Sweat covered Merrie's entire body. It gathered in rivulets and rolled down her sides and thighs. She could feel it irritating the skin around her abused asshole, where the butt plug still stirred her insides with every movement. The blond hairs waved back and forth, throwing off her balance and teasing her with feather-light touches against the back of her thighs and calves.
More sweat slicked her labia, giving her the feeling of being excited. It itched in a place she couldn't reach, not with her aching fingers clamped to her palms. It reminded her that she had to pee badly.
A warm breeze blew past her, drying the sweat on her face and increasing the maddening itch across her cheek. She tried to wipe it on her shoulder, but stopped when she touched her soaked skin.
The leash clipped to her collar tugged and she jerked forward. Glaring forward, she saw Bass walking with a relatively slow, steady pace. Three leads ran out from his hands, one to each of the new bitches and herself. Sable trotted next to Licker, her ass high in the air and a smile on her lips.
When Bass first attached his leash, he said it would be a short walk. And, if she was walking, the distance wasn't further than Merrie walked to work in the morning, but on her hands and knees, it took almost a full hour and Merrie was rapidly running out of energy to move. Even with the padding on her elbows and knees, her body ached with the unfamiliar movements and she just wanted to curl up regardless of the punishments. Only an occasional white stick randomly stuck in the ground attracted her attention, but she couldn’t figure out why there were markers in the grass and among the trees.
“Good girl, Happy Cunt.”
Bass' voice set off the collar and she felt the intoxicating wash of pleasure course over her. It pooled into her slick pussy, radiating out. The sensations fought with her exhaustion and she stumbled. He stopped, a frown ghosting over his face. Turning around, he walked over to Merrie and squatted down in front of her.
Thankful that he wasn't pulling her forward, Merrie slumped down as he towered over her.
“Getting tired, girl?”
Merrie looked up with a pleading look, then remembered the proper action. She let out a gasping bark.
He reached out and stroked the slicked skin along her neck. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck sticking to his fingers as he held her firmly for a moment. She could smell him with his closeness, a strong musky scent that seemed just right with the hard muscles of his chest. Bass was stripped down to a pair of denim shorts that strained around his muscular backside and the bulge of his cock.
She looked away, not wanting to encourage him; the last thing Merrie wanted was to be fucked in the heat and exhaustion. Her body shivered at his touch.
“There is a pond nearby. Would the bitches like a quick dip to cool off?”
Sable barked instantly and cheerfully, jumping into a begging position. Merrie watched her from the corner of her eye, then struggled to do the same. Leaning back on slicked shins, she trembled as she pulled her hands to her collar and let out another gasping bark.
“Good girl.”
She let out a shuddering breath as the collar sent another wave of pleasure through her. The magically induced pleasure was addictive and she wanted to desperately resist it but the heat in her sex made it hard to fight. She cleared her throat and barked again, this time clearly.
“Very good-” Merrie inhaled with anticipation, “-girl.”
The intense wave crashed into her and she sobbed as she felt a tiny orgasm ripple through her body. A few sparks of pleasure rose up into her chest, gathering around her perked nipples. As the sensations flickered across her nerves, she moaned with the desperate wish for someone to suck on them.
Sama and Licker barked after a few seconds and Bass complimented them. Merrie watched as they both shivered at the effect of the collar. If it was the same thing that hit her every time Bass said “good girl”, she could see why Licker finally started to obey commands. He used the phrase frequently as he gave commands, sometimes using it twice or thrice when Merrie obeyed a command with enthusiasm.
Ignoring the sweat that soaked her skin, Bass ran his hands along Merrie's shoulder to her collar then down to cup her breast. His thick fingers caught her nipple. He twisted it in his palm and whispered directly to Merrie. “Good girl.”
A moan escaped her lips and she blushed hotly at her enjoyment of his domination. But, then teasing ended quickly as he stood up and addressed all four dog girls.
