The mill yard had changed since the last time she looked around. It was the same and yet different. The side of the great hall had been repaired and the new wood almost glowed in the faint light of dawn. The shattered remains of the wall were stacked up by the gate, ready to be carried off for some other purpose.
Maddy's wagon no longer sat at the entrance. Instead, the two wagons that were used to deliver her and the other bitches to the mill were lined up with the back doors open. The painted signs on the side were a stark reminder of her first day. She remembered being fucked on the ground in front of everyone and a bubbling heat ignited inside her.
It took a moment to realize what the wagons meant. She was leaving. More had happened in six weeks of her life than twenty-three years of what she called living. The insignificant life she had before, the dazed existence, was gone. She had become something more, a woman ruled by pleasure but happier than she had ever been. Even in the stillness of morning, the emptiness left by Fucker leaving her, and the hollow dread from Haviston's metal abuse, she felt more alive than ever before.
A shiver ran down her spine and her tail wagged in response. Wet globs of cum rolled off her body and dripped off her ears and tail. She froze as she realize that her ears were different. They were longer and the buzz of waking insects was louder. She reached up to the dog-like wedges that stood out from her head. They were sensitive but dropping from the weight of Fucker's orgasms. She gasped in surprise. She smiled as she rubbed them, feeling the new nerves transmitting unknown pleasures straight down into her gut.
She reached up with her other hand, but stopped when she caught sight of people standing just outside a circle of mud and cum: her trainers, the masters.
Bass stood in the center, his large form a blot of darkness in the dim light. His crossed arms were tense but she could sense that his wariness and discomfort wasn't directed toward her.
At his feet, Sable sat with the same thoughts in her mind, but there was also hope in the alpha's mind. Merrie felt comforted by the presence of her and Dixie sitting next to her. She sent a tentative wave of warm feelings to them and both of them began to wag their own tails. Sable smiled and sat up to beg, pushing her large breasts up as she panted.
Tabitha was naked as she paced back and forth behind Bass and the alphas. She gave Merrie a glance and the briefest of smiles crossed her face before she resumed her muttering and pacing. Her feet stretched over the gouges in the ground. Part of the fence was shattered and burned with an unnatural magenta flame. Something had twisted a wheelbarrow around a tree and the fence around the dog houses and peeing area was twisted off and hanging from the top of the porch.
(It is remarkable,) Haviston projected in a dead-panned thought, (how much they all want to keep you and yet are anxious to see you gone. The problem with having feelings is the lack of clarity in life. And all of them suffer from an abundance of emotions.)
Merrie started to look at the man in front of her, but she stopped when she saw Fucker snoring on the ground in a puddle of his own cum. His cock, his gloriously hard shaft, stood straight up like a flag pole. Precum dribbled down the shaft and pooled on his hard-muscled stomach. She knew his length from feel, not sight, and she squeezed her muscles with the desire to have it once again inside her. Part of her wanted to crawl over and impale herself until he woke.
(He won't wake up until I make him. Pay attention what's important.)
Merrie tore her gaze away from Fucker as Haviston stood up. She peered up at him expecting to see her grandfather, but Haviston was nothing like the memory that just raped her. He was short, barely a meter and a half in height. He had a beard that ended in a point so sharp she wondered if it could pierce wood. His hair was close-cropped, a buzz cut, but his eyes caught her attention. One was bright and clear, but she couldn't identify the color. The other was milky and formed the center point of a scar that ran from his right ear to the top of his head.
Haviston looked away from her as he shook his robe to clear the muck from his knees. His robe was thin and wrapped around his entire body with a red rope tying it shut. She caught sight of some symbol on his right shoulder. (The scar is from my fight with Bassimar Sormo and a present from his goddess to remind me that using people for my own personal toys is not considered acceptable behavior,) he smirked, (in polite company. Lemitri is a hypocrite, of course, but she's a goddess. It is also rude to stare.)
She blushed and looked away.
He stepped forward. “She will not be bonded for the next day at least.” Even though she knew it wasn't her grandfather, she expected to hear the voice from her memories. Instead, Haviston had a smooth, cultured voice that hinted of upper society. He spoke in a monotone, almost a tedious voice that reminded her instantly of the bored instructors in school.
Bass unfolded his arms. “Excuse me if I don't just trust you.”
“Why should you? By your own declaration, I'm evil.” The hint of emotion rose up in his voice. “How would you like me to prove that Rendi Kivas sent a competent person to resolve your problem.”
“Only for a year and a day,” snapped Tabitha as she kicked a flaming bucket.
He lifted his attention to her. “I relish every minute, my dear, that I'm in your presence.”
Tabitha and Dixie growled and Merrie felt Haviston's amusement.
Bass stepped back and gestured to a dry spot in the yard. “Bitches.”
Sable was already moving, bounding to the location. She spun around and plopped her rear on the ground. Her tail wagged back and forth as she made a come-hither gesture to Merrie.
