Mated to the Pack Ch. 12

"Thank you."

I went home with Conor and Brigitte. Why did I feel so bad, like my puppy died?

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Eva stayed for a week after I made the video, helping with some of the wedding planning. She had arranged a place to stay with a girlfriend and she moved in with her, as soon as Lance was served with the divorce paperwork. Dani told me my video of Eva's gang bang had been a wild success. Lance was served with the divorce paperwork and started watching the video while at work. He'd been so stupefied while watching his wife take a constant progression of big black cocks, he hadn't noticed the people crowding behind him to watch, and he quickly became a laughingstock. Apparently, someone asked the skank if it was true he had a mini-dick, and she confirmed it wasn't very big. After Eva sent a photo of a positive pregnancy test, and promised to send the video to all of his friends and family if he didn't sign the divorce paperwork, he agreed to the divorce, since she wasn't trying to take him to the cleaners. She even let him keep the house while she moved to wooded, rural Western Massachusetts where she had two male wolves, one black, and one white as bodyguards/lovers.

Our planning for our family road trip had gone well, except we decided to do it in the reverse of the original way it was conceived, so we got to Dani's parents first so they could assist in some of the planning for the wedding since they were paying for it. We planned to leave three weeks after Eva went home.

I spent another weekend as Quinn's submissive, which I'll get to in a minute, the same participants as my last one. While there on Friday night, before my submission started Saturday morning, Quinn showed me photos of the paintings Gretchen had sent for him to choose from. He chose all three of the ones I'd liked. The one of me alone on the rocks by the little tree, looking back toward the house, the one of me standing with my hand on the head of the wolf seated beside me looking out at the ocean, and lastly, the one of me seated before a fireplace, naked, with my hand over my lightly swelling belly. It had a Madonna like quality, yet was so far from my actual personality, given how I'd taken to sex with wolves.

As Quinn was showing me that one, he put his hand over my now larger belly and asked, "Is this baby mine?"

"It's certainly possible, Quinn, but you know Brigitte got pregnant from sperm still in her body one and a half to two days before she became fertile. Everyone who had sex with me the last three days I was fertile could be the father. I'd say you had the largest single chance of being the father, but not larger than the aggregate of all the others put together. Let's say a thirty-five to forty percent chance. It might have been higher if you hadn't wasted sperm in my ass and mouth instead of my pussy because you were pissy about being the last wolf. Rene probably has a twenty-five to thirty percent chance, and the other three wolves would split the remainder. It's all guesswork."

"Would you ever give me exclusive breeding rights so I knew for sure a puppy was mine?"

"That's up the pack leader. I signed the contract with the pack, not you. Seems like you might want to suck up to Rene if you want exclusive breeding rights."

"That remedy doesn't have quite the 'no fucking way' factor it used to. He's changed."

"He didn't change, Quinn. You were the one who changed. Every wolf likes you more than they used to. You were a surly lobo for the longest time. I suspect if you weren't so valuable to the pack for your hunting and tracking attributes, you would have been banished. Rene had to balance your value to the pack against your behavior, just as he balanced Phillipe's value as a breeder against his cowardice. He removed him from tracking duties because he was a coward, but still needed him seducing women into having puppies."

"No doubt that prick was good at seducing women. He had Brigitte wrapped around his finger. She was blind to his faults."

"Love is blind, wolf. You seem to care for me and I'm fat."

"Not fat, pregnant. Big difference. Besides, you're still not fat enough I can't fuck you in the missionary position."

"Only because you can hold yourself up on your arms forever."

Quinn laughed. "Okay, you got me there."

"Eva said she had a great time with you."

I must not have given off the right vibe when I said that. Quinn asked, "Wasn't she supposed to?"

"Of course. I wanted you to. You know, anything, so you don't focus on me that much."

"I'll be focusing on you this weekend."

"You're supposed to. This weekend, you're my Master and I'm your submissive, so it's to be expected. It's the rest of the time. I worry about you. You're over a hundred and thirty and haven't found a mate yet."

"I still expect to live another 170 years. Not sure I want a ball and chain for more than a hundred or so. Do you want to talk about what's going to happen this weekend, or would you like to be surprised?"

"Only talk about something if it's going to be different than what we did before."

