Merrie balanced on her shins, her feet stretched out painfully behind her and her legs pressed tightly together. She kept her hands by her neck, hands bent over. Her back ached to kept her position, breasts thrust slightly forward and her stomach held tight. Her throat ached from Bass' brutal fucking, but she didn't dare cough at the ache.
Her eyes slid over to Licker, who knelt to her right. The dark-haired teenager sobbed quietly as she struggled to keep her position. Between her legs, a puddle of cum continued to dribble out of her ruined ass, occasionally joined with a muffled slurping noise that filled the silence of the room.
Sable, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease as she begged with the others. Merrie watched from the corner of her eye as the curvy dog girl wiggled her ass and bounced it on the ground. Her amputated knees were braced to hold her upright, and her tail snapped back and forth as she panted softly.
Merrie couldn't see Sama from where she knelt. She didn't dare look over to the girl, and instead watched as Bass sat in front of them, his gray skin glistening in the light streaming through the curtains. He sat naked on a large, padded chair, one foot resting on the ground, the knee of his other leg hooked over a chair arm. His massive cock stood at half mast, the swollen head bobbing with the slow, steady beat of his body.
“Look at you,” he said in his rough voice. “Four little bitches I have to train.”
Sable made a whimpering noise.
He chuckled. “Okay, three I have to train and one who just likes to get fucked like a bitch.”
She barked happily again and wiggled her ass.
Bass looked over the others, the vague smile on his lips and his teeth peeking out with his smile. “Normally, I only train one at a time. One girl, one trainer. But this deal I… we made. Well, we never had to train so many at a time. I can only hope that you'll all be worth it.”
He leaned forward, resting one hand on his thigh. “So, I'm going to make a deal with you. If you obey, if you listen, then I will make sure it feels good. Not like what I just did to Cunt,” he pointed to Merrie, “and Licker.” His hand gestured to the teenage girl who whimpered. “Tits,” his finger pointed to Sama, “is doing very good about this, which is why I haven't ripped open her holes.”
Bass reached out and poured himself a glass of water. Two ice cubes slipped into the glass from the decanter. He took a drink before he continued.
“You got the raw end of the deal here. Kidnapped, raped. All that and then I'm going to train you one way or the other before I sell you to the highest bidder. On a good day, you'll make me twenty or thirty thousand marks. Bitches like Sable…”
To Merrie's surprise, Sable bowed her head and whimpered.
“-got off the auction block at a hundred and ten thousand marks.”
He held out his hand and Sable crawled forward. Bass smiled and patted Sable on the head. The dog girl bent her head and rubbed against his thigh. “It was a good deal.”
Merrie wondered if Sable was sold, how she was at the mill with Bass.
Bass stroked his fingers along Sable's chin. “Go on, Sable, back in line.”
Sable crawled over on her knees and elbows, her short limbs tapping on the ground. She slipped back into place, turned around, and propped herself up in the begging position. Even with her amputated limbs, the impression of her begging was complete as she pressed her severed elbows to her chin.
Bass pushed himself up off his chair and stood in front of them. His cock bobbed with his movement, but he didn't approach. He finished his glass, then set it down on a table. "Okay, let's take it easy. Do you remember the ‘present' position?"
Merrie jerked, not sure if she should assume the position. Next to her, Sable barked once.
He smiled. “Okay, present yourself.”
Merrie lowered herself to the ground, but she held herself in check as Sable spun around and dropped her chest to the ground. Her ass shot up in the air and her tail curled forward. Before Merrie could finish lowering to the ground, Sable was in position but looking away from Bass.
Merrie continued to move down, feeling like she was missing something. Her ass rose in the air, her body trembling as she obeyed Bass' commands.
She held the position, her body tense.
Bass grunted. “Licker, spread your legs more. More, I know it hurts. Good girl. Tits, lower yourself more. Touch your nipples to the ground. More… more… good girl. Cunt,” Merrie tensed at her new name, “ass higher.” Merrie obeyed, feeling the air brushing against her privates. “Spread your legs more.”
He grunted happily as Merrie spread her legs more, exposing herself.
“Now, almost perfect, but all of you made the same mistake. When you get the present command, remember that you are just a cunt for your master. You are just holes for me, places to shove my cock. So, when I tell you to present, I don't want to see your pretty little heads bowing, I want to see your holes ready to fuck.”
Staring at the ground, Merrie frowned. She wasn't sure what Bass meant. She peeked through her hair at Sable. The dog girl looked back at her, a smile on her lips. She wiggled her ass toward Bass and looked at it pointedly with her eyes.
