Mated to the Pack Ch. 04

Eric stood up. "Sure, bitch, show me what you got."

I thought Conor and Brigitte had been hard on me as I learned. What the two of them did to each other was vicious, and relentless. I thought I was getting better. If Conor or Brigitte had tried, they could have snapped my neck like a twig. They didn't have fangs, but they had feet, fists, elbows, knees and damn hard heads. I heard at least two bones snap, and the limb was useless for all of about two minutes before their super fast healing seemed to snap it back into place. Brigitte never worked up a sweat or upped her heart rate with me. They were both panting hard when they were finished, sweat dripping off their bodies.

"Shift," Brigitte said, and almost before the words were out of her mouth, her fangs were snapping at Eric's neck and they were rolling around the parking area in a mass of fur and fury. I thought they intended to rip each other to shreds, as there was blood, a lot of blood. However, after tearing at each other for fifteen minutes, Brigitte whimpered and turned her ass to Eric's wolf, and he was in her on the echo, his wolf cock buried in her wolf pussy. He was fully mounted and knotted as he bit the scruff of her neck, forcing her down to the ground, his haunches jerking as he fucked my bodyguard. He howled as he climaxed, claiming his bitch. They both shifted back, covered in sweat and dirt, his cock still buried deep.

"Great workout," Brigitte panted. "Great fuck."

"Likewise," he panted.

"When you breed me, Eric, don't fuck me like that," I said.

"You couldn't take a fucking like that, so rest assured it won't be," he replied. "That's a werewolf fucking."

You learn something new every day.

"Do you ever fuck Brigitte like that?" I asked Conor.

"Not indoors, and we can't do it outside at your place. You pretty much need the woods or werewolf compound for something like that."

Both of the copulation participants, stood and brushed themselves off.

"Point me in the direction of a shower," Brigitte said.

"Come with me. We might want a slower repetition of that, maybe in a bed," Eric said.

Brigitte smiled. "Lead on, McDuff."

They left and Conor said to me, "You ready to work out some more?"

"Try not to get any more bruises on me," I said standing up. "I feel like bruises on bruises might hurt like a bitch."

He smiled, and he didn't go that easy on me either. Another half hour and I was ready to call it quits. I noticed when we stopped that Martin's erection was pushing against his pants. He'd now witnessed three wolf matings and everyone on the compound except he and Melinda was going about naked.

I leaned into Conor and whispered, "Is Melinda aroused?"

"She's ready to pop," he whispered back.

I moved to where they sat, rocking. "If you wanted to have sex, no one here cares one way or the other, and they won't bother you, or interfere in any way. I'm going to look for a shower, so there's no better time than the present."

They looked at each other and I saw Martin grin.

"Have fun," I said. Conor and I left them alone.

When next I saw them, dressed again, Martin's pants looked more comfortable and Melinda had a smile on her face, only the well and truly fucked can appreciate. My Mom and Dad returned with Gerhard around four. I could tell Mom had been crying, though she didn't look unhappy, probably learning more about her mother.

"We'd best be on our way," Dad said.

Gerhard turned to Martin. "Have you reached any kind of decision yet?"

"Do we need to?" Martin asked.

"The only reason I mention it, is that once you agree to a breeding, you no longer need to be blindfolded. You may know where this place is. You have as much time as you need to decide."

Martin looked at Melinda, then turned to Gerhard. "You can leave the blindfolds off."

Melinda crashed into Martin so hard she almost knocked him off his feet, raining kisses on him. "Thank you, my love," she whispered between kisses.

"Since Conor will be doing Melinda's initial breeding, we'll expect to see you in roughly a year to fifteen months," Gerhard said, sticking out his hand.

"She'll be here," Martin said, taking his hand.

We gathered up our belongings, Mom taking the two photo albums Gerhard was lending her. Since Mom and Dad knew where they were after driving here twice the same day, I rode in the jeep with the others.

"What should I know about Conor and Melinda having sex?" Martin asked.

"Well, you know that wolves are not particularly shy when it comes to sex," I said. "Depending on what you're willing to witness, they could be having sex anywhere in the house and at any time. Unless you want to see your wife having sex with Conor, I'd suggest he do his breeding while you're at work, and then she's all yours when you get back from work. She could take those five days off work, so she has the days to spend with Conor, and the evenings with you. With Melinda becoming fertile on Monday, you won't have to watch anything. I become fertile on Wednesday. Conor will need to start breeding me as well, but he can do me at night, while you're with Melinda.

