Rakin's hatred came over more than just a single, terrifying clear image. It had a depth and detail that not even Haviston could match. Despite being a fantasy, Rakin knew what every piece of stone felt like. He knew the weight of the chain and thought about how it would sound as it thudded against her body. He imagined and re-imagined the scene until it was clear as reality, without any of the wavering as the mind struggled to fill in the details. There was no unknown details, not even the taste of the dank air or the scrape of the stone he was going to chain her too.
It also wasn't a single picture, painted with the brush of his imagination. It was just a moment in time, a fantasy that had continued forward and stretched back for fifteen years. Even as Merrie struggled to get it out of her head, she was watching it unroll before it, bringing her backwards through the torture and pain.
When she was posing for Bass, she was feeling Rakin breaking her ribs, one by one.
While teasing a pair of owned bitches into obeying commands like her, the three of them sweating in the middle of lane among applause, Rakin was impaling her on a spike.
No matter what she did, he was stuck in her head.
Merrie dreaded the auction. Before Rakin, she was looking forward to finding a new master. It would be new and exciting. She would get a chance to explore her new master's mind but, more importantly, she craved the total submission that she knew was coming. There would be no holding back, no despair as the connection broke. She would finally bond.
But Rakin changed everything. He was going to buy her, she was sure of it. And when she bonded to him, she would want every torture and pain he would give her. It would be like bonding with Grange, but instead of the general hatred for everything, Rakin's hatred would be transferred to her.
And she was going to beg for it.
And come from that agony.
The sick feeling grew in her stomach. As they continued to circle around the fair, she could barely focus on Bass' commands. She already had a new master, it was just a matter of time.
Bass knew it. She could see it in his eyes as she mechanically obeyed his commands. The frustration burned in his gaze and he was struggling with his own emotions. He wanted to save Merrie from Rakin at any cost, but he was committed as much as her. Every whisper she heard about "Bass' alpha" cemented the reality.
She was going to be Rakin's bitch.
When the sun finally kissed the horizon, it became too much. They were back at the Paladin Puppy Mill pavilion but Merrie was a few meters into the crops, out of sight as she threw up. The sour taste burned her mouth as she sobbed against the sharp leaves of the plants towering above her. A puddle of vomit had soaked into the ground, but she didn't want to move as her stomach churned violently.
(Merrie?) Dixie pushed through the crops. His tiny form easily crossed between the space between the stalks. He didn't look down at the mess she made.
Merrie cringed and turned away.
But, then froze as Dixie crawled up and hugged her. “I know.” The sound of his voice, not in her head, was startling. It was softer and higher-pitch than she expected, but his warm body was comforting as she sobbed.
Turning around, Merrie wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. Her face was huge against his and she was grinding the remains of her stomach against his chest. She was humiliated but couldn't pull away.
(This is nothing compared to what's splattered on me as a warrior,) Dixie's thoughts were wry. He was trying to comfort her but he knew her fate.
(I-I….) She couldn't finish the thought.
A memory welled up from Rakin's head, of her being cemented into a wall with only her ass and pussy sticking out. She was blind and immobile. She could feel the dread as the first man lined up, his hands on her ass were the only warning that she was about to be raped.
(No, no, don't think about that.)
(I can't stop!) She clutched him tighter.
(I know, but just think of the good things.)
Merrie clenched her eyes tightly closed. (What good things? What good is going to happen to me?)
Dixie didn't have an answer.
She clutched him tightly, trying to find some measure of comfort when the threat of Rakin loomed above her.
A rustle of leaves drew her attention. She lifted her head up to see Sable and Ebony joining them. Sable came up immediately and wrapped her own short arms and legs around both Dixie and herself.
Behind her, Ebony was carrying a few towels and a bucket of rags. It sloshes as she set the bucket down. Ebony carefully set one of the towels over the mess, then sat down on the ground on the far side. The magic of her legs flared with her movements, a reminder that she was still a bitch, even if she wore clothes and walked. Without a word, Ebony gestured for Merrie.
Both Dixie and Sable pulled away. Merrie shivered as she crawled closer.
“There you go,” Ebony spoke in a voice that reminded Merrie of her mother, comforting. She grabbed a washrag and began to wipe down Merrie's body, scraping away Merrie's humiliation as if she cleaned vomit off naked women every day. “It's scary, isn't it?”
Merrie nodded and sniffed.
“I remember when I was sold. I was right behind mom. As terrified as I was, I was more worried that my new master would have a small cock.” She chuckled as she brought her rag along Merrie's right nipple, cleaning it before circling around the breast. She smiled. “Six weeks before that, I was traveling across country to visit my new husband, a man that I fell in love with. But, if it wasn't for Bass,” her mind grew hotter with lust, “I would have died that day. Or was raped and murdered later. I despaired so much when he was breaking me in, but watching mom threw herself into him made it worse.”
Sable sighed sadly. She was sitting on the ground, her body slick with Merrie's vomit. She made no effort to clean herself and Merrie knew she wouldn't. Ebony was the master at the moment and she would clean all three of them.
“I never saw my mother like that before. She was…” Ebony tossed the washrag to the side and got a clean one. She continued down Merrie's hard belly to the junction between her legs. The soaked fibers ran along Merrie's sex as Ebony cleaned a bit deeper than she had to. “She was just a mom then, but when Bass was with her, she was happy. I never realized how much, but she had finally found her life.”
Sable wagged her tail and smiled.
“It was stupid for Bass to sell her. Everyone knew that, but everyone thought it was just puppy love, including Bass. Though, he was blind to it because I think he didn't understand it.”
