Mated to the Pack Ch. 12

In this chapter, Jessica submits to Quinn twice over two different weekends, and Dani's sister, Eva, is bred by the wolves before a movie is made to give to her husband with the petition for divorce after learning he'd been cheating on her half her marriage. This chapter contains, lesbian sex, group sex including double and triple penetration, anal sex, oral sex, interspecies sex, interracial sex, Domination, submission, public sex and sex toys. My thanks to JohnnyGalt and Steve150177 for their editorial assistance.

Mated to the Pack, Ch 12

Jessica Submits to Quinn

As soon as I woke up in the morning, Quinn had my collar in his hand.

"Before I put this collar on you, Jessica, do you agree to wear it as my submissive?"

Just having him ask me made my pussy wet. His cock hardened in response.

"Before you answer, do you remember how I'm to be addressed as your Master?"

"Yes, Master, I agree to be your collared slut."

Quinn made an exaggerated sniff, letting me know he knew how wet I was. He put the collar around my neck, locking it. I could feel a trickle of liquid seeping out of my pussy, perhaps some of his cum from last night as well. He'd left enough in me.

"Should I send the other wolves away?"

I thought about that, and I was almost eager at the moment for a second cock to enter me.

"Don't send anyone away, Sir, but don't let Matt join unless I specifically ask for him. You can use the others for your games as you wish."

"Including blindfolded?"

"Yes, Master, including blindfolded."

He added my cuffs to all four limbs, then added a blindfold, then Quinn stretched me spread-eagled on the bed. The erotic tension made me pant. I felt Quinn get between my legs, and I heard his body rearranging itself as he shifted, and a wolf tongue, swept up my cleft, practically causing me to seize, I climaxed so hard. That was the last time I climaxed for the next hour.

The tongue kept up it's work, but every time I got close, it would stop it's direct stimulation, although it never really left my skin, just going someplace which wouldn't allow me to orgasm. When I finally did climax, it was a monster of biblical proportions. I screamed so loud, Brigitte came to see if I was dying. I was thrashing, bouncing up and down on the bed, pulling against my restraints, wanting to cover my poor pussy, which was spasming out of control.

"She's doing fine, Brigitte. I want you to lick her for the next forty-five minutes, but don't let her cum," Quinn said. "I'll tell you when she can cum."

Quinn was senior wolf, which in itself was a submissive state for most wolves, so she did as he ordered. So it began again, Brigitte doing the honors this time. I was so sensitive, I immediately begged her not to lick me, but she did anyway. Fifteen minutes in, I quit begging her to stop and started begging her to let me cum, and that didn't work either. It wasn't until Quinn told her I could cum that Brigitte pushed me off the cliff, and another earthquake shook my body.

That orgasm over, Quinn released me and I clung to his body like a drowning woman, still shaking from my ordeal. Still blindfolded, Quinn carried me out on the deck and fed me. My hunger sated, Quinn sat down, placed me on top of his cock and I sank down over his thick shaft, cumming twice during the trip. Then it was Conor's turn to torment me. Quinn held me down so I couldn't move, impaled on his prick. Conor started licking my clit, again with orders not to let me climax. For forty-five more minutes, I rode that pole, wanting like hell to move, to cum, to climax, until I was screaming in frustration.

When Quinn finally allowed Conor to let me cum, my orgasm must have lasted three solid minutes, contracting and squeezing his cock enough that it only took three massive thrusts to empty his balls in my pussy. I'd never been so tormented, or cum so hard. I was still having aftershock contractions fifteen minutes later. It took five minutes longer than that, before I felt I had my breathing under control.

"Did you enjoy that?"

I whimpered, "Yes, Sir." He took off my blindfold and I blinked rapidly.

"It's time to repay us for your pleasure. Go clean out your bowels."

"Yes, Master."

I went to his bathroom, removed the anal plug I'd had in me since yesterday morning, and flushed my system. Since I'd done it yesterday afternoon before coming here, it was easy peasy to clean it out again. I returned and told him I was ready.

The four of us returned to his bedroom and Brigitte lay down on the bed and Quinn told me to pleasure her until he told me to stop. Conor fucked my cunt while I licked Brigitte. Quinn told him to last as long as he could. Brigitte had a half dozen orgasms and I had seven before Conor howled like a wolf and jammed this throbbing cock deep inside and spurted his load into me.