Merrie bit her lip and decided to risk Bass' punishment. Lifting one leg, she turned herself around. Her body grew tight with anticipation of Bass hitting her. His bare feet slapped the ground as he walked closer. He knelt down behind her and she felt his large hand resting on her ass.
At the first touch of his finger against her sex, she let out a gasp. His thick finger slid up and down a few times before he pushed it into her pussy. It slid in to the first joint and she clenched her body around it. He pushed in deeper to the second knuckle. He began to pump his finger in and out.
“You're wet, Cunt.” Her pussy relaxed with his continued plunges of his finger, driving in and out. She could feel his trimmed fingernail reach inside, exploring her clenching inner walls. “What turned you on, Cunt? Sucking out Licker's ass?”
She felt her pussy tingling. “Yes, that did turn you on, didn't it? But how about watching me pounding my cock in that ass? Driving it deep? Oh, my, that also? You are a slut.”
Merrie closed her eyes tightly as she tried to stop her body growing wet at the memories. The recent memory of Bass fucking Licker still left her hot, and the thick finger didn't help reduce the growing pleasure.
“You're getting so wet. But, I wonder what you thought about me fucking that pretty little mouth of your's. Ripping your throat open? Pounding your face until you choked—” as he spoke, he added a second finger. Her body clenched around the two digits, but that only increased the squelching noises that drifted from her exposed sex.
Her lips parted as Bass drove his fingers in and out, fingering her with deep, thick strokes that started a fire in her pussy. She felt shame burning inside her, shame of being turned on by his fingers, shame at obeying so readily.
Bass added a third finger. Her body was stretched open as he forced it deeper. It wasn't as thick as his cock, but it still scraped against her senses with delicious agony. He leaned forward as he spoke with a chuckled.
“And if you are curious, this is what you get for obeying the commands correctly.” He drove his three fingers into her pussy and pulled out with a wet slurping noise. “I'll give you pleasure if you obey, and pain if you don't.”
He withdrew his fingers. “Cunt, beg.”
Merrie, cheeks burning, pushed herself up to her knees. She turned around, assuming that he wanted to see her face. She brought her wrists to her throat and let her tongue slip out of her mouth.
Bass nodded with approval. He held up his fingers and she could see her juices glistening along three digits and droplets rolling down the joints. He looked directly into her face. “Now, Cunt, lick.”
Her stomach twisted as she looked at the glistening fingers held in front of her. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. A tear ran down her cheek as Bass thrust his fingers into her mouth. She almost choked on the taste of her own body, the tangy sweet flavor of her body. Every teenage girl knew what she tasted like, but it was a long time since she tasted herself on her fingers. And never with someone else thrusting them into her mouth. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of her mouth. “Go on, lick.”
Gulping, Merrie closed her eyes and lapped at his fingers. The taste of her excitement was strong on his fingers. She could taste it sliding down her throat. It wasn't much different from when Sable mounted her face.
“Open your eyes.”
Merrie opened her eyes and lifted her gaze up to Bass' yellowed eyes.
He pulled his fingers out from her lips. “Good girl. I love looking into your eyes. You have such pretty brown eyes.”
Thinking it was the right thing, she lapped at his palm.
Bass' smiled grew broader. “Good girl. Now,” he paused, “present yourself.”
This time, Merrie didn't hesitate. She spun around and dropped her head to the ground. Her leg spread apart until she felt her slicked lips peel apart. The air tickled her sex as she settled into position. She turned her head over to Licker, staring into the teenage girl's bright eyes.
She saw when Bass touched Licker. The girl jerked and shifted forward. Her eyes grew wide and pleading.
Merrie could do nothing as Bass' hands stroked along Licker's back, to her shoulders, then back down her flanks. Merrie's shifted her gaze to watch as Bass trailed his fingers up and down her slit and ass. To her surprise, Merrie's jealousy rose up in her throat as she saw Bass being gentle as he teased Licker.
“Good girl, Ass Licker. Now, I'm going to be very gentle here,” he eased his finger into her body.
Licker gasped. Her fingers clutched the floor as Bass plunged his fingers in and out. The wet noises were softer and thicker, as if he was using his cum to lubricate the hole instead of when he used Merrie's excitement for lubrication.
“Good girl,” Bass murmured, “Good, pretty little girl. Just relax. That's right, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you.” He spoke in a soothing voice.
