Merrie squirmed on the bench of the wagon, still buzzing from the orgasmic high that teased her senses. Her pussy was once again shaved bare but Bass' cum trickled out in a small puddle underneath her. She could feel it dripping off her pussy lips, an erratic burst of pleasure. She wasn't sitting like a human, none of the bitches were. Instead, she was on her knees with her legs spread.
Her right leg pressed against Twenty-Eight's. The pale of Merrie's skin contrasted with Twenty-Eight's darker flesh. Twenty-Eight was snoring lightly, interrupted only when the wagon hit a rut and she bounced against Seven.
On Merrie's other side, Snappy Pussy had braced against her thigh as she kissed Pillow Chest with wet, slurping noises. Pussy's legs ended at the knees and her short legs were spread widely for balance giving Merrie a clear view of her glistening slit. The bitch's tail smacked against Merrie's ass as her moans filled the wagon.
Not a single one was human anymore. At least not in their physical form or their behavior. They were good bitches, from the way they panted softly from the growing heat inside the wagon, or the way their tails wagged back and forth in chaotic rhythm. They had been broken and trained. Merrie couldn't sense a single contrary thought in any of their heads. Instead, it was just a single-minded hunger for sex and pleasure. And an overwhelming desire to obey.
The only thing that felt wrong was her missing charms. Bass had stripped all the bitches of their prizes. Merrie knew that she didn't earn most of the ones she wore around her neck, but the comforting presence of her regeneration bothered her. She missed the feel of it, both against her throat and the strange yellow-green tickle of power inside her body.
On the far side of the wagon, Cock Diver slipped off the bench to nuzzle up between Snuff Bait's legs. Bait arched her back to give Diver access, then let out a soft whimper as Diver licked down the length of her slit. Bait shivered and clutched at Diver's head, the smooth ends of her wrists catching Diver's bound hair.
Merrie took a deep breath, drinking in the scents of the wagon. The strongest smells were of excited pussy. The sweet and tangy smells were ones she was familiar with. She could match the scents with the bitch who dripped it: Fuckhole's sweeter taste, Anal Cookie's stronger bite, and Seven's salty taste. Underneath, the smells of wood, earth, and morning dew swirled around them. It was just as natural as the smell of cunt that permeated the wagon. There was another smell she wanted to enjoy and she took another deep breath to find it.
Hidden in the smells of bitch and sex, wood and earth, was the ethereal hint of Crystalline Rose. The fruity, expensive perfume had been her scent at the mill and Bass surprised her by spritzing it across her skin after he finished cleaning her up. She smiled, her body growing warm at the memory. He had his cock in her pussy when he sprayed her and she came simply because he wanted her to. The scent had faded, but it was still there, a constant reminder of her new life. A life she had grown to love.
“Pull up right here, Bass.” It was a man's voice Merrie didn't know. The wagon came to a stop with a squeal and a shudder. Merrie lifted her head to look out, but she couldn't see outside. Instead, she had to listen curiously.
The wagon creaked as Bass jumped off. “Good morning, Fransor.”
“I'm sorry about Thorn, he was a good kid.”
“He was. We miss him.”
A long pause stretched out. Merrie looked around to see some of the other bitches in the wagon looking around. A few were staring at the door or the cracks of light between the slats. Seven and Throat Fucked both peered around in confusion, as if they didn't know who or where they were anymore. Cock Diver, on the other hand, remained at Snuff Bait's pussy, liking with wet slurping noises as she rubbed her own pussy with her arm.
When no more words were said, they returned back to their kissing, touching, and licking. There was an innocence in their moves, as if they had surrendered everything and didn't care about being sold in only a few hours. They had been broken and their minds reflected that.
Merrie felt alone and different. She was the only one who had gone through the training and still thought as a human. She craved pleasure, it dominated her life, but she still had thoughts as a woman.
Bass spoke up again. “Here you go, forms and taxes. How is setup going?”
“A few thefts but no arrests. Someone is snatching stuff while everyone is setting up. About sixty of the families are already here, most of them last night. Kessler came rolling in about an hour ago with his bitches. Three wagons worth. He took the good spot at the end of the fifth lane on the white side.”
“Five? How many of us are going to be here? Last year we only had three lanes on the white.”
“Six on your side, eight on the red. My Lord Thane thinks about two, maybe three, hundred farms are going to be here.”
“That's almost the entire county.”
“Well,” Fransor chuckled, “everyone seems to know about your little stunt with the teleporter in Franome City. Plus, rumor has it that you found yourself an alpha and Zeb got herself a lead mare. So, we have big crops, bigger herds, and a whole ton of women for sale. Swetin's even showed up. They haven't been here in ten years and you know how much everyone loves them.”
