Merrie hated the cage with every fiber of her being. She was trapped and claustrophobic. The bars brushed against her shoulders every time she moved and no matter what she did, she couldn't straighten her legs. When she tried, her spine pressed up against the top.
More importantly, she couldn't come. No matter how much she rubbed her dripping sex, pawed at her nipples, or stroked the bars, the pleasure refused to rip through the thin veil leading to an orgasm. The acidic taste of magic flooded her mouth every time, it was like the “good girl” response but worse. She thought she knew what torture was, but the minutes that painfully oozed into the hours were beyond anything she could comprehend.
The hunger for orgasm swirled in with the growing pleasure. She could feel the magic of the collar stoking her inferno boiling inside her pussy. She could smell her excitement dripping down her thighs and splashing into a puddle forming around her knees. It was a slight, clear scent tinged with lust and need.
Desperate for an orgasm, she rammed her sex hard against the bar between her legs. It struck the two dildos buried in her pussy and ass. The impact rocketed into her body in a wave of pain and torturous pleasure. The toy in her pussy was almost as large as Bass, and the tip pounded against her cervix with every slam. The butt plug was wide and almost as deep, filling her to the brim. She could feel it punching her guts with every thrust but she couldn't stop. Pain or pleasure, something would finally give her the orgasm she craved.
She licked her dry lips and screwed her eyes close. Bracing herself against the front of the cage, she slammed back with all her might. Something ripped inside her and the healing charm flashed as the golden-green energy filled her. The agony tore at her senses, blurring with the pleasure until she couldn't discern pain and ecstasy.
“Boss, that not be healthy for her.”
Merrie lifted her gaze up to the two men who stood outside of her cage. Borias stood to her right, looking down with concern. He tugged on his shirt as he shook his head.
“I know, Bori.” The thriban was exhausted and pale, from the dark shadows underneath his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped as he leaned against the fence surrounding the dog area. The hours without Sable continued to draw the life out of him and his powerful presence had faded. “But, what can we do?”
Merrie rammed her hips back again as she pleading with her eyes. She welcomed the pain and hit herself again. The bar punched the dildos deep into her guts and tore at her insides. She shuddered at the slick sensation of the charm healing her and slammed back again. More liquid dribbled down her thighs and it splashed as she pounded herself repeatedly against the bars.
The warm summer air teased her senses. It was freedom and only a few centimeters away, but she was helpless to escape her bondage. The last time she was let out to pee, she almost bonded because of a single command from Piffin. Ever since, she was kept locked up and wrapped in bars and magic. Almost three days of no touch by a living being, except for the second it took for Borias to jam the two dildos into her ass and pussy twenty minutes ago.
“Damn it, I be hoping that the enchantment on those toys be enough to get through mother's spell. But,” he sighed with frustration, “she be having decades of experience in making artifacts. She managed to even defend against the Borstim Vulnerability and she be making these twenty years ago.”
“And…?”
“Borstim not be writing that paper until I be meeting him in Abbinkey. Mother be better than me, a lot better.”
“Yeah,” Bass sighed, “she was one of the best artificers I knew. Thank you for trying, Bori.”
“Anything for Merrie. Just wish I could help.”
For a long moment, none of them said anything.
Merrie whimpered and looked up to see neither of them looking down at her. She whined and pawed at the cage. When they didn't respond, she slammed back against the bars. The metal slipped around the flared base of the dildos and crushed her labia. She cried out from the pain and felt the rush of sensations crashing against the magic suppressing her orgasm. She sobbed and her shoulders slumped.
Bass growled, “Damn it, Bori, we can't lose her too.”
He talked about her as if she was nothing but a dog. The humiliation burned against her senses and she wanted to cower at his feet to beg for more. The pain radiated from her pussy and she rocked her hips to smack her tail along the bars of the cage.
“We can be fucking her? She not be taking long to pop.”
A sigh. “Can we risk it?”
“Risk what?” snapped Tabitha as she strode up wearing nothing but a flowing miniskirt around her waist. Her small breasts bounced with her movements, the nipples bobbing.
Merrie wanted to nip at Tabitha's hips and reaching up for her nipples knowing that Tabitha would throw her to the ground and rape her. It would hurt, it would be painful, and it would give her the strongest orgasm of her life. She sobbed with the need, her mouth working silently as she stared at Tabitha's naked breasts.
Tabitha inspected her for a long moment. A scowl crossed her face before she gave both Borias and Bass a scathing look. “If she can't come, do you really think stuffing her to the gills would help?”
Borias sighed and held out his hands. “Sorry, Tabby, I be hoping I could sneak in an orgasm with the toys.”
“So, take off the Ancestors-damned collar and let her cum. Or at least get horny on her own. I hate the damn thing anyways.”
“We can't,” growled Bass.
“Why not?”
“The last spell in the collar, the imprint. Whoever takes off the collar will become her obsession. With her power, she be bonding instantly.”
They couldn't even refer to her by name. As the torturous rush of orgasm rushed up, she moaned. A heartbeat later, the magic suppressed it and she let out a whine. She sobbed at the pleasure. She shifted her knees through the puddle made by her own juices and felt shame that she was so desperate.
“And, with her being a telepath and damn good as punching through shields, even I not be betting between me shields and her.”
Merrie's thoughts riveted on the pain she was causing herself. It was turning into tiny flashes of pleasure. With soft grunts, she rammed herself back against the bar, splattering the ground around the cage as she tried to force an orgasm through the collar.
