Over the pounding in her ears and the terrible ache from her rape, Merrie could hear the handlers move to pick out their prisoners. Screams rang out and then stopped abruptly as electrical popping noises filled the air. Merrie felt bodies hit the ground with thuds and shuddered in sympathetic pain with each impact.
Bass' cum dribbled down her inner thighs. Merrie wanted to pull her legs together to stop the flow, but she was terrified that Bass would punish her. Instead, she buried her face in the ground and tried not to hear the pitiful cries filling the yard.
Through the din, she heard the handlers naming the prisoners the same type of names as Bass gave her: Pillow Chest, Snapping Pussy, Screams and Cookies, Anal Slut, and other just as degrading names. They grabbed the newly named prisoners and dragged them toward the house. More electrical popping noises sparked as the prisoners struggled and screams were cut off in mid-screech.
Next to her, Bass' boots circled around her. She peeked through her blonde hair at the dirt-covered boots and shook with fear. He stopped next to her right ear and she could feel his presence like a burning brand. “Stay down, Happy Cunt. You two, Silly Tits and Ass Licker.” Merrie could almost picture them cringing at the deep voice. Boss stomped the ground next to Merrie who jumped. “Present yourselves right here.”
Merrie heard bare feet scuffle next to her, then a presence as someone knelt down next to her. Merrie winced as a flash of pain radiated from her violated pussy.
Sniffles and tears splashed down as Sama dropped to her hands, then lowered herself to the ground. Sama's brunette hair pooled underneath her face as she pressed her cheek to the ground.
Boss growled, the deep noise shaking the air. “Ass Licker, I said present yourself!”
The teenage girl cried, a pitiful noise frequently interrupted with the tiny pop noises of her collar. Instead of dropping the girl to the ground, her whines grew louder and more frantic. Bass' boots stepped out of Merrie's vision as he stormed toward the teenage girl; Merrie couldn't quite call her Ass Licker, but it was the only name she had for the dark-haired girl.
Merrie shifted her head so she could look at Sama. In the silence as Bass chased after the teenage girl, she looked at the woman who was her companion in misery.
With Sama naked, Merrie couldn't help looking at her body. Sama was younger than Merrie, maybe in her early twenties, with sweeping breasts that didn't quite sag like Merrie's own large mounds. Her nipples, tiny bumps, hovered a centimeter above the ground. Her body was slender, lithe, with clear lines of muscles. Merrie caught a tiny hint of Sama's pubic hair, a light shaking above her nether lips. But, more importantly, the green-brown eyes that looked back were filled with the same terror and dread that burned inside Merrie.
Merrie didn't know what to say, what to do. She tried to give Sama a sympathetic look, but she knew that it was a lie, a mask for the outright terror that burned in her gut. The searing sensation in her pussy reminded her that their lives were to be filled with rape and violence.
Sama nodded, tears sparkling in her eyes. A fat tear rolled down her cheek and dropped to the ground, soaking into the earth instantly. As Bass' boots shook the ground, she closed her eyes and tensed.
Merrie couldn't look away as Bass shoved the teenage girl down on the ground. The girl let out a scream, this one more human than animal, and the collar finally gave out a large electrical burst and a flash of light. She slumped to the ground and a curl of smoke rose up from other side of Sama.
Bass sighed. “I never had to break in three at once,” he muttered, “this is going to be the death of me.” He circled around the three women on the ground. “All right, bitches, let's see some proper form. Happy Cunt, spread your legs more. Silly Tits, get them nipples on the ground! Ass… damn it, Ass Licker, stop sobbing.”
Everything inside her screamed not to do it, but Merrie scraped her knees on the ground as she forced her legs apart. She felt her nether lips parting with a fresh surge of cum that splattered to the ground. She was terrified of exposing herself to Bass' lusts, but the fear kept her from closing her legs together.
Next to her, crying just as much, Sama pushed her chest against the earth.
“Tits, I said further down.” Bass reached out and pressed his splayed fingers on Sama's back. His green-gray skin was a stark contrast to Sama's paler flesh. He bore down and Sama let out a gasp as he crushed her breasts into the ground. “There, nipples against the ground! Cunt-”
Merrie tensed, waiting her punishment.
“-good enough. Ass Licker, damn it.” Bass growled as he crouched down between Sama and the teenage girl… Licker seem as good of a name as possible.
Morbidly curious, Merrie lifted her body, then lowered so her nipples were just touching the soil. From her vantage point, she watched as Bass took a ham-sized palm and grabbed Licker on the hips. He hauled her up as he used his other hand to shove her face into the ground.
