Merrie woke up when Tabitha bit her on the shoulder. She jumped and gasp from the sharp pain that tore her from her dreams of submission. She clawed at the air as she struggled to remember where she was and why a silfae had her teeth clamped down on her shoulder.

Tabitha opened her mouth and released her. She chuckled dryly as Merrie rolled over, staring in shock and confusion at the bright-eyed woman. Tabitha scooted closer and planted her hand on Dixie's head to pull herself only centimeters away from Merrie's face. “Good morning, pet.”

Dixie squirmed to get out from underneath Tabitha, but the woman just bore down on his head, pinning him to the ground.

Tabitha pushed herself up on her knees, her small breasts shaking as she scooted closer. Her body was icy against Merrie's skin. She stroked her face against Merrie, who still stared in shock as reality finally began to sink it. She nipped Merrie's ear, then neck, and nibbled on Merrie's sore shoulder.

Merrie let out a soft gasp as her eyes came into focus. She stared at Tabitha's sandy hair as the silfae continued to work her way back to Merrie's neck.

Then Tabitha bit down again.

Merrie let out a cry as Tabitha grabbed her, pulling her close as she bit down again. Merrie shuddered as she felt Tabitha's teeth piercing the skin, but she couldn't escape Tabitha's steel-like grip. She squirmed as the pain radiated across her senses.

Tabitha let go of Merrie and stood up. “Ah, nothing like a bit of foreplay in the morning.”

Merrie whimpered and went to rub the bleeding bite mark. She froze as she stared at the severed end of her arm, a flash of lust rising up as she stared at the helpless limb. She shivered as she felt heat gathering in her pussy, a tickling of senses. She squirmed to press her thighs together and force her mind from her injury.

Tabitha stepped over her, her bush smacking Merrie in the face as she headed over to Merrie's niche. She reached up and grabbed the golden regeneration charm from the shelf.

Next to Merrie, Dixie scrambled to his hands and knees. He pushed Merrie to the side as he trotted up the slope and left the cave.

Humming to herself, Tabitha returned back to Merrie and sat down heavily. She grabbed Merrie's collar and yanked her closer.

Merrie felt a flash of excitement at Tabitha's casual domination. She let out a shuddering breath as Tabitha dug her knuckles in her throat and pulled the collar even closer. The iron curve dug into the back of Merrie's neck and she had to plant a hand on Tabitha's hard leg for balance.

“Energy is a funny thing,” started Tabitha. “It is like when you drink the best wine in the world, the old stuff that they created from the Elder Trees. There is that rush,” she smiled as she rotated the collar into place, “of your first orgasm. And yesterday, what you did was like being back home, at my father's knees, and sipping at his wine.”

She found the hook for the charm. “I need a lot of power to do what I do. Do you know why?”

Merrie gulped and shook her head.

“All mages have a store of power. Everyone uses the cup as a metaphor and it kind of works. I have a cup, just like almost everyone here. It is a shallow one with a very wide opening. When I use magic, it comes out in a rush. A few seconds and poof, it's gone.”

She paused for a moment to toy with the regeneration charm. Merrie held her breath, not wanting to interrupt her.

“Rendi, on the other hand, has a well of power. She knows hundreds of spells, can create artifacts of immense power, and bring people close enough to Death they are getting on their knees. One time, I had my throat cut and I knew I would die as I felt it spurting out from the wound. But, she just rushed forward and brought me back.”

The golden charm clinked as it was reattached to Merrie's collar. Merrie felt the power coursing through her and the strange feeling of yellow-green power danced across her skin.

“The difference is, Rendi's magic is just a spell. There are ways of dispelling magic and it glows. I can see when she uses healing magic because it glows for days, weeks for the powerful stuff. My magic, on the other hand, doesn't glow. It can't be dispelled. When I bite off your pretty, yummy wrist-”

Merrie shivered at the thought, her sex growing liquid as she thought back to the sudden flash.

“-I bit off more than just your physical body. I destroyed the very idea of your wrist. You lost part of your soul yesterday and no mortal magic will ever bring it back.”

Gulping, Merrie squirmed as her sex grew hot and slick.

Tabitha leaned forward, her breath hot against Merrie's face. “Though, I'm sure a god could bring it back. Though, I don't recommend Lemitri, that goddess is a royal bitch, may she rot in whatever hell would container her.”

