The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Jessica and Sean have more adventures on their honeymoon, finding numerous new breeders for western wolf packs. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, group, interracial and interspecies sex. It contains Domination, submission, including spankings, and multiple partner sex, and cuckolding.

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More of My Honeymoon

We took the shuttle bus to the trail head, Bonnie going with us. Brigitte had her wear a buttoned shirt with all but the bottom two buttons undone, leaving much of her breasts visible much of the time. My collar was now on for the balance of my honeymoon. For today, I was dressed fairly modestly, except my breasts were unfettered, bouncing around under my short sleeved tee shirt.

As we walked, we learned Bonnie was from Nebraska, sightseeing like we were, going early enough in the year we hadn’t hit the worst heat of the summer. Like me, Bonnie had been confused sexually when she graduated from high school, attracted to women, but still afraid of her attraction to females. She’d kissed and petted girls a few times in college, but all of her completed sexual relations were with men. She’d married a big farm boy, an unsatisfactory relationship which often left her feeling sexually frustrated, and without the heat I had with my husband. When she had sex, it was usually at his instigation, infrequent and brief, just enough to get him off, but not her.

She often found herself staring at attractive women and wondering what it would be like making love with one. After six years of marriage, she got a divorce, feeling no passion for her husband at all. On a trip to Omaha, she’d gotten her piercings, (her nipples were also pierced), then visited a lesbian hangout, and had an exceedingly marvelous night with a married woman whose husband traveled, and didn’t care if his wife fucked other women. It was the first time she’d licked pussy, or had hers licked, by anyone. Bonnie knew she’d found her place in the world, but not what to do with it. The woman had also been Dominant, which Bonnie liked, as she didn’t have to wonder what she should be doing, just obey.

The small town she lived in, less than a thousand people, didn’t have lesbian bars, and if there were lesbians in her conservative community, they certainly didn’t advertise it. She was seriously considering moving to someplace larger where she could find someone like her. When she ran into us, she was on top of the world. It fulfilled all of her fantasies.

Bonnie loved it when we stopped for lunch on the side of the trail, and Brigitte made her lick all three sweaty pussies before she could eat.

“I’d love keeping an obedient little slut such as yourself,” Brigitte said, as Bonnie ate her food with the cum of three pussies glistening around her mouth, “but I have several requirements if I were to take you on full time.”

“What are they, Mistress?” Bonnie asked.

“Well, I live in Maine, and I’m not moving, so you’d have to move if you want to remain with me. You’d be leaving your old life behind. Next, I live in a house with four other people, including the handsome Sean here. If you live in his house, you have to learn how to pleasure him as well as the bitches. You’ll be a cock sucking, ass fucked slut, in addition to the cunt licking slut, we know you want to become. Your sex will be owned by me and I’ll expect you to fuck whoever I want you to fuck no matter what sex they are. You’ll get your fill of pussies, but I would expect you to take the occasional dick. Since you’ve fucked men before, that shouldn’t be a huge issue. The last and most important item, is I’m unable to have the children that I want. Some other slut will have to have them for me, and that would be you. I want you to be bred as we discussed last night, and have a minimum of four, for which you’ll be handsomely compensated. Would those conditions be agreeable to you?”

“The first one is the one I have the biggest problem with, Mistress. All of my family lives in Nebraska, Kansas and Missouri. My mother is elderly and in ill health. I don’t think I want to be gone for substantial periods of time. I’m sorry as I would love being your submissive slut.”

“I was afraid that might be the case, so I can offer the following alternative. I will try to find you another Mistress who will treat you the way you want to be treated, but you might still have to move from the middle of nowhere Nebraska to someplace with more trees, like Missouri or Arkansas. I’ll have to work on that, as I don’t know anyone there. How long are you on vacation for?”

“Another ten days, Mistress.”

“Can you travel with us, or do you have an itinerary you need to keep?”

“I would love to travel with you, Mistress. I can cancel my remaining plans. Where are you going?”

“Bryce, Capitol Reef and Canyonlands and Arches National Parks in Utah, then on to Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado, which is where you’d probably need to depart. Do you have your own car or a rental?”

“A rental I got in Phoenix when I flew in there. I could drop it off in Denver and fly back to Omaha when we reach there, Mistress.”

“I doubt we’d have anyplace to return your vehicle before reaching Denver, so we’ll need to take both cars from here. You’ll need to call and get another couple drivers added to the rental agreement, so someone else can drive while you lick my pussy. Do you have enough flexibility to extend past ten days if necessary? No more than a couple of days.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Excellent. During our trip, I’ll be calling to make arrangements for your future. You can expect whoever it is to be much like I am and will expect you to give yourself to both men and women and to have a minimum of four children for them. Since you’ll be paid for being pregnant, you should be able to have enough money for a new home where your mother might live with you, and you can take care of her, although she will witness you being a willing slut, so keep that in mind. If you were mine, I’d keep you naked all the time, ready to serve me at a moment’s notice.”

