Mated to the Pack Ch. 31

Jessica's home is attacked by rogue Werewolves, including Vasilly and Darrell. Gretchen loses an arm, and Jessica is taken. A chase ensues. There isn't a lot of sex in this chapter. My thanks to my editors, Steve150177 and JohnnyGalt for their assistance. ©️2023. All rights reserved.

Mated to the Pack, Ch 31

Disaster Strikes

There was one day at sea from Cozumel back to Miami. As mentioned previously, three of the people we met during fetish night were converted to wolf breeders when they arrived in our room at 10 AM. Neither of the husbands of the cuckold couples were read in on wolves. Only the wives were, with strict admonitions not to tell their husbands anything unless they had signed an NDA first. The wives were taken to the privacy of a bedroom while their husbands waited for them in the living areas of the suites. After the women were informed about the nature of wolves and what their breedings would look like, they got fucked good by a wolf as human, so their husbands could hear them begging to be fucked, begging for another man's cock. The husbands were expected to clean off their wive's pussies when the fucking was over, in front of everyone else to maximize their cuckoldry and submissiveness.

All of the identified breeders we'd found on board, were fucked once more on the last day, except Anna. Anna got fucked by all three wolves as human in front of her husband and all of the other signed up breeders, reminding them of what they could look forward to when they started breeding for the packs they'd been assigned to. All of the breeders were told that Anna hadn't been pregnant when she stepped on board, but was now carrying another man's child. The other cuckolds shivered in anticipation when they realized their own wives would be bred by superior men. Bernard was the only husband to know his wife was bred by wolves.

Bernard was naked and had to wear his cock cage for all of Anna's fuckings. After he licked her cunt clean, (and she was damn messy), Anna unlocked his cock cage and gave him a blow job for being such a good boy. He climaxed quickly, so aroused as Anna got fucked, even though he'd been caged.

Rene gave each of the breeders going to other packs in their area the name and phone number of the alpha to contact when they reached home. The alpha would assign a Dominant, either male or female according to the submissive's preference, or a Bull, if it was a cuckold couple.

The theme of the final night at sea was Metallic Magnetism, where you were supposed to dress in something that shimmered, shined or sparkled. There were lame gowns for the women at dinner, and sparkly disco type shirts for the men. After dinner, when nudity prevailed on the dance floor, all of our women were dressed in nothing but body chains. The men kept on their glittery shirts, but lost their pants, spray painting their groins in gold or silver shades.

For the last night, there were no other people in our suites but the people who'd started the trip with us. Quinn fucked Lenore and me two times each, and we had to clean up the mess he left in each other. After all the fucking Quinn had done today, (and I personally knew that he'd fucked ten different women), he still had erections to give us. I suppose by the last day of the cruise, the whole ship smelled of sex, with the scents of thousands of horny females wafting through the air. I also guessed that there were other fertile females on the ship, even if we weren't breeding them, and the wolves could scent their 'horny bitch, fuck me and breed me', pheromones, enough that they had perpetual hard-ons.

Essentially, our cruise had turned into a near constant orgy, with lots of females joining us in our suites at various and sundry times, getting fucked by men or women. I'd never seen anything like it. I don't know what prompted Sean to pick this out for my pre-breeding vacation, but I was awfully glad he did. I'd had sex with all of the wolves multiple times, a jaguar shifter, and a few human males besides my husband. Not a bad vacation for a slut like me.

When all the puppies were tallied, our cruise eventually resulted in the births of eighty-one puppies, and eight kittens, from three different countries (there was a Canadian cuckold couple who got turned into a breeder), you know how successful it was as a vehicle for attracting breeders. In all, Sean, Lenore and I, got enough for breeding referrals, it paid for over half of the three tickets Sean had purchased, and given we were in suites, it had been damned expensive.

The ship docked around 6 AM on Saturday morning. We intended to spend one more night in Miami and leave Sunday. It was less rushed that way, and gave Quinn time to gather his wayward sluts prior to the trip back to Maine. Quinn ensured that Angelica and Bonita met us at the hotel after lunch, took them to our room, made them strip and inspected them.

Quinn made sure they'd gotten what he'd required them to get, the anal plugs and airline tickets. He checked to see that they had the largest plugs in their bottoms, and reimbursed them for their expenses, and checked to see how they'd loved their submission thus far.

