The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“My slut is correct. They are being paid to be surrogate mothers, $200, 000 per puppy, a million dollar bonus for four.”

“You might be able to get away with less,” I said. “Loup-Garou in New England is fairly rich.”

Quinn pulled me over his lap and gave me five swats to my bottom. He didn’t pull my skirt up to swat me, though it was so short, I don’t think it was necessary for half the place to see my bare hoohaw. He sat me back on my chair. This was a somewhat swanky place, and we now had everyone’s eyes on us.

I was in a dither. Between the toy vibrating in my pussy, and Quinn’s public treatment of me, I was ready to cream myself. Quinn resumed talking to Brett. It didn’t take very long.

“Master, permission to cum, please.”

“Me too, Master,” Dani said. “I need permission as well.”

“No,” Quinn said, “and if you cum without permission, I’ll swat your asses in here.”

I’d already had my ass swatted in here, but I wondered if he meant more, like bare assed. With the doubt and fear of what he meant, both Dani and I did our damndest to keep from cumming. In the end, it was no good. Despite our best efforts, we eventually orgasmed, and being edged for that long, meant they were good ones. Since we now had the attention of most everyone in the restaurant, I think everyone knew both Dani and I orgasmed, even if we managed to suppress most of our moaning. It was both humiliating and arousing. Perhaps even more so to Dani, as she’d lived in Batavia before going to school. There might be people she knew here.

True to his word, Quinn spanked both of us again, though anyone could tell it wasn’t a hard spanking. It was arousing though. Thankfully, he shut off our toys again. Not five minutes after he finished my second spanking, a young thirty something woman came up to our group, going straight to Quinn.

“I love a man who knows what he wants. Do you have room for another slut in your little group?”

“I don’t know, slut. Are you ready to be marked as a slut like these two are?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master?”

Quinn smiled. “Better. Are you willing to fuck anyone I want you to fuck, man or woman?”

“Yes, Master,” she stated more confidently.

“Are you willing to breed for me like these other two sluts?”

She looked at Dani’s and my swelling bellies. “I’d be willing to breed with the right man, Master.”

“Excellent. Go into the lady’s room, remove your bra and panties, come back here and give me your panties, then sit in the lap of that gentleman there,” pointing to Brett, “and let him finger your pussy to an orgasm.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She looked at Quinn for a second, then headed to the lady’s room. The seven New York wolves looked at one another.

“Obviously, we’re going to need more privacy to carry on our discussion once she joins us, but we’ve discovered a number of different ways to find breeders, mostly by accident, and paying them is only one route to take, but a highly successful one. As my slut said, it may be possible a fertile woman would take less. The current economy is working to our advantage regarding payment. All four of these women were laid off at the same time. This slut was the first to sign up, and she’s encouraged others to sign up as well. She is a quarter werewolf herself, and she has some sympathy for the plight of wolves.

“It would be helpful to your cause if you found someone like her. The other methods are trading puppies for human children in the event of infertile human males, and finding cuckolds with fertile wives. Between the different methods, we’ve now got over twenty new puppies contracted for, sixteen of them from these four women, because of the bonus. In a restaurant yesterday, under similar circumstances, a young woman volunteered her submission to Brigitte. Brigitte asked these very same questions of the young woman, and I suspect we’ll be getting more puppies out of her, and not for $200, 000 dollars either, merely because she’s a submissive, looking for a Dominant.”

Quinn quit speaking as the woman came back. Her breasts were swinging freely under her blouse. She handed a black g-string to Quinn. They had a damp spot on them. Quinn sniffed them, then indicated Brett’s lap. The woman sat down, kissed Brett and waited for him to snake a hand down her pants. They were too tight and Brett had to undo the top button and unzip them halfway down. You could tell when his fingers entered her. She gave a gasp and leaned against Brett’s chest. Like most wolves, Brett knew what to do with a pussy, and it wasn’t long before she moaned and orgasmed on his fingers.

“Lick his fingers clean, then kneel at my foot,” Quinn ordered.

She did as Quinn ordered, licking her cum from Brett’s fingers, then kneeling beside Quinn.

“What’s your name, slut?” Quinn asked.

“Tiffany, Master.”

“Tiffany is a good name for a slut.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Are you married or engaged, Tiffany?”

“I was married, but I got divorced a couple months ago, sir.”

“Why?”

“He wasn’t man enough to keep me satisfied. I cheated on him and he divorced me.”

“If you’re accepted as a submissive, you can’t cheat or you’ll be severely punished. I want you as breeding stock, but only certain males will be allowed to breed you. You’ll be kept fertile, so no fucking around.”

“I understand, Master. You don’t look as if you have difficulty holding onto your women.”

Quinn smiled, looking at me. “Is there any medical reason you couldn’t bear children?”

“No, Master.”

“You’ll be required to take a medical exam before you’re fully accepted as a submissive, so I can be sure you’re a fertile breeder. As soon as you’ve accepted your submission, you’ll be required to go off birth control. Your children will be well cared for.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you available to leave with me now. Any place you have to be this afternoon or tonight?”

“Nothing that can’t be changed, sir.”

“How did you get here?”

“Uber, Master.”

“Go outside and clear your schedule. You’re going to get fucked this afternoon and the better part of tonight.”

“Yes, Master.”

Tiffany went outside and Quinn said. “That’s one of the ways to get a breeder. She’ll be given to the New York pack to breed. I need a mature, experienced Dominant to come to the place I’m staying tonight for supper, say four PM. Expect them to spend the night and do some serious fucking. Not everyone will be aware of wolves, so they’ll need to be discrete. I’ll discuss what’s needed when I see them.”

“Any objection to me?” Brett asked.

“Do you live in Batavia. It’s better if you do,” Quinn said. “You’re going to be in charge of two Batavia sluts.”

“I can move in with one of these puppies for now. I’m not rooted to my current location.”

“Pick a bitch. It’s best if the sluts are trained to lick pussy.”

“Darlene, I’ll be living with you for awhile. Prepare yourself.” It was the beautiful woman who asked about the five breeders. I wouldn’t mind getting in her knickers.

“Yes, sir.”

Quinn turned to Dani. “That’s how we get your mother a new Master.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Her mother, a woman named Nicky, can’t be a breeder, as she’s too old to bear puppies. She is a submissive and a cuckoldress, so it’s possible you can use her and Tiffany the way I used my two sluts to attract other submissives, and she may be aware of younger, breeding age, cuckoldresses, who could be bred. Since her two daughters are current breeders, she might be somewhat sympathetic to werewolf breeding problems, but not necessarily. That would need to be explored. Tiffany might be encouraged to help find other breeders, either other submissives, or friends locally who are suddenly without employment. You’ll need to tread carefully, until you’re sure. As soon as you’re relatively sure you have a breeder, have them sign a werewolf NDA, then you can discuss what needs to be done. Jessica might be able to help with Tiffany once she submits. She’s good at it. New bitches usually want to see a wolf breeding before they’ll agree, but you can use any female for that, even a bitch.”

“I’ll need the address,” Brett said.

Dani gave it to him and he wrote it down. Tiffany returned to our table and knelt beside Quinn again.

“I’m free until tomorrow evening, sir.”

“Excellent.”