The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

We had two bites before we even all had sat down. It looked like a pair of twins, Hispanic, approached Quinn as everyone else took their seats. They both knelt in front of him, probably the most imposing figure in the room.

“Collar us, and make us your sluts, sir,” they said as one.

“If you’re willing to be bred and have children, I’ll consider it,” Quinn said.

Rene and Sasha looked at each other and I know they were thinking, is it really this easy?

The two sisters, they had to be at least sisters, they looked so much alike, looked at each other, considering Quinn’s request. They nodded to one another, then turned to Quinn.

“We’re both willing to be bred, sir.”

“Are you willing to move to New England, as that’s where I live.”

“Not Miami, sir?”

“Maine.”

That seemed to cause them more of a problem than being bred. Their hesitation dragged on, saying neither aye, nor nay.

“Do you have family in Florida, sluts?” I asked.

“Yes.” One of them answered.

“A lot of family?”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps some sort of arrangement similar to Gretchen’s may be appropriate in this circumstance, Master, where these two sluts are bred for infertile New England couples, coming to Maine for their breeding, but allowed to remain here until they deliver, and returning for another breeding.”

Sasha and Rene looked at each other and Rene said. “I believe that has a chance of working.”

Quinn said, “You’d be paid $200, 000 per child, with a million dollar bonus if you provide a total of four children. You give the children up and don’t have to raise them.”

“Could we each provide two and split the bonus between us for four total?” one of them asked.

She was bright. Why didn’t I ever think of that.

Sasha said, “That sounds workable as well.”

“We’ll agree to a minimum of two apiece and four total,” that one said, looking at her sister, who also nodded.

“In that case, sluts, stand up, slide your panties off and give them to me,” Quinn said.

“I have shorts on, sir. May I go to the ladies’ room,” one said. I was going to need some way of telling them apart.

“That does seem to be a predicament, but the answer to your question is, no.”

The bright one whispered to her sister.

“Will you allow me to stand in the middle of everyone and remove them that way?”

Quinn laughed. “That I’ll let you do. Form a circle around this bitch so she can drop her drawers.”

With fourteen people, we formed a two deep circle and both women removed their panties, one sliding them down her legs, the other taking off her shorts, pulling them off, then putting her shorts back on. The one who had to remove her shorts had neatly trimmed pubes. They both handed them to Quinn who stuck them in his pocket.

“Nicely done, sluts. We’re staying in this hotel. Come to room 1218 at eight PM this evening for indoctrination. Be prepared to lick pussy and suck cock, and if you’re lucky, get fucked.”

“Thank you, Master. May I enquire as to your name?” The bright one asked.

“Quinn Whelan. Yours?”

“Angelica, sir, and this is my twin sister, Bonita.”

“Angel and Pretty. Good names for two young sluts. We’ll see you at eight.”

As far as I could tell, the only difference between them was a beauty mark on Angelica’s cheek, about an inch to the left of her lips.

“Thank you, Master. We’ll be there.”

Just like that, we had a possibility of four more puppies. I wondered how things would go on the cruise?

During supper, I asked Rene where the closest local pack was. He said it was in North Georgia near the start of the Appalachian Trail.

“Are there any locals living in Miami?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I’ll try to find out.”

******

Angelica and Bonita showed up at the appointed hour, knocking on the door politely. Lenore and I were both naked for our new Master, as was he. I opened the door and let the two women in. They stared at Quinn’s rampant prick, which Lenore had just been sucking on. They looked at each other and smiled. This was my second experience with twins, Lenore having a twin sister, but these two seemed much closer than Lenore and Agnes.

“Did you do a Google Search on my name, Angelica?” Quinn asked.

“Yes, sir.” She seemed surprised. I guess I was.

“You showed up. I guess you don’t think I’m a serial killer.”

“No, sir.”

“What do you think I am?”

“I’m not quite sure, sir. Some type of law enforcement type, but apparently not associated with the government. Perhaps some sort of bounty hunter.”

“Close enough. I am associated with the government, but I’m not employed by the government. Tell me a little about yourselves?”

“Bonita and I are fans of erotic literature, particularly Dominance and submission, reverse harem, bondage, and that sort of thing. We read two to three books a week on those topics. We’ve thought about finding ourselves a Master for quite some time, but haven’t quite gotten up the nerve to attempt it, but when we saw you come into the restaurant in the presence of four submissives on leashes, we looked at each other and said, ‘This is the man we want.’ You’re exactly like we’ve imagined a Master to be; a strong, Dominating presence who seems to fill up the room. We hoped you were local, and we’re disappointed that you’re not, but perhaps you can do for now until we figure out how much we really want this, since we’ve never actually done it before.”

“What about you, Bonita? What do you want to do?”

“I want to fuck you,” she replied honestly. Quinn laughed.

“Do you ever read paranormal erotic literature?” I asked. “The erotica dealing with vampires, demons, werewolves, that sort of thing?”

“Occasionally, but we prefer more realistic topics, such as military, bikers, mafia, and billionaire books,” Angelica replied.

Now all of us laughed, except the two would-be sluts, who didn’t understand what we thought was so damn funny. They would.

“Remove your clothes, both of you,” Quinn said.

They obeyed with alacrity, baring both of their bodies, with only small differences between them.

“Stand with your feet more than a shoulder’s width apart, and your hands behind your backs.”

They both quickly obeyed. Both their pussies were already wet. They were undoubtedly sluts. Quinn went up to them and started feeling both of them up, telling them both to hold still when they moved. They had a hard time obeying when his thick fingers penetrated their pretty pussies. They both moaned as they quickly orgasmed on his fingers. When Angelica orgasmed, he fed his fingers to Bonita, and vice versa.

“Let’s talk a little about what I expect of my submissives. You may both kneel down on the floor, with your knees apart so I can see your wet cunts leak on the floor.” Quinn waited until they obeyed. “If you become mine, I have complete control of your sexuality. You don’t even touch yourselves without my permission. You don’t fuck anyone else, give blow jobs, hand jobs or anything else unless I tell you too. You’ll need my permission to orgasm, each and every time unless I tell you different. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master, perfectly,” Angelica said, Bonita nodding in concurrence.

“Answer me, slut. Don’t nod your head in agreement with your sister. Respond appropriately.”

“Yes, sir,” Bonita replied.

“Having sex without my permission will be punished with fifty swats to your naked bodies. Orgasming without permission is five per offense. You’ll be given other rules as well, and those may be punishable as well, but you’ll know beforehand what you’re violating and what the punishment will be. Have you ever licked pussy?”

They looked at each other, then said “Yes, sir.”

“With each other?” Quinn asked, understanding the looks they gave each other better than I had.

“Yes, Master,” they both replied, blushing. My, my.

Quinn thought about that for a moment. “I was concerned about who each of you could fuck for the next week, but that eases that concern. You can fuck each other.”

“Won’t you be fucking us, sir?” Bonita said.

“We leave on a cruise tomorrow, and won’t be back for a week. It’s too late to get you two sluts tickets, as the cruise is sold out. We’ll be back one week from tomorrow. If I accept your submission, you’ll be flying back to Maine with us. I’ll give you the flight details and expect you to buy tickets, for which you’ll be reimbursed. While we’re gone, I’ll expect you to be preparing. Any questions thus far?”

“No, Master,” both replied.

“Excellent. I have some paperwork for each of you to read and sign.”

I handed them both copies of their NDA’s. They kept glancing at Quinn’s erect prick while reading. I’m not sure how much they were retaining as a result. When they signed and handed them back, I made sure.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.