Merrie didn't want to wake up. But, even as she struggled to cling to the sleep, she became more aware of her body. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and crushed her breasts. She had a spiked collar underneath her iron one and the sharp points on the bottom dug into the side of her bruised neck. Somewhere in the night, she had turned over in her side and now she was trapped on her side. She couldn't move her arms because they were bound tightly behind her. Her shoulder dug into the bars behind her, but no matter how she twisted, she couldn't get comfortable.
Her body was already slick with sweat and the heat from her helplessness added to the growing moisture between her legs. She twisted her hips to rub her legs together, enjoying the friction of her pussy lips. She couldn't come from masturbating since she came to the mill, but keeping herself on the edge of an orgasm was a stolen pleasure from Grange's cruelty.
She knew he was up. Just like Bass, she woke with her trainer. But where she had the aching desire to crawl over to her first trainer and wake him fully with a blow job, Merrie wanted to just crawl into a tighter ball and wish the day would pass quickly.
Grange groaned as he crawled out of bed, his cruel thoughts already drifting through Merrie's head. He was thinking about fucking her. Her throat tightened up with the anticipation of being filled with his cock.
Merrie closed her eyes even tighter, wishing that she couldn't feel his thoughts. Even the idea of being abused by him turned her on and she hated every minute. She didn't want Grange, but as soon as he threw her on the stool and tied her down, she was already hitting an orgasm. It was a cruel trick the gods played on her, turning her into a beta.
Then, a different thought crossed his mind and the brutal fantasies stopped. She couldn't read his thoughts directly, but his fantasies stopped instantly with a sour thought. They came back up, but then faded.
He muttered to himself as he pushed the barbed wire fence away from his bed and padded out. She careened her neck to look at him. He was naked, his tall form towering as he pushed the fencing back into place. His body was covered in scars and burns. She lowered her gaze down to the one thing that she hated with all her heart but desired it nonetheless: his cock. It was limp against his leg, but she felt a surge of heat burning in her pussy with a hunger to have it driving deep inside her.
Desperate to tear her thoughts away, Merrie looked above her. Cock Diver was in the cage above her, crammed into a space too small for her. From her vantage point, she could only see the bar that ran down her slit and the pussy lips that wrapped around it. Merrie knew it was agonizing to have her entire weight on a single bar, both from experiencing it herself and also from the discomfort radiating from the bitch. Merrie pushed out with her mind, caressing against the pain and discomfort. She brushed them away and replaced it with a sense of comfort.
Diver's face immediately relaxed. She was bound tightly in rope, her arms and legs wrapped so her knees were by her chest. But, as Merrie's emotions rolled through her, she let out a shuddering sigh and the ropes creaked as she settled into them. Diver leaned to the side so their eyes can meet. Diver mouthed “thank you” at her.
Merrie froze with shock. She lifted her head as she stared at Diver, wondering if she just imagined the silent words.
Diver smiled and she jerked a little as she laughed silently. Her hip ground against the metal and a brief flash of pain crossed her face, but it never reached the amused twinkle in her eye. She repeated herself, her lips moving silently. “Yes, thank you.”
It never occurred to Merrie that any of the bitches knew what she was doing. She was just trying to help, but she didn't think they knew. Merrie worked her lips for a moment, then mouthed back. “You knew?”
A nod.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Her throat was dry and she clenched her body against the feeling. She stroked Diver's thoughts and felt an intense love burning inside her mind. The bitch couldn't project like Merrie, but the emotions were as raw and real as if they were inside Merrie's head.
Diver licked her lips and glance to the side–she couldn't look at Grange–and then down to Merrie. “It hurts, but nothing compared to what he's done to you.”
Merrie felt her body tensing up as she remembered Grange's cruelty.
“You've protected us this last week and you… you are so brave like Sable and I…” She sniffed and tears glittered on her cheeks, “and I just wish I could have saved you from that gods-damned bastard.”
Being compared to Sable was almost too much for Merrie. She shook her head as she fought back a sob. She wanted to deny it, to tell that she couldn't help it, that she was just as helpless. She didn't deserve to be like Sable; Sable did it to serve where Merrie couldn't prevent it if she tried.
“Hey!” Grange's voice cut through her attempts to mouth words. “No making kissing faces at each other! You're fucking cunts, not lesbos!”
