Merrie opened her eyes as the early morning sent a tingle through her veins. Her first thought was the realization that she would be cropped and it sent a surge of pleasure coursing through her body. She trembled at the magic controlling her and stared up at the dark ceiling.
She never noticed it before, but there was writing on the ceiling. It was all written in the same handwriting at the stakes: Tabitha's. It was dense, barely a centimeter high, and spiraled out from the center of the cave and down the walls. In the dark, the letters glowed faintly.
“My family,” whispered Tabitha, “two hundred and twelve generations since we earned for our freedom from the dragons. All of them are dead now, but I can never forget them. I can't forget them.”
Merrie turned to look over at Tabitha. They were still close, just centimeters away. The silfae's breath warmed Merrie's face, reminding her that the woman would cruelly amputate her was just as mortal as herself.
The silfae watched Merrie with her bright green eyes. Merrie felt more naked than normal as the elfin woman reached out and ran a thumb along Merrie's ears. Her fingertips squeezed the curl and a flicker of pain coursed through it. “Are you frightened, Cunt?”
Underneath the pleasure coursing through Merrie's body, she could feel the terror fighting with the magic of the collar. It was a shackle, a bondage that she didn't know how to break on her own. The very idea of being controlled gave her a sense of helplessness, which only added to her pleasure. She squirmed as her body grew hot and wet, but she nodded sheepishly.
“I hate that collar. But, without it, so many of you empty-headed bitches got hurt. I have to accept it, but it makes my job so much harder.”
Tabitha sat up and stretched her neck. She glanced up at the opening of the cave where it was still dark outside. Her breasts ground into Merrie's shoulder. “We better get started. Dixie?”
Dixie crawled on top of Merrie and sat down, his ass resting on her shoulder and Tabitha's breast. He barked cheerful and dug his fingers into Merrie's body.
“Cut the chatter, bitch,” Tabitha snapped and pulled back, “and check on the wimp. Cunt?”
Merrie tried to shake him off as she pushed herself into a sitting position.
Dixie crawled over Merrie's body, keeping his body on top of Merrie. His small penis bumped against her ear as he scrambled to her head. As he perched himself, he gave a sharp bark.
She looked up and glared at him.
He leaned over to smile sweetly back, then ground his balls into the top of her head.
Returning her attention back to Tabitha, she barked once and tried not to think about the tiny silfae bearing down on her head.
Tabitha shrugged. “Go outside. Shit and pee. When you come in, eat breakfast. The sun will be up in about half an hour and I want to start with the first light.”
She barked, then squirmed slightly at the surge of pleasure of being commanded. It mixed with the familiar pleasure that always came as she woke up. She inhaled sharply to cause her breasts to push up. She spread her legs, struggling with Dixie's weight bearing down on her.
Tabitha's eyes flickered down, then back up. “You're wet, aren't you?”
Another bark.
“That soft-headed idiot probably fucks you every morning.”
She grew warmer at the memory of Bass' cock driving deep into her pussy and ass. She always loved the sensation of how he pounded into her, shaking her entire body with every thrust of his massive cock. She smiled and barked again.
“Well, sucks to be you,” said Tabitha sharply as she stood up. “Now, get your fucking ass outside and shit. I hate it when bitches lose control when I crop them.”
Merrie tried to get up, but Dixie squirmed on her head. She shook herself to get him off, but he refused to move. Sighing with frustration, she reached up to pull him off. She managed to catch his squirming form, but then pain exploded as Dixie bit her fingers.
Whimpering, she tried to shake him off. She caught his arm, her fingers easily wrapping around his muscular arm. But Dixie yanked her hand up and bit down hard.
Merrie yelped. She looked at Tabitha who just shrugged.
“Win your own fights, Cunt. You're a fucking alpha, learn how to earn your own dominance.”
Frustrated, Merrie tried again but Dixie bit her. She jerked around, but the agile silfae kept himself easily balanced on her head. She yanked at him, then pulled her hands back with little bite marks along her palm.
On top of her head, Dixie let out a sharp bark and humped the back her head. He was laughing at her and she could feel the smug feeling radiating through their contact.
She remembered how she used her collar to drive Bass into her. She braced herself and took a deep breath. Blindly, she reached up and grabbed Dixie. One hand caught his balls and she held on tight. She also grabbed his shoulder, but his teeth clamped down on her knuckles. She whimpered as he ground down.
Tabitha shook her head. “Pathetic little bitch.”
Merrie frowned as she found herself fighting the collar. It resisted her urge to speak out, reminding her how much it would hurt, but she bore through it. With a shudder, she screamed out. “Stop!”
The world exploded into pain as the collar shocked her. It coursed through her body as the spasms tore out of her and into Dixie.
The tiny silfae let out a pissed off scream as he fell off her. His hair was standing on its end and he pawed at it as he tried to get back to his feet. He swayed groggily and collapsed again.
Merrie collapsed to the ground next to Dixie, jerking as the collar's magic finished ravaging her body. When she could, she let out a long, gasping sigh. Trembling, she pushed herself back into a sitting position.
“Okay,” Tabitha said with an impressed look on her face, “you aren't quite that pathetic. You are just… weak. Dixie, stop being a dick. I need her healthy and you damn know that.”
Dixie whimpered as he struggled to his hands and knees. His body shook from the collar's magic and he limped toward Seven's niche. As he crawled up on the ledge, he shot a glare at her.
Merrie snarled back, baring her teeth like a dog.
Dixie surprised her by smiling before he dove into the pillows after Seven.
Merrie pushed herself up to her knees. Her legs spread apart reflexively, but she held them still as she realized that there wasn't going to be a thick cock driving into her. She missed Bass and ached for him.
She knew that Tabitha was waiting. Groaning under her breath, she pushed herself up on the balls of her feet and stood up. She swayed but regained her balance almost instantly. It was like she was a human woman again and she realized she didn't like it anymore. She wanted to be on her knees and soon she would again. But until then, she could obey Tabitha.