Tabitha watched her impassively. “How long as she been like that?”
“About half a day,” grumbled Bass, “but it got worse in the last hour.”
“Her T6 and T7 are syncing. She be turning pain into pleasure and we be letting that go too long-”
“Then,” finished Bass, “the collar may cause her to swap pleasure for pain. And then any pleasure will become pain, which will ruin her.”
Merrie whimpered, not seeing the trainers above her. She focused on the drumming and pain against her clitoris and sex. Deep in her senses, she felt one of the powers of the collar coming back, the taste of ozone in the back of her throat told her that it would once again electrocute her if she spoke.
She didn't hesitate. “Come!”
Her entire world ignited into electrical agony. It slammed through her body, tensing every muscle and pushing her almost up to the edge of letting go. The lighting arced along the bars of the cage and sparkled through the puddle of her juices. It turned into white-hot pain, but even the intense pain wasn't enough to shove her over the edge.
“Ancestors,” swore Tabitha, “did she just do that on pur-”
“Come! Come! Come!” Merrie slammed her pussy against the bars, ramming them hard as bolt after bolt tore through her. Each one brought her tantalizingly close to an orgasm. She was desperate as she yelled through the pain, trying to get it to electrocute her faster. If she could just hurt more, she would finally come.
Too soon, the power of the collar faded. She let out a whimpering sob and collapsed to the ground. “Damn it,” she whispered in a hoarse whisper. The collar clicked but only a faint tingle coursed along her skin. Panting, she stared at the ripples in the puddle underneath her, then let out a guttural sob.
“Fuck the Ancestors,” breathed Tabitha in surprise, “how long as she been doing that?”
“As I said, about an hour. The collar be normally having a dozen charges, but it be recharging slowly, a charge every few minutes. It be reactivating after ten minutes with three. And she be using the shock magic to try cumming.”
“I don't like that,” said Tabitha, “What's going to give first, the charm or her collar?”
“Her mind.” Bass growled, “We're losing her.”
Merrie spread her legs to get the cooler air to her heated pussy. She focused on wagging her tail slowly, to one side and then the other. She knew something was wrong, but her mind refuse to focus on anything besides the overriding desperation to fuck.
“Bass,” warned Tabitha, “the only way we can let her out is if we set both alphas and Bori on her. And there is no way you, I, and Dixie can handle two dozen bitches on our own.”
“I know.”
“But, I can see in your eyes you want to do something for her. I know you think highly of your cock, but fucking a dozen bitches a day?”
“I know, Tabitha, but-”
“But what? Are you willing to lose an entire pack because of the bitch?”
“I said, I know!” roared Bass, his voice sending up a flock of birds.
There was silence. Merrie shifted her hips and dragged her breasts through the slick fluid coating the bottom of her cage. She enjoyed listening to the trainers, but she couldn't focus entirely on their words. It was like struggling through an alcohol buzz, where the individual words made sense but strung together became a meaningless blur. She reached out for them, her amputated arm waving.
Borias glanced down, then gently pushed Tabitha further away.
The silfae stepped away without looking back.
Merrie whimpered and slumped down, dragging her arm through the sodden and scorched mud surrounding the cage. She felt the pleasure rising up again, a wave that coursed along her insides. With a whine, she inched back until the bar was once again tapping against the dildo and plug buried inside her.
Bass sighed. “I know, Tabby, you don't have to remind me. I won't ruin her life by bonding.”
“Well, what are you going to do?”
Bass didn't respond.
“Bass? What the-? What are you looking at?”
Borias let out a relieved sigh, “Sable.”
Merrie lifted her head to see Sable crawling down the stairs of the mill house.
The alpha paused at the bottom of the stairs and rubbed her face using the bandages on her right arm. The white cloth snaked up her arm, across her shoulder, and down her sides. There was no blood on them and the stark white contrasted with her tanned skin. The bandages over her breast strained against the large mounds. Where skin was visible, she was covered in black and yellow bruises, scratches, and healing wounds.
Sable lifted her gaze straight for Bass. Her tail wagged back and forth and she limped toward him. He knelt down and she bounded the last few steps to throw herself into his arms.
“Oh, Sable,” cried Bass as he held her tightly.
She barked and licked his face.
As Rendi walked up, the old woman said, “She's stable now. I managed to ground the backlash. She'll have nightmares for a few days but otherwise she's right as rain.”
Bass looked up, one hand cupping Sable's buttocks and the other holding her shoulders. “Will she need any more magical healing?”
Rendi shook her head. “Can't. There is enough magic running through her right now that time is the only cure. But, she's up to training bitches now.” She glared down at Sable who peeked over her shoulder and through the curtain of her hair at the older woman. “Though, I doubt I could stop her.”
Bass made a grunting down and buried his face into Sable's neck. “I missed you, girl.”
Merrie watched the master and bitch holding each other. A surge of jealousy rose up and she bit back the bitter taste of it. Sable was bonded and free of the cage. She wasn't being tortured by the thick plugs in her body or a pleasure she could never release. She also didn't have an iron collar like her, just the leather one gracefully snug around her neck.
A moment later, she turned away ashamed. It wasn't Sable's fault that Merrie was who she was. And Merrie could never defend the pack like Sable did. She blinked back the tears and shoved herself back against the bar. The pain pushed away her humiliation and she worked herself into a hard, rhythm that rattled the cage with each impact of her soaked pussy against the bar.