Ebony's fingers slipped past the washrag. Two fingers slid into Merrie's sex as Ebony pulled the washrag aside and used her left hand to finish cleaning Merrie.
Merrie pressed into the fingers with a sob. It felt good, a tiny comfort before the hell—
(Stop thinking about him,) ordered Dixie.
Merrie tore her thoughts away. She closed her eyes and thrust against the fingers.
“I forgot, you've fucked Bass. It will be a couple of months before you tighten up.” Ebony smiled. She added the rest of her hand to Merrie's sex, pressing her fist against the opening.
Merrie shifted as high as she could to give Ebony access to her body, enjoying the soft, feminine had that twisted against her opening. She shuddered as the knuckles slipped.
Ebony dropped the second rag. She reached out and guided Merrie back to the ground, laying her against the dry dirt and stalks as she got a better angle to thrust into Merrie's cunt. For long minutes, there was nothing but the sound of wet slurping and Merrie's soft moans.
“It will be okay,” Ebony whispered.
Merrie tensed, but Ebony thrust deeper, her fist reaching Merrie's cervix and the impact was a burst of discomfort of pleasure. She twisted and pulled out before sliding it back home. Slow and steady. Merrie could feel every finger as she relaxed and clasped them, it stretched at her inner walls and sent soft waves of pleasure throbbing along her senses.
“After the mill,” whispered Ebony, “this is the only way I could relax. Drugs, wine, and even horse riding didn't help anymore. I needed cock and fingers. I had to come.”
Merrie moaned and spread her legs. She leaned into Ebony's fist. She could feel the magic rolling off her fingers, flaring against her senses like an orgasm about to burst. It hurt and tingled, but the sensations only added to the feeling of being filled. She pawed at the ground, digging her hands along the dust and the towel covering her sick. It was a startling contrast to the expert pleasures Ebony was inflicting on her body.
An orgasm popped and rushed across Merrie's senses in a wave of pleasure. She jerked back as her entire body grew tight. The hand in her pussy slowed but continued to pump in and out with slow, wet strokes.
“Oh, I think you can come again,” said Ebony, “Bass trained you better than that.” As soon as she could, she drove her hand faster. She spread her fingers out, stretching Merrie from the inside. The sensation of five digits burrowing through her clenching walls pushed Merrie over the edge and she came again. This time, her shields loosened and her pleasure rolled out of her.
It brushed against Sable and Dixie but Ebony took the full brunt of Merrie's project. She froze, fist deep in Merrie, as her mind grew bright with an orgasm of her own. Her thighs ground together.
“Oh… gods,” she gasped, “what was that? Did she just make me come?”
Dixie chuckled as he sat down next to Merrie's head. He was clean again and the lingering shimmers of his transformation magic told Merrie how.
Ebony leaned into Merrie and resumed her pumping. The wet slurping filled the air as both Merrie and Ebony panted. The fist slid up and down, in and out. Wet pleasures that eroded at the dread that sickened Merrie. “Can you take more?”
Merrie nodded and Ebony accelerated. She was thrust deep into Merrie but it was the same teasing pleasure. Merrie whimpered and reached out with her mind. Ebony was a bitch and Merrie could reach her through that submissiveness.
(Harder.)
Ebony froze for a heartbeat, but then bore down. Her fist moved harder, slamming up into Merrie with short jabs.
(Harder,) Merrie begged.
Shifting her position, Ebony pounded into Merrie's cunt with her fist. She thrust until her knuckles punched against the entrance to Merrie's womb, and then drew out until her fist came out with a wet slurp. She thrust back in, barreled deep into Merrie.
The pleasure and pain mixed together. It reminded Merrie of Bass' hard, ceaseless fucking. She wanted it to hurt, she needed to feel her body pummeled. It gave her hope because it was a comfort. She could submit to pleasure and pain.
Ebony slammed hard, shaking Merrie's body with every thrust. She gasped with her effort and her face was screwed up with concentration.
Merrie felt the orgasm rising up. She begged Ebony for more, thrusting the need to fist Merrie harder into Ebony's mind. And, like a bitch, Ebony responded with blind need.
Every impact reminded Merrie of that night Bass fucked her ass. When the knuckles slammed deep inside her, tiny flares of pleasure added to the building heat.
When the orgasm finally crested, Merrie threw everything she could into it. She clung to the pleasure as it tore through her body, running down her arms and legs. She let out a long wail as it burst out of her mind. In a wave, it tore through Ebony who fell back as her entire body locked up in an orgasm. She came violently, her entire body spasming and her eyes rolled up in her head.
It continued to spread out, taking over the entire pavilion. Cries of pleasure rose up but it kept spreading. More orgasms exploded into life around her, the other bitches of the Blood County Fair all experiencing an intense and unexpected orgasm. It kept on spreading until the entire fair burned with stars of pleasure.
With each orgasm, ripples came back with the bitches' ecstasy. The staggered responses bounced against her, adding their orgasms to Merrie's. She felt every burst of pleasure her own, ecstasy layered on top of pleasure. More minds added to her until she was being torn apart by hundreds of orgasms bursting inside her.
And then Sable and Dixie came. Their close proximity and the intensity cut into Merrie. It reached critical inside Merrie. She lost the ability to see, hear, and taste. All she could feel was a singularity of pleasure, a white-hot hole that collapsed every part of her life into one orgasm that went on forever. Her body didn't matter, her mind couldn't form a thought. She just burned in the pleasure and wished it would never end.