It was dark beyond the cave, a claustrophobic feeling with the moisture clinging to the air. She couldn't see beyond a few meters of the opening and wasn't sure where to go. Taking a deep breath, she looked around until she found a thin trail leading off to the side. She followed it to an area that smells of shit and urine. She held her tail with both hands and did her business. It wasn't as enjoyable as when she was on her hands and knees. As soon as she was finished, she used a leaf to wipe off and then a stream to wash her hands.
By the time she came back, the smells of cooking eggs and meat rose up from the cave. Her stomach rumbled and she hurried down.
Tabitha was sitting on the edge of Seven's niche, feeding him food. “Come on, wimp, just eat another bite. There you go. Here, some cooked pig. No, it isn't long pig. Damn it, wimp, you are utterly pathetic. Cunt,” Merrie jumped at her given name, “get some food and hurry up.”
Merrie got a bowl near the roaring fire and served herself breakfast. She wasn't sure where to eat, so she walked over to Seven's niche and sat down next to Tabitha. As she watched Tabitha trying to force food into Seven, she quickly polished off her own breakfast.
Seven didn't want to eat. He looked at Merrie with a pained expression and whimpered softly. His body trembled and sweat clung to his skin. He was soft without the hard muscles that both Dixie and Tabitha sported. Instead, he looked like the rest of the pleasure slaves, from the haunted look in his eyes and the way he didn't resist Dixie rubbing up against his backside.
Merrie reached out with her hands and stared at her fingers. She wanted to use her fingers for as long as she could use them. The overwhelming realization it would be only minutes, hours at most, added a strange intoxicating fear mixing in with the collar. She almost wished she didn't have the collar's control, just to know what she was really feeling.
She stroked Seven and he leaned his cheek into her palm. Tabitha let out an annoyed sigh and held the spoon centimeters away from him. Merrie smiled and sent out a pulse of comfort. Dixie perked up and stared at her, but Seven relaxed instantly.
Merrie ran her thumb along his bottom lip, feeling the trembling of his body. Gently, she tugged down on his mouth and he opened his mouth obediently. She pulled her finger away and guided him to the spoon.
Seven whimpered but swallowed a bite. He looked back at Merrie who teased his mouth, knowing what it was like when Bass caressed her own lips.
She could feel Seven growing excited even before she glanced down to see his cock hard. She smiled at him, radiating excitement and encouragement. She stroked his throat until she felt him swallow. Then, she trailed back up to ease his mouth open.
He inhaled slowly, but took another bite.
“You know, you catch more flies with vinegar,” muttered Tabitha as she fed him again, “but, for a weak, soft-headed cow, you might have helped.”
It was a compliment, as much as one could come from Tabitha. Merrie smiled and reached down with her own fingers, stealing a touch against her pussy. It was hot and slick. She drove one finger into herself and bit back a moan of pleasure.
She felt Tabitha glaring at her. She looked up and gave a sheepish smile back.
“Weak,” muttered Tabitha. The silfae set down the bowl and stood up. “Come on, Cunt, let's go for a walk.”
There was a hardness in Tabitha's voice. Merrie pulled her dripping finger from her snatch. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared up at the slender woman. She didn't say anything else, but Merrie could feel the gravity of the moment.
Merrie glanced over to Dixie, but the smaller silfae had frozen. He was still ground against Seven, no doubt his cock pressing at the slave's rear entrance. He had one hand on Seven's shoulder, but he held himself stiller than a statue.
She returned her attention to Tabitha.
“Come on.”
It wasn't a request.
It was time.
Lust burning in her pussy, Merrie pushed herself to her bare feet. Her toes dug into the hard ground of the cave and she stepped forward.
Tabitha headed out of the cave. Merrie followed, but at the entrance, she peeked back at the other two.
Dixie looked sad and his emotions radiated from him like a bright light in the darkness. He wasn't sad because of what was going to happen to her, but he wanted to be there when it happened. Her cropping would be private, just her and Tabitha.
Seven, on the other hand, was terrified for her. The memories of his own cropping burned inside him. He was terrified and the quickly fading recollection of pain flashed around him. It scared Merrie to feel how much the delicate-looking slave had experienced.
Her stomach twisted with fear. And she felt her pussy growing wet with anticipation. She was going to get what she dreamed. Just like her hunger for Bass' cock to tear into her, she hungered to be cropped by Tabitha.
She didn't need Tabitha to call her. Turning on her heels, she ran up the cave and caught up to the silfae. Tabitha glanced at her, then continued along the path toward the house.
It was a dark morning, with just a light teasing the edges of the horizon. She could almost picture the rising sun as a razor, poised to slice into her. The air was still and heavy with moisture. Their footsteps left wet prints along the mud. There was almost a reverent pressure bearing down on her.
Merrie's heart was pounding and she thought it would burst out of her chest. She wanted to run, scream, and fuck all at the same time. She wanted to be helpless forever and it just boiled in her guts with an inferno of pleasure that refused to orgasm.
“I can smell you, Cunt, even from here. You are too lost in your own submission to do anything about this. Your pussy is drooling and your nipples are hard. The only thing you can think of is getting fucked.”
Tabitha came to a stop, her body tense. She looked over her shoulder and the bright green eyes almost glowed in the growing light. “Do you know what it is like to be a hunter? To stalk down your prey? To be the aggressor?”
Merrie shook her head.
“Of course not. You probably slept through your life without ever realizing that you would be an alpha. If it wasn't for a mere chance, you would have died without ever knowing the voice of the pack, or the warmth of a master.” She stepped toward Merrie and reached out. Merrie flinched, but Tabitha grabbed Merrie's collar and pulled her close. Her knuckles dug into Merrie's throat but she kept twisting it until Merrie found it hard to breath.
“You were lucky, Cunt. You are a one in a million opportunity. You'll cream at the idea of being abused, dominated, or fucked. You'll probably orgasm when we sell your weak ass to someone. And, somewhere in that, you'll find out what you truly are.”
Merrie couldn't argue. She felt the heat filling her body, all from the way Tabitha held her by the collar and the pressure at her throat. The silfae could drive her to the ground or pick her up; Merrie didn't care anymore. She hungered for Tabitha to do whatever she wanted.