“Less than a quarter kilometer. Come on, if we make it there by the end of the hour, I'll give you a treat.”
Sable barked happily and rushed forward. Bass followed as he rested the leads on his palm. Merrie followed before the leash grew taut but it wasn't long before she could feel the pressure on her collar, insisting on pulling more speed out of her exhausted body.
It took almost twenty minutes before they reached the pool. Merrie saw another man standing there and cringed but Bass pulled her forward. As they came out from the surrounding underbrush, she saw that the man had three other girls on their hands and knees. All of them were a dozen meters off the trail, in an area of cut grass. On the opposite side of the trail was a pond that sparkled in the sunlight. Merrie longed for the pond, but the new dog girls caught her attention.
All three of the dog girls were covered in muck and mud. It dripped from their bodies, but there was nothing that could hide the swells of their breasts or the valley between their legs. The musk plastered their loose hair against their shoulders and faces. They turned to look at her, their eyes filled with misery. When Merrie realized none of them had boots, gloves, or tails, she felt sympathetic to their misery. Her walk in the dog outfit was hard, without it would have been brutal.
Bass called out to the man. “Well met, Borias!”
Borias was a slender man with long hair pulled into a pony tail and a goatee. He had definition, but not the raw musculature of Bass. He wore a pair of breeches and a button-down shirt that was unbuttoned clear down to his belly button. Borias looked up from the girl he was standing next to and waved. When he responded, it was with a northern accent, “'ello, boss! Hold on a sec, 'k?”
The new trainer lowered his gaze to the girl at his feet. She balanced on the balls of her feet as she squatted down. Her face was buried in her hands as her shoulders shook. In the patches of exposed skin, Merrie could see she was as red as a tomato. On the ground, between her legs, was a pile of shit and Merrie was doubly-thankful that the uncomfortable butt plug meant she would never have to do that in front of anyone.
“Done now, Horny Holes?”
Sobbing, the girl at his feet nodded sharply.
Borias leaned over with a brown cloth. As Merrie watched, he wiped her tenderly clean. He spoke softly, “good girl,” but the shamed girl didn't shiver like Merrie did. When he was done, he tossed the cloth to the side and pointed at it with his finger. “Bang.”
When the cloth ignited into flames, Merrie jerked with surprise. It burned brightly and blew away into a cloud of ash before it hit the ground. He aimed his finger at the steaming pile. “Bang” and the feces blew away in a flash of flame.
Bass strode forward, tugging his girls ahead. “Rendi hasn't gotten to you?”
Borias shook his head. “Mother be drained from tagging everyone else. She's plumb out of name tags, cleansing runes, and tails. Being I don't mind a little crap,” he chuckled, “I offered to be last so Piffin would get his girls fitted and tagged.”
“Never thought Abbinkey would be an advantage, did you?” Merrie heard of Abbinkey, it was the famed prison to the north of Franome City. Only the country's worst criminals went there and very few every came back.
As Bass and Borias spoke, Merrie watched the three new dog girls. All three of them were sobbing and holding their heads to shield their faces from Merrie. Merrie wanted to reach out for them, to comfort them. Her heart lurched with her desire to do something for the three sobbing dog girls.
“If you could say that, but I'll never regret my time there. Cleaning out the jacks for five thousand prisoners pretty much ruined my sense of taste and smell. Besides, a bit of humiliation does bitches good. Reminds them they aren't human anymore.”
Bass grunted.
“Here for the water? Your girls look hot.”
“Aye, just a quick cooling down.”
Ignoring the men speaking above them, Sable trotted forward and over to the furthest girl from Borias. She was a brunette with long hair that wrapped around her arms. Sable stopped in front of her until the girl looked up, then Sable pressed her cheek against the girl's cheek. The girl sobbed louder and Sable shifted her body so she could press her throat against the girl's neck.
“Mind if I join you, Bass? Me girls just went through the swamp. Figured the soft ground on their hands and knees would feel better. At least until mother can outfit them.”