"There's a lot that will be different, but there won't be any new people. We'll be going out to dinner tomorrow night. You will be wearing something scandalous, something that will make people keep their eyes on you. While out at dinner, you'll be wearing a sex toy in your pussy. While we're dining, I'm going to make you orgasm. As I said last time you were my pet, you'll need to ask for permission to cum this time. Expect you'll need to ask while there's other people around us. Any time you orgasm without asking for permission, or receiving it, you'll be punished, when it becomes convenient to do so. That rule will apply for the balance of your submission this weekend. Expect to have a rosy posterior, much of the time."

From the moment he discussed going out to dinner in an outfit that would keep people's eyes on me and I'd be climaxing in public, I moistened. Not moistened, juiced would be a better word. Worse yet, Quinn smelled it. I couldn't hide my arousal from him. If I couldn't, why fight it.

"Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me like you mean it."

"I thought you'd never ask."

I don't think I slept four hours the rest of the evening and the night. As soon as I emptied his balls, it seemed he was hard again and filling me. Pussy, mouth, and ass; no orifice was ignored. I'd cleansed my bottom, and I happily cleaned his cock, no matter which hole he pulled out of. I tasted my pussy and ass multiple times on his prick.

I was shameless. I was starving for him. I begged and pleaded for his fat cock. I begged him to put it anywhere he wanted, and he wanted it all. He must have drunk a quart of the semen he left in me, attempting to keep me clean.

When I woke up the next morning, his collar was already locked around my neck, cuffs around my wrists and ankles. As soon as I opened my eyes, he cuffed my wrists together behind my back.

"Pleasure your Master," Quinn said. "Use only your mouth."

I awkwardly maneuvered my body around to suck his cock, but he moved his prick. I moved again to take it in my mouth and he moved it again. He might be able to move the head of his prick by waving it around, but his balls were another story. I ignored his cock and began sucking on his hairy balls. Within five minutes, he gave up all pretense of trying to keep his prick from me, and I finished sucking him off until he exploded in my mouth for the first time today.

We went to the kitchen for breakfast meeting the other three who were having coffee, waiting for Quinn before using his kitchen. Quinn told me to suck off the other two wolves and lick Brigitte to two orgasms. I started with Matt, and he was easy. It took no time at all to extract his cum. Conor was a little more difficult because he was more experienced, but ten minutes later, I was slurping down his semen.

I moved to Brigitte. I began licking her.

"I want you to look at me as you lick me," Brigitte said. "That's right," she said as I shifted my eyes upward. "You may nod or shake your head to answer my questions, as long as you keep your lips on my pussy."

I nodded, and kept licking.

"Was last night the best fucking of your life?" I nodded, easy to answer that. Anything else would have been a lie of epic proportions. "Do you like being Quinn's submissive slut?" I nodded again. Another easy one. "Would you wear Quinn's marks?"

I didn't know what she meant, so I didn't know how to answer. I shrugged my shoulders, raising my eyebrows in question.

"Wearing his marks means having a tattoo placed on your body signifying your status in his life, perhaps even getting pierced, either your tits or pussy or both. Something that says 'Quinn's slut', that won't be as easy to take off as your collar?"

Fuck! My cunt just got wetter. I still didn't know how to answer. While my heart screamed yes, my mind had the completely opposite opinion. I shrugged and kept licking. Even though the thought of wearing his marks made me horny as hell, actually doing so was scary.

"Would you wear a temporary tattoo or non-piercing jewelry to signify your submission to Quinn?"

I nodded again. I could see doing so.

"Quinn, don't say I never did anything for you," Brigitte said. "Mark her before she goes on her road trip, so her friends and family see she's agreed to be your slut."

I knew Quinn's answer by how he raised my hips off the floor and plunged his cock into my molten cunt, with me climaxing as he entered me.

"Five swats," Quinn said, fucking his slut.

After that, I tried not to cum, had to try hard, since every time I asked for permission, he wouldn't give it. The punishment kept piling up. I climaxed five more times before he splashed my pussy walls with a huge load of cum. He made Matt clean me out and I had another orgasm from that I was so primed. Seven times five - thirty-five, and it wasn't even nine yet.

I climaxed three more times as he fed me. Up to fifty now.