Tabitha released the collar. She sighed. "There are rules about being an alpha. The more you submit, the more powerful you'll be. Sable has given her entire life into being Bass' bitch and I think she has powers that I don't know about. Dixie also, but at least he went into this willingly." She turned and continued her walk toward the house. “After the little bastard bit me, how could I sell that ass of his?”
Merrie followed as Tabitha took her around the front and up to the porch. The steps were harsh underneath her bare feet, even though hundreds of slaves had crawled up them. Tabitha stopped at the top of the stairs and pointed to a lighter color board. “We'll be starting there, but first.”
Walking quieter, her bare feet whispering on the wood, Tabitha took Merrie around the porch to the windows of the great hall. She slowed down at one of the windows and Merrie saw a bright white stake she never noticed before.
“Look at it.”
Somehow, Merrie knew what it would be when she knelt down. It was nailed to the wall but two names were visible “Sloppy Holes” and “Sable.” The date was from sixteen years before and Merrie wondered how old Sable could be.
“That was our first alpha. She was bonded at that point, but when I set her loose, all she could do was paw at the door. The pathetic excuse for a thriban was on the other side of the window, bawling his eyes out. For one hour, she begged to go back inside. I cropped her right here,” Tabitha tapped on the ground where the wood had a darker blotch on it.
“He almost killed me when I did it, but I had no choice. Anyone who uses magic has rules. For him, he wraps his life in the stifling bondage of promises and compassion. Every little swear is a way of tightening his life so magic flows through the gaps. He loves because love is a gag stronger than any steel.”
Tabitha crouched down next to Merrie. “For me, it is the hunt. I am and will always be a predator. I can't just use magic… none of us can just use magic. For me, I get power from the chase, from taking something down, from blood in my teeth, and flesh in my claws.”
Merrie listened to the low growl coming from Tabitha. It scraped against her senses, sending little flares of terror coursing along her spine. She was scared beyond her life. She was expecting a struggle and pain, but Tabitha's calm words were more terrifying than anything else. It wasn't passion that would be cropping her but something far harder and crueler.
“If there is no chase, there is no energy. Cropping Sable almost killed me too.” Tabitha lifted her head as a breeze blew through her sandy hair. She pointed out away from the house. “Dixie, on the other hand, was a fight. A real hunt. He refused to submit up to the very end. He gave me power,” she shivered and there was a sharp smell in the air, “and I fell for him. The fucking bastard. He also got the furthest. Out there,” she gestured, “is a stake with his name on it but you'll never get that far.”
Merrie knew where his stake was, but Tabitha's words indicated that she shouldn't know. She kept her mouth close and remained crouched by Sable's stake, listening as she shook with fear. She was also turned on more than she ever thought possible. She wanted to roll over and beg for it, to lie right on the porch and let Tabitha crop her right then and there.
“Stand up.”
She obeyed.
Tabitha pointed to the point she indicated earlier.
Merrie walked over, feeling naked and exposed. She was aware of her body, the way her breasts hardened with anticipation, the liquid oozing out from her pussy, and the way her skin tingled with the storm of emotions. She turned to Tabitha, still not sure what would happen.
The silfae turned her around so Merrie was facing the door. Tabitha stood in front of her and reached up with both hands to grab the collar. She twisted until her knuckles almost cut off Merrie's breath. The discomfort sent another wave of pleasure coursing along her veins.
“You have to understand, Cunt, I don't like you. I can't like you simply because you are… weak. It isn't you personally, it is just…” she sighed, “you. But, on the opposite side of the coin, I don't hate you either. What I'm about to do, I do because it is the natural progress of what you are to become. You are to be cropped-”
Merrie's pussy clenched at the thought. She inhaled sharply, aware that her breasts were rising and falling with her panting.
“-because that is why are you are here. It is,” she breathed, “what you are. And, since I am what I am, I have to hunt you down. So, as soon as I let go of this collar,” she pulled Merrie closer, “you have one hour.”
Merrie heart pounded in her chest.
“One hour to run for your life.” Merrie was holding her close enough that their bare breasts ground against each other. Merrie could feel Tabitha's pubic hair tickling her hips as the silfae whispered in quiet, intense words. “One hour to celebrating your hands, your legs, your humanity.”
Merrie moaned softly.
“And when that brief moment of freedom is gone, I'm going to hunt you down.”
Tabitha yanked on the collar.
“I'm going to bite off your arms.”
Merrie shuddered at the words, her body hot with anticipation and fear.
“And your legs.”
Licking her lips, Merrie found it hard to breath through the tightness in her throat.
“You are going to scream and you are going to cry. You will probably pee in terror.”
Merrie felt the moisture gathering in her pussy and felt the hungry ache to be fucked burning inside her. She rocked back and forth as she stared into Tabitha's bright green eyes.
“And then you'll be truly a bitch… forever.”
Merrie couldn't help it as she let out a gasp of need. It burned inside her, an orgasm trying to crest. She leaned into Tabitha, panting with need. Her breast ground against her, crushed with the weight of their bodies.
“Cunt?”
Merrie looked up, her body trembling.
“Good-bye.” Tabitha released the collar.
Merrie stared down at Tabitha's bare hands. Her body shook as she struggled with the intensity of desire and hunger that burned in her. She wanted to kiss Tabitha, knowing that the silfae would probably break her legs and throw her to the ground. She sobbed as she took a trembling step back.
“Cunt,” Tabitha looked up as her eyes began to glow, “you need to run now.”
Power crackled in the air. Tabitha suddenly shoved back on Merrie, throwing her off the porch. Merrie let out a scream as she hit the ground. She looked up with tears in her eyes.
“Run, you stupid bitch!” Tabitha's yell echoed across the yard. In the distance, flocks of birds rose into the sky as the sound continued to rumble across the fields.
Merrie scrambled to her feet. She gave Tabitha one last, confused look. She wanted to run and stay at the same time. She didn't know what to do. Part of her was desperate to just drop to her knees and beg to be cropped right then at there. It was a seductive part, the part that was attached to the pleasure filling her body. She wanted to be fucked, raped, hurt. She wanted to be abused and dominated. Everything inside her screamed that she would lose it if she ran away.
On the other hand, she had to run. It was an overwhelming force that drove her away. It was the same with Bass, but where Bass wanted to shove his cock deep into Merrie's body, Tabitha needed Merrie to run.