Merrie tore her eyes away from Diver. She looked across the bars to the cage next to hers where Pillow Chest was bound to the cage walls. She had a hook in her ass, a dildo buried in her throat, and her arms and legs were tied to the bottom. She had a rope around her neck and a red mark where it rubbed raw over the night.
As Merrie looked at her guiltily, Pillow gulped and gave a little nod of assessment. She also knew. They both knew.
Grange slammed open Pillow's cage. He reached in and yanked her free of her bondage. With a grunt, he threw her to the ground before she could recover the feeling in her limbs. Merrie heard her hit the ground with a muted thump and a cry of pain. He yanked open Merrie's cage. His fingers dug into her skin as he hauled her out of her cage and tossed her into Pillow's body. “Come on, you fucking cunts, I only have a few more hours with two of you.”
He pulled Diver out and tossed her on the ground. She hit with a wet smack and cried out in pain.
“Fucking dog show. What a colossal waste of time.”
He kicked Diver as he headed back to the sink. He poured water into a large bowl and dropped it on the floor. “Fucking Bass rides my ass if you don't get at least some water.”
Merrie shook as she got on her wrists and knees. Looking down at her amputated wrists and ankles sent a flash of excitement through her and she had to struggle to push it down before she was begging for Grange to rape her again. She stared at the water for a moment, then crawled over to Diver and used her head to help the bitch to her knees.
Diver tilted her head to get her hair out of her face; Grange didn't bother with brushing their hair or even putting them into dog ears. She reached over and kissed Merrie on the shoulder.
Merrie grinned and reached down to grab one of Diver's nipples with her lips. She sucked on it before letting it slip from her mouth.
Lust burned inside Diver, but then a guilty fear as Grange walked past them. Diver gestured to the water bowl and then to Merrie. “Drink.”
Behind Merrie, Pillow pushed Merrie toward the dish.
Merrie didn't know what to do. She looked back to Pillow who also pointed her chin to the water. She didn't deserve what they were doing. Ashamed, Merrie crawled over to the water and lowered herself to rest her throat against the side of the bowl. Grange once pinned her against it, but the cool edge of the bowl felt good against her tortured throat. She lapped the water, drinking as fast as she could so the other two could also get some.
The icy liquid feel good running down her throat. She couldn't count the number of times Grange choked her, but she still grew hot and slick at the thought of him wrapping the rope around her neck. And hated every pleasure she got from it.
She drank her fill and crawled back. Diver took her place, sharing it with Pillow. Both of the bitches' emotions were bright in Merrie's head, brighter than she had ever seen. There was a clarity to them, a depth more than just love and respect for Merrie. Something had changed and there was not a determination in both of their thoughts.
Merrie tried to listen, to figure out what changed in those few seconds, but she couldn't quite hear their thoughts. It was like hearing whisper on the other side of the door, she knew they were thinking but the words danced on the edge of understanding.
Grange grabbed a plate from the near the door and slammed it down on the stool he used to fuck Merrie. Someone delivered it before Grange woke up and the smell of hot food brought a rumble in Merrie's gut. With a sigh, he dug into it. “A few more hours with you worthless cunts before I get some new bitches.” His eyes focused on Merrie. “And you aren't worth fucking ten million marks. You are more than useless, fucking cunt, you are…” He tried to find a word but then gave up. He jammed more food into his mouth before he talked with a full mouth. “I can't believe I wasted the entire week on your sloppy holes. I should have been breaking in those other bitches.”
Both Diver and Pillow became guilty and ashamed. Merrie closed her eyes as she sent them a wave of comfort and love. She didn't mean to save them and she didn't deserve them to think so, but she couldn't tell them that.
But, instead of her efforts comforting them, both Pillow and Diver grew more determined. There was a sudden courage inside them, a hardness as they finished drinking.
Grange's thoughts broke Merrie's connection with the two. He was thinking about raping them and whipping them one last time. Memories of torture welled up and Merrie grew hot and slick at the recollection. She hated being turned on by her abuse, but she knew that it was far better than the pain that the others would experience. She could at least pretend she was enjoying it.
Her stomach clenched violently as tears ran down her cheeks. She hated the pain, she hated the agony. She hated it, but she couldn't let him hurt the others. She took a trembling step toward Grange.
Grange looked down at her as he stuffed a strip of fried pig into his mouth. “Fucking hell. You want more, Cunt?”
She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks, but she nodded her head.