Merrie widened her eyes, her mouth parting with surprise. She never thought anyone would be able to talk about a divine power like that.

Tabitha winked. “Yeah, I met the bitch. She had to come down to reward B-” Suddenly, Tabitha closed her mouth as she looked guilty. She sighed, then cleared her throat. “Well, she's a self-centered, mercurial bitch and no longer welcomed in our lives.”

She stood up. “Okay, I'm going to take Useless Cunt out for a little,” she smiled, “run. I bet you have to pee yourself, so why don't you take the two pathetic bitches with you?”

Merrie blinked at the sudden change of topic, but got into a begging position and barked.

“Good pet.”

Merrie crawled over to the first niche, where she could see Fuckhole sprawled out on the blankets. Sweat sparkled on Fuckhole's body and the girl's mouth was open as she panted. She looked hot, but Merrie remembered it would all change after Tabitha cropped her. The heat in her pussy grew as she imagined Fuckhole amputated down to her knees and elbows, the look of helplessness on her. Merrie almost wished she was cut down further, but even the small bit she lost pushed her into a state of a submission high.

She got on her knees and reached up into the niche to nibble on Fuckhole's nipple. It was soft at first but quickly grew hard under her lips.

Fuckhole moaned and her eyes fluttered. Slowly, she opened her brownish-green eyes and stared at confusion at Merrie. Then, she smiled and reached out to kiss Merrie.

Merrie shook her head. She reached out with her head and bumped her head against Fuckhole's hand. When Fuckhole didn't response, Merrie mimed Fuckhole petting her like a human.

Fuckhole gasped and her eyes grew wide. She looked around and fear began to radiating from her. She reached up, though, and stroked Merrie's hair.

Merrie smiled and sent out an emotional pulse of comfort and love.

The other bitch relaxed and petting Merrie more confidently. She sat up and stretched, pushing her breasts out for a moment. When Merrie gestured to the floor, Fuckhole crawled out of bed but stood up. There was a prickling of unease and fear that surrounded her as she glanced over to Tabitha.

Still radiating comfort, Merrie crawled over to Useless Cunt and crawled up into the niche since Useless was against the far wall. Merrie sank into the blankets and struggled with her missing hands and feet. At Useless' body, she saw that the bitch had her legs spread open and exposing her pussy to the cooler air. Merrie grinned and reached down, lapping Useless Cunt from asshole to clitoris in one stroke.

Useless jerked awake. Her legs closed around Merrie, but then flung open as she stared down as if she wasn't expecting Merrie to be there.

Merrie gave a wiggle and pushed Useless with her head toward the edge.

Useless got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the edge. She got down, but unlike Fuckhole, she remained on the ground as Merrie tried to get off.

When Merrie fell the last few centimeters, she blushed hotly. Dixie, who just came down, gave her a smirk before he bounded over to where Tabitha was spooning food out into five bowls.

Merrie got back on her feet. She shivered at the feeling of her missing hands and feet, it still excited her, and crawled over to Useless Cunt. Gesturing with her head, she pushed Useless back into a standing position next to Fuckhole. Useless looked fearfully at Tabitha and then tried to drop down, but Merrie let a growl-like grunt which stopped her.

When Useless straightened back up, Merrie beamed happily and barked. She headed up the slope of the cave, her tail wagging. At the top, she turned for the others. They were walking slowly, hesitantly. Merrie dug down and realized she could help with their discomfort. She took a desire to keep together, to be near someone, and pushed it out.

Both bitches responded almost instantly. They hurried up to catch up with Merrie, then followed her down the side path to the bathroom area. Merrie pointed out where the leaves for wiping were and then did her business in the edge. She had to curl her tail up and spread her legs, but it felt good to pee after a long night.

When she finished, she shook her hips but it still felt wet. She wished Bass was there, with his delicate fingers to brush away the last few droplets. Even Borias or anyone. It was a reminder that she couldn't do it herself. She let out a sigh and bounced one more time.

Useless Cunt padded up to her. Merrie stared in surprise at the determined look on her face. The bitch circled around Merrie and reached down to caress Merrie's length with her fingers.

Merrie let out a moan of pleasure as she felt Useless wiping her clean. Two fingers delved deeper, parting Merrie's damp folds and sliding into her pussy. Her pussy was already wet from her dreams and thoughts and there was little friction as Useless buried her fingers to the knuckle.