“Listen, bitch, if you obey, this hurts a lot less. If you don't-” powerful muscles bulged along his arm and Licker gave out a wail of pain, “-this will happen. Now, lift that ass… good and keep your head down. Further down. Down.” He finally seem satisfied and patted her on the ass, “good girl.”
He stood up. “Good, good.”
From the house came a high-pitched screech. Merrie looked up with surprise. From the second story window, a naked woman clawed at the glass before a hand reached out and yanked her back.
“Cunt, tits down!”
Shocked, Merrie dropped down and crushed her breasts to the earth.
Bass' boots trod on the ground and he stopped at her hip. His leather armor creaked as he knelt down.
Merrie closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. Even expecting it, when she felt his thick finger slid down the crack of her ass, she jumped. Biting her lip, she shuddered as he ran his fingers through her splayed open labia.
He shoved into her, sopping his finger with his cum and her juices, then pulled out. He nosily sucked on his finger. “Virgin bitch, nothing tastes better. Don't worry,” he smacked Merrie on the ass and she jumped, “I'm done fucking you tonight. First rule of the puppy mill, every bitch goes to bed filled with cum.” He stood up. “It doesn't matter if its your belly, cunt, or ass. But, this is one of those absolute rules. No bitch goes to sleep without getting fucked.”
Reaching over, he ran a hand along Sama's back. She shuddered and whimpered but he just stroked her back like he was petting her. “That means, Silly Tits, that you're going to get fucked. I'd rather take my time with Ass Licker there.” He sighed, “She needs stretching out before she can take a proper cock.”
Merrie felt a small measure of relief knowing that she wouldn't be raped again that night, but her gaze focused on Sama's and she saw the abject terror of anticipation. Risking punishment, Merrie reached out for Sama.
Sobbing, Sama grabbed her hand tightly, squeezing down as fresh tears ran down her cheeks.
“And what's this? What do you think you are doing?”
Merrie inhaled sharply but didn't release Sama.
Bass chuckled warmly. “No, this is actually what I want. Bond with your pack, it will help with the days ahead, but,” he reached down and pried their hands apart. “Do it like bitches, not humans.”
Merrie looked up with confusion and tried to pull her wrist free of his tight grip.
He gestured with his chin. “Happy Cunt and Silly Tits, up on your hands and feet.”
Unsure if she was about to be punished, Merrie used her free hand to push herself up on her hand and knees. Her body balanced on three limbs as she tugged on her wrist. He released her and she slipped her hand free of his rough grip. Gingerly, she rested her palm on the ground and looked at him.
Sama did the same as she pushed herself on her hands and knees.
Bass groaned. “Tomorrow, you'll be getting boots and gloves. Until then, move as if you didn't have fingers. Don't don't have them anyways, but they can comfort each other with their bodies, their heads, sides, tails.”
Hesitantly, Merrie thought she knew what he wanted. Head bowed down in case he hit her, she leaned into Sama and brushed her cheek against Sama's. The other girl's brunette hair clung to the dried tears on her face, but the touch of the warm skin against her cheek gave Merrie some small, pitiful measure of comfort.
Sama gasped, her breath hot on Merrie's ear, and she rubbed her own cheek against Merrie, running right behind Merrie's jaw and along her ear. Sama's tears streaked against Merrie's skin and soaked into her hair, but Merrie didn't care.
They pulled back and looked into each other's eyes. Merrie saw the fear in Sama's brown green eyes, but also a compassion, an understanding they were both in hell.
“Good, good,” purred Bass.
Merrie glanced over to see him rubbing his crotch. She never saw his cock, but seeing the thick girth bulging out from his trousers gave her a start; there was no way it would fit in her hand, much less her pussy. It looked easily three hand-spans in length and there was a dark spot of pre-cum soaking into the fabric.
Bass stood up. “Okay, the hallways should be clear by now. Come on, Cunt, Tits, and Ass, time to see your new home for the next three weeks.”
Merrie started to stand up, but a hard look from Bass stopped her. She dropped to her hands and knees and he nodded with approval. She lowered her head, humiliated at him denying even the basic human right of walking. She crawled forward on her hands and knees. She felt the rough dirt beneath her and the way her body swayed with the movements.
She made it a few steps when she realized that she was alone. Turning around, she saw Bass towering over Licker, who curled in a fetal position. Sama was in the same position, looking back and forth with a torn expression.
Bass squatted down next to Licker. “Look, Ass Licker, you're not going to make it.”
“I-” Her body spasmed violently as her collar activated.
