Merrie was dizzy with relief. For the last few days, she was terrified of being owned by Rakin. The images she got from the cruel man's fantasies were still in her head, she didn't think she would ever forget them, but they would fade over time. She wouldn't be tortured or raped. She was free, free from the horror that she almost suffered.
She lifted her gaze to her new master, watching him stride ahead of her. His thoughts were chaotic and difficult to read. The repulsion that he used also wrapped his thoughts, his shields were constantly shifting and when she thought she found his mind, it slipped away as soon as she stopped concentrating.
But, it didn't matter if she couldn't read his thoughts. Kine was already showing himself to be a far better master than she could dream about. She still remembered his whispered “I'm not going to choke you” before he slid his cock into her mouth. It was tender and hesitant, a far cry from Bass' brutal rape or Borias' compassionate sternness.
She hesitated. There was something about Bass, a strange sense that she had somehow lost something. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She hated Bass. The thriban had not given her even a shred of compassion as he broke her. He used her, trained her, and fucked her. There was no good in the powerful man, she knew that from the bottom of her heart.
Even as she thought it, the feeling of loss bubbled up.
“Merrie?”
She jumped at Kine's words. An embarrassed blush colored her cheeks and she hurried after him.
He nodded with approval and headed back toward the division from the white and red side.
She licked her lips, then made a face at the taste of the foul magic that stole her voice. The only hint that Kine was less than completely compassionate was the geas. She didn't know why he would do it, but it burned at her throat. It was just like being cropped, a single point of pain and terror, and then she was less than a human.
At first, she wallowed in the fear that Kine would become like Rakin. But, as they crawled past the shattered stalls and pavilions, she realized losing her voice was just like being cropped. When Tabitha had tore her arm off, her helplessness had ignited a flame inside her that would never extinguish. Every time she looked down at the smooth end of her wrist or felt her ankles against the ground, she was reminded of that helplessness.
She worked her tongue against her mouth. She wouldn't be able to talk ever again. Borias told her there was a way out of it, but she couldn't remember if he ever told her how. She was helpless again, vulnerable and unable to be a human. But, where she knew the cropping would come, her stolen voice was a sudden surprise. It didn't build up into the painful orgasm that tore her limbs from her but just a bang that left her less than human.
Merrie tried to say her name and concentrated on the thick feeling in her throat. The word didn't come out but there was no tingle of warning. She just couldn't speak.
A flush rose on her cheeks and she felt a tingling warmth suffuse her body. She opened her mouth to speak and concentrated on her helplessness, her stolen voice. No hands, no feet, no voice. She was losing her humanity with every step on her path to becoming an alpha and with each one, the aching pleasure grew.
She smiled and wagged her tail. She was a bitch and she could feel the power rippling through her. If it required her to be less than human, that she would lose every shred of humanity, if her master required.
A cheer rose up, breaking her from her thoughts. An impromptu party had formed near the center of the fair. The folk were milling about, some of the dancing and many of them drinking. There was hands touching and naked bodies everywhere.
The toilet girls were out, holding a cup with hand-scrawled lettering. “Save our fair!” “Down with Rakin!” “Blood forever!” People were using the girls and dropping a few coins into their cups. The clinks mixed in with the gulping noises.
“Hey!” Kine said sharply as he pointed to a girl on her knees as three men were peeing into her mouth. “You do that?”
Merrie's pussy clenched. She nodded and let out a bark.
“Seriously?”
She barked again.
“Damn. Do you do the eating shit thing too?”
Merrie reluctantly barked, her stomach rolling.
“Well,” he pulled a face, “That's disgusting. I won't be doing that. But, I always heard about guys getting their asses licked out. You'd do that, right? I bet that would feel fucking good.”
Merrie barked happily and wagged her tail harder. Her furry end whipped back and forth, fanning her buttocks and teasing her aching labia with every twitch.
“I'm looking forward to you. Come on, let's go around, the wagon is to the south of the red side.”
Kine skirted the party. Merrie followed, careful to avoid getting stepped on. As she was slipping her way between two men making a deal about trading their wives for the night, she caught sight of Kine casually slipping his hand into a woman's underwear and pulling out a small roll of marks from the crack of her pussy. He sniffed it and continued walking, not even slowing down.