As Useless pumped her fingers in and out, Merrie crouched on the ground and moaned. She clenched around the fingers and was startled how quickly she came. When she fingered herself, it was a frustrating experience of being held on the edge, but two fingers from Useless was enough to push her into an early morning orgasm. Merrie cried out as she came, her body trembling as she struggled to remain on her hands and knees.

Useless pulled her fingers out and stood up. Fuckhole walked up on her bare feet. They shared a look that spoke volumes. Useless held up her glistening fingers and Fuckhole slid them into her mouth, cleaning them as they continued to look at each other. Merrie could feel a bond between them, a sense of affection and kinship. Both of the bitches joined the mill with Grange as their master. There was something deep inside, a remembered pain, that bound the two women together in a way that made Merrie slightly jealous.

They turned to face Merrie. Merrie pushed back her envy and took a step back to the cave, barking. They followed and together all three of them returned to the sweltering heat of the cave. Inside, Tabitha was sitting on the floor with her back to Seven's niche. Dixie lapped from the bowl in front of him.

“Come on, you pathetic bitches. Get some food and walk around. Useless Cunt, put down a bowl for Happy.”

Both gave Merrie a questioning look and Merrie nodded encouraging. They headed across the cave, circling around the depression Tabitha slept in, and to the food. Useless grabbed the first bowl and set it down. A heartbeat later, she pushed it away from the heat rolling from the hearth and away from Tabitha.

Merrie crawled over, the feeling of helplessness adding to her pleasure. She crouched by her breakfast, a thick stew filled with hunks of meat and vegetables, and began to eat. Both Useless and Fuckhole grabbed their own bowls and started to pace around Merrie as they ate.

“I find that interesting,” said Tabitha, “Both of those bitches look to Happy Cunt for confirmation, even when I give them an order.”

Useless and Fuckhole froze in mid-step.

“Keep walking! And don't you dare look at her!” snapped Tabitha.

Fuckhole peaked toward Merrie, but both resumed their walking.

“And I noticed that Seven did the same thing.” Tabitha smiled as she looked down at Dixie. “Why don't they ever look at you for orders?”

Dixie looked up at her with a disinterested look, but then he glanced over to Merrie. For a moment, there was a sudden tension in the room as Merrie got the flash of a growling wolf superimposed over Dixie's tiny little frame. She inhaled sharply, but it was gone in a flash. Dixie returned his attention back to Tabitha and shrugged.

“Could it be you are just a colossal dick and no one likes you?”

Dixie's face darkened.

“Or that,” Tabitha said with a smile, “you have the compassion and kindness of a troll in heat?”

Dixie's fingers dug into the earth, his body shimmering as the connection between them grew visible. Energy flowed from Tabitha to Dixie and gathered in the tiny silfae's chest.

Tabitha cruelly smiled as she reached down and grabbed Dixie's collar. It was leather instead of the iron rings around the other bitches' throats, but it still gave Tabitha a grip as she pulled Dixie from the floor and held him up. “Listen, you little dick, you are mean. You are surely. You are too obsessed with not having some huge cock. You are a fuck-horrible submissive and you still think you are still a warrior instead of my little bitch. But,” she breathed, “I still love you with all my heart.”

She bit him on the nose, hard.

At the muted crunch, Merrie shuddered. She could feel the pain radiating from Dixie, but the alpha didn't even make a peep. He held himself still until she released him and stood up. Merrie watched as blood dripped from his nose.

Dixie glared at her, his bright eyes sparkling in the dark, then shook himself like a dog. As he did, his form shivered and briefly turned into the wolf-like creature and back. When he did, his nose was once again healed.

Tabitha said, “Now, pathetic little bitches, I bet you're wondering why I'm having you walk?”

Both of them froze, but only Useless Cunt nodded sheepishly.

“Keep walking. It all comes down to your cropping. I don't just arbitrarily decide how much I'm going to cut off. In fact, you have that choice.”

Fuckhole looked relieved. Useless Cunt, on the other hand, had a flush to her cheeks as she dropped one hand discretely to her pussy.

“You'll get an hour's head start and then I'll chase you. The further you run, the less I take off. It seems simple, but three weeks of you on your hands and knees and being a ‘good’ bitches for all those pathetic dicks out there,” she gestured toward the house, “means that you've been trained not to get on your legs. And a crawling pathetic bitch can't run very far.”

Useless Cunt continued to masturbate with one hand while she stared out into nothing. She set her bowl down on a ledge to grab her tit, squeezing it as Tabitha continued.