Feeling a sense of relief, Merrie crawled through the muck and on the hard ground. More cum poured off her body, splattering on the ground with wet smacks. She shook her body to clear off as much as she could.
Haviston stepped back to avoid getting hit.
Dixie was already in position by the time Merrie took her place between them. She settled down in place and looked up at Bass. Her heart beat faster as she looked at him, seeing his emotions bare in her mind. He was scared and sad and angry at the same time. The anger was directed not at her and only partially at Haviston, but to Merrie's surprise, much of it was aimed toward Rendi.
“Commands,” Bass said in a deep voice. “I give them, you obey.”
Haviston snorted. At Bass' glare, he held up his hands. “She's well trained at this point, Bassimar Sormo. Just give the orders.”
“You'll know what happens-”
“Yes, if she bonds,” he sounded bored in his monotone voice, “My precious life is forfeit. I'm capable of remembering more than a few minutes. I also know that Borias Kivas is not out here, so you don't have to worry about any Abbinkey geas. Now, if you would please cause her to trigger the bonding process so I can stop listening to you and Tabitha of the Marlis Holt threatening my life every few minutes.”
Tabitha stopped. “Don't call me that.”
“Okay… dear.”
For a moment, Tabitha snarled silently. She spun on her heels and resumed pacing.
Merrie watched with interest. She pictured Tabitha in an apron again, cooking for Haviston. The absurdity of the scene brought a smile to her lips. But then she felt Bass relaxing his mental defenses. The emotions grew stronger and more intense, like standing next to a bonfire. She could sense the images stirring in his head, the interplay of his and Sable's thoughts, the regret and promises that bound his life and gave him power.
(Present.) It was the first command.
Merrie spun around and plastered her face against the cool ground. The other two alphas did the same, but they weren't reaching out for her with their minds. They were wary themselves, afraid. It saddened Merrie but she knew they were afraid of bonding just as she was.
Bass never spoke but the next command came across. (Roll over.)
She obeyed the command, then the next one. They came after and she obeyed, moving with the other alphas with a snap of their bodies. Except for the faint buzz of insects, there was just sound of three naked bodies hitting the ground and rolling over. The summer breeze against her cum-slicked skin and her naked pussy brought a heat to her loins. She welcomed it, hungering for the pleasure that came with every command she obeyed.
And then something changed. It was a command, beg, but it came on a wall of presence, a power that radiated from Bass. He drew her attention in with every shred of her consciousness. She could feel his very being dominating her thoughts. She couldn't disobey even if she wanted to. A slick heat grew in her pussy as she threw herself into a begging position. She tried to beat Sable, but the alpha was already there, lips parted with lust as she looked at her master.
The next command came and so did the raw force of his charisma. She had to obey, she couldn't stop. Her body ached with the need to move faster, to snap into position. She wanted him, needed him with every fiber of her being.
And her skin began to tingle.
On both sides, the alphas inhaled sharply and a tension filled the yard. They were preparing to bite down on her. To the side, Tabitha began to glow with magic as the energy gathered around in a cloud of power.
(Borias Kivas did not mention you were capable of sensing magic.)
Another command from Bass slammed into her. She spread her legs and brought her wrists up to her collar. A heat poured through her pussy, connecting her clitoris to her nipples as she gave a strong bark in response. It was mirrored by Sable but Dixie was no longer obeying the commands. She glanced over to see him watching her warily, powering gathering as he prepared to transform.
The tingling grew harder and the sensation of reaching out coursed through her veins. It tugged at her soul and pulled at her emotions. She was reaching out for Bass. But there was no ghostly leash reaching out for her. She was trying to bond, but the connection wouldn't form. She could feel it stretching out, emptying out, but instead of reaching into Bass' soul, she could feel it stretching out across fields of green. It was the memory of her grandfather's lands. Somehow, her bond was still in those dreams even if she wasn't.
To the other side, Haviston let out his held breath.
Bass' presence slammed into her again, commanding her but finally, he said a word. “Present.”
Merrie was the only one who obeyed. She spun around and spread her legs. Exposed herself to the trainers at the mill. Her lips peeled apart from the cum that clung to her skin and she felt the summer dawn against her pussy, the first hints of heat spearing across the horizon.
They were all looking at her. For the briefest moment, she was the center of the world. Her body grew hot and slick with the force of their attention.
And then the moment was gone.
Bass grunted and his presence faded. He shifted away, but Merrie remained in her position, breast crushed to the ground. Cum dripped down her face and splattered against the earth along her nose. She took in a deep breath, wishing he was kneeling between her legs.
Sable kissed her shoulder with a mental hug. A moment later, she wrap her shortened arms around Merrie and pulled Merrie into a kiss. (I was worried about you. And I missed you.)
Merrie looked into Sable's brown eyes. (Me?)