“Well then,” he smiled as he tore a hunk of bread off with his teeth. “If you want it so badly-”
Merrie didn't hear the next words as Diver crawled past her. The naked woman had a whip in her mouth and the leather end trailed behind her like a snake. She stopped a meter in front of Merrie and got into a begging position.
Grange froze in mid-chew. “‘at the fuf’?”
Merrie shook her head, silently denying what she saw.
Pillow Chest crawled past with a coil of rope in her mouth. Merrie sobbed as she watched the bitch sit down next to Diver and got into a begging position. The rope bounced against her breasts as she settled into position.
From behind, Merrie stared at their backs. They were trembling and frightened, but the determination was driving them forward. They were doing it for Merrie. Merrie shook her head. “No,” she mouthed even though they couldn't see her, “no, no.”
He swallowed. “What the fuck are you two doing?”
Merrie stared at the backs of the two bitches. They were both holding themselves perfectly in position, but it was their emotions that blinded her mind's eye. Even though they were terrified, they were saving her. They wanted to take Grange's abuse just to save her.
“You fucking want to be whipped?”
Two barks.
“You are stark raving mad, you useless cunts.”
Two more barks.
“Well, then,” he jammed the last of his breakfast into his mouth. Swallowing loudly, he stood up. His cock was hard and dripping. “We better get to the beating, huh?”
Fear rose up, but it was pushed back down. Two bitches barked and wiggled their asses in a mockery of an excited dog. And then Merrie heard a voice in her head from one of the bitches.
(We can do this. It's just for a few hours. Blessed Divan, this is going to hurt. Just back up, Rina, and let her do it. No! I have to. I have to!) Memories welled up and they weren't Merrie's. Instead, it was one of them watching Merrie being raped and tortured. Some of the images came through bars of the cage and others from being tied to the side walls. Days slammed into her and Merrie watched herself being fucked. If she just paid attention to when Grange was fucking her, it looked like Merrie was pretending to be terrified. There was a flush on her cheeks and her pussy dripped with excitement. But, as soon as Grange finished, everything changed. The lustful bark faded into a look of anguish, self-hatred, and pain.
Merrie sobbed as she saw herself. She was a lie, a fake. The brave face they saw wasn't her. She didn't want it, she hated Grange. She shook as she took a step back.
(Only a few hours, then I'm done. But, she's coming back. He's going to hurt her. He's going to… I have to! I can do it. I can… I…) The thoughts faded away, leaving Merrie alone in her own mind.
She knew Sable would just shove her way past, to stand in front of them and insist on being beaten. But, Merrie couldn't do it. She couldn't take the pain anymore. Humiliated, she crawled back. A trail of hot tears splattered against the stained wooden floor as she fled the pain and agony, abandoned the two bitches who thought Merrie was someone better.
Shamed, she continued until her ass hit the cage. She sat down, then pressed her body tight against the wooden floor. Tears ran in her cheeks as she stared at the two trembling bitches willing to stand in her place.
Grange yanked the whip from Diver's mouth. He slapped her hard with his other hand and the crack of flesh tore a wail from Merrie's thought. Grange glared at Merrie, his eyes filled with disgust. “Shut the fuck up, you useless, fucking cunt!” He looked down as fresh fantasies rose up in his mind. “I get to have some fun.”
Merrie closed her eyes so she didn't have to watch.
The next few hours were agony, but Merrie couldn't open her eyes. The screams of pain, the cracks of the whip, each one reminded her that she didn't stand up. The guilt tore at her heart but she didn't dare to watch. But, no matter how tightly she closed her eyes, she could feel the two bitches in her mind. They were in agony but just as determined. They alternated encouraging Grange, doing the very thing Merrie did, and he threw all of his anger and hatred into their bodies.
She didn't deserve it. She wasn't Sable. She wasn't Dixie. She was just an impostor, pretending to be something more than a kidnapped woman who lost her hands and feet. She sobbed and hated herself.
She felt their determinations cracking under the pressure of being choke-fucked and beaten. But, when one started to cry out in real terror, the other took the slack and gave encouragement.
And, somewhere in the dark world of agony and screams, something changed. Merrie reflexively reached out with her mind. She felt them in her heart, two bright points of agony and fear. She could help them with that. She opened herself up and gave everything she could: love. She wanted to tell them she didn't deserve it, but her mind refuse to push out those thoughts or they were refusing to acknowledge it.