The woman didn't notice as she continued to lean into a man trying to sell her a dildo larger than Bass. There was no way she could have missed Kine's fingers in her pussy, but somehow she did.
There was a lot to her new master and Merrie felt herself growing excited at the prospect of learning everything. She smiled and continued to crawl after him. Kine's repulsion seemed to drape over her. No one touched her, no one looked at her. When she was out with Bass, she was the center of attention. Now, she was an object but it was something more. She was below their notice and their ignorance added to the flickering heat inside her. She was less than human, not worthy of attention.
She could feel her pussy growing moist with excitement. She hoped that Kine would fuck her once they got to the wagon. Hesitantly, she reached out with her mind and delved her thoughts into his. She wanted to know what was in store.
As she concentrated, she could sense a pattern to Kine's mind. His eyes were moving from point to point, seeing where someone kept their money or a jewel necklace was hidden underneath a collar. He was like Kessler in how he saw worth, but instead of hard numbers floating over people's heads, Kine saw it as a golden glow and a lure to steel. The more money, the brighter the light. But, it didn't stop there. As Kine looked over the riches of Blood County, his mind played out the actions he needed to steal every tiny shred of wealth.
And beneath his thoughts, there was something else. A focus on his environment; he was seeing something more than just money or theft. But, those thoughts were guarded even from Merrie. She tried to reach into them but a shadowy veil protected his innermost secrets.
As they passed the arena for the games, Merrie saw Tabitha sitting on one of the benches in wolf form. The shapeshifter was looking into the area, her chest rising and falling from her short pants. Sounds of blood and gore rose out of sight and, somehow, Merrie knew that Diffy was killing someone inside.
At the sight of Tabitha, the anger rose up. Tabitha had cropped her, ruined her. She wasn't any better than Rakin or Bass.
Tabitha turned to looked at her and Merrie cringed at the eyes that focused on her. Tabitha cocked her head to watch her, then turned back to the arena. It was a dismissal if Merrie had ever seen one and the crawling woman was thankful that Tabitha didn't try to do anything else.
She crawled closer to Kine, interposing him between her and the cruel woman who cropped her. Her flanks brushed against his shin and she managed to keep up as he walked through the fair and straight into a narrow trail through the tall crops on the east side.
A few meters into the fields, the stalks towered over both her and her new master. Kine let out a long, shuddering breath and a smile crossed his lips. It was pleasure that radiated out from him as he relished the darkness.
Minutes later, they came out the other side. A few meters from the fence was a small wagon tied to a post. It was already packed with a heavy canvas tarp over its contents and a horse contently eating grass and flowers next to it. A heavy rope kept the horse nearby. Merrie didn't seen where Kine had slept or even a hint of a campsite.
“We should be getting on our way. It's an eleven day ride back to Franome City. Why don't you get up on the wagon and I'll catch the horse.”
Merrie crawled around the back of the wagon. The back was about the size of a large bed. She could smell oils and leather inside. Between the slats, she saw a golden necklace sticking out the edge. She stopped to stare at the jewelry, trying to figure out if he had somehow lost it or he had stolen so much that the diamonds were unimportant.
She heard the clink of the horse's buckles and stirred from her musing. She crawled to the bench and stopped. It was almost a meter off the ground. Getting on her knees, she reached up to the step. The rough-cut wood scraped her limbs but she couldn't find anything to pull herself up. A whine rose in her throat as she lifted herself up, balancing on the points of her legs but she couldn't get up on the chair.
“You really are helpless, aren't you?” He was leaning against the attached horse, hands on his pants. His cock was bulging the front of his pants, swollen with excitement.
Her cheeks burning, she nodded. The heat in her body increased as he pushed himself off the horse and strolled over. Trembling, she lifted her head to look at him as he loomed over her.
“You wet?”
Her pussy spasmed and she barked.
Reaching down, he ran his hand along her buttocks. His fingers stroked along her inner thighs and then up to her sex. Two fingers slid into her slick folds.
She let out a soft moan and pushed back. His fingers plunged deeper and she clamped her inner walls around him. Her tail curled up to give him more access.
Kine's breath grew deeper as he stroked her short strokes. “You really are a sex slave, aren't you?”
She nodded and barked.