“Rendi,” asked Tabitha, “can you do anything about this?” She pointed sharply at Merrie.
Rendi didn't even look at Merrie. “No. The constant boost to pleasure and the prevention of masturbation was all part of the original design. There is no cut-off or fail-safe on those, otherwise someone,” she glanced at Borias, “would use them all the time. The only way to stop it is to destroy the collar or take it off.”
“Why don't we just destroy it?” Tabitha rolled her eyes.
None of the trainers said anything and Merrie filled in the silence with the smacks of her body against the cage. She couldn't help it, she had to pull her mind away from the hunger to orgasm.
“Because,” Rendi finally said in a sharp, bitter voice, “part of me is in that collar.”
“You mean…?”
“I needed to put my soul into every one of the twenty-seven collars. I won't destroy one just to keep a bitch in line.”
“And why did-” Tabitha started to snarl.
“Tabitha,” growled Bass, “drop it. I have no problem with Rendi's decision. It was decided years ago and it is not,” he spoke louder to emphasis the word, “going to be revisited.”
Tabitha waved her hands. “Just like that!? What are you doing, trying to make this harder than it has to be? You won't break the collar. You won't remove it. You can't risk taking her out of the collar, but you are considering dedicating both alphas and Borias to keeping her around. She's the only fucking bitch who's actually properly trained! And near-death experience and all she can do is fuck the fucking cage!”
“Tabitha-” started Bass.
She turned on him. “No! Bass, you listen to me.” She stepped toward him as she pointed menacingly. “Kessler drowned his entire pack because of his alpha. He kill,” she screamed, “them so he could focus on making millions on one alpha. I will not let you do that! You have two dozen other bitches who need to be fucked, broken, and trained. I want the money just as badly as you, but I will not let you ruined my pack because of one fucking alpha!”
Tabitha's voice had become a growl as hair sprouted along her body.
Magic sparkled along her skin but Merrie couldn't feel it. The only thing she could feel, besides the desperate need to come, was a primal fear of something dangerous. She dropped to the ground, her pussy forgotten for a few seconds, and let out a long whine.
Borias looked at Merrie for a moment and there was a sad look in his eyes as if he was considering something. He peeked over to his mother and then back to Merrie.
“Tabitha-” started Bass as he straightened. Next to him, Sable dropped to the ground and leaned against his leg. He patted her head as he said, “I'm not going to kill the other bitches. I made a promise.” He held out his hands. “I promise, I will not give up on the others.”
Panting, Tabitha looked around at the others. “Then, what do we do?”
Borias cleared his throat.
All of them stared at him.
“Um,” he cleared his throat, “the problem be that Merrie needs to come. If she be fucking, then she be okay, right? Even if it is mindless fucking that won't stop?”
No one said anything.
Merrie's breath quickened at the thought of being fucked. She needed it, craved it. She would take days of constant cock if she could just come.
Borias continued. “The problem be the bonding. Merrie be in that stage where she be bonding with anything dominating her. And, being she's be a natural submissive, it be happening sooner or later. Right?”
“Do you have an idea?” asked Bass.
“Um,” Borias looked at the mill house. “I might? I be knowing of a creature who can fuck Merrie and she not be able to bond.”
Tabitha snarled, “And why haven't you mentioned this earlier? Where is he?”
Rendi spoke up, her voice tense. “But, that abomination was destroyed, right?” She stepped toward her son. One hand clutched her amulet as she glared at him. “Maddy had him destroyed, right? Borias?”
Merrie froze at the anger in the formerly sweet woman's voice.
“I,” Borias gulped, “recommended that she be destroying him. But, I can not be watching because of the geas.”
“Borias?” Bass asked, but neither Borias or Rendi responded.
Rendi took another step, magic sparkling off her amulet. Energy rolled along her body as she glared at her sun. “Did she?”
Borias looked across the fields, not meeting his mother's gaze.
“Borias? Answer me!”
Tabitha tried to interrupt. “What are you-”
“No,” came the strangled reply from Borias.
“WHAT!?” Rendi's face grew livid. “You should have destroyed him!” She jammed her finger into Borias' chest. “It was your mistake! Your abomination! You shouldn't have asked, you should have wiped that foul creature off the lands when you had a chance! I don't care if you took on her entire farm, you should have killed him four years ago when I told you to!”
“It wasn't-”
“It was your choice! You know better! You told me you would destroy him!” As Rendi screamed at her son, Borias backed away helplessly. “You said you would atone, Borias! You said-”
“Rendi?” said Bass.
Rendi slapped Borias. She pulled back and slapped him hard again.
He made no effort to step away or raise his hand to defend himself. “Azus never-”
“I am the priestess of Azus,” screamed Rendi, “and if I say that creature is an abomination, then it is an-!”
“QUIET!” bellowed Bass, his voice slammed into the fight. A wave of presence slammed into Merrie, cracking through Borias' shield.
Merrie reached out through the cracks, drinking in the thoughts and emotions burning around her. It was as if she could see again and the flood of information brought a small measure of relief to her torture.
Realizing she was vulnerable, Merrie wrapped her own shields around her and crouched on the floor of the cage, bumping against the bar as she listened to the trainers talking above her.
Rendi opened her mouth to scream at Borias again.