Hot tears ran down her face as she thanked them. It washed over them and she heard the screams change. Instead of the high-pitched agony, it became cries of pain that were partially faked. Her thoughts were holding back the worst of the pain and instead of shrinking back, the two bitches encouraged Grange even more.
He drove himself into them, whipping and beating. Even when he took out the sharper whips and spikes, they took it. When he threw Diver into the barbed wire fence and fucked her into the spikes, she cried out for more.
Merrie didn't have a word for what she was doing. She was in their minds, shielding them from their own pain and fear. And they loved her. They loved her despite being an impostor, a fake. And, she realized, she loved them just as much.
“Fuck!” bellowed Grange. Merrie opened her eyes as he pulled his limp cock from Pillow's throat. She gasped for breath as he staggered back and slumped against a pillory. “That was the best fucking time I've ever had.”
And he was telling the truth. Grange was sated, for the first time that Merrie encountered the man, the anger was banked and quiet. His thoughts were almost clear as he looked down at the gasping bitch. He reached over and smacked her hard, but he got no joy out of it. It was just a rote gesture for now.
“With a hole like that, maybe I should keep you another week.”
Pillow's mind flashed with fear, then somewhere outside of the room, Sable barked loudly.
Grange looked up with surprise, then stared at the clock. “Crap! Where did the time go!?”
He rushed over to the sink and grabbed a washcloth. Working quickly, he scrubbed down his body.
Merrie picked herself up and crawled over to Pillow who was panting on the ground. She searched the bitch's face for an emotion and found relief. Fighting back the tears, Merrie knew she had to help physically and not just mentally. She kissed Pillow's cracked and bleeding lips, hoping that she could ease the physical pain.
Pillow trembled as she reached up for Merrie, wrapping her gloved arms around Merrie's neck and pulling her into a hot, frantic embrace. Her body, slick with sweat and oozing cuts, ground against Merrie. She had large breasts and they rolled over Merrie's smaller ones. The smell of Pillow's excitement rose up, mixing in with the scents of urine and blood.
Diver slipped in next to them, her mind filled with the same relief. Merrie tried to break Pillow's kiss to embrace Diver, but Pillow didn't let go. Instead, Diver ran her lips down Merrie's flank, teasing the sensitive flesh as she worked her way down to Merrie's hip.
Then, as if they planned it, both bitches pushed Merrie to the side and on her back. Merrie blinked in surprise as she found her world spinning, then stared up at two women who had a thankful lust burning in their gazes. She reached up for them, her amputated arms stroking their breasts.
Diver's thoughts rose up. (Thank you.) It was the thoughts she heard earlier, of a woman named Rina. Diver lowered herself to kiss Merrie.
Merrie caught a glimpse of the whips and chains above her before she closed her eyes to avoid looking at the horror above her. She opened her mouth and accepted Diver's tongue as it flicked inside.
Pillow worked her way down, kissing along Merrie breast to catch one nipple. Pillow's arm brushed against Merrie and Merrie felt the lines of the whipping that covered her skin.
Merrie closed her eyes tightly, shamed, but then Diver kissed her harder, driving her against the floor as she forced Merrie's open. At the same time, Pillow nipped at Merrie's nipple, sending a flash of pleasure and delicate pain across her senses.
As the humiliation rose, so did Diver's and Pillow's kissing and nipping. Merrie tore her thoughts away as she realized they were responding to her emotions. She felt shame and Pillow nipped again. Merrie forced her despair and shame down, hiding it deep inside so it wasn't dominating her thoughts.
Both bitches relaxed and resumed the playful caressed. Pillow released Merrie's nipple with a slurp and crawled over Merrie's body. She sank between the space of Merrie's legs. Her own breasts, covered in bruises and whip lines, smashed against Merrie's belly as she kissed further down. She used her bound arms to continue her trail down.
Merrie felt a growing pleasure in her body as Pillow's mouth found her slit. It was slick and wet, not from Grange's own sick desires, but her own hunger for loving sex. It was light and natural compared to the unnatural feeling of Grange. It was night and day, much like the acidic pleasure of the collar.
Diver broke the kiss but kept her lips against Merrie's lips. She smiled and kissed Merrie's nose before working her own way down. Merrie could do something, but she was pinned by the two bitches as Diver worked her mouth down to Merrie's throat, kissing along remembered bruises.