He pulled out his fingers and trailed them up to her asshole. She shivered as he traced the ridges of her opening, coating them with the juices from her sex. He gave her a exploratory push but his fingers only sank a few millimeters into her tight hole. “I'd think you'd be a lot looser,” he whispered as he kept the pressure against her asshole, “with that big guy fucking it. You sure he pounded you here?”
Merrie remembered how Bass had torn into her ass that night. Her entire body was clenching from the effects of the electrical collar. The pain of him ripping into her rectum. She shuddered at the memory of her debasement.
“Damn, you just got really wet.”
Merrie froze. Why did she get wet? Her violation wasn't pleasurable. Bass had raped her. She didn't want it, she never wanted it. She rocked her hips and felt horrified that she was turned on by the idea of Bass. A thick dribble of juices ran down her thighs.
“That's sexy.” Kine scooped up her juices and coated his fingers again. Bringing it back up to her ass, he wormed one finger into her tightly clenching opening.
Merrie leaned into the wagon, panting for breath. The pressure in her ass sent tendrils of pleasure through her body. It filled in the strange gap of her hatred for Bass and her body's shameful response.
Kine stroked in and out, working his finger deeper. “It's hot,” he whispered, “and tight.” With a sigh, he pulled out. “Tonight, I want to shove my dick in there.”
She moaned and wagged her tail back and forth.
He grabbed her tail and stroked it twice.
She leaned back into it, moaning louder as her body responded to every touch with a flash of heat.
“Damn,” he muttered as he released her and stood up. “We better get going. I'm going to bust a nut if I keep doing that.”
Merrie didn't mind the thought of Kine fucking her, except that it would increase the chance that Bass or Tabitha would find them.
Kine reached around her chest and grabbed her breasts. His fingers dug into her skin and he pulled her tight to his hard cock. With a grunt, he picked her up and set her down on the bench.
She clutched to the back until she got her balance. Settling down, she tried to find a comfortable position with her tail against the back of the wagon bench.
He jumped on the other side and sat down strongly. Grabbing the reins, he snapped them. “Hai!”
The wagon lurched forward and Merrie almost fell back. She tried to let out as shriek, but the metallic spell rose up and silence her. Only a whine came out as she braced herself against the back of the bench. As the horse pulled it forward, she found a better position by leaning against Kine and pressing her legs against the side rail.
Kine's thoughts quieted as they followed the road. There was little to steal and that part of his consciousness drifted off. His body slumped against the wagon bench and he smiled.
When he didn't move her away, she leaned into him. The alcohol ethereal scent clung around him and she found it almost comforting. Closing her eyes, she meant only to relax but the days of exhaustion slammed into her and she felt asleep almost instantly.
A hand on the back of her head woke her up. She opened her eyes. For a moment, she was confused where she was, but then she saw the horse tail flicking in front of her. Glancing around, she realized she was on Kine's lap, her head only centimeters from a bulge that pressed against her forehead. One of her arms was resting against his thigh, the smooth tip resting on his knee. The other was jammed against the back of the bench. She tried to wiggle it and little pins and needles ran along her senses.
Kine stroked the back of her head and reached out for her right ear. At the touch of his fingertip along the ridge, she let out a soft moan. “You awake?”
Merrie looked up and gave a soft, breathy bark. She could feel lust burning inside him. He was also hesitating, unsure if he could order or even ask her to please him.
She was a well-trained and trained for exactly what needed to be done. Lowering her head, she nosed the bulge with her nose. The scent of his excitement increased. Leaning over to him, she lifted her body so her breasts pressed against his thigh and she could use her lips and teeth to work the button off the thickness underneath.
Burying her face into the opening, she found his heated hardness. At the first touch of her lips against his shaft, Kine pressed his hand harder against her head. Merrie couldn't tell him she didn't need it, but having him guide her gave her a little thrill. She burrowed deeper, working up until she found the precum-slicked head.
Curling her tongue, she eased it out of his pants and let it spring forth. It smacked against her face and she tried to giggle. The geas stopped her action and only a whine came out.
Kine gasped, his fingers curling over her ear. He tugged on them, guiding her down to his cock. “Suck on it. Just suck on it.” He was almost begging.
She drank in the taste of his precum, sucking on the tip before opening her lips further to let him guide her down his length. His hand flexed against her, pushing her down. The thickness invaded her mouth, slid along her tongue before bumping against the roof of her mouth. The narrow tip caressed the back of her throat and she buried her face into the dark patch of hair at his base.