"My most fertile day is on Thursday, and I need to return to the compound and give Eric his shot at breeding me. We'll makes sure Melinda has another wolf bodyguard, a female, the day I'm gone. I just went off birth control, so I'm not expecting to get pregnant this time around, but I'm giving the wolves their chance. By the time you get off work on Friday, we'll be gone. You should know if Melinda is pregnant in a couple days after she's conceived if the wolves smell her."

"What if I wanted to see her with Conor, at least once?" Martin asked

"Honey, are you sure you want to see that?" Melinda asked.

"At least once, I have to know what it will be like," Martin replied.

"What if having seen it, you don't want to move forward anymore, that you change your mind? What if you hate me, or the way I become with him?"

"At least once," Martin insisted.

"Then you could cede her first breeding after supper on Monday night to Conor," I said. "Remember what I told you about Conor's experience in pleasuring a partner. Melinda will enjoy the sex. She won't be able to help it. It's just the way it is. Don't get mad because she enjoys it. She's not being raped."

"I understand," Martin said, taking Melinda's hand and squeezing it.

"Then the choice is up to you. Conor won't care."

I wondered if he was making the right decision, but my parents had watched each other having sex with a wolf, so who was I to say. My parents did have many more years behind them; might be more confident in their feelings for one another, but Martin and Melinda had been married for six years. As soon as we arrived home, they got in their vehicle and left. Mom and Dad were both naked when we went into the house.

"Is it all right if we borrow Connor for the night after supper?" Dad asked.

"Mom's first MMF threesome, Dad?"

Mom blushed and Dad grinned. "Something like that."

"Don't forget you're playing golf with Conor tomorrow. Don't stay up too late," I laughed.

We had a nice Chef's Salad for supper. Mom sat in between Dad and Conor, and both of them were playing with her body as they ate. She'd take turns kissing each of them, and their hands were often in her lap, or lips wrapped around a nipple. Even I could smell the perfume wafting off of her married pussy as they played with her. Both of the men had steely erections, and Mother had hold of both of them as they went upstairs to her bedroom.

"I guess it's just you and me, babe," I said to Brigitte.

"That's a hardship," she said, laughing.

As we lay in bed after some ridiculously good sex, while listening to the other three go at it in my parent's bedroom, Brigitte asked me how freaked out I was getting fucked by two wolves today.

"I didn't really know what to expect, so I was a little apprehensive, but I was pleasantly surprised at how good it really felt. On the other hand, watching you and Eric have sex, scared me shitless."

"It was pretty rough," Brigitte admitted, "but he was a stud. I enjoyed it."

"Did you fuck again after your shower?"

"Before, Jess. No point in having to wash up twice. Are you a little disturbed over what your parents are doing."

"I'd be disturbed if it seemed to be harming their relationship. I see no evidence of that happening. I'm more worried about Martin wanting to watch Melinda have sex with Conor. I know how good that is, and I worry he's going to get an inferiority complex by watching her have sex with him. They don't have as much marriage under their belts as Mom and Dad do, to ease them into a new stage in their relationship."

"Martin seems like he thinks things through. I don't think he's doing this on a whim. Before deciding to go ahead, he wanted to see what it would be like for Melinda if she fucked the wolves. Thanks for that, by the way. Having a real human do that instead of a werewolf dressed as a human helped a lot."

"Perhaps. You and Conor pounded the crap out of me today. I need to get some sleep."

"Would you like a massage?"

"I certainly won't turn one down."

Brigitte gave me the best massage I ever had. I was sound asleep before she finished.

******

Conor and Dad went golfing after breakfast the next morning. My body was too bruised to play at self defense again. Mom wanted to know if she could borrow Brigitte for a morning of full on lesbian sex, since she hadn't done it without a guy also being there. I had no objections, so I was lying out by the lake, taking in a little sun. Perhaps it was my fault, knowing Conor was gone golfing and Brigitte upstairs with Mom, going so far from the house, and then sunbathing naked on top of it.

"Well, well, well, look who's here, that fucking haughty bitch, cock tease."