Quinn entered me next. He'd cum once, so he'd have more control and he was able to fuck my pussy for fifteen minutes before he told Brigitte to move and for Conor to take her place. My cum and his still soaked his shaft when I sucked it down my throat.

"Suck his cock, slut. Drain his balls."

I couldn't speak for the shaft in my mouth, but I wiggled my ass in acknowledgment of his order, sucking cock instead of licking pussy. Five minutes into my blow job, Quinn squirted lube on my puckered opening, and shifted his thick prick a little higher and squeezed past my sphincter and filled my ass to bursting. Ten minutes into my ass fucking, Conor blew his nut, and filled my mouth to overflowing with his hot cream. Since Quinn wasn't done yet, Brigitte took his place again and I was licking her hairless pussy some more as Quinn plumbed the depths of my bottom, his heavy sack smacking against my pussy with each thrust. I'd cum three or four times when Quinn was in my pussy, another three while he was in my ass, when he filled my other hole with cum, howling as his mating completed.

My next order was to blow Quinn, and make it last as long as I could. Once again, his cock was coated with the cum he'd discharged in my bottom. Brigitte cleaned the cum dripping from from my pucker to my pussy, even shifting to her wolf to swirl her tongue as deep into each orifice as she could, to get it all.

If my mouth hadn't been busy licking and sucking for the last half hour, I might have been able to suck Quinn longer, but after the others, Quinn's root was too big to comfortably handle for very long. I tried to finish him off, but his staying power was too much. My jaw was killing me. He grabbed my head and held it, face fucking me. At least I could relax my jaws from sucking and let him have his way with me, his big cock filling my throat.

Even given it was the third time Quinn ejaculated this morning, I still felt like I was drowning in his semen. I desperately swallowed to get it all without losing any of it.

"Good girl," Quinn said. "Let me remove your cuffs and you may sit in the hot tub and rest before Conor and I fuck you again."

"Yes, Sir."

He unlocked them and I went up to the hot tub. I saw it had been set below a hundred degrees to allow for Brigitte's and my pregnancies. I sank into the water and soaked my well fucked nether regions, easing the lingering soreness from the coital pounding the two wolves had administered. I closed my eyes and drifted. My God, was Quinn ever a fucking animal.

"May I get you something to drink, Miss Jessica?" Matt asked. I opened my eyes to find him standing at attention beside the hot tub.

"Ice water, please, Matt, and Jessica will be sufficient."

"No, Miss Jessica. Quinn insists that I call you Miss Jessica until he says otherwise. He said that you're the only reason I'm not dead, and I should make sure I respect that."

I smiled. "As you wish."

When he returned with the water, I asked, "Whatever happened to your running buddy, the one you were in the woods with, and what was his name?"

"He's no longer with the New England pack, Miss Jessica, and his name was Darrell."

"Is he dead?"

"No, Miss Jessica. He's currently with your grandfather in the Northern Wisconsin pack."

"What was his original offense?"

"He raped a senior wolf while she was fertile, Miss Jessica."

"Who did he rape?"

"Rene's mate, Sasha, Miss Jessica."

"How long ago did this happen?"

"Twenty-eight years ago, Miss Jessica, before Sasha was mated and before Rene became pack leader. She had a son, who was put up for adoption."

"And that's why he was banished from the pack? I'm surprised he was given a second chance, since he was trying to rape Ingrid."

"He had a choice. To be penned up for the rest of his life, or to go to the Wisconsin pack and be gelded with a silver knife by Ingrid, but otherwise remain free. He chose to be gelded."

So not quite the easy sentence I'd initially thought it was. Gelded by the one he'd been attempting to harm.

"Is that what will happen to you if you attempted to rape someone else?"

"Quinn promised he'd wield the knife himself, Miss Jessica."

"Why were you running with him, puppy?"

"I needed help to bring down game, Miss Jessica. He said he'd leave me on my own if I didn't help him with Ingrid. I thought, at least she wasn't one of the local pack. Quinn said every wolf deserved respect and unless one was the enemy of the pack, left alone."

"Who picked his punishment?"

"Sasha," Quinn said, standing in the doorway. "Rene wanted him killed."

I turned at the sound of his voice. Holy shit, he was handsome. A veritable God. If I weren't in the hot tub, he'd probably smell me liquefying again. Even his scar did nothing to alter how beautiful he was.

"Does anyone know what became of Sasha's son, Master?" I asked.

He smiled at my use of the honorific, that I hadn't forgotten I was his bitch.