She spun on her heels and ran. She didn't know where to go but she couldn't stay there. She focused on a copse of trees and ran as if Tabitha was snapping at her heels. In her panic, she lost where she was and just ran as blindly as Licker did when she tried to get away.
When she couldn't run anymore, Merrie slowed down. She was gasping for breath and her chest hurt. The dead sprint caused her breasts to bounce and they ached from her movements. Wincing, she pressed one hand against them to hold them in place and tried to orient herself.
Nothing looked familiar. Even after a week of walking with Bass, she didn't know where she was. A sob caught in her throat. She wanted to run and stop at the same time. She could feel the collar driving her to drop to the ground and wait.
Panting for breath, Merrie leaned against a tree. She knew there was a clock ticking down her humanity, but it hurt to breathe. Leaning over, she gasped and tried not to think about being cropped. Sweat dripped from her face and ran down her breasts. She could feel the little droplets falling from her nipples as more rivulets coursed along her naked skin.
Using her one hand, she wiped the sweat from her brow and looked around. With a start, she recognized one of the bushes. Standing up, she didn't remember it but bent over, near the ground like a bitch, she did. Slowly, Merrie sank to her knees and looked around. Suddenly, she knew where she was.
Only a few minutes crawl away was a stream where Sable once pinned her in the mud and ground her pussy into Merrie's face. It was near the spot she did the same thing to Sama, who licked and sucked with all her might as she playfully struggled. Merrie smiled at the memory, barely feeling her knees impacting with the ground.
Bass fucked her in a little clearing right behind her. He had all three of them presenting and he just sank right into her, burying his hard cock right to the hilt. Merrie moaned at the memory, sliding both hands between her legs as she sought out her sex. It was wet with sweat and sex. She let out a gasp as she slid two fingers, one from each hand, into her hot hole and stroked back and forth.
She could wait right there for Tabitha. It was already a hunt. Tabitha would have to chase her this far. She leaned into the tree and spread her legs more. Her pussy was soaked and the soft, slurping noises rose up as she pumped three fingers into her body, trying to reach an orgasm before Tabitha found her.
Merrie whimpered as she found herself growing close to a crest. She had four fingers ramming inside her, the wet slurping noises drowning out her hearing. She reached deeper, spreading her fingers inside her to enjoy the wet, silken pressure of her body. She was about to be amputated and all she could do was masturbate. She was humiliated, but couldn't take her fingers out of her pussy.
A deep growl ripped through the woods. Two glowing green eyes pierced through the shadows from the trees as Tabitha came padding out from the trees. She was huge, with broad shoulders and a chest like a barrel. Her shaggy fur was the color of sand and rippled in the breeze that surrounded her. Her paws were larger than Merrie's head as she crushed the grass and flowers underneath her.
Merrie froze with her fingers buried to the knuckles. Her pussy clenched tightly as she saw Tabitha approaching. It was a specter of pain, terror, and bondage incarnate. She thrust her fingers deeper into her body, unable to look away from the approaching shapeshifter.
She stared into Tabitha's eyes. As the silfae said, there was no anger or hatred. Instead, all she saw was a sadness behind the growling wolf. A hunger for something that Merrie couldn't give her. It was like a creature caged beneath a shell of fur and teeth.
Tabitha glowed from the inside with emotions: frustration, longing, and power. But, her emotions didn't have the richness of Sable's or Dixie's or any one else. It felt like she was just going through the motions, an empty action with no passion left if them.
What Merrie thought was a chase was nothing. Tabitha was just finding an empty-headed, pathetic little slut who could do nothing than masturbate when she should be terrified. Merrie was humiliated by her actions. She tried to be afraid, to think about the pain and suffering, but she felt the collar muting her emotions.
But she couldn't stop fingering herself. She couldn't reach an orgasm, though her pounding heart and thrusting fingers were bringing her close. She knew she would come as soon as Tabitha bit down, but she would betray everything Tabitha needed.
Merrie felt a hunger inside her, a desire to be what Tabitha needed her to be. But, to do that, she had to be something that she couldn't.
She had to be afraid.
She forced herself to yank her dripping fingers from her snatch. She could smell them in the air as she pushed herself up the tree. The bark scraped at her back.
There was a flicker of surprise as Tabitha paced closer. The growl shook the air, pressing down on Merrie.
Merrie slipped around the tree, never letting her gaze leave Tabitha's eyes. She began to walk backwards along the path leading to the stream. As she moved, she dug at the fear that should be inside her. She could feel the muted emotions simmering in her mind. They were just noticeable enough to tell her she was feeling them, but the intensity was transformed into pure sexual lust. All she wanted to do was drop to her knees and beg for Tabitha to crop her.
She panted as she tried to force the emotions to rise up. She concentrated on the idea of being torn apart, of the pain that she would feel, of the terror that should be choking her. Her terror bubbled up but then the collar clamped down on it. She tried again, focusing on the sight of Tabitha when she first transformed into a huge wold. She felt fear then, a primal quivering in her gut as she stared up at the drooling fangs. She remembered she peed from the surprise and terror.
The iron collar around her neck grew hot. She stumbled on some roots and continued to back away from Tabitha.
Tabitha continued to stalk toward her. There was something new in her eyes, a curiosity and a quickening of excitement. Merrie could feel the air around them going tense, but she couldn't hear over the pounding of her heart against her ribs.
The rocks dug into her bare feet. She felt the water of the stream as she walked into it. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Tabitha. She continued to desperately break through the collar's magic. It was harder than she thought possible. Every time she managed to picture or imagine some horrible fate, be it Bass raping her the first time or when she saw them slaughtering people in the warehouse, she could feel the pressure squeezing the fear down, forcing it into a sick, seductive pleasure.
For the first time since she came to the mill, Merrie hated the collar. She hated that she couldn't be afraid, couldn't be angry, couldn't cower. Everything she wanted to do was turned into an insatiable need for sex. It gave her peace and joy, but it also prevented her from doing what had to be done.
It was a sick desire, to be afraid, but Merrie knew had to do it. It was the only way to give Tabitha the pleasure she needed. She had to serve her just as she gave her body to Bass and forced him to drive deep into her.