“I'll have to stop by them. I love their chocolates.”
“You really got an alpha?”
“Yes,” Bass sounded proud, “Zeb got a lead? Really?”
Merrie squirmed, feeling embarrassed and flushed at the same time. She smiled broadly even though no one else in the wagon acknowledge her. A prickle of heat grew inside her, adding to the moisture clinging to her shaved labia.
“I guess. Kessler is over there to confirm it. But, you know Zeb.”
A grunt. “He'll be around to check on my alpha soon enough. If he asks, I'll be at the end of the sixth. I need to keep Borias away from the red side.”
“Go on in and hurry up. I want to see your alpha. To see if she's worth it. Can't get her, of course. I couldn't afford an alpha and the wife would gut me.”
“She's beautiful, Fransor. The second most beautiful woman in the world.”
Merrie fought back a nervous, flushed giggle.
“From anyone else, saying that means you'll be sleeping in the barn. But, you don't mind, do you Sabie?”
Sable barked twice.
“Good girl.”
Another bark.
The wagon started up again. It bounced on the ruts of a well-worn path. Merrie leaned into the movement to avoid falling off the bench. Her heart pounded faster with anticipation. She tried to picture what would happen, what the fair looked like, or even what she would see when the door finally opened.
The seconds passed with agonizing slowness. She waited for every bump to be the last one, but the wagon kept on going along a path. Sounds pressed against the walls: the din of conversations, hammers, and construction. And, underneath everything, the moans of women and the sound of flesh on flesh.
She felt a flash of heat at the familiar sound. Even with the din of the fair, she knew the sound of fucking. A high-pitched cry of an orgasm drifted through the wagon; this time, the bitches looked up and around with hope. Cock Diver's tail wagged as she crawled back on the bench. Her juices dribbled down her thighs as she settled into place.
The wagon came to a halt. Merrie inhaled sharply and stared at the door, holding her breath with anticipation. The wagon jerked and then the steady thump of Bass' boots striking the ground. Merrie's new ears twitched and she lifted one to listen to him circling the wagon before coming to the wagon door. Her heart beat faster and her tail thumped against the wall.
Around her, the other bitches began to wag their own tails and pant faster. They were picking up on Merrie's excitement.
The door creaked open and light blinded her. She blinked at the sudden tears and her heart pounded in her chest.
Borias stuck his head in. “Hello, girls. Really to be sold and fucked?”
Merrie barked and got into a begging position. Her breath was coming fast and she couldn't wait. The heat was intense. She rocked her hips to enjoy the feel of her body.
The others barked and squirmed as their tails thumped against the side of the wagon.
“Okay. You be crawling out and line up.”
Merrie held her breath as she waited her turn. Her heart thumped as she crawled to the opening and looked out across the fair.
She couldn't see much from her vantage point, but it was more than she would ever be able to see on her wrists and knees. The two wagons were pulled up next to a large wooden, fenced-in area about fifteen meters across. It was at the end of a line of stalls and pavilions. The fence was more for show, she could easily crawl through it but there was a magic ward shimmering in the gaps. Inside the area, the grass looked comfortable and cool. The smell of the fresh cut leaves teased her senses, briefly drowning out the taste of pussy in the air.
Hilfe, Garcon, and Piffin were tugging on ropes as they pulled a tarp over the area. All three of them had bandages from the fight, but they moved with a familiarity that was almost graceful as they pulled it tight and staked down the ropes.
Except for a pile of crates and supplies in one corner, the area was plain and empty. Merrie was almost disappointed. She was expecting something more ornate or complicated.
“Merrie.”
Merrie looked up as Borias gestured to the ground.
“You be blocking the others and making us look bad. Get on the ground.” His voice was hard but there was still affection in his words.
Blushing hotly, Merrie crawled down. The grass was warm around her knees and it tickled her breasts. Closer to the ground, she couldn't see as much as before but she wanted to see. She crawled to the side and peered around, away from pavilion.
Unfortunately, their spot was at the furthest corner of the fair. The only thing behind them was the corner of a field and a wide expanse of plains. The tall grasses towered over her but she could see people walking through them as they headed toward the fair.
Her tail wagged back and forth as she continued to look around. Then, she noticed the bitches were filing into the shaded area. Knowing that she needed to obey, she joined in the line and crawled into the cooler air underneath the canopy. Once inside, they spread out.
Bass was near the front. She reached out with her senses and caught his thoughts. He wanted them to line up, just like in the puppy show; he was just waiting for them all to get inside. Sable was already in place, bouncing happily right in front of her master. Merrie could feel the love Sable had for her master.