"You should know how difficult it is to find adoption records on half wolves," Quinn replied, stepping out onto the deck.

"But you work with the government tracking rogues. Could you find out, Sir?"

"Possibly."

He climbed into the hot tub with me and pulled me into his lap, his hand grabbing one of my breasts, as his mouth captured mine. I was unable to speak as he claimed it, claimed me, his property for the day. I found myself arching against him, wanting to be taken again, all of me claimed, taken, used. I could feel his cock underneath me, rampant once more. I tried to insert him in me, have him fill me again.

"Not yet, Slut. I don't want you too sore when Conor and I claim you together. Just relax for now."

"I need you, Master. I've never needed anything as much as I need you inside of me right now."

"Good, but who's the Master and who the slave?"

I ceased trying to mount him. "You, Sir. You're the Master, and I'm the slave."

"Exactly, Slut. I want you needing me. That's a good thing, but I get to decide when you get used."

"Yes, Master." I leaned into another kiss, then rested my head against his broad chest. "Try to find out what happened to Sasha's son. I'd like to find out if he's doing okay."

"I'll see what I can do."

I kissed him again, then closed my eyes, nestled in his strong arms and slept.

I didn't wake up until Brigitte and Conor brought lunch out onto the deck. I stretched, still in Quinn's arms, kissed him again and got out of the tub. Quinn rose after me, his cock quiescent again, dangling between his legs. Just seeing it, got me hot and bothered again, and all three wolves soon had erections, smelling the bitch in heat.

Despite the plethora of erect cocks, food was the first item on the agenda. Quinn fed me, and played with me, and fed me some more. His magic fingers gave me three more orgasms during my meal. I was a hot mess when we were finished.

Quinn's phone went off and he looked at the text and laughed.

"The cuckold wants to know if he can ask you for his cock cage key and for permission to fuck his fiancée."

"Poor boy, Sir."

Quinn said, "Let's see, I think I'll answer that 'I'm fucking my other slut bitch and she's not available to unlock your cage. You can, however, lick my pussy to ten orgasms or for two hours, whichever comes first, then Dani can don a strap-on and fuck your ass for twenty minutes. That's the best I can do at present.' Will that satisfy both?"

"Probably, Master."

Quinn sent the text. A few minutes later, Quinn got another. Quinn showed it to me.

Mistress said I'm supposed to ask you to be one of my groomsmen, and that before the wedding ceremony starts, you're to announce to our guests that you're her Master, granting permission for Mistress to marry me, and you're to demand I suck you off before the ceremony for allowing me to marry her.

"Do you really think she wants him to do that, or is she just pulling his chain?" Quinn asked.

"I'm not sure, Master. We can check with her later. In the meantime, I'd say that you accept his invitation to be one of his groomsmen, the rest to be determined later. I strongly doubt the minister would allow it to happen in his church, although she hasn't picked a venue yet."

Quinn grinned and set off the text. I accept the offer to be your groomsman, but it may be my Slut who sucks me off in church, not you.

"That should tell me how serious she is," Quinn laughed, showing me the text.

His master duties to Dani over for the moment, Quinn said it was time for Conor and him to double plug me. He told Brigitte to relieve the puppy in whatever manner she deemed fit.

Quinn picked me up again and carried me to his bedroom. My pussy was very drippy before we got there, both from my earlier orgasms, and in anticipation of what was to come. Quinn lay down on the bed and had me mount him cowgirl style. While impaled on his prick, Conor lubed up my back door. It had been sufficiently stretched earlier, so he didn't need to stretch it now. As soon as he started pushing into my pucker, I went off.

Both of these men were so strong, I was like a rag doll in their hands. I was thrust into, and out of, back and forth between them, sometimes together, sometimes one going in as the other was going out. It didn't seem to make a difference how they fucked me, I loved it all. I was in orgasm heaven, begging for their pricks to own me. Quinn told Conor to last as long as he could, to slow down. Conor did. It didn't slow down my orgasms though. They kept popping off like a string of firecrackers.

I felt Conor swelling in my bottom, and he howled as he climaxed, a wolf claiming a bitch. Quinn was only seconds later, his howl an echo to Conor's, a second claiming. I felt limp when they were done, though I still had to clean both of their cocks off before I was finished. Both shifted to wolves and their long, wicked tongues, cleaned me off, another climax riding on Quinn's, swirling inside my pussy. They left me resting on his bed, completely sated, my pussy and ass pleasantly sore.