On the other side of the cave, Fuckhole looked terrified. She backed away from Tabitha as her eyes grew wide. The bowl clattered to her feet as she stared at the entrance of the cave and back to Tabitha.

Tabitha rolled her head to stared directly at Fuckhole. “Do you really want to start running now?”

Fuckhole shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her emotions were flaring inside her, bouncing off the collar's magic. Merrie could feel them as a storm, one that raged against the filters and turned her thoughts into a blind panic.

Merrie reached out with her mind and send a wave of comfort toward Fuckhole. The woman look a long, shuddering breath and turned to look at Merrie. There was a pleading desperation in the look.

Then the magic of the collar took over. Fuckhole's eyes glazed over. Her body trembled as lust crossed over her face and all the fear melted away. In her mind's eye, it looked like a blanket had been wrapped around the raw emotions and muted them, they faded into a dull flicker of fear. The glow of acidic lust rose up, coursing though Fuckhole's thoughts as she started to masturbate at the thought of being cropped.

At the same time, Tabitha's emotions rose up. The growing hope and joy at Fuckhole's terror turned to a disappointed sadness. Tabitha looked away with a glare.

Merrie realized that she had just ruined Tabitha hope for another chase. It would have been a short one; she somehow knew that Fuckhole didn't have the ability to break through the collar like Merrie did, but even that little flicker of terror had given Tabitha something.

She let out a whimper as she lowered to the ground. She felt shamed for the unconscious act to comfort Fuckhole. In helping the bitch, she hurt the mistress. She was torn between which one she was suppose to serve.

Tabitha stretched. “Okay, I think it is time. Useless Cunt?”

Useless Cunt let out a long, shuddering breath. The smell of her excitement teased the air; she was getting horny at the thought of being torn apart.

“Come on, let's go for a walk.”

Useless Cunt set down her dish and hurried over to Tabitha to join her. She was eager, almost excited, where Merrie knew that Tabitha needed fear and terror.

Merrie felt the burning desire to make amends for what she did, even if Tabitha didn't know what happened. Holding her breath, Merrie closed her eyes. She plucked through her own emotions as she found the memory of the terror she felt. She tried to gather all the events from the day before: running through the woods while clutching her bleeding stump, the moment when she broke her collar, and even that heart-stopping pounding right before Merrie stabbed Tabitha in the eye.

In her mind, it felt like thick mud as she tried to gather them together. If she threw them all at once, she risked breaking Useless' collar. But, if she could somehow push those emotions over time, it would help counter the effects of the collar's magic and give Tabitha what she desperately craved.

Merrie knew she was somehow doing magic, but she didn't have spells or the knowledge to do it. She felt despair as she watched the two heading out of the cave. Then, a flash of insight came to her. She pictured a clock counting down the minutes. She took the thick emotions of fear and pressed them into the tick marks. A little at first and then larger globs as the hour passed by. She didn't know if it would work but she had to try; part of her knew that it was just a silly imagination, a trick of her mind.

She imagined the clock hanging over Useless' head. She could almost see it, a large ornate clock like the one she used to look at when she was growing up. The second hand circled around and the minute clicked into place over the first glob of emotion.

Useless jerked as the minute hand stopped. There was a brief tension in her body. Sweat prickled her brow as she looked back at Merrie with growing fear in her eyes.

In front of her, Tabitha froze and spun around. There was a glare on her face, but it quickly faded into a curious expression. Her gaze rose up above Useless' head. For a moment, nothing happened. Then a slow smile crossed the silfae's face.

She leaned to the side and looked directly at Merrie. Merrie felt an uncomfortable sensation at the intensity of emotions burning in Tabitha's eyes, but then the silfae nodded and she spoke as if it happened every day.

“Good pet.”

Merrie's response to her words were as if the collar still worked. A shiver of pleasure coursed through Merrie's body and she felt it gathering in her pussy. She had done something, something that Tabitha could see. It wasn't her imagination. It wasn't an idle fantasy. She had done magic.

Tabitha turned on her heels. “Come on, pathetic bitch, let's see how fast you can run.”

Merrie couldn't help smiling as she watched the shadows of Tabitha and Useless Cunt as they headed to the house. Satisfied, she headed back to her bowl to finish her breakfast.