Merrie didn't realized she passed out until she opened her eyes. She was on a blanket behind one of the wagons. Her body was sore and still shaking. She moaned and lifted one arm, trying to force her eyes to focus on the smooth end of her wrist.
Sounds of pleasure caught her attention. Moaning, she lifted her head to see Ass Licker and the teenage girl behind the other wagon. The girl was leaning against the side of the wagon, her skirt caught in her teeth as she guided Licker's head to her pussy.
Licker was lapping deep with her nose buried in the girl's pubic hair. The thick patch obscured the tip but there was no question both were enjoying themselves. As Licker's head moved, so did the girl's hips. Licker's tail wagged back and forth with every stroke. It looked like two teenage girls making out, except that Licker's arms ended at her elbows.
“That be the girl's fourth time with Licker,” Borias said with a smile. He knelt down next to Merrie. He rested a hand on Merrie's breast and a rune appeared along her chest. “You be okay, Merrie?”
Not tearing her eyes away from the scene before her, Merrie nodded.
“You be making all the bitches come. Bass be getting visits from the other mill owners asking questions and then gossiping as normal. Everyone be talking about the alpha now. No matter what happens, you be leaving behind a legend.”
Merrie smiled and tried to quell the trembling that shook her body. She struggled to sit up but Borias pushed her down.
“Not yet, girl. You be relaxing. The auction just started, but we be having time. You and Licker be the last of our girls to line up. Eolis, that be the auctioneer, be putting you in at seventy. Licker be forty-two. So, we be having enough time to get you back on your knees and cleaned up. Though, I think Licker's breath be smelling like pussy no matter what I do.” He chuckled.
The girl cried out in pleasure and sank to the ground. Licker followed, giving a last few laps as the girl shook violently in her pleasure.
“You think she be bidding on Licker?”
Merrie looked up at Borias and then back to the two girls. Reaching out, she let her mind slip into the girl's mind. She was called Fir and she had just turned twenty-one at the fair. But, instead of drinking heavily, she was utterly in lust with Licker. Mixed in the pleasure of an orgasm still strumming along her thoughts was her plans to bid on Licker. She had the money in her pocket, but she didn't think it was enough to buy the teenage bitch.
Raising her gaze back to Borias, she nodded.
“Good. She be one of the local families, about an hour walk south of Maddy. They be good people. No slaving or butchering girls. They have real cows and grow wheat.”
It seemed strange that there was a farm that didn't center around sex and blood. She knew it was possible, but it seemed wrong compared to everything she experienced.
Borias chuckled. “We all be needing to eat. And Fir's mother be an animal healer. Need those no matter what we be doing.” He lifted his hand and the magic faded. “There, you be sitting up now?”
Merrie struggled to sit up. When she did, she continued until she was properly begging, with her knees folded underneath her.
“Good girl.”
She smiled.
“But, we should be heading there. Bitches to sell and all.”
Merrie felt a flicker of dread. She was going to be sold to Rakin. She tensed as she wanted for the inevitable violent fantasy to rise up, but it didn't. Surprised, Merrie smiled. Her orgasm, the third one, had somehow burned his hatred from her thoughts. It wouldn't be long before she experienced them against her physical form, but for now, she was free of Rakin's fantasies.
Borias stood up. “Okay, girls, we be going now. Licker?”
Licker looked up from Fir's pussy and smiled. Her face was glistening with Fir's juices. She wagged her tail and crawled back.
Fir stood up and worked her skirt down, giving Borias a sheepish look. “I can bid on her, right?”
“Of course. She be forty-two. Late enough that most people spent their money and everyone be waiting for Merrie here.” He rested his head on Merrie's ear. The shiver of pleasure brought a smile to Merrie's lips.
“About how much do you think she'll cost?”
Licker's tail wagged faster.
Borias shrugged. “Small tits but she be eighteen. A lot of years of pleasure. I be saying about fifteen thousand.”
“I-I have that! It was for school, but I can't go anymore. Not with my brother joining the army. And my ma and pa said I could,” she glanced down at Licker, “buy whatever I wanted.”
“Well, just in case someone bids higher, use this.” Borias dug into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. It had the seal of a bank on it. It was also thick and didn't flop as he handed it to Fir.
Fir stared at Borias in shock. “What is this?”
“You be opening it and find out.”
With trembling fingers, Fir broke the seal. She opened it and pulled out a thick stack of hundred mark bills. “My gods. There is ten thousand marks in here!”
“Only be having eight, but if you take good care of Licker, then the money be yours.”
“R-Really?” Fir's eyes were wide with surprise.
Next to her, Licker wagged her tail as she looked back and forth.
“Well, you better be running and getting the rest of your money. Don't be late.”
“Thank you!” cried Fir. She crouched down and gave Licker a tight hug before sprinting back to her camp.
“Remember, she be forty-two!”
Borias watched her run and then looked down at Licker who was starting at him with surprise and bright hope in her eyes. “What? Bass be doing the same thing. If we can be giving you a good home, a safe place to be spending your lives, then money is nothing. And, if I can't be saving Merrie from Rakin—”
Merrie ducked her head, thankful she wasn't sick anymore.
“—then I be saving whatever girl I can, k?”
Licker's smile almost lit up the wagon. She got into begging position and barked twice. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back.
“Oh, I be loving to do that, but we need to be selling your cute asses. Come on, I be grabbing the brushes and we can be cleaning you up in line.”
There were multiple auctions going on during the fair. There were enough bitches that they had a dedicated one, thankfully located on the white side of the fair. It only took them a few minutes before they reached it.
