The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“At least five, Master. I suspect there are a lot more than that. I think this cruise is designed to bring out the slut in all of us, sir.” There was a lot of laughter on the dance floor as I said it.

Quinn laughed as well. “I suspect you’re right, Slut. At all four quadrants of the dance floor, a submissive slut or two, is going to be punished for your viewing pleasure. Not all of them might have orgasmed as frequently as my slut did, but they’re all going to get spankings to their naked asses. As our DJ continues playing, make sure you dance to near where a naked slut is being punished and watch them get spanked on their delightful tushies.

“When their punishments are over, feel free to touch them and see how warm their asses are. If anyone else would like a twenty swat bare ass spanking by the Dominant of your choice, feel free to line up on a Dominant to be bent over a lap. Thank you for your indulgence.”

Quinn handed the mike back to the DJ who started another song set, a mix of fast and slow. Quinn set a chair down in front of the DJ and had me bend over his naked lap, his cock harder than a rock poking into my side. I saw the other four Dominants in our group doing the same, on all four sides of the dance floor, (Sasha set up shop right beside us with Francine over her lap.)

“Count for me and thank me for each one,” Quinn said. “You have my permission to cum until we return to our suite.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, sir.”

So, in front of what seemed to be half of the guests on the ship, I got a nice leisurely spanking to my naked ass. It seemed most of the guests were watching one of the sluts get spanked, more than dancing. I orgasmed five more times during my spanking, (the Lush was still running in my pussy,) none of which caused me any more pain.

With each swat, I counted and thanked Quinn for my spanking. Francine was doing the same beside me. She only got thirty-five swats. I knew Rose, Isabelle and Lenore were out there getting their asses paddled. Women and men started to line up in front of Sasha and Quinn, mostly women in Quinn’s line, but some men. Mostly men in front of Sasha, though she also got some women. When my spanking was over, a lot of different people touched and caressed my naked ass, feeling the heat rising off of it, which aroused hell out of me and caused me to orgasm again.

Quinn and Sasha didn’t discriminate, they spanked whoever climbed over their laps. I later heard that over forty guests got twenty swat spankings that evening, from the four wolves and Sean. Seven of the women of breeding age who got spanked were later converted to breeders.

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There were a few new faces, a couple of them male, sitting around our breakfast table the following morning, in addition to Anna, Jewel, Francine, Mandy and Florence. I wasn’t introduced to any of them. The men had spent the night with a couple of the female wolves, I think Brigitte and Alicia, although I couldn’t be sure as they were all sitting together. Maybe others were involved as well. Gretchen had spent the night with Sasha and Francine. That much was clear.

Helga found us and asked Anna if she could have Bernard for the day.

“Go with Helga, Bernard. She’s going to train you to be a better pussy licker. If you’re substantially better when she returns you, I’ll give your little boy clit a blow job. When will you have him back, Helga?”

“Tonight’s theme is the Prehistoric Party,” Helga said. “I’ll dress him up for the party and bring him along. He won’t be dressed as a cave man, but a cave woman, instead. He’ll look adorable.”

“Excellent. We’ll see you later. I’ll have someone taking movies of my fucking today, cuckold, so you don’t miss anything.” The two other men tittered, making Bernard blush.

“Yes, Anna.”

“We discussed this, Bernard. How are you to address me from now on?”

“Yes, Mistress. I apologize.”

The two guys chuckled again. I’d be careful if I were them. I could easily see Brigitte or Alicia turning them into their little bitches, and I’d doubt they’d have trouble doing so.

“How did Angelica and Bonita do yesterday, sir?” I asked Quinn.

“They did well. They sent some good shots of cream filled faces.”

“What do you having them doing today, Master?”

“North Georgia sent a male and female down from the Ocala area. They’ll be doing whatever those fuckers want for the next couple of days. We exchanged their help for allowing them to breed them both once, for their second breeding. Allows me to pay more attention to my new sluts. Jewel and Florence wanted to exchange partners from the cabana yesterday, and Mandy is craving a double dicking, pussy and ass. Anna is a little miffed she won’t be getting fucked as much now that she’s pregnant, but since she’s going to be a breeder, we need to keep her happy. Don’t worry, though, I plan to include you in the fun and games.”