Breasts heaving, Merrie concentrated on Tabitha's fangs. They were sharp and they would hurt when she bit down. She focused on adding everything she could into imagining the agony she would experience. She tried to imagine the crunch of bone, the flash of blood, anything she could to force herself to be afraid.
The collar made a popping noise and she felt a burning sensation along her collar. It added to her discomfort and she felt her mind crashing against the filters of the collar.
Her hands were on fire. Looking down, she saw blood trickling down from where her fingernails dug into her palm. She didn't remember clenching them, but looking down at the bright red droplets splashing down in the water, she realized that she would never see her hands again.
Even though she said nothing, the collar ignited into pain. Her entire world exploded into white agony as electricity slammed into her. Every muscle spasmed and she collapsed into the icy water of the scream. Her scream froze in her throat as the pain tore through her and all that came out was a gurgle.
Tabitha let out a sigh. Her words came back to Merrie when Tabitha was talking about Seven's cropping. She was so disappointed that Seven's collar had activated and he was lost in the spasms of magic when she cropped him. In front of her, Tabitha stepped forward and opened her jaws, ready to end Merrie's misery and crop her there.
And then she felt it. Pure, unfiltered fear. No softening of the hard edge of emotion, no filters to turn it into pleasure. It coursed through her vein like an orgasm, bitter hot and ice at the same time.
She found the strength to move and snapped her head up to stare directly at the drooling fangs about to tear her in half. She could imagine the pain now. It shook something deep inside Merrie, a primal response that only allowed two responses: fight or flight.
Without looking back, she clutched in the cold water until her fingers wrapped around a large rock. Whimpering, she flinched as Tabitha's hot breath washed over her.
Tabitha used her nose to push Merrie's left hand to the side. Her teeth scraped along the palm as Tabitha positioned herself to tear it off.
The intense fear drove her into action. Merrie yanked the rock out of the water and smashed it into the side of Tabitha's head. It was a frantic, wild blow and Merrie almost lost grip of the rock.
Despite Tabitha's immense size, she jerked to the side. Her eyes flashed bright green as the wolf stared back with an expression of surprise. She opened her mouth and a growl rumbled in her chest.
Merrie panicked again. She slammed the rock back into the side of Tabitha's head, smashing it as she scrambled back to her feet. The air grew tight around them as a wind blew up. She screamed in blind fear and rage. She grabbed the rock with both hands and slammed it down again and again. She didn't know what she was doing, just trying to save herself from being hurt. It was hard to breath. Blood from her cut palms ran down her arms. With one hard impact, she lost her grip on the rock, but she just raised it above her head with one hand and brought it down with all her might.
Tabitha snarled, then snapped out. The air cracked as the powerful jaws snapped down.
Merrie stumbled forward from the impact of the blow and she fell against Tabitha. Terrified that the wolf would bite her, she tried to pushed herself away. Her hands kept slipping and there was a flash of crimson that stained the wolf's fur. Merrie frowned and tried to push herself up, but her right hand refuse to work.
Everything was hot and she felt pain radiating up her arm. She tried to grab Tabitha's fur again to crawl away. She could feel the hot fur in her left hand, but something was wrong with the right. The tiny shred of logic left in her already knew the answer, but she still lifted up her arm and stared at the bloody stump that used to be her hand.
She wondered for days what she would be like. She thought she would orgasm or cum. She could feel the pleasure like a memory, but it was layered deep beneath the blind fear and pain she felt. It was intense, stronger than any orgasm, as she watched the blood pouring out.
A sob ripped out of her and she lost control. Urine poured down her leg and mixed with the crimson waters forming underneath her. She couldn't think past the pounding in her ears and the frantic hammering of her heart.
Tabitha stepped back, hacking. The giant wolf was crackling with power and the air beat down on them. Little eddies of power swirled off in all directions as Tabitha tried to clear something from her throat.
Terrified, Merrie did the only thing she could. She turned on her heels and splashed out of the river. In a blind panic, she ran for her life. Her bare feet slammed into the ground as she followed the trail. She remembered it now and soon they came up to the fork in the road where Sable took her to Dixie's stake.
Her feet slipped and she slid into the stakes. One was knocked off, but she scrambled to her feet and sprinted toward the fence. Somehow, she knew that there was something special about the fence. If she only could make it.
Only a few panicked minutes later, she saw it. A sob of relief tore out of her as she scrambled through the underbrush toward it. Her body ached, everything ached, but it was nothing compared to her injury. She tried to hold it to stop the blood, but that slowed her down even more. She ran through the bushes and felt the thorns leaving deep scratches behind.
She slipped at the fence and she slammed into the top bar, crushing her breasts. She tried to claw at it to climb over, but her severed hand refused to work. With an ungraceful thump, she dropped to her knees.
Merrie had to get over. She grabbed the splintered wood and hauled her top half over the lower railing. Her feet dug into the ground as she tried to lever herself across.
The ground shook. Even knowing that she shouldn't, Merrie peeked over her sweaty shoulder and saw Tabitha charging with a snarl. At the sight of the bloody muzzle coming closer, Merrie scrambled over fence. Her feet were just crossing over the piece of wood when Tabitha struck.
There was a crunch of bone and wood as the shape-changer's mouth snapped through the fence itself. Merrie was yanked back across the magical ward, the sensation of an invisible fence lost underneath the explosion of pain. She grabbed the ragged ends of the fence with her one good hand to stop her from being pulled into Tabitha's jaw.
A wet, burning noise tore through her and she dropped to the ground. Merrie crawled forward. She couldn't feel her feet, either of them. Instead, the only sensation below the ankles was liquid pain and searing hot blood. She didn't dare look back to see the severed ends; she was afraid she would set off the collar by screaming. Instead, she crawled forward with her eyes locked on Dixie's stake.
Behind her, Tabitha hacked twice and a wet sound filled the air. Then, the thump of the wolf stalking after Merrie. The air crackled with power and Merrie could feel the energy gathering inside Tabitha. It was more intense than anything she could imagine, but she didn't dare look back.