Merrie was not expecting the crowds. Some were standing, others were laid out on blankets and in chairs. Beer and treat sellers wandered between the tiny little camps as did the toilet girls.
They came up along the side, but as they passed, Merrie could feel attention bearing on her. They knew who she was. They wanted her, almost every single one. Hands reached out to stroke her, to touch her. She felt hot and slick as digits poked into her pussy and ass. People petted her ears and tail. It was all a desperate attempt to get one touch of the alpha everyone talked about.
One of Kessler's bitches was on the stage as they came up to it. She was naked with a seven hanging from around her neck. She sat on a short platform, the center attention of thousands of people. The girl was terrified as she obeyed the short commands from a huge thriban standing next to her.
The thriban was about the same size as Bass, with pale gray skin and larger eyes. He was dressed in a suit, but the black outfit strained over his muscular chest. His black hair was long and pulled into a four braids that reached clear down to his ass. He spoke loudly, his voice carrying over the din, but he spoke quickly as he pointed to various people holding up numbers. “Three thousand from the lady in red. Four from the man on plaid. Do I hear five? Five?. Five from the lady in red.” He pointed as he bellowed over the crowds, never stopping as he spoke. “Look at the tits on this bitch. She had good hips for breeding. Six from the gentleman over here. Do I hear fourteen. Fourteen from the man on plaid.” There was no question who Eolis was.
He was still speaking as Borias lead them behind the stage. Merrie felt the presence of the bitches. There was almost a hundred minds and they were all filled with fear, anxiety, and anticipation. Some were making out with each other while others were curled up on the ground as they tried not to think about their new lives.
Merrie's knees tapped on the wooden steps of the stage. Eolis' voice died down to be replaced with the sounds and smells of a hundred horny bitches. She smiled and came up to the top.
As one, every bitch stopped and looked at her. Merrie could feel their attention on her, their gazes burning her skin. They were remembering their orgasms and the smell of pussy and sex grew thick in the air.
Blushing, Merrie crawled over to a spot with a seventy hanging above it. She nestled in place, between Cock Diver and a new bitch. She turned around and knelt down. She had her place and it was in line like the others.
The new bitch suddenly leaned over and kissed her. Merrie turned into the kiss and their lips met. It was soft and hungry, thankful. Merrie was used to it from Bass' bitches but it was the same longing that drove the new girl to embrace her.
With a smile, Merrie kissed back. Cock Diver slipped in next to her and soon the three of them were touching, licking, and kissing.
“Sold for nine thousand to the woman in red! Coming up is number eight, the first of the Paladin Puppy Mill's pack.”
Merrie felt a presence and broke away from the two. It was Fuckhole in front of her. With tears in her eyes, Fuckhole rushed forward and gave Merrie a long kiss, tongue searching hers. It was hard and desperate, but also thankful for everything Merrie had given her.
“Um, Bass?” called out Eolis.
“Give me a second!” answered Bass as he stopped next to them.
Fuckhole clung to Merrie before Bass tugged her away.
“Paladin Puppy Mill is known far and wide for value added training.” Eolis filled in the gap with a sales spiel. “Each bitch wears an iron collar enchanted to imprint on the first person to remove it. I recommend you be ready to get fucked when you do because you can't keep the collar.”
Laughter.
Bass guided Fuckhole to the stage. Fuckhole gave Merrie one last look, then stepped out.
“And here is our dark-haired beauty. Look at the cunt on her, nice and even. Her tail is real, boys and girls, and why don't you wag for us. Good girl!”
Merrie felt Fuckhole's pleasure even through the door. She sniffed and wiped a sudden tear from her eyes. When she lowered her arm, there was another bitch—one of Kessler's—in front of her. The nine hanging around her neck told Merrie everything. She smiled and nodded.
The woman inched closer and kissed Merrie. Her breath was hot against Merrie's face as she attached Merrie with the same desperation and thankfulness that Fuckhole had given her.
“Are you serious?” grumbled Kessler. “Are they all going to do that?”
“Probably,” chuckled Borias.
“My alpha didn't.”
Bass spoke up. “Your alpha was more than a bitch, Kessler. I'm surprised they didn't pee on her.”
Kessler made a grunting noise. “She sold well.”
“Sold for twelve thousand! Next up one of Kessler's. This blonde-haired beauty is perfect for a warm day and hotter nights. I've personally seen her cunt and it is one of the prettiest things I have ever admired.”
Reluctantly, the bitch parted from Merrie and crawled to the stage. Kessler grabbed her collar, but she didn't resist as she passed out of view.
The next one was already waiting for Merrie. A girlish-looking man with bright green eyes as a sheepish smile. He had a small cock that was dripping hard. He wasn't cropped and he wrapped his arms around Merrie as he kissed her.
Blushing, Merrie pressed her body against him and enjoyed the pleasure of their bodies and his mind.
“Sold for seven!”
Kessler came back. “Oh, fuck the gods. All right, move the damn alpha by the entrance. If she is going to making out everything that passes, might as well put her by the opening.”
Borias laughed.
Bass held out his hand, but Merrie obediently followed after the bitch about to be sold and took a spot right at the gap of the stage. She could see the crowds gathered around and a ripple of noise spread out as people caught sight of her.
As the ninth bitch got on the stage, the tenth was waiting for Merrie. It was Snapping Pussy. With tears in her eye, she slid into Merrie's embrace with a comfort of two bitches trained together. They kissed and touched wordlessly and passionately until the previous sale finished and Pussy was lead out to the stage.