Licker tensed her body at first, but as the minutes stretched by, her body lost some of its rigidness. Bass' voice continued to drone on and the teenage girl stretched her hand out. She no longer clutched the ground but spread her fingers across it.
The door to the room creaked open. As Licker struggled with her own body, Merrie turned to see an older woman walk in. Wearing a loose- fitting black dress, she looked like a fairy-tale grandmother with her hair pulled up in a bun and knee-high boots with buckles. She carried a pile of clothes and a bag. Setting them down, she pulled a silver medallion from her shirt and rubbed it. Her boots tapped along the ground as she walked around the four girls on the floor.
“Oh, Bass.” She had a southern voice, worn smooth with age and just a hint of whiskey. She stopped with her hand on Bass' shoulder and Merrie peeked through her hair to watch them.
“Good morning, Mother Rendi.”
Rendi shook her head. “What did you do to that poor girl!?” She gestured down to Licker.
Bass shrugged before he answered. “She disobeyed and tried to be human.”
“Did you have to tear her open? She's bleeding from the inside. You're a big boy, you can't just shove your cock into a tiny little thing like that and not worry about ripping her insides.”
Licker stiffened despite Bass' fingering her.
“I have you, Mother,” Bass said with a soft but amused voice.
“Yeah, yeah. Yank your fingers out of her so I can fix her insides.”
“Work on Happy Cunt first?” Merrie felt herself tensing and looked away as Bass pointed to her with his free hand. “I want to finish my lesson.”
The old woman smacked Bass on the head. “Don't you dare shove that dick of yours into her until I can heal that bitch up. Understand?”
He smiled and shook his head ruefully. “Yes, Mother.”
“All right,” she shook her head but stepped over to Merrie. “Come on, Cunt, let's get you fitted.”
Merrie felt the old woman's hand on her collar. There was a brief pressure as she was tugged toward the pile of clothes. After she recovered, Merrie crawled along the ground until Rendi released her.
The old woman pulled up a chair with a sigh and sank into it. “Okay, Cunt, beg!”
The sharpness of Rendi's voice startled Merrie. It took her a moment to realize it was a command and she pulled herself up on her knees. Her hands caressed her chin as she looked up at the old woman.
Rendi snorted. “Bass loves that position, no doubt. Let's see what he did to you.” She grabbed Merrie by the head and pressed against her throat.
Merrie winced at the pressure against her aching esophagus, but managed to hold still.
Rendi's hands groped down, cupping Merrie's breasts before sliding down to grab her thighs and force them further apart. “Let's see what you got here.”
Merrie cringed as the woman jammed her fingers up between her legs, feeling around with brutal efficiency.
Rendi reached back and spread Merrie's ass to explore that opening. "Well, you seemed to have taken Bass' dick in the cunt without a problem. You are nice and deep there." She grinned at Merrie, “bet it felt like he was in your throat then, didn't it?”
The old woman continued. “Now, a little bit of roughness in the throat. He managed to damage you in there but nothing Old Rendi can't handle.” She muttered, then pulled off her medallion. Closing her eyes, she held on to Merrie as she whispered across the silver amulet.
Merrie never experienced a healing spell before, but there was no question what the warmth that spread out across her throat was for. It sank into the ache of Bass' throat-fuck and soothed it away. The rush only lasted a second, but when Rendi released the amulet, the pain was gone.
“That's the problem with Bass. He's got a cock larger than your arm and the strength to make it go wherever he wants. Just be thankful he didn't tear your asshole open. Did that to one girl…” the woman shuddered, “I just remember how much blood there was.”
At the mental image, Merrie shivered and felt her sphincter tighten.
“Well, don't worry about that. Old Rendi has you. He'll rip you open and I'll heal it. He'll do it again and I'll keep on healing you. After a few times, you won't feel a pain even if Tabitha shoves her fist in there.”
Rendi smiled and dug into the bag. “Okay, I have presents for you. First up, your tags.” She brought out a pair of metal tags. The old woman flipped them over and showed them to Merrie. In a neat, precise script, one tag said “Happy Cunt” and on the other, “Paladin Puppy Mill”.
“These are special tags, just for you.” Rendi reached up and Merrie tightened her body as the woman worked her fingers around the collar. There was a faint clicking noise as it settled into place.
Pulling back her hands, Rendi gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, but I have to test it out first.”
Confused, Merrie frowned. She didn't understand what the old lady was telling her.
Rendi frowned and waggled a finger at her, “Happy Cunt, you are a bad girl.”