“Oh, sorry!” He relaxed his grip but didn't release her. She took her time pulling up his length, exploring every ridge and bump. His hardness swelled inside her until his glans were caught on the ridge of her lips.
“D-Do I just push down? Can I?”
Merrie smiled around his length. There was an innocence to him. She reached up with one arm and rested it against his wrist. She added pressure to his hand and slid back down.
“I can do that?” His cock jumped with excitement.
She buried her face deep into his pubic hair, gulping at his length. His cock filled her mouth and tickled her throat.
He held her down for a long moment. With every pulse of her breath, the sensation of suffocation increased and her pussy throbbed with need. He pulled up, but kept the pressure on her, guiding her up. He was learning how to dominate her and she squirmed her hips together as moisture gathered at her sex.
At the top, he didn't need encourage to shove her back down. He slammed her down hard but she took his hardness greedily. He froze. “Oh, that wasn't too hard, was it?”
She responded by grinding herself further down, mouthing his base and balls. Her saliva coated his body and he let out a long, shuddering gasp of pleasure.
“Oh, that's good.”
Proud of herself, she eased her lips back up his length. She could feel the thick veins throb with every pulse of his heart. Precum soaked her mouth and she gulped at it hungrily. It left a burning trail down her throat, the aftertaste of man and the strange ethereal flavor that permeated his being.
He shoved her back down, jamming her face into his crotch. She clamped her thighs together, rubbing the hot slickness together. Her pleasure curled around her, adding to the flickering heat inside her. She wished he would fuck her but he just held her down, his cock surging in her mouth.
“I-I'm….” the words hung in his throat.
He grabbed her ears with both hands. She cringed at the bright pain, but then he was slamming her face down on his cock, driving his length deep into her mouth. She gulped at it and squeezed her lips around his base. The flash of heat increased and she felt him throbbing hotly inside her.
His hips rose up to meet her strokes. His cock slammed into the back of her throat and his hips into her face. With every thrust, his cock swelled thicker and hotter.
Kine's orgasm was a bright spark of ecstasy. He drove deep into her mouth and came against the back of her throat. The hot jets seared against insides and came bubbling out.
Remembering his fantasies, she let some thick dribbles slip from her lips to pool in the dark hair as his base. The rest she gulped down, the familiar taste of cum adding to the warmth in her stomach and the heat in her pussy.
She couldn't wait for him to fuck her.
He released her ears and slumped back. “Fuck, that was good.”
Merrie lapped slowly at his shaft, cleaning it as it softened in her mouth. When it finally slipped out, it glistened with her saliva. She looked up at him, then smiled. Lowering her head, she worked her mouth through his bush, cleaning the thick white globs from his belly and balls. When she finally finished, his cock was half-hard again.
Kine gave a chuckle. “And you'll do that whenever I want, right?”
She nodded, licking her lips.
“I could get to liking this.” He reached down and shoved his manhood back into his pants. With trembling fingers, he buttoned it back up and grabbed the reins.
Merrie smiled, fighting the urge to whine. The need to cum was reaching a knife's edge.
As Kine focused on the road, she shifted her position so her back was resting on his arm and her leg was braced against the edge. Looking up at him, she saw that he was staring forward with his mind already drifting. Feeling a thrill of pleasure, she reached down with her arm and pressed her wrist against her sex.
She was already soaked and dripping. A tiny thrill drove through her as she gave a hesitant stroke, then another. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she stoke another stroke.
“Are you—”
Merrie jumped as Kine breathed into her ear.
“—trying to get off?”
Blushing hotly, she peered up and him. She let out a whine.
She was expecting Kine to be angry, but he shook his head. “Rimmy always said that I never got her off. Come on,” he patted his thigh, “scoot closer. You probably can't do much with your missing hand, can you?”
Relieved, Merrie pulled her dripping arm back and scooted closer. When Kine slipped his arm around her waist, she let out a soft whimper and leaned into him.
Kine slipped his fingers between her legs, trailing two fingers down the length of her slit. “You shave?” He seemed surprised.
Merrie let out a breathy bark.
“Heh, never did it this way.” His fingers caught her clitoris and let arched her back at the pleasure that rocketed across her body. His fingers were deft as he explored the fold of pleasure, trailing fingernails and the pads of his fingers up and down with a drumming movement.