"It's been wonderful, Master," Angelica said. "Rocky and Shelly took good care of us while you were gone. We had some great sex, sir and a few slutty adventures."

"Are you both still willing to be bred?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, Master," Bonita replied.

"What type of birth control do you use?"

"We're both on the pill, sir," Angelica said.

"You can throw them away now," Quinn said. "You'll be staying with me until both of you are pregnant, then I'll send you home."

"Will you be our only breeder, sir?" Angelica asked.

"No, you'll be bred by four wolves a day while you're fertile until we scent you're pregnant. Three days before you become fertile, you'll only be fucked by condom covered cocks. On your fertile days, only wolf dick will fuck you. Since you're on the pill, it might take a few months until you're with puppy. At that time, I'll send you back to Florida. The North Georgia pack will provide you with your bodyguards. They'll be the ones to breed you for your second pregnancy, in return for their protection, and for Rocky and Shelly looking after you while I was on the cruise.

"You each committed to two puppies. If you decide to have more than two, you'll be bred by the New England pack for the rest, under the same rules, because you're being paid by the New England pack for your puppies. We'll fly you to New England, keep you until you're knocked up, then fly you back. You don't have to do this together. If one of you wants only two, and another four, that's fine. The one who wanted four will get an additional five hundred thousand after the second two puppies. I'll remain your Dominant as long as you wish. I may allow other wolves to Dominate you for me, like Rocky and Shelly, but you'll remain mine. If you want a Dominant closer to home, I can arrange it. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Master. Are you going to fuck us now?" Angelica asked.

"Since you've been training your little assholes to take big dicks while I was gone, I'm going to fuck your asses first. Jessica and Lenore are going to show you how to take enemas to clean out your bottoms. After I fuck your ass, I want you to clean off my cock, while your sister cleans out your ass."

"Yes, Master," Bonita said, without a doubt in her mind she was going to go from ass to mouth. Either they knew the purpose of the enemas before hand, or they were just so submissive, they didn't care.

"Tomorrow, when we fly out of Miami, all of our collared sluts, including you two, will go through airport security with anal plugs in your asses, and Lush toys in your pussies. It will cause security to strip search you. The same thing will happen when you fly back. Since you don't otherwise reside in Maine, and will be coming back to Florida after you're bred, I'm going to treat you much sluttier than my sluts are normally treated. Everywhere you go, you'll be leashed, and wearing provocative, slutty clothes with no underwear at all. You'll frequently be flashing your tits and pussies to other people. Since it's now getting colder in Maine, you'll be given crotchless pantyhose or hold up stockings to wear to keep your legs warm, but keep your pussies bare. You'll be fucking a lot of different men and women. You'll get completely comfortable getting fucked, or even gang banged by multiple cocks, or licking lots of pussy. Any questions about what your life will look like for the next several months?"

"No, sir," Angelica said. "It sounds exciting. My pussy is dripping, sir."

"I can smell it," Quinn said, laughing. "Jess and Lenore, take these two sluts to the bathroom and clean them up. Give them their enemas, so I can claim their asses as my own."

"Yes, Master," we replied.

We showed them how to clean out their bowels, and recommended doing it once a week to keep from getting a buildup. Their bottoms clean, Angelica got fucked first, enjoying her first anal quite a bit. She didn't hesitate sucking Master off, nor did Bonita hesitate about dipping her tongue into her sister's widely gapped ass to clean it out. Angelica sucked Master to his second erection and he pounded Bonita's pucker, claiming her. They were some horny little sluts. If I'd had a sister, I'm not sure I could have sex as freely with her, as they did with each other.

******

As Quinn said, all of the sluts got sent through security with metal plugs in our asses, collars around our necks, and Lushes in our pussies. We each got strip searched by the TSA, a couple of female officers working hard to get all six of us done.

"Why the hell are you all wearing this stuff through security?" a TSA agent named Geraldine asked me before she started her search.

"We're submissives and our Masters wanted us to be strip searched for the humiliation and arousal of it," I said.

"Are you aroused?"

