in the corner dripped something dark into a stained drain on the floor below them. Whimpering, she crawled to her feet and looked around for the exit.
One entire wall, from floor to ceiling, was filled with cages of various sizes, none of them large. The cages on the top were so small that even Dixie couldn't be crammed into them. The ones near the bottom were smaller than any cage in Bass' room but at least Merrie suspected she could fit in them without breaking a bone. As her eyes focused through the iron bars, she saw hooks and rings welded to the metal.
One of the cages was occupied. She could only see the Cock Diver's ass and pussy through the bars. There was a large iron hook jammed into the girl's asshole, holding her off the floor of the cage. Her ankles stuck out of the cage bars where Grange had tied them to the sides with rough rope. In the shadows, there were clamps on the bitch's nipples, pulling down to where they were clipped to the bottom of the cage. Merrie wondered why Diver didn't crouch down to relieve the obvious pressure, but then she saw a collar attached to the top of the cage. Even through Diver's hair, Merrie could see that there were short spikes in the collar, digging into her throat and neck.
Merrie almost threw up as she felt the pain and fear radiating from Diver. Sickened, she turned away to look at anything besides Cock Diver. In the center of the room, on a sturdy wooden frame, she saw Pillow Chest.
Grange had put her in the same device Bass fucked Licker in. It forced her into a present position with her bare ass and pussy sticking high in the air. It was a position of submission, and one that Merrie found that she loved, but the distress and agony radiating from the Pillow crashed into Merrie like a hammer.
He had gagged Pillow with a ball gag. The size of the ball puffed out her cheeks and forced her jaw open. There was a bruise on her right face. It would have been shocking except there were other dark marks along the woman's side. Bruises covered her from head to toe: a fist mark here, a rope burn there. A thick hatch of whip marks were bright red slashes across her formerly untouched body.
Grange stood behind Pillow Chest, naked and poised to ram his cock into her screwed-tight asshole. Like him, his cock was long and thin. It was also an angry red color, almost like blood. He had small balls, about the size of bird eggs, and they were covered with a light layer of dark hair.
Merrie sobbed as she tried to look around, to find some place of solace in the room. There was none. If it wasn't for the whips and chains, it was torture devices. The only part that was almost welcoming was his bed, but it was surrounded by a fence of barbed wire. She shivered in fear, feeling it grab her heart and squeeze it. She wanted to run, to flee. The door was welcoming, except Tabitha stood in it with a hard look on her face.
“Why the fuck-” snapped Grange as he stared at Tabitha. He didn't seem to notice Merrie cowering behind him. “-are you in my gods-damned room!?”
Tabitha's eyes grew hard. “I'm delivering your bitch, maggot.”
“Who are you talking about?” He turned around with a frown on his face.
Merrie backed up against the cages, her tail down between her legs. Her ass hit the cold metal door and it rattled loudly. She let out a gasp and tried to keep on backing away as Grange's eyes focused on her.
“Oh really?” he said with a smile, turning toward her. “It's my turn? I get the bitch?”
“For a week, Grange. I hope you fuck yourself to death.”
Grange didn't take his eyes off Merrie. “Go back to your dog cock, silfae, since a real man can't obvious satisfy you.” He wrapped his hands around his shaft and gave it a few pumps. “I got this bitch to break in.”
Tabitha's eyes glittered darkly. A scowl briefly crossed her face, but then she put on a fake smile. “Oh, Grange?”
“What now, you fucking witch!?”
Merrie shook her head, silently begging for Tabitha not to say anything else. But, deep inside, she knew that the silfae would do exactly what she said she would. It was like knowing an accident was about to happen and not being able to get out of the way.
“I was going to remind you about the regeneration charm.” Merrie whimpered, “Don't you dare lose it. That is Rendi's last one and Bass can't afford to have her make another.”
Grange's eyes grew wide and then a slow, cruel smile crossed his face. “Oh, don't worry. I'm not even going to take it off.”
“Good,” whispered Tabitha. She had a satisfied look on her face as she shut the door.
Merrie whimpered as she stared at the closed door. She trembled with fear as she watched Grange walk to the door and throw the dead bolt. His cock bobbed with his movements as he turned around to regard Merrie.
“So you're a fucking alpha.”
He walked toward her, flexing and relaxing his hands.
“What's the big deal? All I see is a fucking bitch on her hands and knees, just like every other cunt in this damn place. Oh wait,” he smiled, “you don't have hands. You're less than a fucking human now.” He stopped in front of her, his cock bobbing over her. “Just a cropped bitch now. Not good for anything besides a couple holes to fuck. You must have a magical cunt, Cunt, given how much Bass was fawning over you.”
Merrie couldn't back away any further. The dread built in her stomach, pushing away all thoughts except for the desperation to escape. Even as she was trying to find some way of fleeing, she felt his desire filtering into her thoughts. It came in a rush of images, memories welling up that weren't her own.
He wanted to tie her up, bind her so tight that she couldn't move. He wanted to beat her, whip her, cut her. She could feel his desire to wrap his hands around her throat, choking her as he fucked her body with his cock tearing into her.
Her body grew hot as the images continued to blast through her. Her pussy grew moist as images of being beaten and whipped tore through her thoughts. She sobbed at her helplessness, feeling her mind and body changing to suit his desires. She didn't want it, but as she felt his needs filling her, she couldn't help but long to be in Pillow's place, whipped and fucked.
Terrified, Merrie pushed back. She cowered against the cage as she fought against the horrors in her mind. She didn't want to be Grange's bitch, she didn't want to be tortured, maimed, and hurt. She screamed out and pushed away his desire, forcing them out of her mind.