As soon as the last “l” escaped her lips, an electric surge slammed into Merrie. She felt every muscle in her body tense as she let out a shocked scream of pain. The collar sparkled and ignited again, twisting her body until she collapsed into a fetal position.
Reaching down, Rendi patted her. “Now, now. We just had to make sure it worked. Now, when someone says that, you'll feel it.”
Merrie looked up at her, tears burning in her eyes and feeling fear. The old woman didn't seem concerned or even bothered.
“Now, Happy Cunt, beg.”
It took all of Merrie's energy to push past the pain and force herself on her knees. She trembled as she straightened her back, thrust out her breasts, and pulled her hands to her chin. She could feel a tear still rolling down her cheek as she looked up at the woman.
Rendi patted her on the head. “Good girl.”
Like before, as soon as the last part of the world came out, something hit Merrie. But, it wasn't pain that coursed through her body, but something that connected her nipples to her clitoris to every inch of her skin. A flash of heat that sent a tingle rippling through her body until it gathered inside her pussy with soft pulsation of powers.
“Happy Cunt, you are a good girl.” It came again, a flash of heat and pleasure. It added to the intensity and Merrie let out a moan. Her body trembled with the intensity of it and she spread her legs with the desperate hope that someone would extinguish the fire that burned inside her sex.
“Oh,” Rendi smirked, "you liked that. You'll be liking that a lot more. Every time someone says your name and ‘good girl' in the same sentence, you'll feel that little tingle. This," she caressed the tag, “is probably my greatest artifact. Along with these,” she dangled her wrist where a set of golden charms clinked delicately to each other.
“These charms are the rewards for being a very good girl, right Happy Cunt?”
Merrie shivered as the pleasure coursed through her. It gathered in her nipples and pussy, pulsating with a wet heat that left her panting for air. The pulse faded but she felt a desperate hunger to feel it again.
She leaned forward and whispered loudly. “I might have other surprises in that pretty little collar of yours, but only if you are really good. Even Bass doesn't know all my secrets.”
Merrie glanced over to Bass. The thriban was on his knees between Sama and Licker, both presenting themselves to him. He had a hand between each of the girls' legs. She could see the muscles in his arms twitching as he stroked both of them at the same time.
Both women had looks of suffering on their faces, a stark contrast to the happy smile gracing Sable's face as she watched. Licker's stared out into the room, not seeing anything, as her body jerked in time with Bass' hands. Sama, on the other hand, had buried her face in her hands as her shoulders shook.
Merrie felt a pang of sorrow for the girls. They both suffered the same as Merrie; all three of them were brutally raped and degraded, but Merrie didn't let it pull her down. Seeing Sable so happy gave Merrie hope, if she acted like the dog girl, she wouldn't as suffer as much as Licker and Sama. She looked away, feeling ashamed at her acceptance.
“You know, Cunt, there are only three types of girls who come through here. There are the fighters, like Licker there, who fight every command. She'll end up doing something stupid and Tabitha will take too much pleasure in cropping her. Silly Tits is the second type, miserable and suffering. She'll put up a resistance, but she won't fight. She won't give in either. In two weeks, she'll just be a mindless slut that obeys every command given to her. She'll break… I'd say in eleven days.”
Surprised at the specific prediction, Merrie looked at Rendi questioningly.
The old woman smiled and held up a long pair of fingerless gloves. “We've been doing this for years, Happy Cunt. A lot of years and a lot of bitches. Trust me.” She reached over and patted Merrie on the head, “you're a good girl, Happy Cunt—”
Merrie shuddered as the pleasure coursed through her system. She shifted and her hands lowered, but she brought them back up before Rendi corrected her.
Draping one glove across her lap, Rendi loosened the laces on the other. Spreading it open, she guided Merrie's left hand into it. Merrie held herself still as Rendi worked the glove over her arm. The snug leather held her tightly as the end came around her elbow. To Merrie's surprise, the elbow was padded.
She reached out for the ends of the gloves, but instead of holes for the fingers, she realized they were sewn over. Looking up, Merrie tried to ask a question with her eyes as she explored the palm of the glove. She could feel shaped groves in the palm, but couldn't figure out the purpose.
Rendi answered as she tugged on the glove. “Curl your fingers up against your palms, like a dog's paw.”
Merrie felt her body growing tense as she curled her fingers in. The grooves in the gloves fit her fingers and Rendi pulled the glove tight. Merrie tried to open her hand, but she couldn't; the snug glove kept her fingers tight against her palm. She started to panic, her breath coming faster as she wiggled against the glove that Rendi laced around her.