"My juices are running down my legs. We also have these sex toys in our pussies. My Master has been playing with it all morning. I've climaxed four times without permission so far, and I get a five swat, bare ass spanking for each orgasm I have without permission. By the time the flight is over, I'll probably be up over a hundred swats, unless I start getting permission."

"And you enjoy this?"

"So, so much. Wouldn't you enjoy twenty orgasms a day?"

"I don't know. I've never come close to that many."

"We just got off a cruise ship where I was treated just like this. I probably averaged twenty a day for all seven days."

'Damn! Do you want to pull this stuff out, or should I?"

"Whichever you prefer, ma'am. I'll probably cum either way."

"I'll let you do it," she said, pulling on some rubber gloves."

"Do you have some tissues? The plug tends to be messy when it comes out."

Geraldine handed me a wad of tissues. I pulled the plug, climaxing as I did so, and wiped it off. She lubed her fingers and peered up my stretched butt hole.

"Nothing up there."

"No, ma'am." I reinserted the plug, while I was still loose enough to do it without lube.

I pulled out the Lush and popped that in my mouth. It was coated.

"Yecchhh," Geraldine said.

"I'm used to female cum in my mouth, ma'am, including my own."

She used her lubed fingers to poke around in my pussy. I orgasmed again, which embarrassed her.

"That doesn't usually happen," she apologized. "I'm sorry."

"You probably don't deal with females as horny as we are," I replied. "It's not your fault. We're kept on a hair trigger all the time. I'm not upset."

They finished with us and we rejoined the rest of our group, already through security.

"How was it?" Quinn asked.

"I climaxed two more times without permission, sir."

"Lovely."

******

When we got back to Portland, Quinn removed his collars from Lenore and me, and placed them back on Isabelle and Rose. My Master put ours back on, making us kneel at the gate.

On the drive back to my parents' to pick up our two kids, Master asked me how I liked the trip.

"I don't know what made you pick a Bliss Cruise, but it was a wonderful idea. I had a great time."

"I'm glad."

"How did you like fucking Isabelle and Rose?"

"They're lovely girls, and I enjoyed the variety, but they aren't you."

I kissed him. "Good answer. Would you like me a suck your cock?"

"To tell the truth, I think I need to give my dick a rest for a day or so. It got worked over pretty good."

"How hard was it giving us to Quinn for a week?"

"It had it's rough spots. I think Quinn kept a close eye on me. Whenever I started to feel a little antsy, he let me fuck one of you. It made it bearable."

"What about when I fucked the jaguar?"

"That didn't bother me that much. I guess it was more like fucking wolves. It might have been worse if he fucked you as human. He had a big dick. It wasn't as big while he was a cat. What was it like getting fucked by one."

"A lot different than wolves. Shorter fucking, less arousing. The fact it was a jaguar was the most interesting thing about it. I know they weren't going to bite me, but his claws and teeth scared me. That was a good position to be mounted in. He didn't have to put his paws on me that way. Wolf claws aren't as sharp and scary."

"I looked up jaguars on the internet after we met him," Lenore said, "and they have the second strongest jaws of all cats behind a tiger, and so the strongest bite per pound of cat. It's not unusual for a jaguar to crush the skull of it's prey."

"It wouldn't surprise me. I'm glad we didn't need to fight them. We'd have lost people. Some males have too much testosterone for their own good. That was pretty rude of him to demand a breeder."

"Would Quinn have given someone up if the odds weren't in our favor?" Master asked.

"Not if it was three to one. He'd have fought to the death. He doesn't have a bit of back up in him."

"You've seen him fight before, haven't you?"

"Yes, a fresh, young pack Alpha in Ottawa. He thought he was something. Quinn had his jaws around Vasilly's neck before he'd completed his shift."

"Whatever happened to him?"

"Last I heard, he was banished from his pack and disappeared. I don't know where he went."

******

When we got home, I fucked my husband, a lot, the next day. I didn't let him out of the bedroom for a day, having Lenore bring us food as necessary. I made sure my man was totally drained. I gave Lenore one shot at his cock, after I'd fucked him five times. She had to take care of the kids too. The nice thing about having a 24/7 submissive living in the house, when I wasn't full time, was I could put that bitch to work while I made use of her Master.