Trembling, Merrie moaned. The sensation of a tongue lapping at her sex was a forgotten pleasure. It curled through her senses and eased the memory of her own torture. It pooled in her pussy as she writhed in the growing pleasure. She reached down, but her non-existent hands couldn't reach Pillow's hair.
She slumped against the hard ground and spread her legs more. The smell of her excitement was a drug, but knowing that it didn't come from Grange's lusts pushed her closer to an orgasm. She rocked her hips to Pillow's mouth, silently begging for more.
And Pillow gave it to her. The bitch spread Merrie's legs and lapped hard and fast, delving her tongue in Merrie's slick sex until Merrie shuddered with a growing orgasm.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
Grange's words sent a flash of fear through all three of them, but then Diver and Pillow surprised Merrie as they bore down, lapping and kissing faster. Both of them worked to push Merrie to an orgasm before Grange ripped them away.
“Fucking lesbos,” muttered Grange as he kicked Diver as he past them.
Merrie clutched at Diver as she threw herself into her growing orgasm, straining to push herself over the edge. It was an intense one, building until it hurt her chest.
Ice water slammed into her and the shock of it sent Merrie over the edge. She arched her back and screamed out as every nerve ignited into white hot flames of ecstasy. She sobbed and mewled, reaching out for anything as she lost control of her body.
She heard Grange ranting, but couldn't understand the words. All she cared was the orgasm that shoved away all the pain, all the sorrow, all the agony. It tore at her body and she didn't think her body could take the intensity of it. She had to share it and she opened herself up to give pleasure to Pillow and Diver.
Her mind burst out of the confines of her body, blossoming into a wave of orgasm. Next to her, Diver and Pillow suddenly were thrown into orgasms of their own. Each orgasm was a bright star of pleasure in Merrie's mind. Diver slumped against Merrie as she gasped for breath. Diver tensed up, whimpering as she cried out. As their pleasure grew, so did the bright stars in the field of Merrie's thoughts.
But, Merrie couldn't stop it. Her pleasure continued to ripple out from her. It went further than her projection had ever gone. A third star burst into orgasm. It was Snuff Bait on the stairs outside the room. She came right against the wall, crying out as the sudden orgasm consumed her thoughts. And then another one bitch into an orgasm, adding to the stars forming in Merrie's mind. And then another. And another. In the space between her rapid-fire heartbeats, the bitches of the mill exploded into orgasm.
Merrie cried out, not seeing through her eyes anymore. She was lost in a field of stars, writhing in an orgasm that was spreading out with a rush.
The only one not to cum at the first touch of her mind was Sable. The bitch was in the great hall, but her mind was surrounded by a shield of white metal and scorch marks. Then, with a playful but surprised pop, the shield dropped down and Merrie's orgasm crashed into Sable.
Compared to the other bitches, Sable was a supernova. The intensity of the alpha's orgasm dimmed the other suns as Sable exploded. A long wail of pleasure cut through the physical world as the light kept getting brighter and brighter, exploding with a brilliance that tore through the house after Merrie's own orgasm. It crashed back into Merrie and sent her into a higher orgasm.
Merrie clutched the air as she screamed out in ecstasy. She was blinded from the pleasure as she felt the pressure wave spreading out even further. Just as it was beginning to fade, two more orgasms lit up in a distance: Sama and Snapping Pussy. They were in Tabitha's cave but Merrie couldn't focus enough to wonder how far away that was.
And then a second supernova exploded across her mental world: Dixie. The second alpha was almost as intense as Sable and it blossomed into a white-hot orgasm that rolled back toward Merrie.
Merrie felt it coming but she was utterly helpless to do anything. It crashed her and threw her into a higher level of intensity. It grew so powerful that it hurt. Her body couldn't take anymore and she felt the pleasure burning out her senses. And in the sudden darkness of her mind's eyes and her unseeing eyes, the crest of her orgasms rushed past.
Merrie slumped back to the ground as all the pleasure rushed out of her, leaving an intense and sticky afterglow of honey and lust. She slumped against the suddenly solid floor and panted for air. She was choking as if the wind was driven from her but nothing touched her. She opened her mouth, trying to draw in air.
“You were just fucking licking each other. It can't fucking hurt that much.” Grange spoke as if he didn't know what just happened. Merrie realized she didn't feel any of the trainer in the intense moment of pleasure, just the bitches across the mill.