Dixie blocked her way. The tiny little man was staring at her as he reached out and pushed the bowl over. It splattered across the floor. Tendrils of stew flowed back toward the heath and sizzled as it touched the heated stone.

Merrie whimpered and gave him a hurt look. She tried to crawl around him, but Dixie took a step to the side to block her again. She whimpered again.

Dixie lowered himself to the ground as a glare crossed his face. It was an angry look and his eyes grew an intense azure blue. His lips pulled back and exposed his bright white teeth. A deep, rumbling growl shook in his chest.

Merrie froze, her arm held in the air. She didn't know what Dixie was doing, but she could feel the anger gathering around him. It was a choking cloud of dislike; it wasn't hatred but something softer, almost as if he had something to prove. It reminded her of the same thing Sable did, when she snapped at Merrie, but Dixie wasn't protecting Tabitha or Bass. It was just him, her, and Fuckhole in the cave.

She took a step back, balancing on her knees. She was afraid because she didn't know what Dixie wanted.

He took a step forward, the growl growing deeper. His toes dug into the ground and then he surged forward.

Merrie let out a shriek as she tried to back away, but Dixie slammed into her.

His hands grabbed her shoulders and he shoved forward.

Merrie was thrown on her back and the impact drove the air from her lungs. She gasped at the suddenness and stared up at the burning eyes of the tiny little man. He crawled up on her body, his fingers digging painfully into her breasts as he positioned himself on her head and sat down right on her face. His cock and balls ground into her nose and eyes as he settled into place.

With a start, Merrie realized what he was doing. He was exerting his dominance. She could feel his satisfied emotions filling him as he wiggled his ass into her face, grinding his crack against her nose. She could smell his body up close and almost choked on it.

Merrie slumped back and tried not to fight it. There was something in Dixie that wanted to prove her was better. She wondered if it was because she managed to use magic, or that Tabitha called her pet.

A few seconds later, Dixie crawled off her. Merrie scrambled to her hands and knees, then froze as he growled again. He wasn't done.

Reaching with her mind, she could feel that he wasn't satisfied with just sitting on her face. He wanted more from her, to prove himself beyond a doubt.

Merrie shivered with the hunger she felt inside him. It mixed with the jealousy and the anger, turning into an ugly choking cloud that gathered around his body. She stared at his face and felt fear coursing through her veins.

He wasn't playing like Sable. It wasn't the playful dominance or even the firm guiding hand. This was revenge and it shook her to the core.

Merrie backed away and he stalked after her. His growl shook the room as he chased her slowly, relishing the fear that continued to rise inside her. From her vantage point, she could see he was growing hard, his tiny dick at full mast and leaving droplets behind as they circled around Tabitha's sleeping depression.

Dixie surged forward again. Merrie let out a shriek. Their bodies hit as he bit down on her shoulder, his teeth piercing skin. The impact threw them back toward the fires and Merrie wrenched around to avoid burning herself. Her collar dug into her skin as Dixie scrambled on top of her and bit down again, his teeth bright red from her blood.

Desperate, Merrie screamed out. “No!”

The collar sparked and electricity slammed into her. Every muscle in her body tightened as is arced over to Dixie. His teeth scraped against bone as he clamped down harder. His hands tore into her breasts, squeezing as the spasms of magic crashed into him.

She couldn't breathe as she flopped on the ground. She recovered quickly and scrambled to her knees. Still backing up, she could see her hair slowly sinking back down after standing on its end.

Dixie shook himself. Then suddenly she was staring at his burning azure eyes. Instead of discouraging him, somehow her cry had added to his anger. He pulled back his lips to snarl. The connection between him and Tabitha suddenly grew visible as a pulse of power coursed down it.

Merrie felt dread as she felt the power gathering around him. It crackled the air. A moment later, the energy came back and poured into him. His body shifted and grew, swelling into the massive wolf-like creature form. The constant growl grew louder.

Next to her, Fuckhole let out a cry and flung herself into the niche. Her fear was palatable as Dixie's hatred.

Merrie couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She had to defend herself against so much hatred, but she had no weapons. She pictured herself hitting him, or using the collar again. Her breath quickened as the seconds stretched past.

Dixie charged. The wolf jumped over the center sleeping area. His teeth clamped down on the end of her right arm as he hit her, throwing her back.

Panicked, Merrie screamed out again to set off her collar. “Stop!”