And Merrie didn't feel jealous anymore. Ever since Bass declaration in the bath, she knew that the mill wasn't home anymore. She was moving on and going somewhere else. She watched the two for a long moment, wishing that she would look at her new master the same way Sable loved Bass.
Merrie grinned and crawled next to Sable. She got into a begging position, legs spread and her tail wagging. She wanted the others to join her, to all be good, well-trained bitches. Remembering the time she drew them all into playing, she gathered up her thoughts.
Her grandfather had his hand around her throat, holding her tight to his chest. His other was between her legs, fingers hooked into her young pussy as he lifted and dropped her down on the cock that drove deep inside her sex. Her body needed to cum, but he wouldn't let her until she felt his hot seed flooding her tightly clenched bowels.
“They are weak-willed,” he was whispering, "and easily controlled. Breaking slaves down opens up their mind to control. You could do it before, but this is what you were looking for."
Symbols floated across her vision, the complicated designs burning themselves into her brain. The five runes were arranged in a hooked line. She caught a hint of pattern, a commonality between this new pattern and the one she last saw on her grandfather's lap.
Merrie gasped as the dream-like image faded. She felt dirty at the feel of her grandfather's cock buried inside her, but she was driven to use what he showed her.
She pictured the runes in her head and they came up clearly. She channeled the energy through the runes and felt them growing bright in her mind. Anticipation burned at her skin as she forced more power through it. The world darkened around her as she concentrated but this new pattern took more power to activate. Exhaustion trembled along her limbs and sweat prickled her brow. Just as she was about to give up, the pattern flared into brilliance before popping with a rush of pleasure. The command spread out from her, with sharp edges of the pattern she just used. It cut into the gathered bitches' mind without even a ripple.
As one, the bitches stopped moving for a heartbeat. Their eyes grew glassy as the turned and crawled over to her, forming neat lines with a crystalline perfection. Then, moving to some hidden beat, they all sat their asses on the ground and begged.
Merrie stared at them. She had dominated them just as Sable did. The realization of what she did burned in her body, a drug as powerful as the need for the pleasure of the collar. The aftertaste of the magic was acidic against her tongue, but when she looked over the still bitches, she knew that she did it. She could do anything she wanted to them and there was nothing they could do. Merrie couldn't help as a tiny orgasm rippled across her senses, pooling in her pussy as a liquid core of heat and pleasure.
She smiled broadly and turned around. She got into begging position and lifted her gaze up to Bass. But, the glare he directed to her crushed her euphoria in a heartbeat. She had done something wrong, but Merrie didn't know what.
Cringing, she peeked over to Sable who had frozen. The alpha didn't look at Merrie, but Merrie could tell there was a storm of thoughts bouncing between her and her master.
Merrie pushed out a thought. (Sable?)
(What did you do?) Sable's thoughts were terse and guarded, but there was also frustration and disapproval swirling in the mental voice.
Merrie sniffed at the tears and looked down. (I was trying to help.)
(We don't work that way.)
(I-I was just…)
(Never,) Sable's voice had deepened with the rumble of Bass and their two voices overlapped as they thundered in Merrie's mind, (take control of their minds like that.)
Merrie whimpered and ducked her head. She trembled as she stared down at the ground. (I'm sorry.)
For a long moment, no thoughts or voices were spoken. Merrie dug into her memories, trying to figure out what she had done wrong.
Bass sighed and regarded Merrie. “You're a good girl.”
Merrie peeked up at him with a blush hot on her cheeks. (But, what did I do wrong? I've done this before.)
Remembering the wave of desire that Sable used to get them all to beg, Merrie wondered if she could convince the others to join in. She closed her eyes and tried to form the desire to join it. It was easy because she was having fun, but hard to solidify the idea into a clear-cut hunger to join in the wrestling. For the briefest of moments, she somehow got the idea. Grabbing it with her thoughts, she threw it out with all her might.
Instantly, the noises in front of her stopped. Merrie cracked open her eyes to see Sable and Dixie staring at her with complete shock. Sable's mouth opened and the ball rolled out of her mouth. Behind them, there was a flash of light as a wave of flickering power rolled across the clearing behind the house and crashed into the pack of puppy slaves.
Merrie looked to see the rest of the bitches running toward them. She crept forward and grabbed the ball from the ground. Prancing like Sable, she crawled up toward the charging pack knowing she was about to get buried.
She pushed the memories over to Sable. She didn't understand why she had done anything wrong.
Sable glanced over to her, then brought up her shields. The connection between Merrie and Sable snapped. Sable returned her attention back to her master and the air grew tense between the bitch and master.