Merrie caught sight of Rakin to the side. He was surrounded by half a dozen guards and had a woman between his legs. Merrie could see bruises and lashes darkening the woman's back and she had her ass high in the air where something was embedded in both holes.
Rakin and Merrie's eyes met and Rakin smiled cruelly. He reached down and gripped the woman with both hands and hauled her against his cock, holding her tight to his body.
Merrie shuddered with dread and looked away. The next bitch was waiting for and Merrie threw herself into the pleasure instead of thinking about Rakin.
The steady pace of bitches continued to stop in front of Merrie. Different tastes and unknown bodies, but they were all united in the desire to thank Merrie. Some would be sold for higher because they made a good show in front of Kessler's. Others were thankful for the orgasm that erased their own fears. And a few were doing it simply because the bitches before them did the same. Each mind was different and the pleasure increased with every kiss, every touch, every stroke.
Before she knew it, Licker was in front of her. With a sheepish grin, Licker nestled closer and nibbled on Merrie's shoulder. Merrie moaned at the touch and lowered her own mouth to the same place, nipping and licking. There was only seconds before Licker would be gone and Merrie couldn't help but think about the first night they were together.
And so was Sama. Sadness filled Merrie as she remembered her lost friend. The first whispered name, the first touch. When Merrie kissed Licker back, it wasn't only kissing the teenage girl but also the bitch who Merrie lost. Tears ran down her cheeks as their lips met.
“Bass, a word,” Kessler said sharply.
“What?” Bass answered warily.
Eolis called out. “Sold for seven thousand to the nice lesbian couple! Next up is forty-two, a tiny little girl with cute tits and long black hair. She is small but she can take everything you give her.”
Kessler positioned himself between Licker and the stage. “You can't sell her.”
“Why not?”
“She's too young. You can tell from the resonance.”
“She's eighteen, I confirmed it.”
“Yes, but that's illegal now. Twenty is the minimum.”
“Since when?” Bass was growing frustrated. He balled his hands into fists.
“A month ago, they passed a law right at the end of the senate session.”
Eolis called out. “Bass? Do we have a bitch to sell?”
Kessler answered for Bass. “Hold on, there are problems.”
Eolis held up his hand. “Hang in there folks, let me see what's going on.” The stage shook as the heavy man walked up behind Kessler. There was a scowl on his face. With his back to the crowds, his voice became a low growl. “What the fuck's the problem.”
Kessler pointed to Licker. “Bitch is too young.”
Eolis glared down at Licker for a long moment. He lifted his gaze. “Are you really going to be a limp dick, Kessler?”
“Yes! It is the law.”
“You only care about the law when it suits you. You damn well know that.”
“She's too young,” Kessler insisted.
Between Eolis' legs, Merrie saw Fir rushing up to the stage, holding her wallet tightly with her hands. There was a flush on her cheeks and a smile on her lips. Behind her, her parents strolled after with amused smiles.
Eolis sighed. “Just let it go, Kessler. You're just doing it because teens sell high.”
“I am not.” But he was lying. Everything was about money to Kessler.
“What,” asked Count Blood as he came up between the bitches from the side stage, “is the problem?”
"Bass' bitch is too young," said Kessler with an accusing point at Bass.
“And why is this a problem, Kessler?” snapped the count.
“It's against the law.”
The count took a long, deep sigh. He glanced out at the crowds, then back to Bass.
Bass shook his head. “Please, don't. I can't keep her for two years, you know what will happen. I'll keep her and I can't do that. Not to Sable and Dixie.”
The count gave an apologetic look. “I'm sorry. I am sworn to uphold the law even if I'd rather some people,” he pointedly looked at Kessler, “weren't petty about it.” He turned to Eolis. “Pull her off.”
“My lord count-” started Bass.
“No, Bass,” the count turned back. “You need to just accept this one.”
“Why?”
The count glanced over at Kessler who folded his arms over his shoulder. “Have you talked to him?”
Kessler shook his head.
“Fine. Bass,” he address Bass, “please just accept it.”
“My lord-”
“No,” came the final word. Count Blood pointed to Bass and Kessler. “You two, in my tent at midnight tonight. No questions, no arguing.”
Bass sighed, his mind burning with annoyance. “Yes, my lord.” He bowed deeply.
The count nodded to Eolis. “Go on.”
“Yes, my lord,” rumbled the other thriban. Turning around, Eolis stepped back on the stage and held up his hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have to pull forty-two from the bidding process.”
In front, Fir let out a cry. She clutched her purse and looked around helplessly.
Kessler grunted and walked away to hide his smirk.
“Damn him,” muttered Bass.
Forty-three, a woman in her late twenties, crawled up and kissed Merrie passionately before moving on the stage. Her trainer, one of the other mill owners, patted Bass on the shoulder.
“Sorry, Bass. Kessler always been a fucking dick.”
“Thanks, Rell.”
“I hope you get him in the end.”
Eolis moved smoothly into the next auction. “And forty-three is a slightly older bitch but highly experienced. I heard that her mouth could suck a ball from a bucket and her large tits are just right for a little smacking around. She'll swallow any load you want and is also trained as a toilet slave.”
Borias stepped up. “Boss?”
“Damn that man,” grumbled the thriban, “why does he do this? He knows I'll keep her if she stays.”
“Aye.” Borias chuckled. “Want to be sticking it to him?”
“Yes, but how?”
Merrie was occupied with the next bitch, but she listened curiously as she kissed and touched.
“You be trusting me?”
“With my life.”
“Be seeing that girl?” Borias pointed to Fir who was dejectedly walking away.