It was a agony-filled infinity before she reached Dixie's stake. With a trembling hand, she reached out with her good hand and grabbed it. It left a bloody smear on the wood as she hauled herself forward.
Tabitha stood over her, her hot breath searing Merrie's skin. There was something else, a fur-covered hardness that brushed against Merrie's backside. She knew what it was, Tabitha's cock. The growl shook the air and Merrie closed her eyes in preparation for more pain.
Teeth ran along her shoulder blades, working up to the hand. It left behind a line of hot drool that mixed with her sweat and blood, running down along her spine until it pooled into the small of her back.
Merrie closed her eyes and whimpered. She couldn't give up. She stared at the bloody wood in her hand and realized she had one last chance. With a grunt, she yanked the stake from the ground and rolled over. The sight of the immense wolf looming over her sent fear coursing through her and it flared into an ice storm in her gut. She pulled back and slammed the stake with all her might into Tabitha's eye.
It sunk deep. Tabitha jerked back her head and let out a howl of pain and rage. Using her paw, she batted Merrie away. The impact cracked a rib as Merrie was thrown across the ground and into the fence. The impact drove the air from Merrie's lungs.
Merrie choked as she tried to breathe. She tried to grab her throat, but the only one hand touched her skin. The other left a smear of blood against her skin. She stared at the wolf thrashing on the ground, pawing at the stake still sticking out of her eye.
She didn't want to kill Tabitha, she just wanted a fight. She was terrified that she went too far in the hut. She looked away from the writhing wolf, but her eyes caught sight of her legs. They both ended in stumps, bloody with a shock of white bone. It hurt, but not as much as her hand. She reached out with her good hand in morbid curiosity, wanting to feel it.
Tabitha let out another howl as she shook her head. The stake was gone and there was a bloody wound where her eye used to be. The energy was visible now and Tabitha glowed from the inside as she quickly covered the distance between them.
Merrie's breath came back with a rush but she continued to hyperventilated. Every movement scraped her broken ribs together, but the rush of air in her lungs was almost a pleasure. She wanted to keep running, but she couldn't. She pressed herself against the wooden fence. As Tabitha stood over her again, hot tears ran down her cheeks.
She couldn't run.
She couldn't fight.
She couldn't breathe.
It was the end of her chase and Tabitha's hunt. The only thing she could do was surrender, but she didn't have the words to say it. As she considered her options, she felt pleasure gathering inside her as she held up her one good hand.
Tabitha tensed, a growl vibrating through her body. Her bright green eyes narrowed as she watched Merrie holding her hand.
Merrie's heart pounded painfully as she reached up. She could barely control her body as she reached into Tabitha's mouth and rested her wrist along the ridge of the wolf's teeth. The sharp points dug into her flesh. For a moment, Merrie considered scraping her flesh along the teeth, but she forced herself to hold still.
Tabitha froze with her mouth open. The growl halted as the shape-chapter's eyes grew wide.
Merrie's world spun around her. Her ears were pounding from her heartbeats and she felt sweat mixing with the blood and drool covering her body. She was terrified, but excited beyond comprehension. The pain from her injuries faded away as her world focused on a single point in the universe, where the teeth dug into her flesh.
The pleasure grew. She was surrendering. A surrender of more than just sexual submission. She was giving up her humanity and becoming a bitch. The realization of what she was doing sent bolts of pleasure shocking through her senses, like the collar firing ecstasy instead of electricity. The heat was growing inside her as she stared into the maw of teeth and violence.
“Please?” she mouthed as she ground her wrist into the teeth.
Energy rose around them. Tabitha burned brightly from the inside, her bones visible with a light that didn't reflect off anything. She was painful to look at and Merrie's eyes watered as she tried to watch her wrist in the final moment.
The teeth came down and there was a crunch that she felt more than heard. Pain exploded along her senses, but it became pleasure as she finally let out a scream. Not one of pain, but of an orgasm of perfect surrender. She had given everything she could to Tabitha, surrendered in the perfect way for the shape-changer.
As Tabitha drew back and left a bloody stump, something happened inside Merrie. Something else drew out of her. It felt like there was a coil of rope inside her and as the shape-changer stepped back, it slid out of some opening. It was the sensation of a cock being withdrawn, the first exhale after an orgasm, or even letting go to pee.
She looked down to see a line coming out of her chest. It wasn't hazy or translucent like Sable's or Dixie's connection to their masters, but as real and bright as the sun. She could feel it sliding out of her as Tabitha continued to pull back.
Shaking, Merrie followed the line with her eyes. It grew hazy as it approached Tabitha, but it was growing more solid with every passing moment. The tip aim at Tabitha's heart.
And then she felt it. An intense pressure of a creature far older than herself, one brimming with a fierce joy and a release of her own. Tabitha's emotions came rushing down the connection. The silfae was happy and sated, like the first drink of wine after a century without. Merrie had given her something that no one else could in a very long time: a true hunt.
Then, a new emotion came rattling down the connection. Fear. Tabitha let out a mixture of a growl and a whine. She spun on her heels and sprinted away. The connection between them grew thinner but no less bright. More emotions came rushing down: longing, desire, and shame.
Their bond grew more intense as the line almost completed itself. Tabitha continued to race away, accelerating far faster than any horse, but Merrie could still feeling her hearts.
(Bass is going to kill me.) It was Tabitha's thoughts, but there was also a small part of her that wanted to let Merrie bond, to accidentally let it happen.
Tabitha raced straight for a tree. Merrie reached out for Tabitha, not wanting the silfae to break the suddenly intimate connection.
(No! I can't let you bond!) With the words came a rejection from the silfae, a mental pushing away even as the power rose up around her. The wolf's form blurred as magic coursed through Tabitha's veins; Merrie could feel what the silfae felt in one perfect moment before she bonded.
And Tabitha ran straight into the thick trunk of the tree. But, instead of crashing into it, her body was sucked straight into the wood and she was gone. The fledgling connection between them snapped.
Merrie felt like Tabitha had tore out her heart. An intense longing that blurred her vision. She let out a wail of loss and she didn't care when the collar suddenly activated, plunging her world into an electric hell.