Bass' presence crashed into Merrie again, a raw force as strong as Sable's domination. “Quiet, please,” he said in a soft voice but it held the force of a man who could take on an army.
Rendi and Borias looked away from each other.
When neither said anything, Bass sighed. “What are you talking about? Borias?”
“Um, four years ago, Maddy fell in love with one of her bulls. Not unlike Merrie, but he not be magic. He like to be fucking and she like to be giving him girls to fuck. But, one day, there be an accident and he be getting hurt.”
“I,” muttered Rendi, “was visiting home that month otherwise I could have-”
Bass shook his head sharply and Rendi clamped her mouth shut. He turned back to Bass. “Continue,” he ordered.
“She be crying and be coming to me. That be the month I be helping her rebuild the wards. She be asking me to be healing him, but his skull be caved in and he be dying. And,” Borias sighed, “I had to use non-healing magic to be saving him.”
“You used the Second Terrifin Formula!”
“Black magic?” growled Bass.
“Yeah,” sighed Borias and refused to look at the others, “a bit of necromancy to keep him alive while I rebuilt his brains and body.”
“Bori, where did you learn necromancy?”
Borias peeked back at Bass. “Abbinkey.”
“Why didn't you tell me? Us?”
“Because of mother.”
“Don't you dare call me mother, Borias. No son of mine uses necromancy-”
“I had to save him!”
“No, you didn't. She loses cows all the time. What is one-”
“She loved-”
“QUIET!” roared Bass. When the mother and son stopped yelling, he continued. “Borias, what happened?”
Borias rubbed his arm. “I be having trouble putting his head back together. He is alive-”
“Barely.”
“-and be getting all the pussy he wants, but there not be much going on in his head.”
“He's a mindless monster, you mean.”
“Maddy be happy. Fucker be happy. What else-”
“His name,” asked Tabitha in a surprised voice, “is Fucker?”
Borias nodded sheepishly. “He be having a big cock and only one thing on his mind.”
Merrie's pussy spasmed at the idea of being fucked by a mindless creature. She couldn't imagine it was anything different than being fucked by Bass. She let out a soft whimper of need.
Sable glanced at her, a sad look in her eyes.
Bass said, “And since he doesn't have a mind, he can't bond?”
“None that I be finding. And he can be fucking her a long time.”
“No,” Rendi said as she backed away. “No, I won't be a part of this. If you bring that creature to the mill, I'm gone.”
“Mother-”
“No!” She rushed to him and slammed her finger into his chest. “You aren't my son anymore. You aren't any better than your damn uncle!” Spinning on her heels, she stormed back to the mill house.
“Mother, I-” Borias stopped as Bass rested one large, gray hand on his shoulder.
“Bori, be quiet. I'll talk to Rendi.”
“I be sorry, boss, I would not be bringing it up if I be thinking it would not be helping Merrie.”
Bass turned on the mage. “I know, but do you really think he will help?”
Borias nodded. “All he be doing be fucking her. More than she ever be fucked, but she be safe,” there was a pause, “probably. She be having the charm and maybe a few others. It,” he sniffed, “I just be wanting to help, boss, I promise.”
Bass took a deep breath and looked down at Sable. His alpha looked at Merrie for a moment, then back up to Bass. Bass took a long, deep breath. “Borias, I'm going to trust you because I have promises to keep and I don't see other options. But, if any of the bitches get hurt,” Bass pulled Borias closer as a growl rumbled in his chest, “I have to break another promise. And if I live through it, Grange will not be the only one who will be buried in an unmarked grave.”
Paling, Borias said, “I be promising, bass.”
(Don't make me regret this, Borias,) thought Bass as the thriban's thoughts drifted through Merrie's mind.
She realized she was reaching out for the thriban again, her skin tingling and memories drifting through. She tore her mind away and whispered under her breath to set off her collar. The shocking pain tearing through her senses broke the connection and she sobbed at the despair that clawed at her heart.
Bass and Borias looked at her with concern.
The thriban shook his head. “Damn it. Tabby?”
Tabitha grunted.
“Please run over to Maddy and check out this thing.”
Tabitha stepped out of her skirt, leaving it to pool on the ground. “And if it will help?”
“Bring him.”
“And if he's a monster?”
“Bring me and we'll talk to Maddy. It's her property and I can't do anything without her permission.”
“A promise?”
“No,” Bass said in a low voice, “she's an ally and a friend. Even friends,” he glance at Borias who looked down in shame, “make mistakes.”
Tabitha nodded once and transformed. A moment later, her wolf form sprinted across the fields. She reached a crest, then accelerating out of sight in a crack of air and an explosion of grass and dust.
Bass gave Borias one last look and hurried back to the mill house.
Sable gave Merrie a sad smile and bounded after her master.
Borias groaned. “I be fucking things up, k?”
Merrie whimpered and stared up at him.
He sat down next to the cage, ignoring the squelch of the soaked mud. “Go ahead and speak girl.”
She gasped. “I need to come.”
“I know, Merrie, I know. I hope Fucker helps, he isn't much bigger than Bass and you can take him. But he's… he's… he's going to fuck you.”
Merrie whimpered at the heat boiling in her pussy.
“But, I need you to do something.”
“A-Anything!” she gasped as she ground her pussy against the bar.