She opened her eyes and looked at Grange. It took a long moment for her eyes to come into focus.
He scowled at her but then froze. A strange look crossed over his face. Merrie realized she couldn't feel his thoughts anymore. They were not even in her thoughts. All she could see was a pathetic man filled with hatred and insecurity, someone who had to hurt to feel power. She got glimpses of his childhood, of a brutal father beating him, and then a flash of seeing his own father dangling from a rope tied to the ceiling. The connection faded.
Pity rose up from her and Grange blanched. He stepped back with a look of fear.
But, then the moment was gone. Her mind returned to normal and his desires began to creep into her thoughts.
Grange shook his head to clear it. “What the fuck happened?”
He turned his attention back to her. “I don't know what you did, but don't ever do that again.” His anger started to build again. “Don't ever do that again!”
Merrie's breath came back with a rush. She trembled as she remembered how to move her arms. Next to her, Diver and Pillow staggered as they got to their feet. Their eyes were wide as they stared at Merrie.
Rolling over, Merrie crawled to her arms and knees. She gasped for breath before she dared to peek over to the two bitches. They were still staring with shock but smiles stretched across their faces. Their own afterglows still smoldered inside their thoughts.
Pillow crawled over and kissed Merrie on the lips. (Thank you.) Pillow's voice was soft and bubbly with just a hint of a cultured accent.
Diver followed after, but her thoughts didn't quite drift through Merrie's mind. But, the thanks and love filled Merrie anyways. They were an intense comfort for the dread of being alone with him later. A gift that she couldn't thank enough.
Grange finished pulling on his shirt. “Are you fucking cunts done screaming?”
Merrie sat up into a begging position. The others followed suit. As soon as all three of them were in position, they barked.
Grange looked worried for a moment. Then the glare came back. “We better hurry up, the show is about to start.”
He strode over to the door and yanked it open. His confusion and fear faded underneath anger as he gestured for them to follow. Diver and Pillow went first, then Merrie followed.
“Fucking bitch,” snapped Grange and he kicked her in the ribs.
The impact slammed Merrie against the wall. A flash of pain cut through the afterglow and it started to crack. The charm on her neck pulsed. She took a deep breath, wincing from the pain of her healing rib, and crawled down the hall.
Behind her, Grange shut and locked the door. He strode past her with another kick and lead the way to the stairs. Downstairs, there was laughter and cheers and it warmed Merrie's heart to know that she would be joining them soon.
At the stairs, she looked down and her heart skipped a beat. At the bottom was Bass. He stood in the doorway of the great hall, his powerful arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. He wore a simple light brown shirt which contrasted with his gray skin. His trousers were dark brown and he wore boots.
Merrie's heart welled up at his sight. He was a comfort with just his presence, an anchor that made all the pain go away. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure and headed down the stairs.
She only had a flash of warning before Grange's annoyance flared up. His kick caught her right between the legs, the tips of his shoes slamming into her clitoris. The impact slammed into Merrie and she lost her balance. With an desperate shriek, she tumbled down the stairs. The impact of the boards slammed into her back, arms, and legs before she came crashing down on the ground at Bass' feet.
“Grange,” said Bass in a low voice.
“She's clumsy.”
“Don't do it again,” warned Bass.
Grange came down to the same floor. He smiled cruelly at Bass. “You aren't in charge of her, paladin. I can do whatever the fuck I want to.” He walked past Bass and into the great hall. “And there is nothing you can fucking do about it.”
Bass' knuckles creaked as he balled his hands into fists. His emotions were hidden from Merrie, but looking up, she knew there was rage behind his yellow eyes. He looked down at Merrie and there was pain and frustration on his face.
Sighing, he knelt down and helped Merrie to her hands and knees. “Good girl.”
When Merrie didn't shiver with an orgasm, he frowned. “You really did break the collar, didn't you?”
Merrie blushed and smiled. She gave a little bark.
Bass smiled broadly. He patted her head. “You are a very good girl. Now, do you know anything about that?”
He pointed into the room.
Inside were the gathered bitches. They were playing like usual, but there was a strange tension in the room. She took a deep breath and was overwhelmed by the smell of sex and orgasms that clung in the air. Curious, she crawled into the room and took another breath. It was the smell of pleasure in the air, hot and humid, and it was the sweetest perfume she had ever known.