(Yes, you,) Sable kissed her nose, then lowered her mouth to catch Merrie's lips against her own. (You've been fucked solid for almost two weeks now. We tried to watch you but you were-)
An image came flashing by. It was Merrie being held by Fucker. He had one hand wrapped around her head as he fucked her face. The other was aimed to the side, her pussy unimportant to the huge, cow-like beast. She was a rag-doll in his arms, nothing but a hole to fuck.
Merrie shivered at the image, her body growing hot with excitement. She wanted him again, to be dominated and used. Her gaze drifted to the still snoring Fucker.
(We'll get you cleaned up,) Sable thought with a kiss. (My master just has to say a few more things. Go ahead and turn around.)
Merrie hesitated but then turned around. She sat down to look at the trainers.
“Haviston.” Bass looked unhappy.
“Yes?” said the psion with a bored wave of his hand.
“You can stay but you need to kept out the heads of anyone who isn't a bitch.”
“Of course. I'm not allowed to dominate anyone and you know that. I'm quite fond of my internal organs in their current position.”
“And,” snarled Tabitha, “if I find myself holding a frying pan one time, I'm going to kill you.”
Haviston smirked. “And an apron? You were quite-”
“I will kill you, rape your corpse, raise it, and kill you again.”
“I am terrified beyond all comprehension,” Haviston said in a monotone. He turned back to Bass. “I'll take Grange Possin's room.”
Bass opened his mouth to say something, but Haviston continued.
"I have no desire to take his place, but he has slightly larger space than Thorn Kloy's room. Borias Kivas will not move from the basement because of the smell and his obsession with liquid drugs. I will not touch Rendi Kivas' room with a three meter pole. And, I have no desire to bed with Tabitha since I don't find gnawing on my testicles to be at least pleasurable. Therefore, I will take Grange Possin's room."
Bass closed his mouth with a snap. Then he grunted. “Haviston, I'm in charge here. Don't forget-”
“Yes, but you were going to give me his room anyways. It is early. I didn't get to screw with anyone. Therefore, I want to take my excessive possessions,” he pointed to a small bag sitting in a magenta fire, “and then help you get through this tedious county fair that has become the center of your world. I'm not interested in money, power, or anything else. I do not need shares or payment. I am here only because Rendi Kivas owns a year and a day of my life. I want it to be over as pleasantly as possible.”
In the silence that followed, Haviston strolled over to his bag and picked it up. The flames snuffed out instantly. He headed up into the house as if he owned the place.
As soon as the door shut, Tabitha stormed over. “Why did she,” she growl, “bring him here!? I hate that man.”
Bass sighed and shook his head. “Because despite having to leave, Rendi still is looking out for us. Just like she has for most of my life. She just has to do it through a proxy and I bet he was the only one she had influence over to force him here in time. He was a teacher halfway across the country which means she hurried to get to him.”
“Ancestors, she is frustrating.”
“Yes,” Bass chuckled as he shook his head, “but we knew that already, didn't we?”
Tabitha growled but said nothing.
Bass turned around to look at Merrie, then back to Tabitha. “I'm going to clean up Merrie. We have an hour or so before we need to pack them up. Why don't you sleep or take a run?”
Tabitha rolled her eyes. “You're going to fuck her now?”
Bass chuckled. “She's covered in enough cum to float the fair. We won't be able to sell her that way and you know it. And, yes, if she is safe, I'm going to enjoy her one last time. Besides,” he glanced at Sable, “I have some things I have to say.”
Merrie squirmed at his casual words. She was going to be sold like a common dog, but she knew she wasn't one. She was special, one in a million, and there was no doubt that everyone would know it. She felt like a princess–a slutty one–going to her doom. She peeked over at Sable who smiled at her. (Is it bad? Being sold?)
Sable smiled and kissed her on the nose, then tilted her head so their lips pressed together. (It was scary but I was so excited. There is a rush when you get up on that block. We didn't know what would happen, but seeing the bidding started, it was a rush. When I was bought by Count Rakin-) her thoughts stopped instantly. A moment later, she gave Merrie a false smile and kissed her again.
Tabitha waved her hand. “You're pathetic. Dixie.”
Dixie perked up even as the power grew around him.
“Start running.”
He made a dramatic sigh. Power coursed between him and his mistress. As it rushed back, it hit him and he transformed into a deer once again. He pawed the ground once and charged out into the fields.
A wolf bounded after him, glowing with the fading remains of her transformation magic.
Merrie watched as they disappeared into the woods. Her heart felt heavy as she watched the treeline for a long moment. Slowly, she turned back to Sable. (I'm going to miss them.)
Sable brushed her lips along Merrie's shoulder, ignoring the drying cum. (I know. We're all going to miss you. You've brought a lot of joy and life to this mill.)
“Come on, girl, let's get you cleaned up.” The thriban's voice was almost a comfort. He was standing in front of her. As her eyes met with his yellowed gaze, he gestured to the house.