She spread her legs wide as she thrust her hips into his fingers.
Kine added a third fingers, sliding each one up and down. His fingertips tapped against her clitoris in a complicated rhythm and her body jerked with every touch. Just as the burst of pleasure started to fade, the next finger tapped against her pleasure. Every ripple of ecstasy added to the first and soon she was gasping for breath.
“I'm good with my hands at least,” chuckled Kine. He caressed her folds, working each one between his fingertips.
A whine rose in her throat. Her pussy spasmed at the touch, hours of domination adding the constant background hunger of orgasms. She curled her spine to give him access.
She planted her hand back between his legs for balance. His hardness ground against her elbow.
“No, no. This time, you cum.”
Merrie almost sobbed with relief.
Kine rewarded her by driving two fingers into her pussy, pumping in and out. She could feel her inner lips clinging to his fingertips, sliding back and forth as he drummed little bursts of pleasure into her.
A whimpering moan rose in her throat. She trembled as she felt as her orgasm rose.
Kine stopped.
Her moan turned into a whimper. She arched her back, thrusting into his fingertips but Kine kept them just millimeters above her heated flesh, not giving her the crest she craved.
She whimpered and lowered her hips.
He started drumming against her clitoris again, three fingers in the complicated beat. Each strike landed with a wet slurp. Her body trembled from the impact and she lifted her hips back up to his fingers.
Kine brought her almost to an orgasm, but then pulled his fingers away at the last minute. He chuckled at her whine and waited until she settled back on the bench before thrusting his fingers back into her heated slit.
Merrie cried out and shook. Her orgasm rushed up but she knew he was going to pull away. The teasing tortured her, adding to an inferno that seared her insides. Her entire body jerked with every touch and a whimper ripped from her. Knowing that he was going to bring her to the edge of orgasm and pull back drive the pleasure higher.
He stroked and released her.
She cried out and begged as a bitch for more.
He tapped against her pussy, driving a beat into her until juices soaked the bench. He stopped just as the orgasm was about to explode.
For an hour, he tortured her. Merrie was sobbing for release, begging with whimpers and whines. Her juices soaked her thighs and pooled underneath her. She could smell her excitement drowning her senses, mixing in with the heady musk of his own hardness.
And then, he drove three fingers into her soaked opening. Thrusting deep, he pulled her sweat-soaked body tight against his own as he banged her with wet slurps.
Merrie tensed up, wishing he would finally let her cum. She whimpered and bit down on the shirt over his shoulder, holding herself still as her eyes rolled up. She spasmed, tiny orgasms sparking against her senses, and begged silently to cum before he released.
And he didn't stop.
Each thrust drove the heat higher. Her sex drooled on his hands and coated everything. She clenched down and ground her teeth together, whining with the effort.
“Cum,” he ordered.
And she did. She let out a high-pitched scream as her orgasm tore through her. She felt it rising out of her body and rocket out in all directions. A faint breeze rolled through the trees in an expanding circle as she came at his command.
She couldn't see anything except the white hot pleasures that dominated her senses. Her body wasn't her own and it just kept coming and coming. Each blast of pleasure tore her further out of her senses.
Waves of her pleasure rolled out along the grass, kicking up dust. She jerked violently and clutched to him. Merrie wrapped her short legs around his arm, trying to keep her inside him as she kept jerking from the ecstasy that tore through her veins.
Too soon, her body couldn't take anymore and she slumped down. Her breasts heaved as rivulets of sweat ran down her cleavage. She felt the shuddering gasps shaking her body and her heart pounded loudly in her ears.
“You come hard, don't you?”
Panting, Merrie looked up at him and nodded. She realized her arm was resting against his hard cock. She rolled over and reached for it.
“No, no.”
Whimpering, she looked up and licked her lips.
Kine gestured to the road. “It's only few hours or so until the inn. If we keep going, we're going to be sleeping on the ground and I'm looking for a nice, warm bed.”
Reluctantly, Merrie sat back up.
“No, lean against me. That part's nice.”
With a grin, she turned back around and leaned on his arm.
He slipped his arm around her waist and rested his palm against her heated sex. His long finger measured against her sex, but it was only a light, teasing touch.
With a happy moan, Merrie leaned back. Happiness bubbled inside her, mixing in with the afterglow.