“Good thinking, Bori.”
Merrie couldn't tear her gaze away from Sable and the girl. As she watched, the girl's crying grew softer. She reached up to hug Sable, but Sable shook her head. The girl dropped her hands and leaned into Sable instead. Merrie felt a longing and she wondered if she could do the same for the other two miserable dog girls.
“These are Ass Licker, Silly Tits,” Merrie looked up as Bass introduced them, “and Happy Cunt.”
“I remember Cunt. The girl you picked out for your first lesson?”
“She misbehaved the first.”
“Right…” drawled Borias. “a sweet piece of ass and she just happens to be the first.” He chuckled. “Well, here be Horny Holes. Sable is comforting Cock Diver, and the last is Throat Fucked.”
“Good choices, the last Throat won the blue last year.”
“She be me lucky charm.” Borias grinned and ran a finger along his beard. “We're done here, ready to go?”
“One moment. Girls, if you have to pee, do it here.”
Opening her eyes wide, Merrie looked in surprise. She didn't know what to do. She had to pee, but she didn't want to risk punishment.
Next to her, Licker started to push up but she lost her balance and dropped back to the ground. She let out a gasping noise, then slumped low to the ground and looked up at Bass fearfully.
“Go on. Scared?”
Merrie risked a bark.
Bass smiled and patted Merrie on the head. “Good girl. Sable, could you show them?”
Sable pulled away from Cock Diver and trotted over to the cut grass. Spreading her legs, she lifted her tail so it arched over her back, and released her bladder in full view of everyone.
Merrie felt a flush of embarrassment as she watched Sable going the bathroom in front of her. She glanced up, but neither Bass or Borias were watching Sable or anyone. Instead, they talked quietly about something.
Sable finished and carefully stepped away before coming around. She circled to Licker. When Licker didn't move, she nudged the teenage girl with her head. Licker shook her head fearfully. Sable's brown eyes slid over to Merrie.
Merrie knew what Sable was asking, to demonstrate. Her muscles clenched as she glanced up at Bass and Borias again. Gingerly, she crawled through the grass, careful to avoid the glistening patches. She felt her heart thumping in her chest as she spread her legs.
A hand grabbed her tail and pulled up. Merrie gasped and stared over her shoulder at Bass who pulled the tail out of the way. She trembled, staring up into his yellowed eyes and shivering.
“Go on.”
Cheeks burning brightly, Merrie concentrated on relieving herself. It was hard, harder than she expected, but when she finally started, she let out a sigh of relief. She remembered a story when she was free, “no greater pleasure than emptying a rock-hard bladder.”
She finished as quickly as she could, then carefully crawled away. The lead on her collar was slack. She peeked over to Bass who was helping Sama by pulling up her tail. Merrie looked around, then found her attention drawn to Throat Fucked. The black-haired beauty was curled up on the ground, her arms and legs tucked under her body. Her back shook with tears and Merrie felt sorrow filling her.
Moving quietly to avoid attracting the trainer's attention, she crawled through the grass. Up close, she could smell the mud and rotted vegetation. She tried to find a clean spot to touch, but when she didn't, she decided to just imitate Sable. She nudged Throat with her forehead; the gesture left a smear of mud across her face, but she couldn't wipe it away.
The black-haired girl didn't move, except to tighten up.
Merrie glanced around to make sure Bass wasn't watching. She lifted one hand and set it on Throat's back. It seemed like a maneuver that a dog could do. She rested her weight on the first and lifted her second booted paw. With a rush that she might get punished, she slid forward and lowered herself until her breasts ground through the mud on Throat's back and she was half-hugging the girl.
So close to Throat, she could feel the tears wracking Throat's form. Every sob tore through Merrie's heart, but she just held Throat tightly. She didn't have anything else she could do.