Today was another day at sea, so plenty of time for fucking. We gave up the wandering around the ship on leashes, we’d been so successful already. The three wolves and Sean were quite busy that day. Since there was no further breeding involved, Sean used condoms, and ended up fucking the new sluts himself. He was the one in Mandy’s ass, when she was double penetrated, Quinn in Mandy’s pussy, so she was well stuffed. I licked a lot of pussy in a sixty-nine, while one of the males fucked a slutty cunt. Fortunately, they all licked me back.

Quinn and my husband both found time to fuck me and Lenore, so we got some good dick along the way. I spent part of my afternoon with Gretchen while Sasha had Francine learning to suck a dick, (Sean’s). Since he was the smallest of the four cocks we had at our disposal, he was a good choice for a neophyte cocksucker.

Around four, the new women were sent away to get dressed for the next theme night, Prehistoric Party night, except for Anna, who’d moved her clothes into our suites. Think Flintstones or 10, 000 BC, and you’d get the idea for the costumes. Our bottoms needed to be covered for dinner, but the party afterwards, we could be naked again.

Lenore and I had leopard skin panties with faux fur breechclouts, rubber dog bones hanging from our collars, and wild, untamed hair, pinned up with wooden and bone hair ornaments. We still got to leave our boobs bare, and bare they were. Isabelle and Rose, had zebra pattern panties, and leather loincloths, similarly naked up top. Anna had a Wilma Flintstone like outfit, with a dinosaur plush toy she carried around.

The men all had Tarzan style loincloths, which didn’t hide much of the equipment they were packing. Another nice cruise ship meal, and the women lost whatever panties we had and we hit the party.

When Helga found us with Bernard, the change in him was remarkable. She’d either had him shave or shorn him herself, of all hair below the top of his head. He had a wig on, with long hair going halfway down his back; make up, including lipstick, and an outfit that was close enough to Anna’s, he could be Betty Rubble, including a brassiere with something inside of the cups to give him full breasts, and a short skirt. He truly looked like an adorable young woman, particularly in the low lights around the dance floor.

“Was I not right,” Helga said, “and doesn’t Bernard look precious.”

“What a transformation,” Anna said. “He could be my girlfriend. How are you, Bernard?”

“Fine, Mistress.”

Anna patted his cheek. “Good boy, you remembered.”

“Lift up your skirt and show your Mistress what else you have,” Helga ordered.

“Yes, Mistress Helga.”

Bernard lifted up his skirt and he had a metal cock cage locking him into chastity. Helga handed the key to Anna. Bernard dropped his skirt.

“Consider his cage a gift for how much I enjoyed his company today,” Helga said. “Now he won’t play with his little boy clit when better men fuck you. He becomes much more attentive to your needs and less to his own orgasms. Men become much more malleable when you control their orgasms. May I speak to you alone for a few moments, Anna?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course. Sit down, Bernard. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Bernard sat down at our table and Anna disappeared with Helga for around thirty minutes.

“Do you think you’re a better pussy pleaser, Bernard?” Quinn asked.

“Mistress Helga believes so, sir. She said that I’m at least twice as good this evening as I was this morning.”

“What else did she teach you?” I asked. “You must have done something other than learn how to lick pussy.”

“Yes, Miss Jessica. I had to learn how to suck Mistress’ lovers back to an erection so she could enjoy their superior cocks again.”

“I’m a submissive at the moment myself, Bernard. Unless my collar is off, you may address me as Jessica. How did you like that?” I asked.

“Anything which increases my Mistress’ pleasure, gives me pleasure, Jessica.”

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question, Bernard. Do you like sucking cocks?”

“I prefer pussy, Jessica.”

“Did you practice on real cocks?” Quinn asked.

“Some men, sir. I had to suck some dildos as well, as the largest of the real cocks I had to suck was only six and a half inches long. Mistress Helga said that I should learn to suck truly superior dicks, so I learned to deep throat a nine inch dildo.” He paused a moment. “Is there something wrong with me?”

I looked around to ensure we had relative privacy. “Every wolf at the table has sucked a cock many times, Bernard. Wolves have to submit to superior wolves all the time, no matter what their gender is. My grandfather is a sub alpha of the Upper Peninsula pack in northern Wisconsin. A lot of pack alphas attended his mating ceremony. He had to suck all of their cocks as part of the ceremony. I’ve seen Quinn suck a lot of different dicks. It’s part of their upbringing, being raised as a wolf. You weren’t raised that way, so it would seem foreign to you. Do you think there’s anything wrong with Quinn?”