The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“As you wish, sir.”

“One last question, slut. Would you allow yourself to be bred if I wished it?”

She looked at the four pregnant women in the room. She prostrated herself before Quinn.

“I would be honored to be bred by you, Master.”

As I predicted, Dani and I were spanked in front of Rose, who blushed as we were spanked, not for watching, but because she was so aroused by our spanking, she could barely keep her hands off her own pussy as our spankings were delivered. Quinn warned her several times she wasn’t allowed to touch herself without his permission.

After our spankings, he warned her that she needed permission to cum, then satisfied the lust he’d built up spanking us, in Rose. The poor girl was very orgasmic, and soon found herself at the other end of Quinn’s hand. Her spanking made her cum a couple of times as well. I suspected Rose was as submissive, or even more so, than I was. She had been with a Master before, so this wasn’t her first time. Might have been the first time with someone as Dominant as Quinn, but she’d explored before.

Her first Master must not have been shy about claiming her ass either, because it readily opened up when Quinn tested it. She soon found out what it was like to have sex with two men at once, as Nat speared into her pussy as Quinn plugged her ass. She was quite the delightful slut. They kept her up half the night, begging for their big cocks to claim her. Dani and I were relegated to pleasing Brigitte. Not a problem for accomplished sluts such as ourselves.

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In the morning, Rose went to the Bonifay’s house as a slut, and not just a slut, but a naked slut. Quinn apologized to both François and Genevieve when she took her coat off and she was revealed in all of her naked glory, a collar already around her neck, and a raccoon tail in her bottom. When Isabelle saw the collar, tears began falling down her cheeks, and she quickly left the room. None of this went unnoticed by Quinn, although he made no mention of it.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn said, “but she’s being trained. It’s very important that her training be quite rigorous her first few days. If you’d like to be included in her training, let me know.”

“What do you mean?” François asked, still staring at the naked young woman.

“She needs to understand that she’s a sex toy, and available for the pleasure of others as her Master directs. She needs to learn to obey, and that her pleasure comes from me. She’ll be made to orgasm multiple times, and fucked publicly to get rid of any false modesty she may yet have. She’ll be publicly punished as well. She will be offered to you for oral pleasure. You don’t have to participate, or may limit how much you participate to say, just licking or sucking without reaching orgasm, or decline to participate at all. She has to leave for work at three PM. Since your two youngest aren’t home and everyone is an adult, I’ll be offering her to everyone. I hope you don’t mind.”

“While I’ve always thought of myself as cosmopolitan,” Genevieve said, “I’m not sure I want a young female slave running about my house, publicly fucking, or worse yet, fucking my husband, or me.”

“She won’t be fucking anyone but me yet, as I’d like her undergoing medical tests first, but I understand completely,” Quinn said. “If you wish us to leave, we will.”

“They were invited to brunch,” François said. “We don’t have to participate. I’m a little bit curious as to how a submissive is trained. You were curious about the others being spanked, even though it was bare bottomed. Is this that much different?”

Genevieve shrugged. “I suppose not,” she said. “I’m a little curious myself.”

So, Rose remained naked and her training continued. Brunch was ready to be served. Quinn had Rose extract his cock and mount him. It was the first time any of the Bonifays were exposed to his naked prick, except Simone, who’d experienced it on more than one occasion.

As Rose slid down his pole, she orgasmed, and Quinn warned her she didn’t yet have permission to cum.

“I’m sorry, Master. You feel so good inside of me, I can’t help it. I’ll try to do better.”

Rose was fed, and not just fed, as Quinn played with her as he fed her. I was jealous that she got to do something that I had not. Those on the other side of the table couldn’t see her impaled on Quinn’s prick, but both François and Genevieve could, seated at the ends. They seemed entranced by the spectacle of her tight pussy stretched over his big cock, and the number of orgasms she experienced while she was fed. They missed several questions directed to them by Simone or Isabelle, or really, anyone but Quinn.

Isabelle, who was on the other side, was now shooting daggers at Rose, wondering why Rose was collared and she was not. I knew it was because Rose hadn’t assumed she would be. She’d asked for it instead. Despite how long Rose rode Quinn’s cock, he still hadn’t orgasmed.

“Have you had enough to eat?” Quinn asked Rose.

“Yes, Master.”

“You have a creamy, juicy little cunt, and I need you to clean me off and tuck me back in my pants.”

“Yes, sir.”

“After you’ve done so, I want you to ask everyone else at the table if they’d like you to pleasure them, except Isabelle.”