When she could see again, Merrie was alone. The morning sun stretched out across the clearing and the fence. She blinded her and she ducked her head down, staring at her limbs with mute devastation. She didn't know if Tabitha would come back. She didn't know what would happen.
She started to cry. She hated being a beta, being a submissive without a master. She wanted to bond, if anything to get it over with, but also because she wanted badly to be with any of the master at the mill. Any but Grange, that was. She could picture herself being happy with Sable and Dixie, but she knew that it wasn't going to be. And that knowledge made it more painful.
Merrie focused on her missing hands. The first was a ragged, bloody end. It hurt as she stared at it, the memory of it being torn off in a crunch of flesh and bone. The other was the one that Tabitha just bit off, but it wasn't a bloody wound. Instead, it was as smooth as when Tabitha healed Seven. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that she was born that way.
The only difference was the hunt. The first was when Merrie was about to give up, to surrender like a submissive slut. The other was after Merrie fought back. She saw how Tabitha crackled with energy, as if the very act of fighting gave her power.
She stared at her severed hands. The pain was still gone but there was no magic forcing her to feel pleasure. But, deep beneath the fading fear, there was a growing pleasure. She had surrendered, just like she wanted. She couldn't reach out for anything ever again and the helplessness sent a delicious thrill coursing through her. She couldn't wait to beg for a beer from Borias or to find out what Bass thought of her cropping.
She tried to flex her fingers. She saw the muscles in her arms twitching, but nothing happened. She could feel her digits even though they were there. Her world spun as her mind tried to correlated the two sensations. It only added to the pleasure searing her sex.
Merrie was smiling. The pleasure that teased her was natural and entirely hers. It was a heat that boiled inside her, quickening her breath and forcing a moan from her lips. She leaned back and took a deep breath.
It was a good hunt.
Tabitha's whine cut through the morning light. Merrie looked up to see the wolf creeping forward, a question in her posture.
Merrie closed her eyes for a moment, seeing inside herself. Her skin wasn't tingling and there was no connection reaching out. There was no danger of bonding, but it hurt to know that she was denied. She opened her eyes and shook her head.
Tabitha relaxed. She crept forward. Her body still glowed with magic as she padded over the grass and rocks. Her large paws crushed the flowers underneath her as she came up. From their brief connection, she also glowed with emotions. Excitement, being stated, and determination. Mixed together was also lust and affection.
Merrie lowered her eyes and leaned back further. Her breasts rose and fall with her breath as she looked at the wolf who hunted her down. She wanted Tabitha, with a fierce intensity. Slowly, she spread her legs and felt her swollen pussy lips peeling apart to the warm, morning air. It was hot and wet with her need.
The shape-changer continued until she was towering over Merrie. Her breath was hot against Merrie's skin.
Merrie held her breath, unsure what Tabitha would do. She watched as the huge wolf head lowered and the tongue came out. The feel of Tabitha's tongue was a hot brand against her skin.
Tabitha licked along her leg. She left a line of drool behind her, but no blood. The tip of her tongue wrapped around the end of Merrie's leg and power rose up.
Merrie's skin crawled as the magic wrapped around her and there was a sense of tightening. Merrie lifted her head to stared down at it, watching as the ragged end healed over. She shuddered as she felt her body changing: the bone thickening, the skin growing as smooth as Licker's pussy, and a tingling that coursed up her spine. It felt as if her severed ends were connected directly to her pussy. As the wet tongue slurped around the end, Merrie let out a moan.
Tabitha moved to the other leg and licked it. The power rolled around them and the skin crawled as she was healed. Tabitha stepped forward as she lapped, her tongue working its way up between Merrie's legs. The tip of it caught her pussy, splaying apart the lips to find her clitoris.
Merrie could feel the magic deep in her bones and she threw back her head as the pleasure spread out through her insides. She moaned softly and reached out for Tabitha, holding her between her two helpless arms. Seeing them against the blood-stained muzzle gave her a strange sense of bondage, of helplessness.
Tabitha worked her way up Merrie's body, her large tongue lapping at the blood and scratches and injuries. With each swipe of the hot, slick tongue, Merrie's skin was left clean and untouched, as if she was never running for her humanity. It also ran along every sensitive part of her skin and fueled her pleasure.
When Tabitha lapped at Merrie's breasts, she moaned and pressed it higher. As the tongue passed to clean her face, spit glistened on her mounds before gathering in rivulets to roll down her skin. Merrie held her breath as Tabitha cleaned her face, then down to her still injured arm.
Merrie panted as she watched Tabitha lick the end, drawing power and energy and leaving it smooth. The skin crawled for a moment and then it was gone. No pain like Seven, no screaming or whimpering. She didn't need a distraction, beyond the growing lust.
Tabitha lifted her head and reached out with one massive paw. She rested it on Merrie's chest. The weight crushed her breasts as the claw dug into the side of her right tit. Tabitha curled her paw around Merrie's flank and tugged her to the side.
Obeying, Merrie rolled over. She used her forearms to brace herself on the fence. She remembered she was a bitch and spread her legs, presenting herself to Tabitha. The hot air against her pussy rekindled the heat as she exposed herself.
The shape-changer's breath was hot against her back, then her tongue was cleaning Merrie. It lapped through her hair and then her shoulders. It was strong and powerful, massaging as well as healing.
Merrie moaned as she was healed down her back, then along one leg, then the other. Her pussy clenched with anticipation before Tabitha brought her tongue up between her legs, licking from clitoris to tail in deep, powerful strokes. Each one pushed Merrie into the fence. Her breasts were ground into the splintered wood, but the tiny pricks of discomfort faded compared to the inferno burning in her sex.
The fence creaked as Tabitha lurched forward and planted her own fore-paws on the upper railing. The furry hips brushed on outer edges of Merrie's hips as something heavy and incredibly hot dropped down on the slave girl's back. It was Tabitha's wolf cock and it reached clear up to her shoulder blades.
Merrie moaned at the sensation. It was thick and swollen, with a flared head and a knot at its base. It bore down on her, a heavy weight of sex and submission.
Slowly, Tabitha drew it back. It left a line of precum against the freshly healed skin. Merrie lifted her hips and felt her pussy drip with anticipation. With a moan, she spread her legs and waited.
