“I love it when you do that,” Borias murmured as Merrie woke up.
Merrie opened her eyes in confusion. She pushed her head out from the sheets and ran her chin along his naked thigh until she could look at him. “What?” She tensed at the word as she remembered the feedback from the heavy iron collar around her neck, but no shock came.
“The way you wake up when I do,” chuckled Borias. He reached down and stroked her cheek. “I be having the strongest shields in the mill, but somehow you be slipping right into them when I wasn't paying attention.”
She frowned as she tried to understand.
Borias chuckled and slipped his hand around to the back of her neck. She could feel the pressure of his fingers as he guided her toward his cock.
The heat of submission rose up and she lifted her body from the mattress. She could feel the moisture gathering as she lifted one leg and speared it through the blankets to reach between his legs. Her breasts bumped against his thigh as she crawled over his shin and settled into place in the gap between his knees.
Merrie breathed in the scent of Borias' growing excitement. With a grin, she kept her eyes locked on his and lowered her mouth to kiss the base of his cock.
“I bet,” he said, “you also be waking up when Grange and the boss woke up too? Right?”
Merrie caressed his hairy testicles and slid one into her mouth. The warm, egg-shaped ball twitched in her lips and she sucked on it playfully before nodding.
“That be the empathic link alphas and betas have. I used to have one with Cici,” he sighed, “I missed that tingle when she be waking up. Her wings always fluttered against my face before she opened her eyes. And then she be wrapping her body around me cock and jerking me off first thing in the morning.” He wiggled his hips and pulled her head closer.
She frowned again and kissed his shaft, working his mouth up to the tip. “Ci-” she kissed his cock again. “Cici?”
Borias ran his fingers through her hair. “I better do up your ears again before the show,” he muttered before changing topics, “Cici was a little drafimp,” Merrie heard of the dark-winged faeries that were rumored to be familiars of evil mages, “with the cutest breasts and these little sharp claws-”
As he spoke, Merrie felt a sad longing filling her. It wasn't a strong emotion, more like it was filtered through a screen or muted by a wall. She reached out with her mind, trying to pick up his emotions, but she encountered a resistance. She pushed against it and tried to worm her senses through what she guessed was his shields.
Borias guided her to the tip of his cock. “That's a good girl. Right now, you be having a… empathic link with me. You be picking up my emotions. Right now, you probably be getting broad stuff like love, joy, or anger. Later, as you be more an alpha, you'll be able to start picking up more complicated ones and more details. Like specific types of lusts. Say… what exactly turns on Bass.”
Merrie started to tell him she could pick up more, but he continued with a smirk.
“I bet you be picking up more. I know Bass want be shoving his log in a tight ass like yours for years. And you, Merrie, knew exactly what he be wanting for years.”
She moaned at the memory of him tearing into her body, and the days that followed of Bass' hard, pounding fucking.
“The boss needed that,” he smiled sadly, “more than you can imagine. The last time it happened, a girl… and then he…” he trailed off for a moment. “But, you knew he wanted to rip into you, ya?”
She blushed and nodded.
“Can you be hearing thoughts yet?”
Merrie nodded and managed to whisper around his cock. “A little, but it comes and goes.”
“You be getting better. I be betting,” he ran his fingers along her ear and drew her back to his cock. “that after what happened with Grange, you be picking up a lot more from the other girls.”
She got a flash of his desire, the pleasure of her lips against his shaft. She planted her wrists against the mattress and lifted herself up so she could take his entire length into her mouth. The hard cock slid along the roof of her mouth and along the smooth palette. A welcoming surge of heat grew between her legs and lifted her tail tight against her back. It felt good to be exposed. The sheet slipped between her legs and rested against her entrance, teasing her with a tiny little tickle.
“When you bond, it be a telepathic link with your master.”
She remembered hearing Grange's thoughts in her head, sharing her memories. She shuddered in revulsion.
“Aye, being in his head would be bad. But, don't worry, pretty Merrie-”
Merrie moaned around the cock in her mouth.
“-I be a much better trainer. I be nice. I fuck you sweet.”
She smiled.
“And I feed you crap.”
Merrie gave him a mock glare, then shoved his cock all the way into her mouth. She worked her lips at the base and forced it past the gag reflex in her throat. She was rewarded when his eyes briefly rolled into his head and he gripped her tightly. Barely able to grin around the hard shaft, she pulled up and bobbed a few times.
“Aye, but it don't be taking magic to know I like that. That be like saying I pee standing up. Or I like be shoving me dick in your pussy.”
Curious, Merrie wondered what really turned on Borias. She focused on blowing him with long, deep strokes and reached out with her mind. She hit the resistance. It was hard and she couldn't get to the raw emotions that she knew were inside.