Merrie jumped when she felt Throat snake out an arm and wrap it around her thigh. It was a small gesture, human in its desperation. Merrie knew she should stop it, like Sable did before, but she didn't have the heart. Instead, she lifted her leg to give Throat more access to cling to her and held her tightly.
“Bass? Look at that.”
Merrie tensed up. Her back was to the trainers, but she knew that punishment would come.
“By the divine… is that what I think it is?”
Confused, Merrie didn't move. She lifted her head slightly, as not to let her collar touch Throat in case Bass triggered it.
“How did you find another alpha, Boss?”
“She isn't an alpha.”
Borias laughed. “Funny, I remember Sable doing that.”
“I don't know what you are…” Bass cleared his throat and tugged on Merrie's lead. “Cunt, come on.”
Sliding off Throat, Merrie turned around. At the dark look on Bass' face, she cringed.
Bass didn't say the trigger words. Instead, he pulled on the leash and dragged her over to his feet. She scrambled to her feet, but kept her body low to the ground.
“Come on, let's get to the pond and cool you down.”
It was less than half a hundred meters to the pond. When Bass didn't say “bad girl”, Merrie relaxed slightly but waited for the triggering phrase with every step. She glanced over to Sable.
Sable caught her gaze and gave an approving nod. She wiggled her ass and trotted past Merrie, accelerating as she raced to the edge of the pond. With a bark, she launched herself off the shore and dove into the water.
Relieved, Merrie relaxed. She crawled across the pebbles and rocks that made the shore, thankful of her padding. With a start, she realized that Borias' girls wouldn't have the same protection. She stopped to look around.
“Cunt? Oh, Bori, bring them over there by the sand.”
“Yeh, boss.”
Bass pulled Licker, Sama, and Merrie across the shore. He stopped right at the water's edge. Reaching down, he unclipped Licker's, then Sama's lead. “Go on, get in the water and clean off.”
Neither girl looked at Merrie as they crawled into the water. After the initial shock, Licker let out a sigh and rushed into the water and dove underneath it. A moment later, she surfaced a meter away, swimming out toward the center of the pond.
Sable splashed along the shore, circling around as she tracked Licker's movement. There was a predatory look on her face as she bounded through the grasses. Even with her amputated arms and legs, she circled the pond before Licker could reach the middle. With a wag of her tail, she crouched in a patch of tall grasses as if she was waiting for Licker to get out.
“Happy Cunt.” Bass' whisper was right next to Merrie's ear. She jumped and glanced up to Bass who loomed over her. He pulled on the leash, dragging Merrie until they were centimeters apart. “I'm not going to say this again, but you are not an alpha. Do you understand?”
Merrie whimpered and her tail twitched as her sphincter tightened. She didn't know what Bass or Borias meant by “alpha,” but it obviously meant something significant. She wondered if she wasn't suppose to comfort the other girls, but Bass didn't stop her when she did it the night before.
Bass' hands wrapped around her collar, his knuckles digging into her throat. “You are not… an alpha, Happy Cunt. Understand?”
Terrified, Merrie let out a strangled bark.
Bass let her go with a relieved sigh. “Good girl. Very good girl.”
The dual shocks of pleasure coursed through her. She trembled at the impact, then again as he unclipped the lead on her collar. “Go, have fun and get clean.”
Merrie backed away from Bass, her body trembling. Seeing his angry yellow eyes frightened her and she was distinctly reminded that she was an almost naked human woman crawling on the ground. She turned away from him and hurried into the water.
It was cold, icy cold despite the summer heat, but it felt like ambrosia against her skin. Merrie let out a sigh and lowered herself into the water. On the far side, she watched as Licker crawled out the far side, dripping wet.
Licker made it only a few steps before Sable burst out of the grasses. The teenage girl let out a yelp and the crack of the collar shot out over the water. As she collapsed to the ground, Sable caught her.