Borias reached into the cage. As his hand pierced the line of the bars, she felt his mind bare to her thoughts. It was an intense heat, filled with pain and sorrow. She couldn't help as she reached out for him, but Borias moved quickly. He grabbed the dildo and ripped it out of her pussy. A heartbeat later and he tore the butt plug from her ass. Just as quickly as he entered the cage, he snatched his hand back.
Merrie slumped against the cage. “Why is this happening?”
Borias looked at the glistening plug in his hand. “Because people be greedy. But, if Fucker comes, I be needing you to do something, k?”
She gasped and shoved back, nestling the heated bar between her aching lips and stroking up and down.
“Try to push him away with your projection. If he responds, then you can bond to him. If you can't, then you be safe.”
She pawed at the cage floor, her severed arms rippling through the puddle. “You… aren't sure?” She felt a prickle of fear coursing through her veins.
Borias shook his head. “And I be risking everything I love on a hunch. If I be wrong, then you be bonding to the worse creature you could ever be bonding to. And then I be dead. If it be go wrong, Tabby or Bass will be killing me. Or, worse, Bass be giving me an hour before Tabby hunts me down.” She shivered at the memory of her own chase, “The best I can be hoping is that I'd get kicked out, but no, if I be wrong, you be ruined and I be dead. But, I be hoping it helps.”
She struggled with her own thoughts for a moment. “I trust you, madar.” She didn't know why she used the word, but it felt right.
His head jerked up. “Madar?” Then tears ran down his cheeks. “Thank you, Merrie, but please be never calling me that.”
Merrie whimpered.
“No, no, girl, not be scared. That just be what Cici called me, my personal name from her. I can't be letting you get close to me, k? Just, be safe, and I be getting you fucked.”
The next hour was agony for Merrie, not knowing if she would going to remain the cage or not. When she saw the flash of Tabitha racing toward them, she let out a sob of relief. She pawed at the cage as she watched the silfae transform in the front yard.
“Bass!” yelled the silfae.
A minute later, Bass came out of the house, followed by Borias and Sable. “Tabitha?”
“He'll be here in an hour.”
Merrie let out a sob of relief. She careened her head to watch as the others gathered in front of Tabitha.
“Is he really a monster?”
Tabitha shrugged. “He's… enthusiastic and large.”
“Will he hurt her?”
“Maddy and I talked. Well, she threatened to cut off my tits with a cleaver and I offered to rip out her throat. But, once we finished pissing each other off, she agreed to help. I think we can keep her safe, but we have to break one of your rules.”
“My rules?” Bass tensed up.
“Merrie needs a lot more charms but they are assigned to other bitches.”
“Oh,” he let out a sigh, “which ones?”
“The breathing one, relaxation, the food charm, probably the peeing one. I'd also recommend the pain suppressor.”
Bass shook his head in surprise. “And you thinks she's going to be safe?”
“Yes,” she grinned, “but he fucks hard. Really hard. If I actually liked cock, he'd be a glorious challenge. But, no, I think if your bitch,” she glanced toward Merrie who felt a flash of excitement, “can handle your cock, she can handle him.”
The thriban nodded. “Make it happen. Borias, help her pick up the charms. Where do we put him?”
“I can,” Borias said as he stepped forward, “be putting a ring down on the corner of the yard,” he pointed to the far point. “Fucker be having an adamantine collar around his balls, it be keeping him in place. The chain won't be breaking either. If I be remembering, it be about three meters long.”
Bass glanced back at the house. “Damn it, I don't like this. We've been doing this for decades. I hate feeling out of control.”
Tabitha shrugged. “Shit happens.”
“It better not. Go on, Bori, get started.”
Tabitha stared at Borias, who bowed and headed to the far end. When he started casting a spell in the corner, she turned back to Bass. “Rendi?”
“She's leaving.”
“Because of this?”
Bass shook his head. “She isn't evil and she never fell like me. She's been talking about leaving for years. The training, the kidnapping, the Sable Incident, and the slaughter in the warehouse when we got the bitches were one more thing that hasn't sat well with her. And these last few years, she's gotten more unhappy with every passing month. This is just… the last nail pulled out of the house.”
Tabitha nodded. “I'm sorry, she's been with us since the beginning.”
“I know. She'll be leaving for her sister's home tomorrow, so let's have a small party for her tonight.”
With a few more short words, they went along their separate tasks.
An another hour later and Merrie sat next to a huge metal ring embedded in the ground. She shivered at the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable. The thoughts of the other trainers were bright in her mind and she wanted desperately to reach out for any of them, but the ceaseless hunger to orgasm overwhelmed her telepathy.
Around her neck, a chain of charms bounced against her collar bone. Stolen from the bitches at the mill, she could feel the magic swirling around inside her and her insides felt liquid at power transforming her.
Tabitha and Bass stood by the stairs to the house, talking quietly to themselves. Sable slept on the ground at Bass' feet, a smile on her lips and her tail wagging back and forth. Borias stood alone in the shadows on the far side of the yard, ignored by everyone.
Merrie wanted to crawl over to him, but she couldn't. Bass' command to stay burned brightly in her mind and she ground her naked rear against the hard-packed earth as if it could hold her down.
A roar carried out over the woods. Merrie shivered at the sound of it, filled with rage and lust. Her eyes scanned the woods until she saw a heavy wooden wagon come rolling down the road. It was pulled by four naked men, their muscles straining as they plodded along the path.
“What is it,” muttered Tabitha, “that the people in this county have a thing against horses?”