Merrie winced as the girl wailed out and clawed at her collar. Hesitantly, Merrie turned back around and looked helplessly as Licker writhed on the ground, crying out and setting off the collar repeatedly.
It hurt Merrie to see Licker being tortured. Every time the dark haired girl got out a word, the collar exploded into life and she screamed out. The sound echoed in the dark of night. Merrie realized there were tears rolling down her cheeks, in sympathy for Licker.
Bass surprised her when Merrie saw that he has a sympathetic look on his face. He didn't reach out to stop Licker as she electrocuted herself, but there was something cautious and sad in his eyes as he squatted next to Licker. Then, when Licker was flipped over, he finally responded. He reached out and pulled her off her arm, which got twisted underneath her, and set her back on the ground.
Licker, eyes red with tears, opened her mouth. “Pl-” Merrie winced as the collar set off.
It became too much for her. Crawling low to the ground, Merrie worked her way to Licker. She didn't know what to do, but she had to stop the slender girl from hurting herself anymore.
Bass' yellowed eyes rose to look at Merrie, but the expression never changed on his face.
Merrie hesitated, then crawled closer.
Licker was panting in the pause between trying to cry out. It would only be matter of seconds before she started again. Sweat glistened off her body; it dripped down from her throat and along her nearly flat, perky breasts before pooling in her belly button.
Worrying her lower lip, Merrie inched closer.
Licker gave her a pleading look. She opened her mouth and Merrie knew that she was about to say something and start the torture again. “Help-”
Without thinking, Merrie rushed forward on her hands and knees. Merrie plastered her lips against Licker to silence her. The collar around Licker's neck popped and Merrie felt the electrical surge slam into her. She almost screamed into Licker's lips, but Merrie forced herself to keep her lips sealed around the teenager's.
The pain ended quickly.
Merrie opened her eyes and saw herself looking into Licker's brown, tear-filled eyes. Their bodies were close. Merrie's larger breasts were grinding into Licker's sweat-slicked mounds.
Licker started to say something again and Merrie drove her body down, stopping the word before it vibrated the teenager's throat. Licker closed her eyes and her body shook with sobs.
Merrie held herself still, balancing on her hands and feet as she held the girl to the ground. It hurt her to force Licker to submit, but it hurt more to see the collar electrocuting her.
Long moments passed with Licker's panting blowing warm air against Merrie's face. The girl's slender body shifted underneath Merrie. Merrie kept her mouth sealed against Licker's lips as she lifted her arm, then her leg to let Licker stretch out on the ground.
“Well,” rumbled Bass, “that was unexpected.”
Merrie felt a flush of embarrassment. She broke the kiss and felt a line of saliva connecting her to Licker before it snapped. Panting herself, she carefully remained on her hands and knees as she stepped away from Licker.
Bass dropped to his knees and reached out for Licker. She backed away and opened her mouth to call out. Merrie started forward, but Bass moved first. He rested one massive finger on her lips and spoke in a deep, commanding voice. “Silence.”
Licker froze, her breasts heaving as she stared at Bass.
Bass shifted forward as he spoke his gravely voice. “Stop talking, Ass Licker. Right now. Do you understand?”
The teenage girl nodded with tiny movements, her wide eyes staring with rapt horror at Bass.
He slid his hands underneath her shoulders and knees. Without a grunt, he picked her off the ground and pulled her close to his chest. Licker trembled and shook, but she remained silent.
“Come on, I'm tired. Cunt and Tits, head into the house.”
Merrie didn't really understand why she silenced Licker the way she did. She knew that if she used her hand, Bass would have punished her. But, she didn't know how… how to do something as a dog. So, she did the first thing that came to mind.
As Bass strode forward, Merrie followed after. She carefully moved on her hands and knees, feeling the ground scratching her knees and palms as they made their way to the house. At the stairs, she hesitated at the first rough hewn stair, but then realized they were worn smooth with age. Giving it a ginger test, she crawled up the stairs and felt the burn already rising in her cheeks.
Still holding Licker, Bass opened his door. As soon as the door opened, a female barked from inside. Merrie looked up to see another dog girl sitting on the third step of a massive curling staircase leading up.
She was curvy, with a large ass and huge breasts. Her dark brown hair was pulled into two large pigtails, one on each side of her head so it looked like floppy ears. She wore a thin leather collar–Merrie couldn't understand why she noticed that–and nothing else. Merrie's eyes unwittingly traveled down the curvy woman's body, past the bare and swollen pubic mound and along her full, smooth thighs.
At the sight of the dog girl's knees, Merrie froze. The dog girl didn't have legs below the knees. Instead, they ended with a leather boot capping over the amputated ends. Merrie felt fear claw her stomach as she frozen in shock.