It took Sable no effort to push Licker on her back. Spinning around, Sable planted her pussy right on Licker's face. She opened her mouth in a slopping grin and wiggled back and forth as Licker flailed underneath her.
Merrie grinned and wondered how Sable knew where Licker would come out. She remembered when Sable sat on her face, the taste of the dog girl's pussy on her lips, and the memory brought a flush of excitement to her cheeks. She ducked under the water and came to the surface. She shook the water off her face and turned to head closer to shore.
Throat knelt between Merrie and the shore. With the mud off her face, Merrie felt a surge of jealousy at the beauty in the water with her. Her breasts were large without sagging. Each one was tipped with a large aureole which caressed the water's surface.
Merrie crawled to the side, but Throat moved to block her. Merrie froze, holding one dripping glove out of the water and gave Throat a curious gaze.
Throat peeked over her shoulder at Bass and Borias, but both trainers were watching Sable mounting Licker's face. Throat returned her gaze back to Merrie, then gestured with her eyes to a point on the shore a few meters down from the trainers. There was a sandy beach and footprints where Borias led his girls into the water.
Guessing that Throat wanted her to go there, Merrie nodded. She crawled out of the water and up on the beach. She started to turn to look at Throat, but two hands on her ass stopped her. Merrie's breath locked in her throat as she felt Throat parting her ass cheeks, then the warm touch of the girl's breath against her exposed asshole and pussy.
Merrie never thought rimming was a sexual thing. Before her capture, the ass was just a place to shit out of, but at the first touch of Throat's tongue right below the butt plug in her ass, a shiver coursed through Merrie. Her arms felt weak and she lowered herself and spread her legs, presenting herself to Throat.
Throat lapped around the plug in Merrie's ass, digging her tongue at the junction before slurping around. Her finger's dug into the meat of Merrie's buttocks, holding them tightly as she lapped. Merrie felt her lower her head, then the touch of a tongue against her clitoris.
Breathing heavy, Merrie planted her face into the sandy beach with just enough room to breath. She didn't know why Throat was licking her, but it felt as pleasurable as the collar's magic.
Throat sucked on Merrie's clitoris, sending more waves through her. Then, she worked her way up along Merrie's labia, teasing them with her lips.
Boots crunched on the sand. Merrie closed her eyes tightly and clutched her hands to her palms, wishing to get as much pleasure before they interrupted her.
“Throat, you be stopping right there,” Borias said firmly.
Throat stopped and pulled back. Merrie felt a tear burning her eye, she didn't want Throat to get punished. But, instead of saying “bad girl”, Borias grabbed Merrie's tail and pulled.
Merrie pulled up her head as her mouth opened. Her rectum resisted the plug and she felt her insides shifting as she tried to prevent her anal ring from being pulled open. Despite her efforts, the slicked surface of the butt plug slid out of her opening, and drew a shuddering gasp from Merrie.
Borias dropped it on the sand next to them. “Now, Throat, keep your hands on the ground, and go back to thanking her.”
Merrie looked up at Borias in confusion, then gasped as she felt Throat delving her face between her butt cheeks. Throat's tongue lapped at Merrie's asshole, circling around the gaping opening and pushing inside. Merrie gasped, the shock sending a tiny orgasm crashing into her.
Borias chuckled. “And that is how bitches be thanking each other. You comfort her, she be licking you out. Good girl, Throat.”
Merrie jerked forward as Throat jammed her tongue deeper into Merrie's ass, swirling it around as her hot breath teased Merrie's sex.
“Gods above, that's hot.” Borias called out over his shoulder. “Say, boss? Your bitch need a ring gag?”
Bass grunted. “You think she's an alpha, what do you think?”
Borias rolled his eyes and made an obscure gesture toward Bass. He looked down at Merrie. “If my girl keeps licking you, you return the favor to me? Be making me feel good? I be making you good?” To answer her confusion, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.