“Don't do that, Happy Cunt.”
Whimpering, Merrie looked up. She opened her mouth and closed it. She felt the panic growing inside her, but she couldn't free her hand. She reached out with her other hand.
“Freeze, Happy Cunt!” Rendi's sharp voice cut through her senses. Merrie's arm, leg, and stomach muscles locked in place, freezing her in mid-reach. Her mind spun furiously as she panted with the fear that filled her.
Rendi shook her head sadly and finished lacing up the glove. She took the end and clipped on a small iron padlock. Without letting Merrie move again, she worked the second glove down Merrie's right arm. When Merrie felt the stubbed gloves against her hand, Rendi finally spoke.
“Happy Cunt, free.”
Her body moved with a lurch, but she could do nothing but paw the air.
“Curl your fingers.”
Merrie whimpered. Rendi held the glove tightly as she started to speak. “You're a bad girl—”
Merrie's eyes grew wide and she curled her hands and shoved her hand into the end of the glove. It settled into place, tight and snug.
“Good girl, Happy Cunt.”
Merrie felt the pleasure slam into her, pooling in her pussy and leaving a tingling in its place. As Rendi finished lacing up the second glove, Merrie watched, feeling scared and excited at the same time. She tried to expand her hands, but couldn't.
“Good girl.” Another blast of pleasure slammed into her. “And, did Bass teach you roll over?”
Hesitating, Merrie planted her hand on the ground. It felt strange, not being able to extend her fingers and she felt claustrophobic despite being almost entirely naked. She leaned into it and rolled over on her back. She pulled her hands to her chest, gloved wrists to her chin in a begging position.
Rendi smiled. “Very good girl—”
Somehow, the magical collar knew when Rendi used “very” and the induced pleasure filled her with intense waves. Every muscle in her body tensed as the ecstasy pooled in her pussy and nipples. Her exposed labia tingled with excitement and juices oozed out from her slit.
“Normally, you bring your knees up to your chest, but I need to get your boots on. Give me your right foot.”
Merrie considered resisting, but the weight of the collar reminded her that she didn't have a choice. An electric shock would come if she did. She rested her ankle in Rendi's hand. The old woman pulled the long boot up Merrie's leg, working the incredibly soft leather along her calf and thigh. Mid-way along, the boot was padded like the elbow, and her knee fit into a grove in the padding perfectly. She wondered if the toes were stubbed like the gloves, but as her foot slid into place, she realized the boots had something else. The curve of the sole forced her foot straight out, into a point. As Rendi pulled it tight, Merrie tried to bend her foot into a more natural position, but she couldn't. Instead, she was forced to extend her toes straight out.
By the time Rendi finished lacing it clear up to her mid-thigh, her ankle burned with the unnatural position. Merrie whimpered, her only way of expressing discomfort without risking the collar, but Rendi shook her head.
“Sorry, can't have you walking around like a human. Give me your other foot.”
Merrie continued to hold her gloved hands to her chin, and watched as Rendi pulled the other boot over her foot. The feel of the buttery texture contrasted with the humiliation of being dressed in something designed to hold her in bondage. As her foot slid into the bottom, it fit into the grove. Moments later, Rendi laced up the boot snugly.
Looking at her hands, bound tight and utterly useless, Merrie felt a surge of shame and excitement. It was as if the collar went off, but Rendi said no words. Her body was hot and slick and she desperately wanted to find relief from the heat that boiled in her pussy. She let out a moan as the final lace sealed her fate.
Rendi patted Merrie on the head. “Good girl. Now, beg.”
As the wave of pleasure filled her, Merrie struggled to move into a begging position. With her feet extended, her weight bore down and she winced at the pain.
“Don't worry, Happy Cunt,” Rendi reached out and stroked her fingers through Merrie's hair, “the pain will fade. Just give it a couple days.” She smiled. “You have beautiful hair, Cunt. Let's just make it even prettier.”
With brisk hands, she pulled half of Merrie's blond hair into a bunch, positioned right above her right ear. She clipped a circular tie around the base. Humming to herself, she did the same with Merrie's other side. Merrie didn't need to see herself to know what she looked like. The two bunches looked like flopped dog's ears, just like Sable's black hair.
Rendi gave a satisfied nod. She stroked her fingers along Merrie's chin. “You are very beautiful, Happy Cunt. And a good—”
Merrie shivered with anticipation. The pleasure that came from the collar and her insulting name was addictive.
“-girl. And we have one more thing and you'll be ready to face the day. Now, normally we'll start you off with a small one,” Rendi dug into the bag, “like this.”