Her eyes unfocused as she concentrated on his shields while still sliding her lips up and down his veined shaft. At first, she couldn't figure out how to get into his mind, but then she remembered he said she was already there with an empathic link. She thought about her affection for the mage and concentrated on the emotions. A small link, a hazy little line, appeared in her mind's eye and she worked her thoughts along it and into the shield that surrounded Borias' thoughts.
There was a flash of sadness and she froze. Looking up, she saw a stricken look on his face. She withdrew and felt his shield sealing up.
He let out a long sigh and reached down with his other hand. Pressing his palms right below her ears, he stroked her neck. “No. Actually, I think, Merrie-”
She shivered again at the touch, wishing she could orgasm from the word just like “good girl” used to work.
“-that we need to have a little talk before you be getting in me.”
Merrie opened her mouth and let his cock slide out from her lips. His precum clung to the roof her mouth and she licked her lips. “Talk?”
“I need you to understand why you can't be bonding to me. And that be including sticking your pretty head past my shields.”
Merrie pulled back and Borias let her body slip from his fingers. She pulled back and sat on her knees, spreading her amputated ankles apart until her pussy caressed the mattress. Her tail thumped against the sheet as she watched him warily.
Borias sat up, the muscles along his stomach showing off his fit frame. He reached out and took her severed wrist in his palm. “Now, I be taking down me shields. And you be reading what turns me on.” He looked sad and his eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
“I-I don't want to, do I?”
“Yes, but I be needing you to.”
“Why?”
“You know that Tabby likes to chase and hunt?”
Merrie nodded, a feeling of dread rising in her.
“And that she be getting power from that?”
She nodded again. “And that is why she could crop the others? Because I was a real chase and fought back?” She grew slick at the memory.
Borias nodded. “I be the same type of mage. My entire life be wrapped around me power. It be turning me on and I got magic from it. I wanted it, lusted after it, it be everything for me. But… but…” he let out a long shuddering breath. “Now, you be reading me.”
“I-”
“Now,” came the command.
Merrie took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. This time there was no resistance. She felt the intensity of his emotions against her, like standing in front of a bonfire. She shivered at the raw power inside Borias, both the intense emotions and the well of power that felt like an emotion. She whimpered as she forced herself deeper, sinking into the tightly-wound core that was her current master.
And then she was somewhere else. She was someone else. She was on her uncropped knees and bent over a butcher block. She was screaming as her long, straight blonde hair flew everywhere. She was naked as Borias drove his cock into her, slamming his hips into her ass and driving her into the cutting surface. She caught sight of a knife on the block and every part of her body screamed for him to pick it up. As he thrust into her, he wrapped his arm around her throat and bent her back until his chest ground into her sweat-slicked back. His cock was buried deep inside her, ramming with hard, frantic strokes.
He reached for the knife and she came. She couldn't stop watching as he yanked it out of the wood and pressed it against her shaking breasts. Her soft flesh bounced on the sharp edge, bringing a line of red but she didn't care. She orgasmed again and again, feeling the blade as he brought it up to her throat. And then, with terrifying clarity, he cut her throat and she just kept on coming and coming.
Merrie realized she was screaming, not as the woman from his fantasies, but with her own throat. She blinked and plastered her arms against the rough brick wall. She was on the floor between the wall and the bed again and she couldn't stop screaming. Her arms pressed against her face as she shook her head. “No, no, no!”
She caught sight of him between her arms. Borias was sitting on the edge of the bed, tears on his cheeks. He held out his hand for her, but made no effort to touch her.
He was devastated and she could feel it burning against her mind. He took a deep breath and started to talk. “Her name be Bithis. It be sixteen years ago. I be a rising chef at the time and just earned me sixth rank. In a few years, I be a ninth and I got me all the pussy I be wanting. But, I be liking a certain type of girl.”
“S-She,” Merrie choked on her words, “she wanted it, didn't she?” She could feel the girl's emotions in her mind. She hungered for the blade, desperate to feel it slicing into flesh. It was the same hunger for submission that Merrie felt, intense and intoxicating, addictive and terrifying at the same time.
He nodded. “They all did. We call them spit muffins and I be a cannibal. Me magic,” he held out his hand, “and me lusts are the same. I need their desire, I need them to want it. But,” he looked away toward his cooking area, “I also be needing them to die. And I be needing to cook and be eating them.”
She shuddered at the thought. She could almost feel the same desire, a hunger to feel the knife against her throat. It was different than Grange. Borias would love her, touch her, make her cum, and then end it in one single-
The thought ended with a crash as his shield slammed back into place. She was thrown back into her own mind. The impact of it startled her and she whimpered.
“No,” he said fiercely. “You can't be wanting that.”