I opened my eyes, and two guys were in a boat, three feet off shore, apparently just drifted in, as I hadn't heard a motor at all. The boat was new, the two guys not so much; the same two jokers who'd been with the rapist a couple days ago.

"Go away. I told you I don't need company. You already met my boyfriend. Don't piss him off."

"Funny thing that. We were going golfing this morning, and low and behold, boyfriend was going golfing too. I figure that gives us a couple hours before he gets back."

Ah, fuck! All I wanted was a little peace and quiet, and a chance to let my bruises heal. I may not be great shakes fighting werewolves, but I felt I could hurt these two bozos, no problem.

All of a sudden, I heard a wolf howl from the trees a few feet away, then a yellowish gray wolf came ambling up out of the bushes. Eric. Not five seconds later, a naked Brigitte came streaking from the house with a gun up and aiming at the two dickheads in the boat.

She ignored the wolf, naturally, knowing who it was. "Get your fucking asses out of that boat and on shore this instant, before I drill you assholes."

The barrel of the gun was unwavering, halfway in between the two.

"There's a wolf there," one of the men said, pointing at the obvious.

"Forget the wolf. A bullet is faster and more fatal."

Eric sat down and yawned, showing his teeth. I could swear he was smiling, and maybe he was. The two guys got out of the boat and came on shore, unsure which was more dangerous, the girl or the wolf. The girl looked better anyway.

"Okay, now strip," Brigitte said, "everything. I want you bare ass naked."

The two guys looked at each other, then started taking off their shorts and tees.

"Jessica, collect their clothes."

"Okay." I got everything off the ground where they dropped everything. They were covering their junk. Not all that impressive, if you asked me. Maybe they were growers, not showers.

"Okay, since you assholes seem to like naked women so much, you get your choice. You can try to rape me," Brigitte said, "or you can try to rape her. We both need a good work out this morning. If you're successful, you walk away Scott free. If you aren't, well, let's just say the consequences are worse. So who goes first and who are you going for?"

The bigger of the two, chose the demonstratively better looking of the two of us, Brigitte. Bad mistake. She handed the gun to me.

"Shoot the other one if he tries to flee."

I nodded. I was liking this game already. I held the gun on shriveled dick. The big fellow tried a bull rush, and got slammed to the ground for his trouble. He was gasping for breath, the wind knocked out of him.

"Come on, prick. I told you it was going to be worse if you were unsuccessful. Let's see what you got. I got a real good fucking yesterday, and I'm betting you're not half as good as my last lover, and that was a bitch, which you two assholes interrupted."

He climbed carefully to his feet and was a little more cautious in his approach, trying to box. He took a big swing which Brigitte easily dodged, before hammering five or six blows to his ribs, at least one of his ribs cracking.

"Damn, I'll bet that hurts like a bitch," Brigitte said, dancing, doing a Mohammed Ali shuffle. "You better try again or I'm going to rip your balls off and feed them to the wolf."

He groaned. "You broke my rib."

"Yeah, and I'm about to do the same you your arm, because you two are so ignorant. One would have thought you would have learned from the arrest of your buddy, but NO. Here you are again. Get the fuck up and take your medicine."

My guy tried to sidle away. Eric growled and I said. "Hold still. You move, and I'll plug you."

Big guy took another swing at Brigitte and there was a sharp snap as she broke his arm. She left him mewling on the ground.

"Who are you raping?" Brigitte asked the other one.

He'd just seen his bigger friend turned Innside out. He pointed at me. "Her."

Brigitte collected the gun from me. "Show him no mercy."

Little fellow was super cautious as he approached me. He took two half hearted jabs at me, no extension, trying to keep his hands in to protect his ribs. I easily dodged them and kicked him in the balls, which he wasn't protecting. He dropped to the ground, screaming.

"I think I felt something squish," I said.

"Finish it, an elbow to the face. Break his nose. The police are going to be here in five minutes."

Both Conor and Brigitte said that if you were going to hit a face, use the base of your palm, or an elbow, which didn't break as easily as the bones in you hand. 'Werewolves heal quickly, you don't, so don't break anything in the first place.' I gave him a back elbow to his nose, and felt something else squish, blood spurting all over.

"Jess, I fucked up. I should never have let you come down here by yourself. Now go get dressed, and bring me a robe."

"Got it."

I tossed on a shirt and shorts, no underwear, and brought a robe out to Brigitte, who put it on. Sure enough, the police were there, two minutes after she slipped the robe on.