As the electricity slammed into her, she felt every muscle spasm again. Dixie's teeth bore down and she felt a crunch of bone breaking. But as she writhed on the ground from the effects of the collar, Dixie seemed untouched by it.

He flipped his head over, using her broken arm as a lever and threw her face-down into the ground. Merrie couldn't move in the seconds after her collar went off, but she felt his teeth clamp down on the back of her neck, pulling her up and throwing her against the sleeping niche that Fuckhole cowered into.

Just as she was regaining control of her body, Dixie slammed into her from behind. His cock, huge and swollen, jammed at her ass as he clamped down with his fore-paws around her hips. He thrust forward, trying to find some hole to fuck. His jaws released her neck as he shoved down; the tip of his cock scraped against her pussy and got caught on the fold of her sex right above her clitoris. He drove forward and she cried out as it popped out and he tore his swollen dog cock down the entire length of her pussy.

Merrie pushed at the wall digging into her breasts. Her severed arms skittered uselessly against the stone and she sobbed as she tried to escape. As Dixie continued to try fucking her, she lashed out with her mind.

It had no effect in the storm of emotions that burned inside him. He tried to thrust again, the claws on his paws digging into her skin. His cock thrust forward again but missed. It left a wet smear against her spine as she felt his length measured against her body. He was almost as long as Bass, but where she hungered for Bass' cock, she feared Dixie's.

Suddenly, a bowl crashed down on Dixie's head. Stew splattered down his body and the hot liquid splashed down on Merrie's back. She looked up to see Fuckhole shaking as she knelt in front Merrie with empty hands. Her fear was already fading from the collar's magic, but there was a kinship, a desire to protect Merrie.

Dixie growled as he lifted one paw on the edge of the niche. Merrie momentarily forgotten, he crawled over Merrie's prone form as he got into the niche.

Merrie couldn't move as she felt her regeneration charm finish healing the broken arm. There was a sickening crunch as the bone set itself back into place and sealed the fracture. She was helpless to do anything besides watch.

Fuckhole sobbed and backed away. Her eyes were wild with fright as the massive wolf came after her.

Dixie's cock smacked into the side of Merrie's head as he got fully into the niche. His form blocked the entrance as he snarled at her.

Fuckhole's emotions spiked and for a moment, the collar looked like it was going to crack. Her entire body shook with her sobs as she flailed back, trying to push her back through the stone wall to escape. A hot stream of urine poured down her legs as she sobbed in fright.

Merrie stared up and felt a flash of anger. Dixie had no right to terrify the bitch. She didn't know what to do, so she did the first thing that came to her. She pulled back and punched Dixie in the balls. It hit him with a dull thud and he let out a gasp. She punched him again and again, trying to force him to stop.

Dixie snapped at her arm and she pulled back. Scrambling on her knees, Merrie backed away as Dixie spun around in the niche. His snarl filled the room and Merrie felt her heard pounding in her chest.

There was no question about it, he was going to hurt her.

Merrie prepared herself to defend herself. But, when he jumped off the niche, she was surprised and barely got her hands up to defend her before he slammed into her. He shoved one arm aside and snapped at her throat. She managed to smack him, but her arm hit the hard bone of his skull.

Before she could move, Dixie threw her other arm aside and bit down on her breast. Agony slammed into her as she felt the teeth punching into the delicate flesh. She let out a high-pitched scream as she tried to pry him off, but she couldn't get a grip with the blunt ends of her arms. She couldn't stop him.

Tears pouring down her cheeks, she tried kneeing him in the neck, but her knee just impacted with the hard bone of his ribs.

Dixie didn't even budge.

He let go of her breast and tossed her aside.

Merrie hit the ground and rolled over. As he rushed forward, she tried to hit him again, but he just shoved her arm away and bit down on her thigh. Blood spurted out even as the healing magic spread over Merrie's body, healing it as fast as he was biting her.

She tried to hit him again, but he just shoved her arm or leg away and bit down. It became a rhythm. Her useless attack was followed by a bright pain of a bite. Her body glowed yellow-green as the healing magic filled her from the inside. Even thought it left her skin unblemished, the magic didn't stop the pain or the sheen of blood that covered her body.

The attack went on forever as Dixie's anger raged around her. She kept trying to defend herself, to stop his attack. One swing caught him in the side of the head, near his eye. He snapped out and caught her arm with his teeth. As it dug in, she screamed out reflexively. “Stop!”