Bass grunted.
“Give Licker away, in front of Kessler.”
Another grunt, but this was filled with amusement. Next to him, Sable barked and shot out of the back stage. She ran around, bounding over blankets and legs as she chased after Fir.
Merrie smiled up at Borias who patted her on the head. “I be what I be.”
A few minutes later, Fir was being led up to the back stage. Her parents followed closely behind, wary but hopeful. Fir stopped in front of Bass. “Um, excuse me, sir?” She had to careen her head up to look at him.
“Yes,” Bass smiled warmly.
“Why was… um, she pulled out of the auction? I wanted to buy her.”
“Well, Kessler here,” he pointed to Kessler who was leaning against the back wall with a scowl on his face, “pointed out that she's too young to be sold like a common slave.”
“Oh,” Fir sighed and her eyes grew wet. She gave Licker a forlorn look. “I'm sorry.” She glanced over to Borias as she opened her wallet.
Borias shook his head. “You be keeping it as payment.”
Fir closed her wallet, then stopped. “Payment? For what?”
Borias smirked at Kessler. “Well, you be seeing. Bass here be a bit softy. He be like fucking and training, but he gets all weepy if he be keeping them. And he not pretty when he be crying. All snot and tears. Pathetic, actually. In fact, when he gets really sad, all these tears be pouring down-”
“Thank you, Bori.” Bass glared at Borias but there was no anger in his eyes.
"So, we can't be selling Licker for two years. So, I be thinking that she could be using a, " he smiled broadly before he continued, “personal trainer to teach her about licking pussy properly.”
Fir's eyes widened brightly. She looked down at Licker as a flush grew on her cheeks. Her mind grew bright as fantasies of Licker burned in her thoughts.
Next to Merrie, Licker gasped. Merrie nudged her and the teenager got into a begging position. She inched closer to Fir.
“That be a good deal? You train Licker to be a good bitch.”
Fir gasped and smiled. A moment later, the smile faded. “What happens after two years?”
“Well,” Bass finally spoke up. “If she's well trained, then I will pay you a bonus… say giving you one of my bitches in trade? Any one you want.”
Fir looked back and forth between Borias and Bass. She gasped and clutched the wall. “Really?”
Bass nodded and dug into his pocket. He pulled out a small key. “Go on, remove her collar.”
Kessler pushed himself from the wall. “Now, hold on a moment. That's—”
Bass fixed his gaze on Kessler. “I haven't sold her to anyone and you damn well know it. She is providing a service for Paladin Puppy Mill.”
“If she removes that collar…”
“Then she will be able to train Licker to her full potential.”
“You're just giving her away! That's nineteen thousand marks!”
“Just money, Kessler, just money.”
Kessler stared at Bass for a long moment. His jaw tightened as he struggled with his emotions. Then spun on his heels and stormed off.
Bass waited until Kessler walked out of sight before he laughed. “Good job, Bori.”
Fir was standing there, holding out her hands. “P-Please?”
Bass set the key down in her palm.
The young woman trembled as she knelt down in front of Licker. The back of the stage grew hushed as she reached for the iron collar and turned it around. “Where is the hole?”
“Just tap it against the metal.”
Biting her lower lip, Fir tapped the key against the iron collar.
It rang out, a high-pitched bell that resonated with Merrie's collar. The ringing faded, but Merrie could feel magic rising up. It was powerful, like the “good girl” command but something far more complicated. Energy surrounded Licker and sank into her skin. Pleasure rolled through the teenage girl and it flared into an orgasm.
Energy pulled Licker's attention straight to Fir. In her mind, which Merrie could read like a book, Licker was staring at every feature on the young woman's face and body. She was fixing it in her mind, searing it into the primal place of childhood memories, secret thoughts, and the home where true love resided. It would never be erased from Licker's life any more than the orgasm that slammed into her would be forgotten.
The key crumbled in Fir's hand, but the girl didn't care. She threw her arms around Licker and held her tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Moments later, Fir was leading her new bitch down the stairs.
“Bori,” asked Bass, “how much did you give her to buy Licker?”
“I not be knowing—”
“Bori.”
Borias sighed and gave him a sheepish grin. “Eight thousand. But, it only be money.”
Bass chuckled and clapped Borias on the shoulder. “You have grown up, boy. I'm proud of you. Damn proud of you.”
Borias beamed happily.
“Sold for nine thousand. Next up is fifty-seven!”
It was Male Seven. As he embraced Merrie, Merrie sent out a pulse of comfort and love to the bitch just sold. She was too enraptured with Fir and Licker to properly pay attention but didn't want to miss one. The love that came back brought her a smile and she threw herself into saying goodbye to Seven.
Before she knew it, she was kissing the sixty-ninth bitch goodbye. Her face was wet with kisses and tears. Her body hot and slick. She blinked as the naked woman crawled on the stage and sat down. She was next. Her eyes drifted to Rakin, who was sitting up and watching with rapt attention.
His eyes were bright with excitement and his fantasies were clear even from the distance. They were dark and violent. Unlike the nameless bitches that he fantasized for the years, he finally had a face for his victim.
She knew it was her face, her body. He was going to do anything he could to buy her and there was nothing she could do about it. Before, she could lose herself in kissing goodbye to the bitches. But, now she was naked in his fantasies. No bodies or sales between her and him. She looked around at the remaining bitches.
There were only twenty-three after her. All of them were flush with excitement and buzzing with the orgasms that rippled off Merrie. She couldn't say goodbye personally to them, but every single one knew that she loved them with all her heart. She couldn't help it, she was an alpha and they were her pack for a few hours at least.