Merrie was ashamed. She had done something terribly wrong, but she didn't know what.
(Merrie,) Sable's thoughts were firm and determined.
Merrie wanted to crawl behind the boxes or underneath the wagon. (Yes?)
(What you used was a spell. It was strong enough that they didn't have a chance to resist. Before, you just pushed out your desire for them to join you, they could have fought. But just now,) the thoughts grew harder, (you tore away that choice.)
(But, how is that different than kidnapping them? You broke these girls,) she pictured the bitches in the wagon. They were glassy-eyed and desperate for sex. Merrie saw into their heads and there was nothing but the thoughts of a puppy slave.
Sable was looking at her. Merrie couldn't resist as she lifted her head up to the brown eyes of the alpha. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stared into Sable's bright eyes, unable to tear them away from the grip the alpha had on her.
(No,) projected Sable's dual-tone thoughts, (that was different. They had a choice here. They didn't—)
A memory welled up from the depths of her mind.
Ass Licker was alive and moaning, but her eyes were tightly closed. Whimpers of pain rose from her throat as she gasped for breath. She tried to curl into a ball, but her movements were sluggish. Merrie looked at the nearest arm and fear ripped through her. Licker didn’t have an arm below the elbow, Tabitha had torn off it off. The end was a ragged, bloody stump that flickered with healing magic. Below was Licker’s other arm, Tabitha gave it the same cruel treatment. Shaking from the rising terror, Merrie dragged her gaze to Licker’s legs where they had been bitten off right at the knees. More healing magic flickered along the end; it wasn't the deep healing used by Rendi and Borias but a shallow spell to only stop the bleeding.
Sable's jaw tightened. (That isn't the same—)
(Tabitha ripped her arms and legs off!) Merrie couldn't see how her mind control was somehow wrong. (How? How could what I did be any worse than that? Or the collars that make us hunger for sex and obeying? How is anything I did…)
Merrie's thoughts trailed off as Sable changed. Merrie couldn't describe it, since the alpha didn't transform, but she somehow became more real. Every thought in Merrie's head curled into itself as she stared at the alpha who caught her eyes.
(Merrie, that was different.) Sable's thoughts still had hers and Bass' voice in it. There was a sense of finality in her words, something that would not allow her to counter.
She couldn't respond. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Sable. Every fiber of her being screamed out to drop to the ground and roll over, to beg for forgiveness. She was wrong, she knew it. She was only trying to justify it.
Tears ran down Merrie's cheek. She knew what she had to say. (I-I'm sorry.)
Sable's raw, overpowering presence lessened.
(I was only trying to help.)
(I know,) Sable's didn't have her master's voice in her thoughts. (Just don't do it again.)
Merrie ducked her head and watched the tears splash down. (I'm sorry. I won't.)
Sable crawled over and bumped her head against Merrie's. Merrie lifted her chin. Sable shoved her head underneath Merrie and ran a line of kisses along Merrie's breast up to her neck.
Merrie's pussy clamped down on the sense of helplessness as Sable forced her mouth against her ear and gave it a nip. She jumped at the tiny pain and the heat inside her boiled hotly.
“Merrie,” Sable's whisper was soft, “you are about to go out on your own. You will be a full alpha in a few days and none of us will be there to help you. And these spells that Haviston gave you, they will be hard to resist. But, please be good. Be a good bitch. Be a good alpha. But, most importantly, be a good human.”
Merrie sobbed, ashamed.
(We forgive you.) Satisfaction radiating from her, Sable gave Merrie's ear one last nip before she returned to her place.
Bass nodded. “Good girls.”
A ripple of pleasure radiated through the gathered bitches. Merrie dug her thoughts from the shame and got back into place. With tears in her eyes, she lifted her gaze to Bass and waited for the first command.
(Crap!) snapped Dixie as he crawled through the fence and threw himself into the empty spot on the far side of Sable. He spun around and planted his ass on the ground. (Give me more warning, Sable!)
Outside the pavilion, people slowed down and looked inside. They were curious and excited at the same time. She could feel their thoughts, all of them were potential masters. Some of them were just enjoying the sight of naked girls on the grounds. Others found their eyes focusing on the amputated arms and legs. And a few just wanted to be in there with them, on their rears and submitting to the huge thriban who stood in front of them.
Bass' thoughts were the brightest. He was going to tell them to present. She moved before he opened his mouth. Next to her, Sable and Dixie were doing the same. She flipped over and spread her legs as her breasts crushed against the ground.
“Present.”