The meal over, he put my over his lap with the others watching. Having three other wolves watch me get spanked was also strangely arousing. For some reason, I started to understand Carl a little more. His submission was obviously arousing to him, just as mine was to me.

Quinn was strong enough, he could have drawn blood had he spanked me hard enough. Knowing I was getting fifty, I prepared myself to use my safe word for the first time. He surprised me. He knew just how hard to spank, where to spank, how often to spank, to keep me from using 'Adriana'. Don't get me wrong, it hurt like hell, and I knew my ass was red and it would be hard sitting for some time, but I never got close to using my safe words.

"Good girl," Quinn said, standing me up when he was done and kissing me on the cheek. "Not bad for your first serious spanking."

I thought it was over but he shoved his fingers in my simmering slit, and I orgasmed again, I was so close to a climax. Didn't my pussy know I'd just been spanked? How could I have cum so easily? My pussy didn't answer, except by dripping juice down my leg.

He bent me back over his lap and gave me five more, and I was that close to cumming a second time.

The three low ranking wolves and I cleaned up the kitchen. Quinn was busy doing something else. I didn't know what else. We joined him on his deck, taking advantage of the still warm weather. Quinn had set up four seats so they were looking at a fifth seat. Quinn directed me to sit in the single seat, and the other three to sit facing me.

Quinn handed me a medium to large sized cucumber. Uh oh, I didn't like where this was going. Sure enough, his next words were exactly what I anticipated.

"Masturbate for us with this cucumber. Put on a good show. You have to keep moving the cucumber, no matter what. You will be punished if you cum some more."

Quinn had a seat with the others and leaned back in his chair, a huge smile on his face.

I eased the cucumber in, I was oh, so very close to cumming. I kept it moving, but I kept it slow, hoping not to orgasm again. My bottom was still red and sore. My fluids soon coated the vegetable, my pussy cream leaving streaks of white. I watched the thick vegetable sliding in and out of my pussy, fascinated that somehow, I was fucking myself with a cucumber, of my own volition, even if not my desire. It was somehow deviant enough that I enjoyed it.

"Raise your eyes and look at us," Quinn said.

I looked up. All three men were hard. Brigitte was rubbing her breasts and pussy. Now I was as excited by the view of the four of them enjoying my show, as I was with what the fuck I was doing. I was getting close to another orgasm, and I tried to slow down some more.

"No slower," Quinn ordered, and I sped up to my previous speed.

"Please let me cum, Master," I begged.

"I think not, slut," Quinn said.

A couple minutes later, I orgasmed despite my straining not to, unable to hold back any longer. The next one came even faster. I was losing control.

Quinn got up and stepped behind me. "I'm putting a blindfold on you now,"

"Yes, Sir," I panted. I didn't need to see to fuck myself with a cucumber. He put on the blindfold, and I was in darkness. He put his hands on my breasts, fondling them, pinching my puckered nipples.

"Imagine yourself in a big room," Quinn said. "You're no longer masturbating for four friends. The room is filling up with people, strangers, people you've never met before. They wonder what possessed the woman on the stage to start masturbating, with a vegetable, no less, not one of a hundred dildos or vibrators, but a vegetable. Every orgasm you have, your cunt is going to squeeze down on it, turning it to mush. You can see them, ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred people taking a seat as you fuck yourself in front of them."

I orgasmed again, and the next one wasn't far off.

"You hear a man say, 'Miss Huppert, they're setting up the cameras now. Soon, you'll be the next star on our website, 'Depraved Sluts Fucking Themselves with Vegetables.' A hundred thousand people have signed up for your porno debut.' You can hear the cameras setting up, 'Action', you hear the director say, and you know you're performance is going out to a hundred thousand people, all watching you stretch your pussy with a cucumber."

I orgasmed again, then again, faster, and another time, unable to stop now, my body shaking as I slammed the cucumber in and out of my cunt. It was turning mushy, getting softer as my cunt's contractions squeezed the poor thing.

"Fuck, Master! Please let me cum. Let me stop. Please, sir."

"Not yet, Slut."

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Please, Sir."

There was no answer, and I orgasmed so hard on the mushy cuke, I broke it in two, losing half of it in my pussy. At the same time, I felt men cumming on me, their hot sperm squirting on my body, accompanied by manly grunts. The other two wolves had moved close to me while Quinn was whispering in my ear.