Bass shrugged and strode out into the yard.
As the wagon drew closer, the roars continued. Occasionally, the entire wagon would jerk to the side. It skipped completely off the road and the driver, a familiar-looking woman, whipped the naked men to pull it back on.
It was the woman from the first day, the one picking out the kidnapped people next to Bass. She was older, with gray streaking her hair, but lines around her face that showed she smiled a lot. She had a serious look on her face as she brought the wagon into the yard and clicked her tongue. “Stop!”
The men stopped pulling and slumped forward.
From behind the wagon and on top, four other men dressed in leathers, dropped to the ground and came around.
Maddy, the woman, jumped off the wagon and headed straight for Bass. “Bass.” She opened her arms in a hug.
“Hello, Maddy.” Bass lowered himself to his knee and swept her up to hug her tightly.
Sable reached up next to him and Maddy stroked her head, her arm sticking out from Bass' thick arms. Then, the alpha got a surprised look on her face, spun around, and bounded into the house.
Bass set Maddy down and chuckled.
Maddy bowed her head briefly. “I'm sorry for Thorn. He was a good kid.”
“I know. We need to talk later.”
Maddy stepped back. She was wearing well-worn jeans and a leather top. Dark stains colored the hem of her outfits and a brown spot stained her right thigh. “About?” She nodded toward the wagon.
“Yes and-”
Bass' words were interrupted as the wagon shook violently and a voice bellowed out from inside. “Fuck!”
The thriban's eyes grew wide. “Is that Fucker?”
“Yeah,” Maddy beamed happily, “that's my boy.”
“Fuck!” bellowed Fucker.
Borias circled around the yard, along the far side. He was heading to Merrie. He was nervous as he glanced furtively at the wagon.
Tabitha came around the other side toward Merrie.
Feeling their attention on her, Merrie whimpered and wrapped herself tighter in her shields. She felt better with the idea of having two mages between her and whatever was in the wagon.
“Fuck!” The wagon shook violently, lifting up on two wheels before crashing down.
Merrie shook at the sight.
Maddy sighed. “We don't have much longer before he gets aggressive.”
“That's not aggressive?” Bass didn't sound convinced.
“No, this is nothing. He's mellowed over the years, but an hour without fucking makes him anxious.”
“Fuck! Fuck!” The wagon rocked back and forth. And then there was a splintering noise as the side of the wagon cracked.
Merrie blinked, staring in shock. Then, she felt a heat rising as she realized there was now a cock sticking out of the side of the wagon. It was huge, a throbbing pole with precum pouring out the end. It was just as large as Bass, but fleshy instead of dark gray. The head was smaller, like a wedge instead of the fat crown Bass had. Veins pulsed as Fucker fucked the hole of the wagon, ignoring the splinters that scraped along the side of the thick, swollen member.
“Merrie,” breathed Borias, “meet Fucker's cock.”
Merrie clenched down on her pussy as a flood of juices poured out of her. She wanted it. She was terrified of Fucker, but the sight of the cock shoving through the ragged hole in the wood sent a pang of helplessness and hunger burning through her veins. She whimpered with need, squirming on her buttocks as her pussy drooled with anticipation.
“He just punched a hole through wood with his cock.” Tabitha sounded almost frightened.
“Yeah, armoring that was probably not the smartest thing, but I was worried about friction burns.”
Merrie shivered, unable to take her eyes off the glistening cock.
“Damn,” muttered Maddy, “we better get ready. Bass, your bitch ready?”
Eyes focused on Merrie and she squirmed. She didn't know what to say, if anything. The idea of speaking in front of strangers frightened her, so she did the only thing she could think off. Trembling, she got on her knees and brought her arms up to her collar, begging.
“Good girl,” said Borias and Tabitha at the same time.
Merrie beamed and then stared back at the cock.
The four dressed men from Maddy's farm got into position, two on each side of the opening to the wagon. Two of them held out their hands and large runes appeared in front of them, forming a cage around the opening with a translucent wall of power.
“Fuck!” roared Fucker and the wagon jerked to the side.
The other two hands braced the first two, digging their feet into the ground.
“Okay, ready?”
All four called out “Aye, madam.”
“Wait!” yelled Bass.
Merrie's heart skipped a beat. She peered at Bass who was holding out his hands.
Fucker continued to fuck the side of the wagon, streamers of precum splattering down. It ran down the wood and splashed down with wet splats to the ground.
Maddy gave him an incredulous look. “We don't have much time.”
“Hold on, Maddy.” He walked toward Merrie as Sable came rushing out of the front door. Even with her amputated arms and legs, the alpha bounded across the yard with a patter of her limbs and caught up with her master. Together, they walked to Borias and Tabitha.
Behind them, Fucker howled and came. His cock swelled as it pumped out rope after rope of cum. It splashed down on the ground and against the wagon. Merrie shivered as she watched him not stop fucking even as liters of cum shot out of him.
Bass stopped in front of Borias.
“Boss?”
“Here,” said the thriban in a guarded voice. He reached down and Sable spit something into his large palm. Wiping it, he held it up to her. “For Merrie.”
Borias lifted up a wedge-shaped charm to the air. “The ear charm?”
Merrie whimpered. She was curious, but she could feel the four minds bright against her mind. It took all her effort not to reach out for them, to caress their thoughts and draw them into her. She wanted to be owned, needed, bonded.