Bass chuckled. “Sable!”
Sable, the dog girl, pushed herself off the stairs and bounced over to him. She moved smoothly and wiggled her entire body as she reached up at him with fingerless hands. She had a tail, like the others, that sprouted out of her tailbone right above her ass. It was the same color and texture as her hair and it moved along with the rest of her wiggling. She panted with a smile on her lips.
Merrie glanced over at Sama who looked in the same horror at Sable.
Sable lowered her head and looked straight at Merrie. Intense green eyes, the color of grass, riveted on her and it felt like to Merrie that Sable was looking into her soul. With a smile, Sable dropped to her hands and knees and bounded over to Merrie.
Stomach clenching, Merrie tensed but Sable just slid her head right up against Merrie. Sable ran her cheek along Merrie's, then kissed Merrie right on her shoulder. Merrie gasped as Sable kissed her again, then along her neck. Finally, she kissed Merrie's ear with a breathy giggle, then pulled away.
Sable sat down in front of Merrie and barked once. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at Merrie. When Merrie didn't move, Sable shifted to her hands and knees again, then lowered her body. It was the present position, but Sable wiggled her ass as she gave Merrie a playful look.
Merrie looked helplessly at Bass.
Bass laughed. “I think Sable wants to play. Come on girl, let's get them to the room.”
Sable spun around and barked twice. She bounded excitedly to the stairs and hopped up it.
Merrie stared in shock as she saw the woman without feet bounding up the stairs.
Still carrying Licker in his arms, Bass followed. His boots shook each stair and a few clods of dirt broke off the boots to bounce on the carpet that ran up the middle of the stairs.
Sama, then Merrie after a second, followed after them. They both crawled up the stairs. After only a few steps, it was hard work to climb and after an eternity, they reached the second floor. But, Bass continued up toward the third.
Merrie heard screaming down the hallways on the second floor. Somewhere, someone was being beaten and there were muffled, tear-filled barks through closed door. Merrie shivered at the sound and lowered her body more as she crawled up the stairs.
At the top stairs, there were three doors. One was ornate with carvings covering every centimeter. She didn't get a chance to look at the door as Bass pushed open a different door and strode inside.
Meekly, Merrie crawled after him, then slowed as she took in his room.
Bass had a suite, with a bed large enough for a king. It was a four-poster bed with harsh-looking metal rings embedded near the bottom. A low step surrounded the bed. To the side of the bed was a pile of pillowed and fuzzy blankets. She could see a large, gilded bathroom at one end and a small kitchen area, complete with a rune-heater and a water fount. The rest of the room had various tables, chairs, platforms, stairs, and hoops. She didn't know what they were for, but they looked out of place with the rest of the homey fixings.
She drank in the smell, of sex and men. She could almost pick out Bass' musky sent and the soft sweet smell of sleeping quarters.
“Come on, Cunt, all the way in the room and shut the door.”
Merrie crawled into the room and reached out to close the door. A warning growl stopped her and she flinched back. Looking through her hair, she saw Sable shaking her head. The curvy dog girl crawled forward and used her face to push the door shut. It latched loudly and Merrie jumped.
Sable looked at Merrie through half-closed eyes and she smiled with bared teeth.
Merrie gasped and looked around. Bass was setting Licker down on the bed. He stroked his hands along her hair, then motioned for Sama. Merrie peered to get a better look, but Sable stepped in front of her view. Focusing on the dog girl, Merrie stepped away.
Sable gave a low, breathy growl and stepped forward. Her eyes sparkled as she grinned at Merrie.
Merrie backed away and tried to escape the sudden attention by the dog girl.
Sable followed her, her tail waving back and forth as Merrie was forced toward the bed.
Frightened, Merrie continued to flee slowly, but when her foot touched the pile of pillows, she froze. “What-”
She didn't mean to speak, but the collar shot electricity through her veins. She let out a whimper and dropped to the ground as the spasms shook her body from the inside. Tears from the sudden pain dripped from her face.
When it was over, Sable was using her nose to pull the hair from Merrie's face. Merrie let out a sob and reached up to wipe the tears, but Sable pressed her palm down on Merrie's wrist to pin it. Feeling the fingerless woman holding her down, Merrie froze and looked into the intense green eyes of the dog girl.
Sable leaned forward and kissed the tear from Merrie's cheek. Sable crawled forward and sensually kissed the other cheek. Merrie felt Sable's body, hot and curvy, pressing against her own and she felt a different type of fear. Sable was pushing her back.