A heartbeat later, the rest of the bitches joined in. Merrie stared across the spread open legs and pussies she enjoyed so much over the last few weeks. She smiled to herself. (Good girls.)
The mental thought spread out and the collars responded. Pleasure coursed through the pack and tiny orgasms rippled across Merrie's mental senses. Surprised, she stared at them as the pleasure faded.
(How,) Dixie was floored, (did you do that? You can't activate the collars! You aren't one of us!) His thoughts were tinged in anger, frustration, and jealousy.
A second command was coming, roll over. Merrie wanted to push out something, but she bit it back. She focused on rolling on her back. She spread her legs obediently, her pussy growing hot at being exposed to the dozens of people watching curiously. There was a pleasure in obedience but it was nothing compared to making the pack look good.
(Of course she can use the collars. She's an alpha,) mused Sable as she squirmed happily on her back.
“Roll over,” finished Bass but they were already in place.
(Merrie,) Sable sent with amusement and a calculating wariness, (go ahead and sent out a warning for them. Just to let them know which command is about to come. Just don't use that spell Haviston taught you.)
Dixie added his own bitter thought. (Won't they think we rehearsed it then?)
(My master is working on that. Go on, Merrie, just let them know.)
Merrie sent a wave of agreement, then read Bass' next command. She spread out her mind across the pack and let them know it was about to come. Around her, there were inhaled breathes and a rush of anticipation.
He gave the command and all of them obeyed. It wasn't the mindless synchronization she could do with the spell, but she felt a rush in the knowledge they were all moving like alphas, even if it was faked.
There was a large crowd watching and the heat of their attention was a fire against her skin. The smell of her excitement teased her senses as she jumped from command to command. At the end of each one, she sent out a pulse. (Good girls.)
Watching the bitches shiver with pleasure gave her joy. She couldn't enjoy the collar's magic, but feeling each of them rising up toward an orgasm had the same intoxicating pleasure. She squirmed at the wet feeling between her legs.
(My master is going to pick out someone from the crowd. Who can you read the easiest?)
Stunned, Merrie had to concentrate on obeying the commands as she scanned across the crowds. There were two of them that had no shields, nothing to prevent her from sliding into their thoughts. One was a young man, his mind caught on the lust of watching their naked bodies flashing from position to position. The other was a girl, nineteen years old, who focused only on Ass Licker. She was imagining herself in Licker's position at the same time she was wishing she could command Licker to lick between her legs.
Merrie sent their images to Sable.
Bass stopped and turned around. His presence grew stronger, drawing everyone's attention to him. It was magic, she could tell that, but it was more subtle than anything Merrie had ever done. She watched him with her mental eye, seeing how he caught the gather crowd's focus. She knew she could do it, but it would take practice to create the same powerful presence.
“Paladin Puppy Mill is simply the best source for highly trained, well-behaved bitches. All of them are wonderful submissive and willing to do every single thing you want. They obey commands without hesitation.” He continued on about how well trained they were, but he was waiting for something.
It came a minute into the spiel from an older man with a scowl on his face. “You say a good line and you have pretty looking bitches, but how do we know they actually obey? You could have practiced those commands.”
Bass smiled as triumph rippled from Sable. “Then why don't we pick out a few people from the crowds and give them a chance?”
Excitement rippled along the clouds.
Bass made a show of looking over the clouds, but Merrie knew who he was going to pick. He pointed to the boy. “How about you, young master? Would you like to give a few orders?”
The young man almost came in his pants. He rushed over to Bass. He stopped, looked up at the massive bulk of Bass, and took a careful step to the side. Laughter rippled through the crowd.
“Okay, ready?”
Red-faced, he nodded.
“Look at them and speak in a commanding voice. Remember, these are bitches. They obey. They submit.” Bass leaned closer, “They also fuck better than anything you will ever imagine.”
The heat on the man's face grew hotter as another ripple of laughter. He was already thinking of a command and Merrie prepared the bitches.
“B-Beg.”
They moved as one, snapping into place. Merrie ached as she thrust her breasts out and held her wrists to her collar. She hovered in a haze of pleasure, not close enough to orgasm but enough to keep the heat in her pussy boiling.
Another command and she was ready. “Present.”
More commands came, some in a rush, some after pause. The young man's cock was growing harder with every passing second. A wet spot appeared over his tented trousers and Merrie licked her lips with anticipation. He was about to come.
A few commands later it happened. The young man grabbed Bass' arm for balance as he suddenly gasped. The heat of his orgasm rippled out from his thoughts and Merrie's pussy clamped down with a sympathetic pleasure. A stain spread out from his crotch.