The collar burst into light and her world turned into a flash of agony. Muscles tore as she felt it slamming into her. She couldn't move, she couldn't breath.

Dixie was untouched by the power. He yanked her arm to the other side and Merrie was flipped over on her stomach. Her weight crushed her breasts into the ground.

She was stills struggling to breathe when she felt his furry paws grab her hips and haul her to her knees. His cock thrust forward, smacking wetly against her buttocks. It caught in her hole.

The world slowed down as Dixie's fierce joy crashed into her.

Merrie gaped as she tried to regain her body, but there was nothing as he shoved forward. His cock tore into her ass with no foreplay or tenderness. It was just a brutal rape as she felt the slick member tearing into her dry ass. It punched deep in the first thrust. It had a blunt tip but swelled up in the middle.

As it ripped her open, Merrie let out a scream of pain.

He didn't pull back, but she felt his muscle bunch up. With another thrust, he shoved his wolf cock deep into her rectum, right up to the swollen knot at his base. It was huge as it smacked into her straining anal ring.

Dixie's paws dug into her side and he jammed it forward. Powerful muscles shoved his knot against her tortured ring. It couldn't stretch wide enough but the flash of pain coursed through her.

Merrie cried out again, but it only encouraged Dixie. He pounded into her, his cock buried deep in her ass and his knot punching against her sphincter.

He growled as he continued to rape her. His furry hips driving into her ass as she felt the knot pounding for entrance. Magic gathered around him and she was dimly aware of a pulse of energy going through his connection to Tabitha. She dreaded what would happen next.

It came back and his body rippled. She felt him growing larger, his cock swelling inside her depths and stretching her insides. Pain filled her as the knot continued to grow larger, but when he thrust forward, her entire body jerked with his increased stretched.

Merrie pawed at the ground, her legs and arms useless.

He slammed into her, each thrust a punch into her ass. She felt the ring tearing from the impact. And then, with a flash of agony that blinded her, it tore through the ring and she felt the cock bury deep inside her.

She let out a scream of agony as she felt it lodged inside her guts. The magic of her collar flashed yellow green. With terrifying clarity, she felt the healing magic repairing her damaged sphincter, tightening it up with Dixie's knot caught inside.

Dixie began to thrust. His entire body shoved her forward as he tore into her. His cock was a swollen brand inside her guts, searing her as he jerked forward.

And then, through all the pain and agony, she heard it.

(I'm the fucking alpha!)

He thrust forward hard and she was dragged along.

(You are my bitch!) Dixie's voice echoed in her head as he slammed his cock deep into her again.

(I am better than you!)

He continued to rage at her, thrusting with every thought that echoed through her mind.

Merrie sobbed as he fucked her, raped her. She could feel him venting his anger and jealousy into her. There was so much bitterness and hatred in him and he seemed to be trying to punch it into her body.

The magic healing was her curse as it sealed over her wounds. When it worked to heal the damage to her ass, it felt as if it was molding her rectum and intestines around his cock, forming a tight glove for him to tear into.

Dixie continued to pound her for an eternity before he finally reached an orgasm. Merrie froze as she felt his huge cock swelling and then the hard jet of his cum flooding her guts. He came again and again, swelling her belly from the volume of cum he poured into her insides.

She sobbed as the pressure built inside her but there was nothing, utterly nothing she could do. She slumped to the ground and felt satisfaction radiate from Dixie. Burying her face into the hard-packed ground, she waited from him to withdraw, desperately wanting him out of her body.

He tried once, but the knot sealed them together. It prevented his cum from escaping either and the pressure added to the shame, humiliation, and pain she felt.

Dixie loomed over her, panting with his efforts. The minutes passed as he held it there, relishing in her discomfort. She could feel his emotions with their close connection, the need to prove himself and the jealousy he felt toward her.

And she was helpless to stop it. Every thing she could do to defend herself ended with abject failure. He toyed with her when he could have taken her at any time. No matter how much she had punched and flailed at him, he took it. Even using the collar, which worked the first time, was useless.

Merrie started to cry. The pleasure that came with being helpless came with a price.

She stopped in mid-sob as she felt him growing harder. Dixie was suddenly interested in her again. He shifted back into place as he hooked his paws around her hips and pulled her back up.

He gave a test thrust. It sent a flash through her stuffed guts and a slosh of his cum that filled her. A flash of joy rose up and he began to pound back into her.

(You're my bitch and don't you forget it.)