“Yes, Master.”

Isabelle stood up, slamming her glass down on the table. Rose ignored her, climbing off her Master’s cock and beginning to clean it. Isabelle’s parents were torn between confronting their daughter, or watching Rose bobbing up and down Master’s cock.

“Why do you hate me?” Isabelle asked. “Is it because I’m black?”

“I don’t hate you, and half of the people here are black. I don’t hate any of them,” Quinn said. “I take very little notice of you at all.”

That angered Isabelle even more. “Why did you accept Rose as your submissive, and not me? Why won’t you let her ask if I can get pleasured?”

“When I arrived, everyone was helping your mother with breakfast. Simone, Daphne, even your father. Everyone but you. You still believe you’re too good for everyone else, that you’re owed something for your existence. When Rose came to my room last night, she wasn’t wearing a collar, demanding to be taken. She asked if she could be of service. She understands what it means to be submissive; that her needs are of little consequence, and that it’s only through service to her Master, that her needs are met. You looked at submission like it was a way to get fucked, and that’s all. Am I right, Jessica?”

“You’re right, Master,” I replied. “Isabelle is still a spoiled child who expects others to wait on her, and not to wait on others. Rose immediately tried to make herself useful. She asked what you wanted her to do, not demanding something from you. She’s the perfect submissive slut. You’re not letting Rose serve Isabelle, because she expects it, and still hasn’t earned it.”

“See there,” Quinn said. “It has nothing to do with race, and everything to do with you.”

Rose smiled up at her Master as she tucked his cock away. “Thank you, sir, for allowing me to serve you.” She moved to me. “Miss Jessica, would you like me to lick you?”

“Please, Rose,” I said, spreading my legs for her. “I’d like to see how good you are.”

Isabelle started to leave the table. “And there she goes again,” Quinn said, “leaving the mess for everyone else to clean up.”

Isabelle paused halfway across the room, plastered a big, fake smile on her face, then returned.

“Are you finished with your meals?” Isabelle asked Simone and Nat.

“Yes, thank you,” both replied, and she cleared their dishes. Before Rose had made it all of the way around the table, (both François and Genevieve having declined her services, but everyone else accepting,) Isabelle had cleared all of the dishes, put away the leftover food, loaded the dishwasher and washed the pots and pans.

Isabelle walked back in the dining room. “Can I be of any further service to anyone?”

“Nicely done, except for the fake smile,” Quinn said. “Have a seat. Rose will ask you if you’d like to be pleasured, once she’s done with Dani.”

Isabelle took a seat and after Dani orgasmed, Rose crawled under the table and said, “Miss Isabelle, would you like me to lick you to an orgasm?”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please and thank you,” Isabelle said.

Rose drew Isabelle’s panties down to her ankles, disappeared under her skirt, and licked Isabelle to a rather explosive orgasm. Rose pulled out from under the skirt with a big grin and messy face. She pulled up Isabelle’s panties for her.

“You may clean off your face now, slut.” Rose wiped her face. “How many times did you orgasm without permission during breakfast?”

“Seven times, sir.”

“Over my lap, slut. Keep count for me, and thank me for each one.”

“Yes, Master.”

Poor François. I think he’d suffered an erection since Rose took off her coat, varying only in the degree of stiffness. Watching Rose bend over Quinn’s lap, offering her bottom with a tail sticking out of it, was almost more than he could stand. I’m sure it was becoming quite painful.

Master began her thirty-five swat spanking, with Rose keeping tally and thanking him for each swat to her delectable derriere. Dani and I were more disciplined, but François, Genevieve and Isabelle were all surreptitiously rubbing themselves.

Quinn noticed though. “Isabelle, if you hope to become a submissive at some point, quit touching yourself. You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself without your Dominant’s permission. You should start practicing now.”

Both parents realized they were touching themselves at the same time as Quinn spoke to Isabelle, and all three hastily pulled their hands away. Genevieve put hers on the table to avoid temptation.

Rose orgasmed twice during her spanking, and Quinn finger fucked her each time. When her spanking was ended, (an additional ten strokes later), Quinn pulled out his hard cock again and fucked her, giving her permission to cum this time as long as she asked. Once again, François and Genevieve were mesmerized by Quinn’s substantial prick pounding Rose’s pussy. François’ hands went back to his lap, while Genevieve gripped the table, willing her hands to stay put. Isabelle was having more trouble than her mother. She’d absently rub her pussy or breast, realize what she was doing, force herself to remove her hands, then slip again a few minutes later.