Bass rested a hand on the man's shoulder. “I think that proves my point. Sable?”
Sable perked up.
“Why don't you take him out back and clean him up?”
The man's face grew redder as he watched the curvy bitch make a come-hither gesture. She spun around and crawled down the line of bitches, her tail swatting back and forth. After a few heartbeats, he stumbled after her.
Bass turned back around. “I think another one. How about… young lady?”
The girl rushed over and stood next to Bass. She was wearing cut-off jean shorts and a tank top over her small breasts. Merrie could see why she liked Licker, they had a similar body with a tight frame and long, slender legs. She also got more than a few appreciative stares from the crowd.
Bass gave her instructions, but she interrupted him with her first command.
Merrie knew it was coming and they snapped into position. The commands came in a rush, but Merrie could easily sense it coming and the pack obeyed without question.
With every command, the girl never moved her eyes away from Licker. Fantasies played out in her head, both of submission and dominance. The girl was growing slicker with every command and Merrie focused on the cuff of her shorts were she knew a trickle of excitement was soaking into the fabric.
Sable sent a thought from behind the wagon. (Do you want to clean her up, Merrie?) An image of Sable lapping the young man's cock came along the image. The feel of a hard shaft against her lips was hard to fight.
Merrie clenched her pussy at the image, longing to have a cock between her lips. It wasn't going to be long. (No, she wants Ass Licker.)
Sable bobbed all the way down on his cock, taking him to his hairy balls. He gasped in pleasure and reached down to grab Sable's head, but stopped inches away. Sable whimpered and slid up to let his cock pop out of her mouth. With a smile, she reached up with one short arm to bring his hands to her hair. Giving him an encouraging nod, she resumed sucking on his cock to clean every drop of cum from his length. When he grabbed her hair to force her down, she came with the simple pleasure of being dominated.
Merrie squirmed at the pleasure.
“Good girl,” chuckled Bass as he rested his hand on the young woman's shoulder.
Flushed, she looked up at him and smiled. “T-That was fun.”
“Need a bit of relief?”
“I-I-” she glanced at Licker, then back. “Can I?”
Bass gestured to the bitches. “Take any one you want and head over to that wagon.” He pointed to the wagon that Sable wasn't behind. “She'll do whatever you want. Go on, pick one for a quickie.”
The girl ran over to Licker. She looked down, then back at Bass.
“Just grab her collar. She's a bitch.”
Lips parted with excitement, the girl grabbed Licker's collar. “Come.”
A ripple of laughter followed as she almost ran behind the wagon.
Merrie smiled and returned her attention to Bass.
Bass addressed the crowds. “I think that proves we didn't rehearse all that. Feel free to come by and check us out, maybe give a few orders. I produce some of the best trained bitches in the county.” He launched into his selling spiel.
Without given orders, the pack stirred from their position. As they spread out to explore, Merrie took a chance to look around again.
They were on the far end, which meant that Merrie couldn't see more than a few stalls. The one next to theirs was selling leather bondage equipment. They had a man tied to a bench with his ass sticking in the air and his balls hanging down between his legs. Someone had written “free fuck” and “try out our leathers” over his back, ass, and thighs. A small puddle of cum had already formed on the ground below him. A few feet away, a woman was hanging in a swing. Her arms were bound behind her in a dark leather binder. She had a ball gag in her mouth. Her ankles were tied above her head and her pussy and ass were right at the height for most men to come up and fuck her. Like the other man, she had encouragements written all over body.
Across the lane, a young man in his early twenties with thick-rimmed glasses sat alone in a stall. He had thousands of bottles surrounding him, each one wrapped in a hand-written label. The sign above the entrance said “Potter's Potions.” He didn't do anything to attract attention, but there was a steady stream of customers going in and out as they made purchases.
The stall next to Potter's looked like a smithy. There was a large oven already shimmering with heat. A pile of wood stood on one side of the stall, no doubt to feed the oven. There were three padded benches in the center of the tall. Merrie could make out a large selection of metal poles about a meter long with strange tips on the end of them. There was no sign and she didn't know what they were for.
(Branding,) supplied Dixie. (That is Old Man Cranston's. He does all the branding for the county.)
(Does it hurt?)
(Yes. And the smell,) he shivered with pleasure, (reminds me of the charred remains after a well-placed fireball.)
Merrie stared at the branding irons. There was something about them that terrified her and she wondered if her new master would be into marking her forever.
Heat gathered at her pussy as she thought about being owned. She wanted it, needed it. She wanted to feel the connection finally snap into place though it scared her more than she could imagine.