Tabitha wasn't in the mood for foreplay. She drew it back until the tip slid down around Merrie's tail and ass crack. As soon as it was poised at the entrance to Merrie's sex, Tabitha drove forward with supernatural force.
It was like Bass entering her, hard and forceful. It tore her open, stretching her wide as Tabitha buried her entire length into Merrie's cunt. The knot crushed Merrie's labia and ground against her clitoris as she felt the heat and pressure from deep inside.
As soon as Tabitha had buried herself, she yanked it out and drove back in. It punched deep into Merrie's body, reaching clear to the end of her entrance and slamming against her cervix. It hurt but Merrie wanted it any other way. Sex with Tabitha would always hurt, it was just who Tabitha was. She let out a gasp of pleasure and shoved back, but it was Tabitha who controlled the fucking, not her.
Tabitha panted as she drove again and again, punching her cock deep with hard strokes. The knot slammed against the entrance, forcing it open with every powerful thrust. Merrie could only brace herself, swimming in a world of pleasure, pain, and submission. The wet thrusts shook her to the core, scraping against her body and stretching her inner walls.
With a panting grunt, Tabitha slammed into her harder. Merrie could feel her bones creaking from the impact as she was driven into the fence. Her arms, her helpless limbs, tried to keep purchase on the wood, but she slipped and her chest was driven into the wood. Her breasts took the brunt of Tabitha's impact, but she couldn't get grip to push herself up. The sense of helplessness, of being unable to even push herself back, pushed Merrie into a screaming orgasm.
Tabitha never stopped. She continued to drive into Merrie, shaking the entire fence with her impacts. The knot slammed into Merrie's entrance, tearing it open. It was like taking two fists as a time as Tabitha relentlessly hammered it into her. Merrie could only spread her legs more as it drove deep, pinning her open.
Then, with a sickening slurp, Merrie's pussy swallowed the knot. Her entrance clamped down around it and there was a flash of pleasure and pain. The heated length lodged itself in her depths, the knot preventing it from sliding out and the tip pressed tightly against the entrance of her woman.
Tabitha took a powerful thrust, but as the hips drove forward, Merrie's body was crushed against the railing. There was no room inside her for the powerful cock to move. She was just a tightly stretched-sleeve wrapped around the shape-changer's shaft. With every thrust, it was Merrie who moved, not the cock buried inside her.
As Tabitha continued to slam Merrie against the railing, Merrie reached down with her arms and ran the ends along her belly. The knowledge that she couldn't spread her fingers out was intense, the bondage of forever burning bright inside her tightly stretched pussy. She could feel the swollen cock through her belly as it pushed out of the flesh. She closed her eyes and reached further down, swimming in a world of pleasure and pain. Her questing brushed against the wolf knot buried in her pussy, right above her pubic bone. It made her feel like she was a months pregnant.
She moaned and leaned into Tabitha's thrust that drove her against the wood. The wolf panted hotly as she drove her cock into Merrie; with every stroke, Merrie winced as the head was ground against her cervix and the knot swelled at her entrance.
She was caught on the edge of pleasure and pain. The hard cock was filling her from the inside and rubbed against all her insides even as she was pounded into the splintered wood of the fence railing. She didn't know what would give but she couldn't do anything. She was helpless to push away from the board just as she couldn't force the cock out of her body.
Tabitha let out a gasping pant, then drove deep into Merrie. There was a sensation of being ripped open, though Merrie didn't know what would tear inside her, then everything turned into a liquid wall of pleasure as Tabitha came inside her.
Merrie didn't know what to expect, but with her hands against her belly, she could feel the skin swelling. Hot jets of cum poured into her, but with the tight knot at one end of her pussy and the tip crammed at her other, her pussy swelled with liters of come that filled her. She let out a scream as she orgasmed from the pressure as it continued to build. Her belly swelled with each thrust and she could feel some high-pressure jet pouring deeper into her. It couldn't relieve the pressure. Her scream turned into one of both agony and ecstasy as her body was lost in the throes of an orgasm.
The pleasure turned to pain which turned back to pleasure. The cum kept pumping into her, stretching her obscenely full. She kept coming, but she couldn't stop her body as she felt the cock continue to fill her. Tabitha kept pumping her back and forth, fucking her against the board as the cum poured into her.
It felt like forever before the cock quieted inside her. Her belly was stuffed, filled to the brim. Some of it poured of the tight seal of knot against her pussy, but the rest of it was working deeper inside her, forcing itself into her womb. It was ecstasy to feel it squirting into her innermost depths, a wet, muted squelching sensation deep in her belly.
Tabitha panted and slumped against Merrie. The heavy weight of her body drove Merrie against the board. Underneath Merrie's breasts, the fence railing finally gave up and snapped. Merrie out a shriek as she was pounded into the ground face first. She tried to push herself up, but couldn't find the purchase. Her hands were gone, she was helpless against the heavy weight of the shape-changer.
Tabitha's body twisted above her. She could feel the fur fading way as naked skin ground into her. Fingers grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She felt her neck bared to the air the hot breath of Tabitha against her shoulder. “You,” panted Tabitha as she twisted her hips, “are a good girl.”
No magic came from the collar, no forced pleasure being driven through her. But, Merrie felt a spark of an orgasm tear through her. She threw back her head, baring her throat to Tabitha who rested her mouth against Merrie's neck, and screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Good girl,” moaned Tabitha as the silfae's cock dwindled in size. Pressure built up for a moment, cum came pouring out of Merrie's pussy. Liters of the thick fluid rushed out and Merrie was lost in the pleasure of being drained. The thick ocean of cum continued to squirt out of her, soaking her thighs and her legs. Waves of it rolled across the grass and Merrie stared it with shock.
Underneath her hands, she felt her belly returning to its normal shape, but the cum kept coming out. She moaned and let out a long, shuddering breath.
“And now,” Tabitha said as her cock shrunk away to nothingness, “you are truly a bitch.”
Merrie's orgasm found a second life and the flare of passion coursed through her veins. She let out a long wail of pleasure and slumped into Tabitha's body, knowing that the silfae would command her.