Rendi pulled a smooth cylinder from the bag. It was black and about fifteen centimeters long. At one end, there a long tail of blond hair sticking out. Right at the base of the hair, the cylinder flared out a few centimeters.
Merrie stared at it for a long moment. The hair was the same color as hers but the long black length could only have one purpose, to be shoved into her body. She glanced over at Sable and her tail; the black hair sprouted from the base of her tailbone, right above the dusky opening of her anus. Merrie's eyes drifted back and her sphincter tightened at her thoughts. She wiggled her ass and sat back.
“Smart girl, you figured out where it's going. But, with Bass, I think you need something a bit bigger.”
Digging into the bag, she pulled out a much larger plug with the same color of blonde hair as the first. It was twenty centimeter long and half that wide. It ended with a large flare and tapered to a smaller point.
Merrie's lips parted with anticipation. Her body grew tight and excited, the memories of Bass' rape of Licker's ass. The plug was not nearly as large as Bass, but it was far larger than anything Merrie had ever had in her rear.
“Don't worry, it may be very uncomfortable, but you won't notice after a day. And,” she stroked the hair at the end, “you'll be so pretty.”
Merrie whimpered, both terrified and excited at the same time. Her pussy and nipples tingled with desire. When Rendi opened her mouth to speak, Merrie was already obeying the command she knew would come.
“Happy Cunt, present… good girl! You are a very good girl!”
Merrie spread her legs and pressed her chest to the ground. The waves of pleasure helped her spread her legs widely, exposing her opening for Rendi's use. She closed her eyes with anticipation, trembling as she wondered what was wrong with her to accept a dildo in her ass so easily.
Rendi pressed the tapered tip to her opening. It was slick as if it was lubricated, but despite Merrie's acceptance to it being shoved into her, she couldn't help clenching tightly against the opening. It was something she never did, except for a random finger, and her body refused to allow something her mind knew she couldn't resist.
The old woman twisted the plug in quarter circles as she increased the pressure. “Good girl, good girl, good—” she whispered the words that activated the collar and Merrie was hit with wave after wave of pleasure.
Her body trembled from the magically induced ecstasy that coursed through her. She could feel the pressure building, a single point of pain where the plug's tip had managed to force itself inside her tightly clenching hole. She let out a whimper and trembled.
“Push out, Happy Cunt, just like you were shitting. Don't worry, nothing will come out—good girl—there is a cleansing rune on all of these. Just… push… come on, girl. Good girl, good girl—”
Merrie's hands clenched tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms. She tried to open, to bear down on the dildo. It slipped in and she shuddered at the feeling of being held open by something thick and hard. Reflexively, she tried to push it out, but Rendi kept it inside her. Merrie squirmed as she fought the alien feelings of having something lodged in her most private of openings.
Rendi grabbed her by the hip with one hand as she pushed with the other. The dildo twisted around and the slick, smooth surface inched into Merrie.
Mouth open but saying nothing, Merrie ground her chest into the ground. Her useless fingers skittered against the ground as her arms splayed out on the cool surface. She lowered her face to the ground, trying to escape the thickness that violated her ass, but she couldn't escape as it drove deeper.
The thickness kept increasing. She felt her anal ring stretching from the pressure, but there was nothing Merrie could do. She was helpless, vulnerable, exposed. And the very thought of it, coupled with Rendi's continual chanting to activate the collar, made it difficult to do anything besides swim in the ocean of pleasure that gripped her body.
Her whimper turned into a wail as pleasure and pain mixed together. Her asshole burned with the intrusion that she couldn't force out, but she could feel the length burying deep into her rectum. She remembered what it looked like when Licker was being raped by Bass, the massive hard cock sliding into her hole as if it belonged there. She tried to pretend that it was Bass that was impaling her. It sank a few centimeters deeper and stretched her painfully open as an orgasm came rushing up.
“Good girl, good—”
Rendi's words weren't needed anymore. Merrie's imagination filled her senses with the idea of being degraded and dominated, of Bass driving his cock as he spoke in his rough voice. She wanted him, she hated that she did, but Merrie desperately wanted to feel Bass' cock buried in her ass, tearing her open.
The crest of pleasure slammed into her. She screamed out with pleasure and shoved back on the dildo. The pain spiked as it sunk into her ass, but then she was past the thick end with the tail. Her asshole clenched tightly around it and pulled it snugly into her rectum, filling her completely as her world exploded into a shower of lights and ecstasy.