He was already hard, but much smaller than Bass. He looked about fifteen centimeters, thin and long. His cock ended with a pointed tip that glistened with precum. Below, two hairy balls clenched tight against his body.
“Come on, Happy Cunt,” Borias knelt down in front of Merrie. He grabbed her bunched hair, her “ears”, and guided her to his shaft. “I know Bass fucked that pretty throat of yours. You can handle my little thing, can't you? Throat, help her?”
Throat dove into Merrie's ass, licking hard, and Merrie was pushed forward.
Merrie knew what he wanted and opened her mouth. His hot cock slid past her lips and along her tongue. The salty taste of his precum left a smear against her taste buds before the head bumped against her palate.
“Oh, I be never tiring of this.”
He gripped her hair tighter and thrust with his hips. Merrie opened her mouth enough that her lips wrapped around his shaft.
Behind her, Throat ground her face into Merrie's ass and sex, lapping hard and deep, moving quickly. Merrie spread her legs more to give the girl more access to her holes.
Merrie didn't need to do anything, couldn't do anything. Borias fucked her face with strokes that bounced his balls against her chin and crushed her nose against his belly, but withdrew just as quickly. Every ram of his cock pushed her back into Throat's tongue who managed to find more ways of pushing Merrie towards an orgasm. Merrie wanted to reach out to touch something, needing balance as her head spun from the new sensations at both ends of her body.
She rocked back and forth, on cock and tongue. Borias' shaft tickled the back of her throat, but went no further. It pulsed with every thrust and Merrie could focus her sole attention on pleasuring the trainer. She used her tongue to lap and taste him, squeezing her lips around his cock until her jaw ached with the pressure to keep her teeth away. Every time she increased the pressure, or found some spot to lick, Borias hissed with pleasure, gripped her hair tighter, and thrust faster.
It could have been seconds or minutes, but soon Borias grunted with every thrust. “Come on, Throat, make her cum before I do and you don't get toilet duty tonight… or tomorrow morning.”
Whatever Borias promised, it sent Throat into a frenzy. She dropped her mouth to lap against Merrie's clitoris. It was hard, fast, and very wet. Merrie felt an orgasm rushing up and Borias matched it with frantic thrust into her face. She relaxed her jaw and accepted him as he pounded her face, driving her back with every grunt.
Merrie's orgasm became a white-hot flame with the realization she could do nothing. She was a fuck hole for the trainer and the dog girl behind her. Her mouth opened with the intensity that crashed into her, far more powerful than the collar could ever force into her. She let out a gurgling scream, interrupted with the rapid beat of Borias as he stabbed the back of her throat with his shaft.
Borias yanked his cock out from her mouth. Grabbing it with both hands, he aimed the swollen head toward Merrie. She had her mouth open, unsure of what he wanted, when the first blast of cum splattered against her face. It was a heated brand from her chin to her cheek. Another splatter score across her face. He grunted and pumped his cock, sending burst upon wave of cum to splash against her face. He kept coming, more than any of Merrie's boyfriends ever did and almost as much as Bass' flood.
When the last surge dribbled out and began sliding down the bottom side of his cock, he let out a gasp. “Now, you be beautiful. Good girl, Throat. Good girl, Cunt.”
The collar triggered, surprising Merrie since she didn't know he could do that. It pushed her into another orgasm that left her reeling for balance.
Sitting back on the sand, Borias called out to Bass. “Nope, yer girl don't need no ring.”
Bass grunted. “You're lucky she didn't bite your dick off.”
“Live a bit in danger, boss. Holes, come clean up Cunt. Diver, clean me up.”
The two other girls crawled out of the pond. Merrie pulled back, but Horny Holes followed her. Merrie stopped when she bumped against Throat's body.
With a sad look on her face, Holes closed her eyes, made a face of revulsion, and began to lick the cum from Merrie's face. Past the girl, Merrie could see Cock Diver was doing the same for Borias, sucking the last of the cum from his shaft while tears rolled down her cheeks.