“Merrie said she wanted dog ears. And, she never got a chance. If she's going to do this, I think she deserves them.”
Merrie gasped as she remembered the question. She moaned and felt the heat boiling inside her. She realized her body was tingling and the sensation for reaching out was growing. Whimpering, she wrapped herself tightly in her shields and looked at the ground to avoid bonding. She needed him, she wanted him. Tears ran down her eyes as she basked in the heat of Bass' and Sable's love.
Maddy called out from her position. “Please hurry.”
Borias knelt in front of her, his mind wrapped tightly in place. “Okay, girl, let me sticking this in here.” His fingers delicately pulled out the chain of charms and he pulled them apart, moving quickly as he rearranged them back into a thin chain of gold, silver, and bronze. “Each charm be playing with each other. With one or three, be not a problem, but with these,” he held up the nine charms together, “we be careful.”
His eyes unfocused for a moment, then he smiled. When he pulled on her iron collar to attach them, Merrie's heat flared up and a tiny orgasm rushed through her body. It hurt as it crackled along her senses, an intense pleasure along raw nerves.
“No, no, not be bonding, girl.”
Merrie whimpered and focused on her orgasm, trying to keep her mind inside itself.
“Good girl,” whispered Borias as he stood up.
Merrie whimpered and pawed at the ground. The tiny orgasm was torture and she prayed that it wouldn't be the last.
“Are we ready now?” Maddy was standing with her hands apart, ready to clap.
Bass and Sable stood next to Tabitha. Bass nodded.
Maddy clapped her hands twice. There was a spark of magic and the door creaked open. Merrie couldn't see anything inside for a long moment.
“Fuck!” The wooden door slammed open and Fucker shoved his way out.
The first look Merrie had of Fucker sent a pang of fear coursing through her veins. He was tall, taller than Bass. Covered in muscles, he looked like a half-bull, half man. Two horns stuck out from his head and he had a large reddish-black ring in his nose. His chest was hairless but bulging with muscles; they were tight as steel as he took in a deep breath.
“Fuck!” His roar was deafening. His cock bobbed with his movement, the large pole looking more like a straight cut timber than something a mortal would have. His legs were corded in steel, held tight as he stared around through the shimmering wards.
A chain rattled behind him as he took a step forward. “Fuck!” The dark red metal poured out of the wagon into a puddle on the ground. The last of it jerked out and the heavy chain pulled Fucker's balls into sight. Each testicle was easily the side of Bass' fist and they rose and fell with the flex of his muscles in his gut.
Merrie clenched her body, terrified and hungry for the powerful creature in front of her.
“Bori,” said Tabitha in a quiet voice.
“Yes, Tabby?”
“You know we spent years hunting down evil mages.”
“I know, Tabby, I know.” Borias sounded resigned.
“You'd be at the top of our list.”
“I know.”
“Fuck! Fuck!” roared Fucker. He surged forward and slammed against the wards. The magic flared but the power of his blow shoved both men back. Grunting, they strained against the creature pounding on the translucent wall of magic.
Merrie took a deep breath, her stomach tensing as she fought the flutters in her stomach. She caught the strong smell of Tabitha's sex. Surprised, she glanced down to the silfae were her pubic hair was beginning to glisten with excitement.
“Bori?” asked the silfae.
“Yes, Tabby?”
“Is it bad that I want to see Merrie get fucked?”
“No,” he said in a whisper, “it isn't.”
“You're hard, aren't you?”
“Yes.”
“After the county fair, I'm going to rape your ass for a month.”
“I know, Tabby, I know.”
Borias turned around. “O-Okay, Merrie, get ready to project with all your might. If he is pushed back, then we'll stop him.”
“How?” asked Tabitha.
“I'll hit him with a sleep spell, you hit him in the gut. Bass and Sable will be hitting him hard. He regenerates, so you can tear into him.”
“Good,” came the growl of pleasure. Tabitha flexed her hands as she crouched down. Power rippled along her skin.
“We can't hold him much longer, madam!” The men were straining to keep Fucker in place.
Maddy looked to Bass who pointed to Borias. “Ready?”
Merrie gathered up the visceral fear growing inside her. She felt it concentrating inside her, growing into a hot, sticky mass of emotions. She condensed it as far as she could, shaking as she turned it into a white-hot diamond of terror.
“Fuck!” Fucker bellowed and slammed his fists against the wards. The energy flared brightly and cracks formed along the translucent walls of power. “Fuck! Fuck!” He pounded harder, shoving them back with every strike. He slammed his cock forward and it punched through the ward, shattering it.
The two suddenly exposed men scrambled back as Fucker lunged for them. “Fuck!” he bellowed as his cock left a whip of precum splattering along the ground.
Fucker took a step toward Maddy.
Merrie took her gathered fear and threw it out with all her might. It radiated from her, a wave of power. It slammed into the trainers in front of her. She felt it crack their shields, stripping them away in a heartbeat as fear slammed into them. It struck directly at the primal part of their minds and she felt it trigger a reflexive need to flee.
Borias and Tabitha bolted, each one running in a separate direction. Tabitha transformed in mid-run into a wolf and sprinted for the far side of the house with her tail between her leg.
Bass and Sable didn't move. The fear slammed into them but crashed against the indomitable will that was a fallen paladin. The only sign that either felt the fear was a clenching of his fist and Sable's tail between her legs.