Merrie barked and crawled after him, trying to memorize each step up the porch. She wouldn't be passing across it many more times and she didn't want to forget anything. Tears burned her eyes as she reached the top. Bass' fingers grasped her iron collar, tugging it against her throat and sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. She crawled across the threshold and felt the wards tingle along her skin.
Bass started up the stairs, his boots thumping on every step. The sound echoed in the almost silent mill house. He didn't look back to see if she was following. He didn't have to.
Merrie crawled up the stairs. The hard, carpeted steps were harsh against the ends of her wrists and her knees. She had gone up and down them more than a few times while being trained, but the time with Fucker had erased the little details. She was experiencing them for the first time and she found her heartbeat speeding up.
She was going to be fucked. Her pussy grew wet with anticipation. It was a hunger inside, not only for the sex, but also because she had fallen for Bass. She knew she couldn't bond with him, but the idea of just a few more stolen minutes on his cock hovered in her mind.
Merrie paused at the spot where she first accidentally broke her collar and was sobbing. With a smile, she rubbed her wrist against the step Borias comforted her.
(That was the first time, wasn't it?) Sable's thoughts were warm.
Merrie looked up, surprised that there were tears forming in her eyes. She nodded to the alpha. (Yes.)
Sable crawled closer. Her breath was hot against Merrie's soaked skin. She kissed Merrie on the shoulder, then neck, then up to her lips. (You were always special, you know.)
Merrie couldn't come up with the words. She just let Sable feel the storm of emotions inside her: fear, anticipation, sorrow. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to be a bitch at the mill forever. At the same time, she was ready for something new, to finally have that aching spot in her soul filled by someone, anyone.
Sable sniffed as tears formed in her own eyes. She kissed Merrie again, soft lips against her own. (I'm going to miss you so much.)
A tear ran down Merrie's cheek.
Sable broke the kiss and gestured up to where Bass waited for them at the top of the stairs. (Come on, you need a bath.)
Merrie giggled and finished climbing the stairs. Together with Sable, they crawled down the hall to the door to Bass' room. There, she begged until he opened the door and she entered his room for the last time.
It was dim. A pile of bitches were on the pillows in a tangle of amputated legs and arms. Cock Diver's ass was in the air as she lapped at Seven's cock with the slow movement of a half-sleeping bitch. Pillow Tits was sprawled out across three other bitches and there were arms holding her breasts tightly and her legs parted.
Ass Licker was on the bed, her head sticking over the edge. She had fur over her entire body and two triangular ears. Her mouth was open. As the door creaked open, Licker's eyes opened slowly and came into focus. A shiver of power ran along her body, a yellow shot with red. It lit up a line that highlighted her tiny breasts, narrow hips, before fading at her toes. Behind the transformation energy, the fur had disappeared to leave her as hairless as the day she was born.
With a yawn, Ass Licker opened her mouth widely and closed her eyes.
Bass tapped Merrie's head and pointed to the bathroom.
The bathroom was pitch black as she crawled into it. Memories of the first night came back, welling up against her will. She relived the first time she was in there, stealing a chance to go the bathroom before Bass reminded her of her true place in the world, at his knees with his cock in her throat. She shivered at the memory, the heat filling her until sweat prickled her skin. She stopped near the tub and begged.
(Everything changes on that last day, doesn't it?) Sable joined her in the dark. The dim light of the bedroom speared into the room. She brushed against Merrie as she also got into the begging position.
(Is this,) the tears were hard to fight back, (like it was for you?)
Sadness filled Sable. (Yes and no. I remember the dread I felt. The very idea of being apart from my master was tearing me apart. He didn't want to let me go, but he had to. And every passing second was worse than the other. I almost didn't make it out the front door.)
Sable was clutching to the bottom railing of the stairs with her short arm. It would have been nothing for her master to pluck her off, but he was fighting back his own tears. His thoughts were bright in her mind, the regret warring with the need for Sable to move on. He couldn't fall in love, Lemitri would never allow it.
Tabitha let out a disgusted noise as she grabbed Sable by her hair and yanked her from the stairs. “Move, you stupid bitch!” With another brutal thrust, she threw Sable through the door to join with the other bitches already lining up to get on the wagons. The iron collar reacted with the ward and pain coursed along Sable's body as she hit the ground with a thump.
Merrie gasped at the memory. (You were bonded then. How could he let you go?)
Wry amusement. (We didn't know. My master, none of the people here, knew what it was like to have someone like us. He is so used to falling in love with every girl who gets on his bed, that my master didn't think it was anything more than puppy love. When Kessler told my master I was an alpha, it just seemed like something to make more money. It never occurred to either of us that what I felt, what I had become, was irrevocable.)
Bass entered the room and shut the door. He chuckled briefly, then whispered the command to cause the lights to brighten. “No reason to wake them up. It is going to be a busy day as it is.”