The same detective as I'd talked to the first time, Mike Ferguson, came this time.

"What the fuck do you do out here, to draw every rapist in Wisconsin out of the woodwork?"

"Well, I was nude sunbathing, no law against that at my own home, is there? And I didn't wave to anyone this time, because I was kind of dozing, half asleep. Anyway, just relaxing, and this voice says something like, 'Look who we got here, the fucking bitch cock tease.' So I open my eyes and see these two jokers, the same two who were with the rapist the first time. This time they'd turned off their motor and just drifted in, thinking I was asleep and they wanted to surprise me.

"I told them that I had a boyfriend and didn't want their company, same thing I said the first time. Then the big asshole said they'd planned on going golfing this morning and saw my boyfriend there, and figured they had a couple hours before my boyfriend showed up again. So I figured I was in for a shitty time, but then this wolf howled and Brigitte came running down from the house. As you know, she's my bodyguard, and she's armed. She made them get out of the boat and take off their clothes.

"She told them she was giving them a chance to rape us and if they were successful, we'd let them go, but if they weren't, bad things would happen to them. Then the big fellow, tried to rape Brigitte. First he rushed her and got slammed to the ground. Then he tried boxing with her and ended up with broken ribs, then he tried hitting her again, and ended up with a broken arm.

"The little fellow said he'd try raping me instead, after he saw the big guy getting the shit get kicked out of him by Brigitte. He came after me and I gave him a big kick in the nuts because he was trying to protect his ribs, and finished him off with an elbow to the face. I guess my Mom called you guys, because you showed up right away."

"Would you have let them walk if they raped you?" Mike asked.

"There was no way they were going to accomplish that. They're too stupid and Brigitte too good. I suspect, and you'd have to check with Brigitte to see if my guess is right, but she figured that arresting a rapist hadn't done any good in discouraging his two friends, so maybe a more forceful reminder was needed to any potential rapists, that we're off limits. I strongly suspect we won't have any more visitors once word gets around."

"Are you sure you need a bodyguard?"

"Definitely. Just because I could handle one of these two guys doesn't mean I could have handled two at once, and there are worse things out there then those two. I mean, if they had guns, I'd have been defenseless."

"What about the wolf you said howled?"

"Well, he appeared tame. He just watched everything for a time, then trotted off. He seemed pretty friendly."

"Are you sure it was a male wolf?"

"He had a cock and balls. I'm sure."

And he'd fucked me yesterday, but that had nothing to do with the crime.

"These two also seem to have come up from Chicago like the other guy. We're looking to see if they have a criminal record there. They're clean in Wisconsin."

"Clean doesn't seem like a good word to use for this filth."

"Well, if you think this was to give them a message, they managed to get the message. They freely confessed they were here to rape you."

"I can't be sure, but I think Brigitte threatened to cut their dicks off and feed it to the wolf unless they confessed to their sins. I can't be sure though. I didn't overhear it. I only heard them saying, 'Please don't feed the wolf our dicks.' I have a hard time thinking they'd be saying that unless they were threatened with it."

Mike laughed. "I'll let you know when you need to come in and sign your statement."

"We're already one statement behind," I said.

"That we are. Crime never sleeps."

"Neither does Brigitte, apparently. She was in bed and felt terrible that she wasn't with me when those men showed up and had to hear a wolf howling to come running."

"Pretty lucky for you."

"I'm watched by guardian angels, for sure."

Eric came driving up to the house just as the police were leaving.

"What happened here?" Eric asked the detective. Very funny.

"A couple of very sorry criminals tried some funny stuff and learned a valuable lesson," Mike said.

"No one was hurt, were they?"

"Only the criminals. Who are you?" Mike asked.

"My name is Eric. I'm a friend of the family."

"Last name?"

"Anderson."

"Did you see any wolves running around when you drove up?"

"Sorry, no wolves in sight."

"If you see any, call animal control. They don't usually get this close to civilization."

"I'll make a note."

"Take care, Miss Huppert, Mr. Anderson."

"Will do, Mike," I said. "Let me know when the statements are done. We'll catch a drink afterward."

"Looking forward to it."

As soon as the officers drove away, I said, "Thank you."

"You're my first breeder. I couldn't let anything happen to you, could I?"