I was so happy with Sean. I couldn't imagine being married to a better man or husband than Sean. He completed me, in a way no one else ever had. The fact he'd allowed Gretchen to move in with us, so she could be with me, just showed how nice he was. He was not very temperamental, very even keeled. We seldom fought about anything, we thought so much alike.

My job was going well. Business had finally picked way up again, and the shipyard was always busy these days, the financial crisis over. My three fellow co-breeders were all back at work, a million dollars wealthier except for Dani, who hadn't yet collected her bonus, although she was only five months away from collecting it.

Carl was happy, very proud of his biracial son, who'd just had his third birthday. Quinn was still Dani's Master and Bull, but Dani had lots of slack in dealing with Carl. She only had one bodyguard now, a male, a different one. The New England pack had so many new breeders that they couldn't afford for anyone to have two, except for our house. We still had two because there were still two breeders in it, and I think, because Sean was Sasha's son. She may not have been able to raise him, but she wasn't lacking in motherly instincts at all.

Three weeks after getting back from our cruise, I was bred with my fourth and final puppy. The three wolves who'd already bred me weren't allowed to breed me again, so I didn't fuck Rene, Quinn or Sinclair. Conor was finally allowed to breed me. He'd advanced enough to be given breeding privileges. Lenore got bred for her second puppy, three weeks after I was knocked up for my fourth.

I was bred at Wolf Central. Sean wasn't with me, having to work, and no longer worried about the sort of things that happened there. When the wolves told me I was knocked up, I went home and told him I was having my last puppy.

"Will you have another child for me?" Sean asked.

"You want to see me fat and ugly six times?"

"You're never ugly, and not so much fat, as pregnant," he laughed. "It's just a big belly, and I've had sex with you more often pregnant than not. I'm used to it."

"If you want another, I'll give it to you. Might as well still do it while I'm relatively young. I don't want to be having kids into my forties. As soon as I deliver that one, I'm having an implant, so I don't have to worry about pregnancy any more."

"I think four total for us would be nice, two from you and two from Lenore."

"You can be damn sure I'm not getting pregnant a seventh time," I said. "You'd better hope that Lenore gives you a second."

"I can always order her to," Sean laughed.

"That's true. I even think she likes being pregnant. As if her boobs weren't big enough already."

We settled into pregnant domestic bliss.

******

The last, really remarkable and happy day I remember with my husband, was the day we had everyone at my house for a big party. I was fourteen weeks along, just having had an ultrasound with Lenore, finding out she was having a bitch, and I was having a boy puppy. We weren't so big it was unwieldy, but clearly pregnant and showing.

My parents were there, and Gretchen's parents came. Sean's parents, both adoptive and his mother and step-father. His adoptive parents still didn't know he'd found his real mother. Those things didn't work due to the age discrepancy thing. All of my fellow breeders were there, Dani ready to pop and Carl with her. Quinn, Rose and Isabelle were there. Angelica and Bonita were not. They were pregnant and back in Miami. Gerhard and Janet were there, having made the trip from Wisconsin. Janet was about as pregnant as I was. Because Carl, and others, still didn't know about wolves, Conor, Brigitte and Alicia weren't there, as they didn't look any older than they had seven years before. I think Quinn might have to give up Dani as his submissive slut for the same reason. He looked no older and both Carl and Dani did.

Randa had married Stan, but Karina was still a frequent visitor to their house. Simone had started dating a guy from work after having her fourth puppy, and she was flashing a big rock when she came in with him. His name was Jason. Sean had both of his boats there, and they were giving rides to anyone who wanted to go out. Quinn and Stan were manning the grills.

Gerhard and Janet were talking to Rene, Sasha, Sean and I, quietly, and apart from the other guests.

"Sasha, I wanted to let you know Darrell left the Northern Wisconsin pack. He killed Ingrid before he left, then fled over the border to Canada."

"Is he coming here?" Sasha asked.

"I don't know. Last I heard, the trackers said he was heading for Hudson Bay. They apparently have some sort of rogue pack up there, causing problems."

"It must be the rogue pack Flint Spear told Quinn about," I said. "When we went on our cruise, Flint Spear had asked for Quinn's help. Quinn didn't go because of the cruise."

"Who's Darrell," Sean asked.

"Darrell is your father," Sasha said. "He was the wolf who raped me."

"What was he doing in Wisconsin?"