Merrie wagged her tail, her skin prickling from the drying cum and the sweat from the heat inside her. She couldn't wait for either her bath or the inevitable cock she would be impaled on. The thought of the hard shaft sliding into her aching pussy sent a wave of pleasure and she whimpered softly. (How did you come back to the mill?)
The sorrow rose up. Merrie tasted it like a bitter acid in her mouth. She fought back an empathetic response. (No, I'm sorry. You don't have to answer.)
(We all made mistakes. The consequences never go away.)
Bass reached pass Merrie and turned on the water. “Okay, girls, stop chatting where I can't hear you.”
Sable barked and wagged her own tail, her entire moving swinging into the movement.
With a smile, Merrie joined it, matching the swish back and forth. Her tail tapped against the side of the tub in quiet thumps.
“You are both,” he sighed happily, “so sexy. But, you,” he pointed to Merrie and she clamped down on the surge of heat in her pussy, “are disgusting right now.”
Merrie lowered her head and felt her new ears responding. It felt strange, like a tickle of sensation. Curious, she smiled and her ears perked up. With the cum dripping on them, she could feel them tugging on the side of her head as she alternated between smiling and pouting to flap them.
Bass laughed, a booming noise in the small room. He reached out and caught her left ear.
Merrie shivered at the intense sparkles of nerves she never felt before. When he rubbed his thumb along the ridge, a long stroke, it feel like he was stroking her slit from end to end. Moaning, she wiggled her hips as moisture gathered along her sex.
“I really don't like furries, you know, but these ears-” His thumb circled around to the bottom edge. She could hear his pulse through his hand but it was difficult through her own pounding heartbeat. “-these look good on you.”
Blushing, Merrie barked.
Bass dropped his large, gray hand to her breast. It make a squelching noise as he ran through the thick layer of cum to grab her nipple. With a twist, he sent a pulse of pleasure coursing through her body. “But, I like my bitches squeaky clean and,” his hand released to trail down her slimy stomach to her sex. She felt his fingertips along the stubble of her pubic area, “shaved.”
Stepping forward, he curled his fingers between her legs. Two thing fingers jammed deep in her pussy and she let out a moan of pleasure. He grabbed her collar with his other hand. As he picked her up, her weight shoved his fingers deep inside her and she was sure he would burn himself on the heat inside her. It hurt to be picked up by her pussy and collar, but the feeling of being nothing but a toy, a bitch, sent off an orgasm that ripped through her body.
She hit the water with a plop. It wasn't soapy, but the hot liquid felt good against her skin. She spread her legs until her knees braced against the side of the tub.
Bass released her and she slumped down, already missing the thick digits holding her in place. “Round one, get this crap off you.” He grabbed a pitcher from the sink and filled it up from the running water.
Merrie held herself as she vibrated with anticipation. She lifted her head as he held the pitcher over her breast, then poured it. The hot liquid sluiced off her body and he used his other hand to scrap off Fucker's cum. He got another pitcher full and did it again, and again.
She didn't need to be told to hold still, but the slick pleasure of water against her body, along with Bass' thick fingers, pushed her to the edge of an orgasm. She squirmed in the water, splashing it with her tail as she stared into his yellowed eyes.
He smiled as he wiped her off. The little touches against her flanks, thighs, shoulders. Every little thing became more intense with the heat of the water and the dread of losing it.
When he got to her face, he covered her eyes and splashed the water down. She breathed in the scent of his body, musky and powerful. It was mixed with the heady smell of Fucker's cum and hot water. She never wanted to forget it.
Bass finished and drained the tub. With the pitcher, he chased the last of the cum-streaked water down the drain before plugging it back up. With another chuckle, he turned the water back on.
Merrie watched it filling the tub around her. It was strange to be clean but she wanted more.
(You know you're going to get fucked in a moment,) sent Sable with a wry smile. She whimpered and bounced as she begged outside the tub.
Merrie caught hint of something else. Even though Sable's thoughts were cheerful and she was bouncing, there was something going back and forth between her and Bass. A conversation or something more that she couldn't sense. It was like the discussion before Grange showed up, but this time, she wasn't privy to the thoughts.
Bass reached down just like did with Merrie. One hand between Sable's legs, no doubt stuffed into her pussy, but the other grabbed one large breast. Thick fingers dug into the soft mound as he picked her up and deposited her in the tub next to Merrie.
Sable let out a happy bark and sidled up to Merrie, rubbing their breasts together as she wrapped her short, amputated arms around Merrie's neck. Her breath was hot against Merrie's face. (Both of us are going to get you this morning. I'm going to make you cum.)
(Good,) Merrie smiled and wrapped her arms around Sable's hips. She lifted one leg over Sable–it was easy when she was missing her foot–and slid forward until their bodies locked into place. The prickle of her pubic area ground against the smooth surface of Sable's sex. Even through the heat of the water, Sable felt like an inferno against Merrie's body.
(Lift yourself,) commanded Sable.