Movement caught her attention as two men stepped into the pavilion. The first was an old man with silver-white hair and a cane. He wore an ornate outfit trimmed in silver. He looked around curiously, then waved to Bass. The second was a much younger man with a superior look of boredom on his face. He was dressed plainly with a simple vest and trousers.
Bass caught sight of the newcomers and headed over. A broad smile crossed his face. “Kessler! Good to see you, old man.”
Kessler snorted to Bass' offered hand to shake it. “Stop calling me that. You're older than me, Bassimar.”
“Only by a few years.”
There was a stark contrast in their bodies. Bass looked like he was at the peak of his prime, with huge muscles and a steady gaze. Kessler, on the other hand, was frail and tiny next to the thriban.
Kessler shook the hand twice. “I'm sorry about Thorn and Grange. I liked Thorn.”
“Thank you.”
“I heard that you killed Grange.”
Bass shook his head. “I didn't.” He gestured to Merrie with his chin, “She did.”
When Kessler looked at her, Merrie felt a shiver of his attention. Kessler wasn't what she expected. There was something hard about his eyes. She saw no compassion or emotion, just a hard, impersonal stare. He was appraising her and she didn't know if she was worth the price Bass said she would go for.
“I wouldn't go telling people that. Most people don't want their fuck toys to have a habit of stabbing people in the eye sockets.”
Bass shrugged. “I wasn't planning on highlighting that talent of hers.”
“Good. Good. Oh, will you meet my new hire? This is Darius.”
Bass reached out and took Darius' hands, shaking it firmly.
Darius said, “Pleasure-”
Kessler interrupted him. “And you're fired, Darius.”
Darius' head snapped around to stare at Kessler. “What!?”
“You heard me. You have ten minutes to gather your stuff and get out of here.” There was no compassion in Kessler's voice but there was also no room for question. It was a command said in brutal terseness.
Darius stepped back, looking between Bass and Kessler. A frown crossed his face. “This is a mistake, Kessler. I'll-”
“You lied to me. Now, you have less than ten minutes before I send the guards after you.”
Darius gasped and spun on his heels. He sprinted away.
“Kes,” Bass' voice was a warning rumble, “what was that about?”
Kessler shrugged before answering. “I will not tolerate lying in my crew. When I hired him, he said that he ate at Madock the Gold Merchant's table. I was willing to buy it but you know me, I had to confirm it.” He shrugged. “You and Tabitha are the only other ones I knew who had actually eaten at a god's table. So, I needed you to touch him so I could compare his resonance to your own.”
“What if you're wrong? What if he was blessed by a god?”
“I'm not,” claimed Kessler with confidence. “I never am. I'm just relieved that he wasn't an immortal. I imagine they could be nasty if he decided he wanted my farm.”
Merrie perked up at the word “immortal.” She glanced back at the wagon where Sable was, then at Dixie.
Dixie rolled his eyes and shook his head but said nothing.
“Eating at a god's table doesn't grant immortality.”
“No.” Kessler smiled. “But it does give you an additional year of life for every bite. How many did you say you had?” He leaned forward as his eyes twinkled. “Over two hundred, wasn't it?”
Bass grunted. His yellowed eyes glanced at Merrie, then he looked away. “That was a long time ago. I should have never told you.”
Dixie sighed. (The problem with lies is that eventually some idiot,) he pictured Kessler, (goes and ruins it at the most inopportune time.) With another sign, the silfae crawled out the fenced in area and headed down the lane.
Looking around, Kessler leaned forward. “Actually, I have a business proposition for you after the fair.”
“What kind?” Bass said, instantly wary.
“Not that kind proposition. I just want to make sure someone is there to take care of my farm after I die. And I trust you and your long life will give me peace to know that it can be done.”
Bass nodded after a second. “A week from today, I'll come over for dinner. How does that sound.”
“Thank you, Bass.” Kessler turned to look at Merrie. “That's her, isn't it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, let's check out your alpha. Hopefully you won't be deluded like Zeb.” Kessler walked over to Merrie.
“She didn't have a lead?”
Merrie got into a begging position and held herself still.
“No,” grumbled Kessler, “close though. She had some powers from submission but none of the lead mare resonance. She'd be a good cleric, though, if anyone took the bit out of her mouth. Tits are too small though. This one,” he smiled as he squatted in front of Merrie, “has nice breasts.”
Without asking for permission, he grabbed her breast. His wiry fingers caught Merrie's nipple and he twisted hard.
The pain vibrated along her senses, sending a pulse of heat directly to her clitoris. She shuddered with pleasure and clenched her muscles. A dribble of juices ran down her thigh and splashed into the grass.