Quinn laughed and retrieved the other half from my pussy, soaked with my cum and cucumber juice. Matt had to lick me clean again, and their cum was all over my body, and I climaxed two more times without Quinn's permission.

I'd earned another forty-five swats to my sore derrière, which he also gave in front of the others. Again, knowing just how much to apply to keep me from using my safe word, reading me like a book. What's worse, is during my spanking, I climaxed again, earning another five. My pussy was not listening to my ass at all.

Quinn had Conor fuck me with a sore ass. It was the first time I got permission to cum today, and it was needed as I climaxed five more times from Conor's fucking, even with him pounding against my sore bottom. Sore or not, I was a firecracker, ready to explode, and someone had lit the fuse, just like last night. Then I had to lick Brigitte's pussy while Matt fucked me, glad to still have permission to cum. I licked off both their cocks, already hard again, as was Quinn's. They scented a bitch in heat, and it was me. Master sent me to the showers to wash the sex stink off, taking of the leather cuffs and collar first, replacing them when I finished, then I was allowed to lie down and take a nap before lunch. With the lack of sleep last night and the exhausting round of orgasms, I needed it. I dropped off easily.

I was awakened by Quinn licking my pussy, a lovely way to wake up. Once awake, Brigitte joined us and she licked me as Quinn made love to me, fucking me from behind and prone, sliding deep while playing with my breasts. Man, could that wolf fuck, and together, oh my! We cleaned each other off after he orgasmed, once again filling me with his cream.

Thank goodness, I had his permission to orgasm, but it scared me. All morning long, I hadn't gotten permission to cum, and been smacked over a hundred times, (That's over twenty orgasms for anyone keeping count) but all permitted since my last spanking. Since I didn't expect to get away with no more spanking today, I wondered if he was saving it for later, like when we went out to eat. He wouldn't spank me in a restaurant, would he?

Quinn let me sleep longer than planned, and the others had already eaten lunch, but he had a salad for me, not wanting me to eat too much before supper. After eating, I had to lick Brigitte to five orgasms, as he said she wasn't going with us tonight, so it was important I treat her right before we left. I did the best I could. Brigitte seemed grateful anyway. At four PM, there was a knock at the door, and Quinn told me to answer it. I left Brigitte on the bed, and I had her fluids all over my face. I hoped it wasn't another eight wolves, or I'd be so pissed.

Instead it was one person, dressed in a uniform of sorts, a little overweight, but not much. He had some acne scars, and a once broken nose, and looked far from perfect, and I realized he wasn't a wolf. He took a nice leisurely look at me, and I suddenly wanted to cover myself.

Now it's important to understand something; nudity among the wolves was very common. When I'm with them, I'm almost always naked. They're used to it, and I've become used to it with them. The other breeders were much the same way. We were now used to lounging around naked when hanging with wolves. Carl was the only human who wasn't a breeder who was usually naked, and that was mostly to humiliate him. Their large cocks and his dick locked up to show his unworthiness for him to be Dani's only lover. It had also happened to my folks, hanging around with wolves.

But when you were naked, wolves didn't look at you as if you were naked. It was just another state of being, not a sexual invitation. Although sex often happened, it wasn't because you were being ogled lustfully. Even when male wolves became erect, they mostly ignored their own erections and the cause of them, unless asked to participate in something. They were far more polite than most humans in similar situations, where being naked usually meant an invitation for more. It was why Carl thought that Dani must have been fucking someone when he first caught her nude with all the wolves. It's what most humans would have been doing, not lying around chatting with hard cocks and wet pussies.

Standing naked in front of another human, one who lusted, whose eyes lit up when seeing you nude, I was so much more aware of my nudity than I usually was. That's why I wanted to cover up.

"Good, you're right on time," Quinn said.

He and the other males were dressed, dressed up for going out. They'd dressed while I was with Brigitte, who'd remained in the bedroom. I was the only naked person the man saw, and with evidence of sex smeared all over my face. I know I blushed scarlet red.

"It's time to go," Quinn said.

"I need to dress, Sir."

"I've got your outfit right here," he said, holding up a bag. "Open up the back of the car, please, would you Orrin?"