Merrie obeyed without question. She braced herself and pushed herself up as Bass slipped into the tub behind her. His thick legs slid underneath her. She lowered as soon as his feet moved past and let his legs slid down the length of her sex. She shivered at the sensations and let out a little whimper as she pushed over his knees, but then his thighs spread her legs widely apart.
Bass reached for her and wrapped his hands around her waist. Merrie looked down to see his large fingers wrapping almost completely around her body, his gray fingertips touching each other as he picked her out of the water.
Merrie whimpered as he pulled her back to his cock. The swollen head left a smear of precum down the line of her spine. Her tail smacked against his balls and she moaned again.
He picked her up, slowly drawing her body up. His cock head worked its way down her body. she felt it work into the crack of her ass. It caught on her tail for a moment before it thumped against her asshole.
Merrie let out a gasp as her body tightened. She needed him, wanted him. She pressed her shortened arms against his as she held herself still, waiting, ready.
Bass rested his arms and the pressure against her hole built up. The thick, swollen member ground against the tight opening and it parted obediently. After days of Fucker, it felt good as his slick shaft pushed into her body.
Whimpering, she squirmed in his arms. She couldn't control the speed and Bass was lowering her with agonizing slowness. She wanted him to drive into her, tear her open, but he was going too slow. She smiled as she remembered the last way she forced him inside.
“Don't you dare set off your collar,” warned Bass.
Merrie giggled, then clamped her mouth shut.
Sable sidled up closer. She clamped her mouth on Merrie's right nipple and sucked on it. She reached down with both arms, the shortened lengths ending at her elbows, and pressed them against Merrie's pussy. She rubbed along the aching slit as she nipped on Merrie's nipple.
Bass continued to ease Merrie down. The ridges along his length teased her stretched asshole and she mapped out each one against the ripples of pleasure. He kept on pushing her down, stuffing himself into her tight hole until his balls pressed up against her sex.
Merrie moaned at the pressure, hungering to be filled but also enjoying every moment it wasn't being ripped out of her. Fucker had dominated her with sheer brutality and speed, but Bass could do it with nothing more than filling her completely.
She clamped her inner muscles around him. She wanted him to never leave her body. Her insides couldn't keep him in any more than they could force the cock out of her, but the hardness buried in her rectum gave her all the pleasure she craved. She rocked back and forth, swirling it around inside her and sending more bolts of pleasure searing through her veins.
He released her but she was already seated fully on his cock. Bass' chest brushed against her back as he reached past her to pick up soap. With his breath tickling her neck, he soaped up his hands and then dropped them to her shoulder to start rubbing.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice was a rumble that vibrated up his cock.
She clenched in response, then pushed her body against Sable. The other alpha nipped at Merrie's breast. She left a trail of tiny bites along the side of Merrie's mound and up to her shoulder. As she leaned into Merrie, she continued to rub Merrie's clitoris with her arms, adding to the sense of being overwhelmed by pleasure.
And then without reason, Sable pulled back. Merrie saw a sad look on her face as she slipped down into the tub with a ripple of water.
Merrie reached out for her, but Bass's words stopped her.
“I knew that you were an alpha the day I kidnapped you.”
Merrie froze, his quiet words throwing her into a shock. The world spun around her as her breathing grew faster. Her eyes blurred for a moment as she gasped for air that refused to fill her lungs.
“It was a look, a hunger for something you never knew you needed. I could see it in your eyes, like a bitch in a cage desperate to escape. You were a shell of a woman, an empty vase I had to fill.”
She whimpered, reliving the moment she first caught sight of Bass. Inside her, his cock pulsed but she couldn't even regain enough control to grind down. She closed her eyes as lost herself in the pleasure of being held and spoken to.
“You are beautiful, Merrie. In the last six weeks, you have come out of that shell. You blossomed into… such a sexy bitch before our eyes. You lost your innocence, but I don't think you've ever been happier.”
His hands reached out to cup her breasts, squeezing them until the prickle of pain added to the pleasure. His fingertips ground into the soft mounds as he mauled her compassionately.
She stared down at his hands, his soapy, gray skin against the sun-tanned canvas of her body. She remembered the years of dieting and exercises. She struggled to conform to some ideal of beauty. She drank and partied, but it wasn't until she was forced on her knees that she knew she was looking for something. All the drugs and drink were a pale shadow to where she was now. Even the idea of working seemed to be just an empty placeholder in her life, something she was inflicted with instead of the insatiable hunger she felt know to be fucked and dominated.