Her collar sparked and she felt the electricity coursing through her body. It tore at muscles and she found relief from his terrible thoughts in her mind. But, as she regained her senses, so did his lusts resumed filling her thoughts. She panted with the desire to be beaten, thrown to the ground and raped in whatever hole he wanted. She wanted to feel his hands around her throat and feel her breath stopping. She wanted to be beaten, tortured.
Just like Tabitha said she would.
Merrie screamed out, “No!” It set off her collar, but she was prepared for it. As the magical pain and agony slammed into her, she shoved back with her thoughts. The pain was a relief as Grange's desires were burned away. Merrie forced her mind to keep pushing away as the collar's magic faded. She managed to keep his desires out of her head, but it was an effort to keep herself apart. It was hard work with the fear that if she let her thoughts relax for one moment, she would be craving him again. She didn't know if she could eject him again.
Gasping, she stared at the ground as she listened to the hammering of her heart. She couldn't feel Grange inside her anymore. Tentatively, she glanced up to Pillow's position and when she didn't feel an unnatural desire to be bound in that position, to be whipped until she screamed. Letting out her breath, she sobbed with relief.
“See, they all scream when I get them,” Grange said as he drew closer. There was nothing in his eyes to show that he knew what just happened. “There has be something about you that makes you so fucking special. You don't look like ten million marks.”
He reached out for her. Merrie cried out with the natural fear of the man. She tried to push him away, but her severed arms just slid off his hands. She slipped and smacked his cock with one hand, it was hot and wet against her skin before she slumped forward.
His face darkened. “You hit me!”
It wasn't even a hard blow, but anger and rage rose up inside him. It became a choking wind against Merrie, a wind only she could feel with her empathic abilities. He snapped out and grabbed her collar. Hauling her forward, he dragged her to Pillow mounted in the center of the room.
Merrie pawed at his arm, trying to break free of his grip. Her breath came hard and fast. Knowing that he wanted to hurt her only made her more desperate to break free. She didn't know where she would go, only that she wanted to find some way to escape.
Grange used one hand to free Pillow. His fingers worked at the latches holding her down. As soon as he flipped over the last bar, he shoved her off.
Pillow let out a cry as she felt off device and hit the ground with a wet thump. She rolled over and crawled away from the cages toward the door and the stained drain. She grabbed her bruised body and cowered in the corner as dull red droplets rained down from the whips above her.
Showing years of experience, Grange picked Merrie up and threw her down on top of the stand in the room. The metal rods used to hold down Pillow dug into Merrie's flesh and left bruises. He grabbed her arms and jammed them into the spots for her elbows. Before she could pull them free, he threw the bar down over and pinned her arms to the table. She screamed out and thrashed but Grange shoved her head into the hard wooden surface before latching her neck into place. Her collar rang out against the metal bars holding her down.
She tried to prevent him from latching her legs into place, but Grange dug his thumbs into the joint of her knee before he shoved them into place. The flash of pain from hitting her knee against the wood interrupted her screaming. By the time she regained her senses, she was bound in place.
The air of the room was shocking against her pussy and ass. The feeling of being exposed and helpless tore into her. She longed for the submission, the familiar rush of being helpless in front of a master rising and battering against her desperate attempts to keep Grange's lusts from invading her thoughts.
She heard the crack against her pussy but it was a heartbeat before the pain exploded across her senses. He had taken his hand and smacked right against her labia. She screamed out, jerking against her bondage.
“Ungrateful, useless bitch!”
Grange brought his hand down right against her ass and pussy, smashing them and sending another bolt of pain through her body.
“Fucking bitch. You don't ever hit me!”
He rained down blows with his hands. He focused on her pussy and ass and soon she was writhing in agony as she tried to avoid the blows she couldn't escape.
“You are nothing but a cunt!” He raged against her, battering her body with his hands. She cried out as her labia was abused, beaten, crushed. He seemed to go without slowing, pounding and smacking her until she wondered if the healing charm would be able to keep up.
In the back of her mind, she knew that Sable would somehow do the right thing. But, Merrie didn't dare let his lusts into her mind, otherwise she would want it. She didn't want it.
Grange drew back and punched her pussy. Crushing her labia, his knuckles tore her open and lodged a few centimeters into her opening. She jerked violently at the impact, her mouth opening but the pain locked her throat from making any noise.
He pulled back and punched her again, pounding against her sex. She felt the fist driving into her, tearing into her body. She tried to push him away, but she couldn't focus on her mental shield and her abused body.
One fist drove completely into her pussy, slowed down by her inner walls. As the piercing pain consumed her world, she felt her mind cracking. His lust poured into her mind, increasing the pain as she felt herself drowning his desire to hurt her. She shuddered with humiliation and pain. A tiny, shameful orgasm rippled through her body. The realization she couldn't resist him tore through her thoughts and she slumped against the table, sobbing.
“Finally, your cunt is getting wet.”
He yanked his fist out from her pussy. Cooler air rushed in to the tortured opening. She didn't have time to enjoy it as he jammed his hand back in, plunging it clear to her cervix and smashing against her innermost gate. Her world turned into bright white agony as she jerked forward, gasping for breath.
And she came again.
Sobs ripped from her throat as she felt her body growing wet at her abused. She wanted to pull away from him, to do something. She wanted to say something to set off the collar, but that would just drive him to torture her more. She couldn't do anything.
And she realized she didn't want to.
She wanted to be broken.
She wanted to be beaten.
She wanted to be abused.
She wanted him.
Her thoughts pushed her into a third, brutal orgasm.