Merrie gasped for breath. She couldn't focus on anything but the man in front of her. He wasn't what she thought. He was worse than Grange in so many ways, but he was kind, caring. She remembered how he held her when she was sobbing on the stairs. Or the playful way he teased her on the first day at the pond.
Everything inside her screamed to run away, but Merrie knew she couldn't escape. She was a slave, one to her own desires. She lowered her arms and forced herself into a kneeling position again. Her severed legs slid against the slate floor as she arched her back and brought her wrists up to her iron collar. Her tail tapped against the brick wall behind her.
Borias sniffed and wiped the tears from his eyes. “You be beautiful, Merrie.” He reached out and stroked the back of her neck. “Courage be kneeling there.”
She whimpered but kept kneeling. “W-What happened?”
Borias stroked his thumb against her collar. "In Franome City, there be laws for spit muffins. Therapy, forms, and the whole bureaucratic ritual. It be taking a year and Bithis did them all. But, Bithis' father be not liking it and he be rich. He brought charges on me, but I covered me bases. He did it again. And again."
He sniffed and clenched his hand. “The fourth time, something be happened. They found a form I be missing, but not one I knew about. But, it be letting in a gap and I be convicted. Life imprisonment at Abbinkey and a geas.”
He grabbed the edge of the mattress. “They killed Cici in front of me. Tore her wings off and drowned her in holy water. I-I-I,” tears ran down his cheeks, “they didn't have to do that, but it be just one more way to hurt me. I… I tried to kill myself that day, but they stopped me. It be the beginning of the end for me.”
Merrie sniffed and tears of sympathy burned in her eyes.
Borias wiped his nose with his arm, then his eyes with his palms. “Well, I be killing the sexy mood, but just a bit more. Like with most mages, they be putting a geas on me. In my case, against killing or allowing someone to be killed.”
“What's a geas?”
“You know that Bass be getting power from promises?”
Merrie sniffed and rubbed her face to get her own tears. Borias reached out and cupped her chin to do it for her. A surge of heat filled her as he wiped under one eye, then the other.
“Well, that be the other type of mage. He takes on restrictions and gets more power outside the restriction. It be started with his vows to Lemitri, that be his old goddess, but he make more. When he be breaking one, it disrupts all his power.”
Borias rested his thumb on Merrie's lip and she sucked on it.
“Now, if the boss be breaking a promise, it feels like someone ripped out his heart. And he get sick. And weak. But he get up. And he make more promises and in a year or three, he be back to full power. If I break my geas,” she could feel him tensing up, “all me insides liquefy and ignite into flames. And then come pouring out of me holes while necromantic energy keeps me alive and screaming for at least an hour.”
Merrie gasped in shock. “Why?”
Borias shrugged. “I be a murderer in the eyes of the law. With mages, they can escape prisons and run away, so they make it I can't be cheating. I can't even be over at Maddy's farm on slaughter day, because if I witness a killing, my insides get mobile.”
“That's horrible!”
“Aye, but it be what it be. Now, if you be bonding, we have a problem. Alphas want to pleasure their masters. That be why Dixie gets beat on by Tabby and Sable is enthusiastic for the boss's cock. They break the bed more than a few times because he can really pound her ass. You be not able to stop it because it be what you are. You be wanting to please your master.”
Merrie shuddered at her longing when Grange was bonding to her, the desire to be beaten and hurt.
“Aye, pretty girl, with Grange you want to be hurt. But, with me, because of me lusts, you want be either getting yourself killed on me cock or you want to be finding girls to be killed on my cock. And, in either case, I be dying painfully. And,” he sighed, “familiars and alphas don't live past their master's death. So, you be finding me a pretty to die. I die and then you die. And it be sucking because it be hard to be dignified when your stomach and heart come spewing out your ass. Well, I be having mobile innards, you be just pining for death and give up.”
Merrie didn't know what to say. She was horrified for what he did and sad for his predicament. From her brief touch with his mind, she knew that there were hundreds of other women who all died in the same way. Every single one of them was lusting for it, hungry to die for him. She wanted to be one, to feel that last intense orgasm, but then realized she was pulling on his desires again.
“You are good at getting through me shields. So,” he grabbed her head with both hands, “we be doing something else. You be slick and horny?”
Merrie blushed but shook her head.
Borias grinned. “Can't be imagine why. So, just like that day I first woke up in Abbinkey, we move on. And what do we do after the morning fuck?”
She glanced down at his half-hard cock. Her heart thumped as she knew what was next. She let out a soft whimper and got back into her begging position. She tilted back her head and opened her mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he stood up. He brought his cock to her mouth, not to fuck it but to use her as a toilet.
She hated it but she also found a joy in serving him. She took a deep breath and opened her throat as he started to pee into her mouth. She gulped at the right place and held herself still, feeling the hot liquid pouring down her throat. It reminded her of being filled with cum and she squirmed at the growing pleasure.