Merrie looked up. Sable had pulled away completely. The look was still there: sorrow, regret. Her shoulders were slumped and she wouldn't look into Merrie's eyes. Reaching out, Merrie let her thoughts brush against Sable, but the older woman had pulled up her shields to protect her thoughts. Merrie knew she could break through, but decided not to. There were secrets she didn't need to know.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on Bass. With a smile, she got her legs in position and pulled her body up. The swollen cock slipped out of her ass, the ridges and veins sending tiny little pleasures coursing through her body. She eased it out until the swollen head bulged at the ring of her body. With a soft moan, she jammed herself down. His cock shoved deep in her body and she ground down until she felt the hard length driving up against her diaphragm. She loved the feeling of being stuffed from the inside, the way she couldn't bend over with something so hard and long inside her.
“Good girl,” whispered Bass, “you were always a good girl. Even in the wagon I knew you would obey. That is why I fucked you first, because whatever I did to you would just push you further down the path of being an alpha.”
She remembered that first lesson he gave her, forcing her to present in the middle of the dark yard. It was exhilarating even through the pain and humiliation.
“I knew that,” he said in a soft voice as he let his hands drop to her hips. “Sable knew that. We fought over you. She wanted me to keep you at arms length, just in case you bonded. I… I…” his hands curled over her hip and she leaned back into his cock.
Her hair brushed against his chest and his breath tickled her neck. “I wanted to let it happen.”
Merrie froze, her body tense. She felt a shiver coursing along her skin, a tingle of bonding rising up, but it wasn't trapped and helpless. She inhaled sharply and tilted her head back and look at him.
Bass had a sad smile on his face. “I wanted it to be an accident. If no one knew that you were an alpha, it wouldn't be my fault. Accidents happen. They did with Sable. It happens all the time as you gain powers. If I,” a large fat tear ran down his cheek, “kept pushing you, maybe it would happen and it would be too late.”
He sniffed and wiped his face, leaving a smear of soap on his cheek. “I almost lost Sable over you. Not in the fight with Grange… okay, with that fight. But, no, I almost lost her trust and love when I pushed you so hard.”
His eyes lifted up to look at Sable. Merrie followed his gaze.
Sable was on the far end of the tub and not looking at either of them. Instead, her eyes were locked on the edge of the tub with one arm on the edge. Soap and water glistened on her naked body as she panted for breath.
“I was so angry at her for telling Tabitha.”
Sable jerked as if Bass hit her.
Merrie reached out, but Sable shook her head. She didn't look at Merrie, but the alpha pushed back at Merrie's mental touch.
“She was right, though. If I let you bond, I could have ruined everything. No one has ever had two alphas, mares, or anything else Haviston calls a True Submissive. It took that moment of betrayal to point out that I might lose everything if you stayed here.”
Merrie sniffed, but she couldn't look away from Sable. There were tears on the alpha's face as she shuddered. She was scared and sad, broken-hearted. She reached out for Sable, but Bass caught her arms and pulled her back.
He tilted Merrie's chin back up so she was looking at him again. “Merrie. I'm not a great man. I made more mistakes than you can imagine. I've killed thousands in the name of a goddess who turned her back on me. I'm not smart, I'm not great, and I'm not good anymore. But, there is one thing I have. One absolute truth that I can't ever forget.” Bass leaned in to kiss her forehead. “I love Sable. I love her with my heart, my soul, and my body. And while I might fuck you and fall for you, in the end, my heart belongs to her.”
He kissed her again. “I love you, Merrie, but I love Sable more. And if I have to choose, I will pick my Sable over you every day for the rest of my life.”
It was the most painful rejection she had ever gotten. She knew it was coming. It was the same thing she heard a hundred times in the last week. Everything was to keep her out, but there was a small hope that Bass would keep her. But, to hear him whisper those words in a broken voice had a finality that stabbed her right in the heart.
(I-I'll leave you two alone.) Sable was almost in tears as she pulled herself out of the tub.
(Sable, no.)
(It's your last day,) Sable didn't look at her but a sparkle tears fell from her face, (enjoy getting fucked.)
(Don't go.)
Sable continued to crawl out. Merrie whimpered.
She was on her grandfather's lap once again, her bare legs spread with his legs between hers. His cock was buried in her ass as he held her down with one hand. With his other, he was drawing in the air. Strange symbols appeared at the tip of his finger, swimming in her vision.
"This is called a Second Chance. It's a weak pattern, but a good foundation for psionic learning. This is when you use it."
Merrie gasped as the image faded quickly. The signs didn't and she knew they were important to her right then and there. She brought them back to her mind and them came with an intense detail that paled everything else in compassion. As she drew them in a flash, she felt energy rolling through it. When the last symbol burned in her mind, there was a rush of power which ended with a pop.
Sable stopped half out of the tub, water dripping across her skin. She slid back into the water with a splash. It took less than a second. She shook her head and then reached back out.
(I'll leave you two alone.)
It was the same thought as before. Merrie frowned. (Sable, no.)
(It's your last-)
Merrie didn't let Sable repeat herself. With a wrench, she lunged to Sable. Bass' cock tore out of her ass. It was a flash of pleasure and pain. She pushed past it to wrap her body around Sable. (No, don't leave.)