******

I woke up to Quinn stroking my ass. For the moment, he was alone.

"How are you doing? Are you very sore?"

"I'm pleasantly sore, but not too sore, Master."

"I'd like to add Matt to the mix, slut. I want a cock in each of your fuck holes. Will you take all three cocks for me."

I'd done it before. His trackers had made me airtight when they fucked me. I cared very much for two of these men. Matt was even more of a puppy than Conor, but he seemed nice enough. I'd just enjoyed two men using my body. Would it be that much worse if it were three?

"Matt can join us, Sir."

"He's going to get your mouth. Even if he cums, I want you to keep sucking him. I don't expect him to last as long as Conor and me, so just keep sucking. I'm sure he'll get hard again."

"I expect he will, Sir."

"I'll be right back with the other two. I want to claim your ass again."

"Yes, Sir, just be gentle, Master. You're so thick and I'm still a wee bit sore."

"You may use your safe word, Jess. I won't be disappointed if you need to use it. I'd like to explore your limits with you."

"Yes, Master."

Quinn left and got the other two. Apparently, having discussed the program ahead of time, they came into his room and Conor got on the bed, already erect. All three were erect. Had my pussy begun flooding already, or had Brigitte prepared them? I mounted Conor's cock, easily sliding down his stalk after the previous fuckings. Conor kissed me, began playing with my breasts. Matt knelt in front of me, presenting his cock, and I opened my mouth and tasted him for the first time. He wasn't quite as thick as either Conor or Quinn, so easier on the jaw. I thought that I'd feel Quinn lubing my brown starfish, but the next thing I felt was a wolf tongue, deep in my fundament.

The wolf's cold nose, and hot breath was right there, right at my pucker, but the wet, slick tongue had to be writhing and swirling five inches inside of my bottom. It felt so good, I climaxed almost immediately, then again, and again. It was like, but unlike, getting my clit licked while fucking. Instead, I was getting my asshole slathered, and Quinn knew exactly what to do with it. Not as fat as his prick, but a lot more mobile and facile. He kept it up until Matt climaxed in my mouth, baying his pleasure.

As instructed, I kept sucking. Now the tongue left, and I felt his hands lubing me for his cock, massaging my ass cheeks. It felt as if his tongue had opened me up, but in a much more pleasant way than hard fingers or fat prick. When he pushed against my pucker, it easily spread for his prick. Just as before, I went off. The only difference is, my moans and cries were smothered on Matt's prick. He kept fucking my mouth in time to the shafting I was getting everywhere else, and it was so good.

I'd been so angry the first time, I hadn't really enjoyed it the way I should. This time, I could enjoy it, in every conceivable way. Having three cocks pumping in and out, made me feel like such a slut. It was the most depraved I'd ever felt in my life because it was more of my own free will, and I loved it. I ate it up. My body ate their cocks up, swallowed them whole. There were times when all three shafts, slid into me at once, right up to their hairy, sperm filled balls. I must have looked like a total tramp. The only thing I didn't have was a line of other men waiting for their turn. I was suddenly struck with how easy it might be to crave a gang bang, to want cock after cock flooding my body with their hot cream, even have them pulling out and pulsing their loads all over your face and skin, completely consumed by lust. In actuality, I wasn't that far from it now.

Conor orgasmed first, howling, Matt second, for the second time, splashing my tonsils as his voice joined Conor's, then Quinn, saturating my rectum for the second time today. A chorus of men, howling like wolves, having claimed the slut. I was tasked with cleaning all three of their cocks to a pristine condition. Brigitte did the same for me, soothing my fuck reddened flesh with her human tongue.

I'd cum so much and so often, I would have welcomed another nap. Alas, it would have to wait as Quinn carried me out to the hot tub again. No one could claim he wasn't looking after his fuck toy. And a fuck toy I'd become.

I'd lost track of the orgasms I'd had, but I'd been fucked a lot today. Licked and fucked. Singly and in multiple combinations. Three times in my pussy, three in my ass, pussy and cock in my mouth.

"It sounded as if you enjoyed yourself," Quinn said.

"No question of that, Sir. I'd have to say you've successfully turned me into quite the slut, and I've enjoyed it."

"The next time you submit to me, will be like this, except you'll need my permission to cum, or you'll be punished. I like spanking naked buttocks, so don't expect to get permission to orgasm very frequently."