The wave of emotions crashed into the four hands next and they dropped to the ground screaming. The translucent walls burst as they crawled away.
The fear slammed into Fucker who didn't even twitch. Unlike Bass, who resisted the power of her emotions with his presence, there wasn't even a reflection of power from the monster. It was as if he didn't feel anything. The creature looked down at the fallen men. His cock bobbed with need, the precum pouring out of his shaft. He reached down for the nearest handler.
Merrie barked, her voice quiet compared to Fucker's roaring.
“Are you safe,” asked Bass.
She nodded and barked again.
Without a word, Bass and Sable stepped to the side. The air grew hazy around them as they both gathered power inside them, not to defend Merrie but to stop Fucker if he got closer.
Fucker stopped. Panting, he slowly looked up at Merrie. There was no emotions in his eyes, just the blind lust burning inside him. Muscles flexed as his eyes bored into Merrie.
Merrie gasped, fighting with the fear warring with the lust. She was going to be fucked and she didn't want Fucker to touch anyone but herself. She inhaled and barked as loudly as she could.
The creature stepped forward, the chain scraping against the ground as he moved.
She felt fear pooling in her body, mixing with the inferno of her sex. She wanted Fucker's cock. She wanted to be pounded into the ground. But, she couldn't move. She couldn't twitch. She was helpless as Fucker took another step.
“Fuck.”
Merrie couldn't feel his mind. There was nothing in his mind, no thoughts or emotions. It was an empty void where a mind should be. Her heart pounded faster as she shook at the darkness in front of her. Her body was hot and tense. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything and she was terrified at the intensity of her need.
With a supreme effort, she barked again.
“Fuck!” Fucker bellowed and charged forward. The ground shook as his heavy weight slammed into the earth. It took him a single pulse of her rapid heartbeat before he was on her.
Terrified, Merrie tried to jerk out of the way, but Fucker grabbed her head with both hands. His cock shoved forward and slammed against her face. Precum splattered against her face and some of it oozed up her nose. She let out a cry of fear and his cock drove him into her mouth.
With brutal power, his shaft forced her jaw open and he slammed it home. The thick cock tore into her throat and down until his balls smacked against her chin. The chain smacked against her chest.
Shocked, Merrie froze. The regeneration charm burned brightly, the magic pouring into her as he yanked his cock out. His dirty fingernails dug into the side of her head as he drove it home hard enough for sparks to fly across her vision.
Fucker didn't stop or even slow. He pounded her face with long strokes that set off her regeneration charm with every punch. His balls felt like fists against her chin as he fucked her throat, forcing his cock deep into her throat until her neck scraped against her iron collar.
Merrie struggled to free herself, but there was no escaping the powerful grip that held her tightly in place. She could do nothing but submit to the cock that dominated her throat, pounding it without a care for her own pleasure.
And in her helplessness, she came.
She felt the other exploding into their own orgasms, but it felt like too many people were coming around her. She tried to reach out, but the cock raping her throat forced her back into her own body. She could projected with the thick pole choking her or the powerful hands grabbing her head. Precum poured down her throat, soaking her with hot liquid that pooled in her stomach. It added to the flames of ecstasy that burned through her body. It was a pleasure, days of denial turning into a white-hot nova of pure pleasure.
She pawed at the hard muscle but her arms were helpless to stop Fucker from fucking her face. He continued to ram into her, jerking her entire body. His cock tore into her throat, forcing it open as more hot liquid poured into her gut.
The intensity of the blows grew faster, snapping her head back and forth. She shook like a rag doll, her knees losing contact with the ground as Fucker picked her up by her head and slammed into her faster.
Her helplessness kept her orgasm running. Her lungs hurt because she couldn't pull in a breath around the rapidly pounding cock, but one of the charms kept right on the edge of suffocation but not dying. She choked on his precum as it seared her body, but she couldn't do anything.
Fucker let out a roar and his cock swelled. Her jaw strained around the hard muscle of his shaft. Hot cum poured into her belly, pumped directly into the hard strokes that drove it into her body. Her stomach swelled as he kept on cumming, filling her until she felt it rising up her throat.
With a grunt, Fucker shoved her off. “Fuck!” he roared. Cum splattered into a high arc before it splattered against her head.
Merrie blinked at the sudden freedom, but then Fucker was on her again. His cock still spewed cum everywhere. He grabbed her legs and pulled her up. She hit her head on the ground as he lined up his thick, swollen cock to her pussy.
Hot cum splattered against her belly.
Fucker drive his cock home, burying the entire length into her cunt in a single stroke. It drove deep and she let out a cry as it punched the far end of her womb. Her collar sparked and her muscles spasmed. She felt her body reflexively tighten around Fucker's cock, but the creature just yanked it out and slammed it home again.
He didn't even respond to the electricity arcing along his body. His powerful hands wrapped around her hips and he picked her completely off the ground.
Merrie thrashed back and forth, impaled on a cock that wouldn't stop fucking her and the throes of her collar shocking her.
Fucker jammed her down, using her as a cock sleeve as he fucked her body. Her helplessness sent her into another orgasm. It ripped through her as the cock continued to pound into her, slamming her body hard and fast.
The creature came again, but he didn't stop fucking. His huge cock dominated her body, filling her completely. Cum poured out of her pussy with every thrust, landing on the ground in wet splats as rivers of it poured her legs.
And there was nothing she could do but cum.