Sable froze, her body trembling in Merrie's grip. Slowly, she turned to look at Merrie. (I-I'm sorry, Merrie. I had to do it.)
Merrie took a deep breath. “I love you both.”
Her collar ignited. Electricity shot through the water of the tub and arced up the walls. The world grew bright and painful, but Merrie clutched to Sable as they both spasmed through the pain that tore through their bodies. When it faded, she slumped against Sable. (Don't leave, Sable, please?)
Bass groaned. “I forgot how much lightning spells hurt.” And then a chuckle. “Though, I haven't been naked for one of them before.”
Merrie gave Sable a sheepish smile. (Oops.)
Sable stared for a moment in shock, then smirked. A few strands of hair stuck out at strange angles but the rest of it was plastered against her body. (I'm sorry-)
Merrie kissed her. (Because he's right, you're right. It hurts and I wish I could stay. But things will be… okay. I know they will but even if they aren't,) she thought about the hunger she felt for Grange's beating, (no matter what happens, I'm going to be okay.)
Sniffing, Sable nodded.
Merrie tilted her head and kissed her. (And I'm going to be gone soon, so I think you should just use your powers on me.)
Sable sent a wave of confusion.
Bringing up the memory, Merrie pushed it out.
Sable smiled and kissed her again, more forcefully. (I like to ride pretty bitches' faces and I'm a damn good fuck.)
Amusement rippled through Merrie's thoughts. She knew Sable didn't answer the question. (That isn't a power, Sable.)
(Really?) Another kiss. (I guess I haven't figured out my powers yet.)
Sable smiled. (That is my power, isn't it?)
(And,) Merrie stroked Sable's side as she felt her breath quickening with her thoughts, (I should be punished for setting off the collar. I did just electrocute your master.)
A slow smile crossed the alpha's face. She gave a nod, the only warning before Bass grabbed Merrie by the tail and yanked her back. Pain coursed up her spine, but it was silenced instantly when he grabbed her ass and slammed her down on his cock.
The thick member drove deep, filling her completely. He wasn't gentle this time as he slammed it home. With a grunt, he shoved her off his cock and yanked her back down. The ridges and bumps rippled against her nerves and she let out a gasp of pleasure.
Water splashed as Bass pulled Merrie to his chest and leaned back. His thigh pushed between her legs and spread them obscenely apart. He rammed hard into her, picking her completely out of the water as his cock punched into her guts.
She peeked down to see her belly swelling with every thrust of his cock in her guts. It outlined his entire length before he pulled out to slam it home again. She gasped at the intensity of his thrusts.
It hurt and it was ecstasy. She couldn't stop him, slow him, or do anything besides be dominated by his body. Bass released her hair to wrap his thick hand around her neck, squeezing to hold her in place as he pounded his cock into her body.
Sable's tongue caught Merrie's slit as she licked from her master's cock to Merrie's clitoris. A flash of orgasm slammed into Merrie, but Sable continued to lick up her body, nipping at the heaving breasts. Her short legs planted against Bass' thighs as she crawled on Merrie.
The large breasts teased Merrie's face for a moment, but Sable didn't stop until she was straddling Merrie's head. Merrie knew she had one arm planted against the wall behind the tub for balance and Bass held her up, but she couldn't see anything as the swollen pussy ground into her face.
Merrie breathed in the tangy sweet smell of the alpha. It was mixed with the soap and water. She opened her mouth to lap, but Bass was pounding her too hard for her to aim. Her face smacked against Sable's thighs and sex. The slap of flesh on flesh was deafening except when her new ears were pinned to her head by the impact.
Sable helped by slamming her down on Merrie's face. She pinned Merrie's head to Bass' chest and cut off her breath.
For a moment, Merrie was terrified of suffocating. Then she remembered the charms still around her neck. With a smile, she ignored the burning tickle in her lungs and focused on her real purpose in life. To bring Sable to an orgasm.
Bass' knot swelled inside her, like a fist stretching out her insides. As he pounded inside her, the ball-like hardness tore its way along her sphincter and insides. Each thrust jammed Merrie hard against Sable's pussy and she licked and sucked as hard as she could. She caught Sable's labia with her teeth and nipped down, enjoying the jerk, but Sable shoved down even harder as she flooded Merrie's mouth with liquid pleasure.
Blind and suffocating, Merrie came. She kept on coming, but the white-hot orgasms tearing through her body were unimportant. She clamped down on the cock tear through her ass and lapped harder until her tongue ached. She didn't exist for her own pleasure, but her master's.
Sable came first a scream that rippled through the mental field. Merrie grabbed it and magnified it. She threw it back at Sable and smiled as the new wave set the alpha off. With a sparkle, it crossed into Bass.
Deep inside Merrie's insides, his cock surged hotly and then jet after jet of cum poured into her. Bass groaned and clutched both of them, crushing them against his chest, as he emptied himself out into Merrie's willing, abused body.