When he finished, she engulfed his cock and sucked on it to clean it off. It twitched in her mouth and she smiled around it, bobbing up and down as it grew harder between her lips.
“Oh, thought you not be horny?” He moaned with a chuckle. “Not want to be lingering on the taste?”
Merrie rolled her eyes and sucked harder, bobbing up and down. She swallowed because it was her duty, her reason for being trained by him. But, she also wanted his cum, both to clear her palate but also because it brought him pleasure. Her tail thumped against the wall as she sucked deeper, driving herself to his base. His cock rested at the back of her throat, tickling it. She worked her way back to the lip and lapped at the sweet precum that coated her mouth.
Lifting her gaze to him, she held the base of his shaft between her two amputated wrists, and drove down, sucking on him with deep, long strokes that took his cock head from lips to throat and back again.
He let out a moan of pleasure and his cock surged.
She pulled out until just his head was caught in her lips and sucked. He shuddered once and then cum came pouring into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against the back of her mouth so gather it in her cheeks. Her tongue swirled through the thick heat filling her mouth. When he finished, she pulled off his cock and left it slick but clean.
“You not be swallowing?”
Pleasure filled her as she opened her full mouth and rolled it in her tongue. It was a familiar taste and one that she loved now. With a grin, she pushed her tongue out of the way and tilted back so he could watch it pour down her throat.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “You be horny now?”
Merrie nodded sheepishly.
“Well, then the bed and present your cute ass.”
Merrie levered herself off the floor and crawled on the bed. She perched her knees on the edge of the bed and spread them wide. The feeling of her pussy lips spreading apart and the cool air touching her heated slit gave her another surge of pleasure. She wagged her tail back and forth, enjoying the play of her muscles and the feeling of being exposed.
He grabbed her tail and she shivered at the sensation. She held her breath, waiting for him to drive his cock into her.
But it wasn't a cock that came into her but a tongue against her asshole. She gasped and jerked, but he hauled her back by her tail. His tongue ran around the rim of her ass, exploring the tiny wrinkles. She moaned and stretched out her arms, lowering herself until her back arched at the edge of discomfort and her breasts were crushed against the mattress. It was intense as he wiggled his tongue deeper into her opening, getting it slick as he found the tiny little places that brought her pleasure.
“I be loving your ass.” His voice was muffled by her buttocks and tail.
He moved down, lapping at the area between her two holes and then down to her pussy. She squirmed as he lapped at her sex and circled around it before moving back up to her asshole. Back and forth, up and down.
She tried to lower herself more, but he held her ass up by her tail. It was like as rope that controlled her body. She couldn't do anything but writhe and moan as he assaulted her two holes, lapping, probing, and sucking.
Merrie's breath came faster. She wanted to grab the sheets in pleasure but she couldn't. She didn't have hands anymore. She was helpless to do anything and the thought brought an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She cried out and bit the sheets.
Borias didn't stop. His other hand reached between her legs and found her clitoris. He clamped his thumb against it and the pleasure and pain added to the molten feeling inside her body.
With her tail caught in one hand and her clitoris in the other, she couldn't resist the tongue that assaulted her opening. Crying out into the mattress, she came hard. She shoved back against his tongue, trying to get it deeper into her ass as she jerked against him. The bright waves of pleasure burned away the horror and fear she felt and left her with only one emotion for Borias: love.
He chuckled into her pussy before he released her.
She slumped forward and felt like a pool of warm goo.
Walking around the bed, he grabbed his clothes and dressed. “I be checking on the other girls now. When you are ready, maybe you be leaving the room?”
Merrie tensed.
“Take your time, Merrie,” she shivered at her name, “because I be patient. But, if you can, we be having the dog show tonight on the account the last one be canceled because Tabby blew out the corner of the building. But, I need to be going in the other room. Useless Cunt and Fuckhole be needing to pee and your breakfast be in the cold box. Today is special. It be slimy too.”
She shuddered at the revulsion but then she gave him a pained smile.
He reached down at kissed her on the forehead. “If I could, I be bonding with you in a heartbeat. Fuck the money. I'd be paying the others for the right of me life, and I would be the happiest man in the world.”
She whimpered softly.
He kissed her again, “But, we be what we are.”
Merrie had sudden tears in her eyes. She watched as he left the room but left the door open. It was two days since she woke up in his bedroom and she hadn't left once. She didn't want to, she didn't want to meet Grange ever again.
But, Borias managed to keep on going after everything that happened.
She pushed herself back on her wrists and knees. In the fading afterglow of her orgasm, she slipped to the floor and crawled after him.
Merrie had her own duty. And it was to serve Borias and be a beta for the others. It was a small job, but she couldn't imagine her life without it.