Snuff Bait saw her first as she crawled on top of Horny Holes. She froze as a smile crossed her face. Horny Holes kicked her off, but as she got to her feet, she also caught sight of Merrie. One by one, the playing and wrestling stopped to regard Merrie. The room was bright with their emotions and their love blinded Merrie's mental senses.
Merrie blushed hotly as she inched into the room. She stopped inside the door when she caught sight of something glistening on the floor. Lifting her arm, she peered down until she realized it was cum. She peeked up to Eight who mouthed, “Thank you.”
And then they were on her. Naked bitches swarming over her as they all jumped her. There was kissing and touching. Merrie was lost in a storm of hands and tongues and tails. They caressed her entire body and their minds filled her with their thanks and love. It filled her with joy as they pushed and stroked her and touched her. She could do nothing except roll in the pleasure as she was brought to the ground and a dozen lips and tongues assaulted her.
Merrie didn't know who was licking or touching her. After a few seconds of trying, she realized she didn't care and lost herself in the pleasure of everyone. Mouths clamped against her nipples, tongues lapped at her sex, breasts, belly, everywhere. And everything turned into a blur of pleasure as she writhed and tried to enjoy every bit of it.
“Okay,” Bass called out, “could the bitch orgy stop? You've been going at it for almost an hour.”
Merrie gasped as she sat up. She had lost track of time. Her body felt liquid and hot, like molten silver poured into her veins. She gasped for breath and struggled to get the overwhelming sensations and afterglow back under control. She shook as she struggled to get to her feet, giving up twice before she managed to get her limbs back under control. Gasping for breath, she looked around.
Sable smiled broadly as she sat in front of Merrie. There was something in her eyes, a knowing that Merrie was so close to understanding herself.
Dixie came up next to Sable and sat down by the alpha. His bright eyes fixed on Merrie. It was the same look, as if both of them knew that Merrie's orgasm had taken over the entire mill in one moment. It was a look of expectation. Then, he nodded in approval.
His action stunned Merrie. She gaped with surprise.
Next to Dixie, Sable also looked surprised even though she wasn't looking at Dixie. She turned and butted Dixie in the side of the head before trotting to Bass.
Dixie rolled his eyes and turned around to crawl over to Tabitha who was leaning against the wall.
Seeing all the bitches heading toward their masters, Merrie reluctantly crawled toward Grange. The man was crouched between two windows. He was speaking sharply to Cock Diver and Pillow Chest. As Merrie drew closer, she heard the tail end of his words.
“-fucking bitches. I don't care what you do, if you don't get a copper, I'm going to beat your fucking asses until you bleed.”
His words were lessened by the knowledge that Bass had always moved the bitches away from Grange at the dog show. For Diver and Pillow, their agony was over. And Merrie could sent the relief filling them.
Diver peeked over to Merrie and she was filled with sympathy and sadness. Merrie crawled over and gave her a kiss.
Grange grabbed Merrie's collar and dug his fingers around the metal. “And you, little fuck hole, I don't know what you did, but I'm going to teach you to keep out of my fucking head!”
Touching him, the emotions came hard and fast. Fresh anger and hatred was now directed at her. She could feel it burning at her mind as the hungry desires to break her filled her thoughts. Grange had been pushed over the edge and he was no longer content with just whips and chains. He was picturing the knives on his table. She could feel with sick clarity the desire to break her bones, just to watch the healing charm putting her back together. The images were clear, as if she was experiencing them, and Merrie knew that it would be nothing like what happened before.
She felt sick to her stomach as she was assaulted by his desires. She let out a whimper as her world grew dark until it was nothing but herself and Grange. He pulled her close and then pulled out a rope.
Fear flashed through her, burning away the faded pleasure of her orgasms as he wrapped it around her neck. “I'm going to fucking break you.”
The rope tightened, cutting off Merrie's breath. “I'm going to break your ass. I'm going to fuck you with every sharp blade I have, just to hear you scream. And then I'm going to rape the bloody hole just to feel you healing around it.”
His voice was a tight whisper, brimming with anger. He tightened the rope and she felt her throat constrict off her breathing. Panic and fear pounded in her ears as she pawed at his hands, her useless limbs sliding off his grip. She was barely aware that he was standing up, pulling her completely off the ground as he snarled at her.