“Responsive too. You always trained them well. You were always good at that. Though, I suspect that it wasn't hard to get her to submit.”
Merrie focused on the older man as she resisted the urge to squirm.
He twisted her nipple again, then reached up with his other hand to grab her collar.
Her pussy clenched when he drew it tight against her skin, his knuckles digging into her throat. Her tail snapped back and forth. She panted through her mouth as she stared into his hard, blue eyes.
Kessler was staring back at her, his eyes just on the edge of being unfocused. She didn't feel a tickle in her mind, but somehow she knew he was looking inside her. He released her nipple and the prickle of blood flowing sent another rush of pleasure to heat her sex.
He reached down between her legs. His fingers probed her sex and ass, touching and prodding. He even curled his fingers up to explore the base of her tail. When he pulled back, his wrist glistened with her juices.
The faintest of smiles crossed his lips. He ran two fingers along the length of her slit, from clitoris to ass. His dripping fingers circled around her sex. She could feel him considering jamming them in and she flexed her body with anticipation. But, at the last moment, he pulled back and shoved both fingers into her pussy. His folded knuckles smacked against her labia and her clitoris.
She jerked from the pain and pleasure. Reflexively, she clenched her inner muscles around his finger.
Kessler's face didn't change as he pumped his fingers into her body, banging hard against her pubic bone and clitoris with every stroke. The wet smacked drowned out the din of the fair as she struggled to keep her legs apart and give him complete access to her body.
He adjusted his grip on her collar. His fist dug into her throat and it grew harder to breathe.
She leaned into him, cutting off her own breath. She knew it was something he wanted and the light-headed feeling added to the pleasure. She closed her eyes and panted. She rocked on his hips as she focused all of her attention on the hand around her collar and the two fingers pounding her sex.
The sense of being dominated was incredible. She gasped as she ground down into his hand, silently begging for him to go faster and deeper. She wanted him to shove his entire hand into her pussy, to rip her open just like Bass' knot.
Her skin began to tingle. She felt a momentary fear that she would bond, but then the sensation of reaching out across a field ran across her senses. She gasped with relief, she wouldn't bond to the hard man.
The heat crested inside her. With a surge of pleasure, it rushed up and consumed her sense. Her eyes glazed over as her heart pounded in her chest and every muscle in her body tensed up. She whimpered as the orgasm grew harder and turned into a momentary discomfort before she slumped forward.
Kessler released her and stood up. His cock wasn't even hard as he turned away from her. “Good find, Bass, she's an alpha.”
“Thank you. But you knew that just by looking at her.” Bass smiled broadly and with a twinkle in his eye.
“True,” Kessler chuckled. He reached back and wiped his hand against Merrie's breast, leaving a smear of juices to dry on her skin. “But, all alphas are sluts and I wanted to see myself. Very few creatures have an orgasm that has resonance and I wanted to feel it again. How did you prevent her from bonding?”
Bass gestured to Haviston who was standing next to Borias as they looked over Potter's potions. Even though there was no way Haviston could have heard, the old man looked at Bass curiously for a second before returning to his inspections.
Borias looked around curiously for a second, but Haviston called his attention to a small bottle.
Kessler grunted and lowered his voice. “What is it about you and strays from Abbinkey? And cousins at that. Looks like,” Kessler tilted his head, “maybe twelfth cousins, once removed.”
“How can you tell?”
“Their geas were crafted by the same person. Though,” Kessler glanced at Bass, “the cousin only has one where Bori has two.”
“Haviston paid his debt to society. He wasn't secreted out the back door in the middle of the night like Bori.”
“Amazing how much the Kivas Family is tied to that place. Do you think this new guy would be willing to hang around?”
“For a year and a day.”
“I meant to serve the county. If we get another alpha or mare, it would make life a lot easier if we didn't have to worry about bonding. Then we wouldn't have to worry about borrowing abominations to fuck the hell out of them. That was a brilliant idea though to use Fucker. Bori's?”
A nod as a low rumble shook in Bass' chest. “It would also mean that someone wouldn't drown thirty women just to cash in one alpha.”
Kessler turned away. “It was a good decision, Bass.” He turned back. “I thought you made your peace with it.”
“I will never accept what you did, Kessler. And I cannot forgive you for it. It just means we will never be friends again.”
“You never fell, Bass.” Kessler held out his hand. “You'll always be a good man and no goddess will ever change that honor of yours. Please come next week, not as a friend but as someone I trust.”
Bass' jaw was tight as he took Kessler's hand, shaking it twice.
Kessler pulled back his hand. “Good luck at the auction, Bass. And congratulations on the alpha bitch. You truly have a talent for finding them.”