Bonnie shivered, but said, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Now suck Sean’s cock so I know you’re willing to take some prick with your pussy.”

So Bonnie sucked my husband’s cock on the side of the trail with her shorts pulled down around her knees so Brigitte could finger fuck her to an orgasm as she sucked dick. Several other people on the same trail witnessed it, two guys lingering to watch until she swallowed his spunk. She was flame red with embarrassment, but did a reasonable job despite her shame.

One of the guys might have thought he could get his jollies at the same time.

“Let me line up on this bitch and I’ll give her the dick she needs,” he said.

“You touch her, I’ll break both of your arms, and shove a cactus up your ass, shit for brains,” Brigitte said. “This bitch is my bitch, and the only dick she gets is the dick I give her.”

He looked like he was considering the challenge. “She’s a licensed bodyguard and I’ve seen a bigger man than you fight her and get broken ribs, a broken arm and worse, without her breaking a sweat. She told him he could fuck her if he put her on the ground, and he was stupid enough to try. You don’t want to test her unless you want to spend the rest of your trip with pieces and parts in casts.”

“Jessica, you’re spoiling my fun,” Brigitte said.

“Think of the paperwork.”

“It might be worth it.”

The friend had more sense. He grabbed his buddy’s arm and they moved away. Unfortunately, they were going in the same direction we were. Brigitte pulled Bonnie up off her hands and knees and let her pull her shorts up.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Bonnie said.

“You’re my property now, bitch. No one touches my property without my permission. Alicia, come with me a second,” Brigitte said. “The rest of you stay here.”

We waited for about five minutes, Brigitte coming back alone, with Alicia’s clothes folded up which she stuck in her knapsack. Bonnie wanted to ask a question, but Brigitte told her to can it. I knew what was up. The fact that he’d gone up the same trail meant it needed to be scouted ahead of us, and who better to do it, than a wolf.

About fifteen minutes more into our hike, a wolf howled in the distance. Brigitte got an expression of total satisfaction on her face. Three minutes later, two more wolves howled. The other hikers on the trail got worried. I wondered when was the last time anyone saw a wolf in Zion, and I’d just heard three of them. I could tell from their voices they were all different. I assumed the first one was Alicia. Who knew who the other two were.

We eventually came up on the two hikers. They were jammed up against some rocks with five wolves arranged around them, growling menacingly and showing their fangs, foam slavering from their mouths like rabid dogs. The men held up a couple of sticks, and looked terrified. The one who’d wanted to fuck Bonnie had pissed his pants. Seeing them, Bonnie was also scared, and moved closer to her Mistress, who was unafraid (naturally).

“My, my, my. What do we have here?” Brigitte said. “Who did you manage to piss off now, boys, Mother Nature? You wouldn’t by any chance have been waiting here to ambush us, would you?”

“Call ’em off, lady,” the nicer of the two men said.

“These are wolves, not dogs. I can’t call them off. I’m afraid you boys are shit out of luck. Years from now, when they find your bleached bones on the side of the trail with the marrow sucked out by wolves, I’m sure people will wonder what you were doing in this little hidey hole so close to the trail. Come along, folks. Nothing to see here.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

We continued on down the trail, Alicia leaving the other four wolves facing the two men while she raced off ahead of us. Another fifteen minutes of hiking and Brigitte called a halt to drink some water. She took Alicia’s clothes out of her knapsack and told us to wait while she disappeared into the brush again. Ten minutes later, both women came out of the brush, laughing like hyenas.

“He fucking pissed himself,” Alicia said. “What a tough guy poser he turned out to be.”

“Isn’t that the way it usually turns out to be. The toughest talkers are the biggest losers. If you’re really tough, you don’t have to say anything, because people know you’re tough without a word being said.”

“Damn straight.”

Alicia grabbed some water and we continued hiking. Bonnie was clearly confused by everything that had just happened, wanting to talk about it. Brigitte, just as obviously, couldn’t talk about it.

“Save your breath for walking, Bonnie. Someday, maybe you’ll learn what happened today, but not today. If you persist, I’m going to strip you naked, then spank your bare ass when we get back to the trail head.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Don’t worry, slut,” I said. “Nothing happened to those men.”

“How do you know that, Jessica?”

“I just do. Pay attention to your Mistress. You’ll know when you need to know.”