(Merrie,) Dixie's thoughts drifted up from where he was lying under the stage with Tabitha. (this is something neither my mistress or I say well, but… we will both miss you. More than you can ever imagine. I know—)
Merrie smiled and focused her comfort on him, hugging him with her thoughts.
Dixie bristled at first but then relaxed.
And then Sable tackled Merrie. (I love you!) The raw emotion drowned Merrie as she fell back, hitting the wooden stage with a thump. The harsh surface stung, but then Merrie was drowning in breasts and licking.
Giggling, Merrie grabbed Sable's head between her own shortened arms and kissed her on the lips.
(I was,) grumbled Dixie, (trying to say goodbye, Sable.)
(Don't care, keep on saying it,) came the whiskey voice as Sable lowered herself to clamp her mouth over Merrie's pussy. Her tongue lapped at the wet slickness and Merrie arched her back at the pleasure.
Amusement radiated between the two alphas as Tabitha's thoughts drifted away. There were no words needed for a long moment, just orgasms and a world of love that connected the three.
“Sold, for eleven thousand!”
(I love you, Merrie.) Sable kissed Merrie again and again. (I'll miss you and I love you. And love you. And love you. And love you!)
“And the moment you were waiting for…” Eolis paused dramatically. “For the sixth time ever in Blood County, we have an alpha. Though, only four of them had ever been sold, this fair has the honor of auctioning three of those. And now, we have a fourth.”
Bass reached past Sable to pick up Merrie. He set Merrie down on her knees and quickly straightened her hair. “Oh, girl. I….” His voice cracked. “You go out….”
Merrie looked up at him. It tore her heart to know she would never see him again, or no. She brought her wrists to her collar and barked once.
Bass swept her into a tight hug. “Be a good girl. No matter what happens, even if he gets you, I won't ever stop thinking about you. I promise.” Tears splashed down on her shoulder.
“Bass?” chided Eolis gently. “I'm trying to sell your alpha.”
“Sorry,” sniffed Bass as he released Merrie. “Go on, be safe.”
Bolstered by her former trainer's and alpha's love, Merrie crawled out on the stage.
The din of the crowds silence almost immediately. Her knees tapped on the wooden stage and they were thundering as she took her place on the small platform in the middle. She didn't have a collar, she lost it somewhere, but she didn't need one. Everyone knew who she was.
She rested on her knees and stared out at the silent crowds. There were thousands staring at her. Even with the burning gaze of Rakin against her skin, she could feel the lust and desire in more minds than she could imagine.
Her heart thumped as she felt naked and vulnerable. She was finally there, sitting on the auction block with her future somewhere out in the darkness. She knew where it would lead, but she could pretend someone else would afford her.
“True Submissives are rare. Rarer than almost any other form of magical human. We all know of mages and priests but an alpha gets her power from submission and being dominated. But, it is more than getting off by being beaten, humiliated, or even used as a toilet.”
Merrie flushed at the memory of kneeling in front of Borias, her mouth open as he aimed his cock at her. She opened her eyes and looked over the gathered people. She could feel their minds bright against her thoughts.
And then, her gaze suddenly shifted to the side. She recognized the effect, it was like Bass' Presence but different. Instead of drawing her eyes toward the source, it was pushing her attention away from a spot. She concentrated on it, forcing herself to look. The pressure increased and then it peeled back.
It was the stranger who was hogging the bench. He didn't look like much then, but suddenly she saw him as something else. He had short dark blond hair and bright eyes. He was also the only one not looking at her. Instead, he was picking up way over blankets and chairs, completely ignored by everyone around him. And then he casually plucked a necklace from a woman's neck and stuck it in his pocket. She didn't even respond as he grabbed her breast and moved on.
"True Submissives' power is magnified by everything you do. No one knows how her powers will manifest, but we have seen transformation, shape-changing, elemental, transmutation, and flight. Even with all that, there are common powers among all alphas and those powers come down to the bond."
Merrie pulled herself into a begging position. Every movement was being watched and she remembered the perfection and precision that Piffin demanded. She adjusted her body just right, the perfect poise to turn everyone on.
“Alphas bond with their masters. And it is a bond not unlike familiars. It is initially empathic, but as it matures it becomes telepathic. They know what you want and will do it without question. There is nothing your alpha won't do. If you want to pierce her,” Eolis gestured to Merrie, “then she will beg for it. Want a pain slut? Beat her, she will take for it when you want and cower when you want her to suffer. You don't have to order her to be submissive, she simply will be. No matter how much you push this bitch, she will take it. Pain, toilet, or simply a hole to fuck.”
Eolis stepped forward. “And, since I'm sure you have a doubt, let's have say… ten volunteers come up here.”
Merrie watched as Eolis as the thriban picked out volunteers. They were strangers but as they came up, Merrie saw that she could read all of their minds. They were excited and horny. A few of them were hoping to get a blow job in the middle of the stage while others were just curious.
Eolis handed each one half a dozen cards. “Now, these are commands the basic bitch knows. Things like roll over and beg. I want each of you to shuffle the cards in any order you want. Then, I want you to turn your backs to the crowd. As I point to you, hold up the card behind you but don't say anything. The rest will be obvious.”
Merrie faced the ten strangers. She watched them shuffling their cards and laughing. She couldn't see any of them, but it didn't matter. She could see the words and commands sliding through their minds. They wanted her and she wanted to obey.