“I'm going to break you. I'm going to make sure you never become like that dumb bitch Sable.”
Merrie's skin grew tight with her fear. A tingling coursed along with, growing with intensity as she pawed at him, trying to force him away. She grew more terrified with every passing second, assaulted by his plans for her body.
“By the time I'm…” His words trailed off but his mouth was still moving.
Merrie thought it was the pounding in her ears but then she realized she couldn't heart anything except two heartbeats. The tingling grew more intense and then burst out from inside her.
It was the bond. The ghostly leash waved once and then snapped forward. It buried itself into Grange's chest and an intense hatred poured into her. She opened her mouth to scream but no noise came out. She could feel his heart speaking to her.
(I'm going to break her.)
And she wanted it.
(She's going to scream.)
And she needed it.
(I'm going to rape her!)
With every passing heartbeat, the connection grew stronger and more solid. She sobbed and tried to shove him away, to escape the horrid fate of bonding with Grange. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. She was helpless as the solidifying bond allowed more emotions to crash into her.
Grange's memories poured into her, of his entire childhood flooding through her. She was assaulted by his own beatings, of his military service, of years of fighting in wars as he crawled to the top of the ranks.
She sobbed and lashed out. She was desperate to escape. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to kill herself than to let the bond continue. It kept growing more solid and solidifying. It took on a shape of braided leather as wisps gathered together. It was a whip, just like the one he formed with magic, and it was tying them together.
His life continued to pour into her, filling her with the desire to be hurt, beaten. It came with memories of his court martial, of being convicted of killing an entire village. He lost everything and was thrown out of the army. He quickly became a beggar on the street, but it wasn't long before he was fighting in the underground arenas.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Sable barking violently with a frightened look on her face but no noise reached Merrie's ears. She wanted to reach out for Sable, to beg her to save her, but she couldn't tear her body away from Grange. He was becoming her entire world, her meaning for life, her existence.
She shuddered as she looked down. The connection was almost complete. Only one strand left until she was irrevocably bound to the man she hated and feared for her life.
A gray fist came swinging right over her head. The world slowed down as she saw Bass's arm come in a powerful backhand. Plates of white armor appeared and slammed into place right before his fist slammed into the wall of the great hall. Wood, glass, and Dixie's picture shattered as he tore a deep gouge through the wall. The swing continued into Grange's face and the sickening crunch blasted through the forming bond.
Grange flew straight back, breaking through chairs and a trophy case before he crashed into the back wall of the hall.
Bass continued the swing and stepped in front of Merrie. He threw back his arms and there was a single burst of power as his armor slammed around him. Bright white and silver, it crashed into place around his body. A shock wave burst out from the impact of his armoring and threw Merrie back to the floor.
To Merrie's horror, she saw the connection between her and Grange still forming. The seconds slowed down as she watched the last of the braids slowly coming into existence.
Tabitha as a giant wolf slammed into Grange, punching him through the back wall as she took out the entire corner of the hall. The ceiling started to cave in. Through the crumbling timbers, she saw Tabitha's magic ignite and the wolf accelerated. A blink later, she was gone and there was a hundred meter long explosion of shattered trees and leaves in the wake of her passing.
The connection stretched tighter but didn't break. It slowed down but was still forming. More memories coursed into her, of Grange taking Bass' offer to be a trainer. It was six years ago, but Bass didn't look different than he did now. But, then she couldn't think of it as she experienced six years of torture and beating, of being turned on by hurting people. She could feel her mind twisting to match with his thoughts even as she struggled against it.
And then Sable and Dixie were there. Dixie was in wolf form, but Sable had wolf-like fangs as they both bit down on Merrie's shoulder. The force of their blow drove Merrie into the door of the great hall. It cracked from the impact and they fell through it in a shower of shattered wood.
The pain was intense, more than just physical damage but something that cut into her very being. With a sickening sensation, the connection snapped. Merrie felt an intense despair punch into her. It was a loss that scraped against her very soul, a wound that dug deep into her soul. She tried to let out a wail of pain and sorrow, but no noise came out.
Struggling on her back, she reached up for the rope still around her throat. It was strangling her but her amputated arms refused to grab on the rough texture. She opened her mouth to call out, panicked as she flailed on the floor. She lost control of her bladder but the hot liquid pouring down her leg faded under her fading senses.
She was helpless as the world grew dark.
And then there was nothing.