Merrie tried to pull away, but she lost her balance and fell back. Her body hit the pillows and Sable was on her. Lips and breasts and skin caressed her body as Sable pinned her to the pillows. Merrie struggled, then she felt Sable's lips latching on her nipple.
After scraping against the earth and stairs, her nipples were sensitive and raw. She didn't know how much until the single intense bolt of sensation slammed into her. Merrie gasped and winched as she waited for the collar to activate.
It didn't.
Sable used her head to push Merrie down and licked Merrie from navel to collarbone.
Merrie didn't know what to do. She looked over at the bed and her mouth opened with surprise. Bass was stripping out of his pants and his cock, a massive thing that looked larger than her arm, bounced with his pulse. The head was rounded and dripping with pre-cum. From her vantage point, it looked ten centimeters across and easily three or four times that length. In the middle was a bulge, only a centimeter thick but almost black compared to the purple-gray skin of the rest of Bass' masculinity.
Her pussy, raped with Bass' cock, sent a spasm as she realized how much was slammed into her body. She realized that Sable was kissing lower. Shivering, Merrie looked down to see Sable working her head between Merrie's legs. The green eyes were sparkling as the dog girl positioned her mouth right over Merrie's sex.
“Good girl, Sable. Clean her out. Get a good helping of cum. I don't think I'll get to you tonight.”
Sable whimpered, but there was a smile on her lips.
Merrie breathed hard as she waited for Sable to press her lips against Merrie's pussy. Merrie never had sex with another woman, but there was something about the intensely green eyes and her current position that just made it natural. She also never had someone go down on her like Sable was, it just wasn't something proper lovers did.
At the first touch of the wide tongue against her sex, Merrie felt a pleasure she never experienced before. It was hot and slick and strong. Sable parted Merrie's labia and sought out the hard, sore clitoris. Her chin brushed on the sore and aching opening. With a few swirls of her tongue, Sable lowered herself even more until her green eyes were barely visible over Merrie's pubic mound. The tongue lapped at her sex, parting it and working at the aching hole.
When Sable lifted her body to change position, Merrie saw Bass' cum on the dog girl's face. Sable buried her head back between Merrie's legs. At the pleasure that blossomed from her recently raped hole, Merrie couldn't help but gasp at the forbidden rush that seared her senses.
Merrie gasped and reached down for Sable, but the dog girl stopped and growled. Remembering that she couldn't use her hands, she let them down. It was wrong to enjoy Sable's tongue. Merrie was abducted and raped in front of everyone. The very man who tore her body open was crawling naked on the bed. She couldn't see Sama except for one foot that Bass lifted to the side, but Merrie could hear the brunette's whimpers.
She closed her eyes, but that only increased her awareness of Sable lapping between her legs. Despite Merrie's resistance and confusion, her body quickly grew hot. Sable knew exactly where to lick, how to lap, and soon Merrie felt a single coursing down her legs and quickening her breath. She reached out for the pillows, grabbing them at first, then just resting her palms on the soft fabric as Sable brought her to her first orgasm with a woman.
It wasn't screaming pleasure, or a clap of heavens, but when it crashed into Merrie, she let out a long moan. Her eyes rolled up as she shuddered with every lap of Sable's tongue.
Sable continued to assault her, driving away the harsh memories of Bass' rape. When she finally looked up, her face was glistening with Merrie's and Bass' juices. Sable barked once and pushed herself up to her hands and knees.
Merrie laid on the pillows, her eyes half closed as she felt betrayed by her body. The warm tingles coursed up and down her skin and she panted in the afterglow.
To her shame, Bass was fucking Sama with long, powerful strokes and Merrie could do nothing to stop him. She could only see his ass hanging over the bed, his huge balls swinging back and forth as he held Sama's feet to his shoulders. Wet slurping noises filled the bedroom as his cock plowed into the brunette woman, a sound that Merrie could not escape.
Sable bounded over to the bed. She rested her arms on the side, right between Bass' legs, and peered over the edge. With a smile on her lips, Sable watched with rapt fascination as Bass' balls smacked her face. Her tail wagged back and forth as she stared at the master's cock driving into Sama's body.
Merrie felt torn. Bass captured her, raped her, and forced her to be a bitch for him. But, as she watched Sable watching him with such innocent joy, she couldn't put the two together. Was Bass a horrible rapist? What did Sable see in him?
Fighting back tears, she couldn't figure it out. She rolled over with her back to Bass, Sable, and everyone else. Curling in a ball, she closed her eyes, held her arms over her ears and wished she would wake up in her own bed.