Once arrange, Eolis started. He pointed to one man who raised his card. It was roll over. She was already obeying before it crossed over him. A spattering of applause rippled along the crowds.
Eolis pointed to another. It was beg. Merrie snapped into position. Another command came and she obeyed, then again. Each time, the applause grew louder and Eolis gave a running commentary, both humorous and inspirational. With every passing moment, she could feel the crowds growing more focused and interesting her purchase.
And then it was over. Sixty commands in less than two minutes. Her body prickled with sweat from the last around, Eolis had pointed to each one in rapid succession and she had to struggle to move fast enough. She smiled to herself, flushed with excitement.
“Now, this would be the proper time to have her fuck all of them, but I am trying to sell her. Plus, her new owner might not want sloppy seconds.”
Disappointment rippled through the volunteers and the crowds.
“But, Bass and Paladin Puppy Mill has graciously volunteered their two alphas to do that instead.”
Merrie grinned even wider as Sable and Dixie crawled up. Both of them kissed Merrie on the shoulders, then separated for the opposite ends of the stage.
Merrie expected most of them to go to Sable, but the ten people split in half, threading past each other as they went for the alpha that appealed to them the most.
Eolis walked next to Merrie. He looked down at her and smiled. “Ready?” He asked.
Merrie panted softly, then begged. She barked once.
“Good girl.” Eolis spun around and held up his hands. “We start the bid at a hundred thousand marks. Do I hear a hundred, million?”
Merrie's heart thumped loudly as she listened to Eolis spin out the words, a rapid fire. As he spoke, little flags flashed up.
“Two, three. We now have five hundred thousand for the man in—”
“One million!” yelled Rakin and a gasp rippled through the crowds.
Merrie fought back a whimper. She caught Rakin's gaze and shivered at the hatred burning in his eyes. She maintained her position, though, like a proper bitch.
“One million, do I hear two? Two?”
“Two million!”
“Three!”
“Five mil!” snapped Rakin.
“Six!”
“Seven!”
The numbers increased quickly. Merrie stared in shock at the crowds, trying to struggle with the idea that people were paying millions of marks for her. She never saw that much money in her life. Six weeks ago, she was just another person. And now, the numbers kept shooting up.
“Ten!” called Rakin.
Merrie listened to Rakin out-bid everyone. She forced herself to look away from him, to avoid looking at the man would probably would buying her. She gulped and scanned the crowds. She caught her eye drifting to the side again, avoiding a spot to her left.
She forced herself to force through the effect, curious to watch the man steal again. But it wasn't the stranger stealing but an old man. He was sitting on a blanket by himself, a glass of wine in his hand. He watched the events with curiosity but there was nothing otherwise unusual about him except that no one sat near him.
“I have fifteen million from Count Rakin. Do I have a sixteen? Sixteen? Sixteen to the man with the red glasses. And then seventeen from Rakin. Oh, eighteen from glasses.”
“Twenty!”
“Twenty-one!” countered Rakin with a scowl. He gestured sharply as he spoke and one of his guards started toward the other man bidding on Merrie. Rakin's guard dropped his hand to hilt as he stepped over blankets.
Three guards from Count Blood's group stepped between the man and the other bidder. There was a forced casualness in how they held themselves, but there was no question they were armed. Their hands rested on the hilts of the sword as they pointedly stared at the stage, but the threat was clear.
Rakin's man stepped back and Rakin's face grew red with anger. “Twenty-two!”
“And another twenty-two from Count Rakin who isn't paying attention.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
Rakin's anger increased. He glared around and the people nearest to him shrank back.
“I have twenty-two. Twenty-two? Going once.”
Merrie whimpered as the dread came back.
“Going twice.”
“Twenty-five million.” It was the man in red glasses. He was short but sturdy. He had no shields and she could feel the lust rolling off him. There was nothing remarkable about him, no powers or magic. He was unremarkable but rich. And infinitely better than Rakin.
Rakin sputtered for a moment, his face growing purple. He glared at the man in red glasses. His men shifted from foot to foot, ready to do something.
More of Count Blood's guards gathered around, standing at ready.
Rakin turned his back to the stage as he spoke to the guards gathering around him. The anger burned around him and Merrie picked up images through the shield cracking under the force of his own emotions. He was sending his guards to kill to the man in glass' family.
Gasping, Merrie reached out for the alphas. Dixie was being fucked in the ass by a man. He was acting like he was enjoying every minute but his mind was bored and unimpressed. On the other side, Sable was sucking on another and moaning enthusiastically with every bob.
Merrie projected the thoughts she caught from Rakin to them.
(My mistress is on it.) Dixie didn't stop moaning, but his connection to Tabitha flared to life.
The entire stage shuddered as Tabitha shot from underneath the stage. She disappeared into the fields with a rush of air.
(She'll be waiting for them. Don't worry, they'll be safe.)
Merrie let out a sigh of relief. (Thank you.)
“Twenty-six million, going once. Going twice.”
“Thirty million marks!” It was Rakin.
Merrie's stomach lurched as Rakin's voice echoed across the suddenly silent crowds. She shook as she stared at the count striding toward the stage.
Eolis rumbled in his chest. “Fucker,” he whispered in a dark voice. Then, he spoke louder. “Thirty million!”
“Do I hear thirty-one?”
Silence.
“Going once?”
Merrie looked across the crowds, but they were stunned and silent. No one could bid that much, not even the man with red glasses. There was nothing anyone could do.
“Going twice?”
(I'm sorry,) came Sable's thoughts, laden with sorrow and regret.
“Sold to Count Rakin for thirty million marks!”