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And every bitch deserves to be fucked like a queen. Was that a twisted way of thinking? Maybe. But it was mine. The truth is, I didn’t want to submit. I wanted to dominate. To control. To flog. To slap. To make sure pleasure was given, not taken. Sex should be a gift I deliver, not something I surrender to.

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them. “These fat tits are made for abuse.” Jax yanked her skirt up and shoved her to her knees on the dirty concrete floor. “Open that fucking mouth.” Two hard cocks slapped against her face. Lia opened wide like a starving slut. Ethan shoved his thick cock down her throat first, balls-deep in one thrust, making her gag violently. Spit exploded from her lips as he fucked her face mercilessly, her glasses fogging and sliding down her nose. “Choke on it, you pathetic virgin-turned-whore. This is what you were born for.”

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

Sigh, I guess I must thank him for never agreeing to that but they never stop and I am afraid that one day he will just give in and agree. I don’t want to imagine what that day would be like, for now that it has not happen I will keep thanking whoever is out there looking out for me. When we get to the pack we are welcomed and shown to our rooms. Of course, I am sharing with Austin, a slave shares a room with the master and sleeps on the floor so that he or she can be able to take care of his alpha’s needs whenever he needs them to. They must even think that I am sleeping with Austin, maybe that is the reason why they keeping asking him for a night with me.

I had never felt so alive as I did in this moment, on the precipice of both pain and pleasure. "You're going to learn your place, slave," He growled, his voice low and menacing. His eyes were locked on mine, and I could see the desire burning within them. It was a desire for dominance, yes, but also for connection. I was nothing more than a means of revenge for him to express himself, to release his anger. "That's it, slave," His voice low and threatening. Next moment was horrible. He put silver clamps to my ni**les and a sharp pain ran through my body.

a lie. He disappears from my sight and reappears but this time he had his cell phone in his hands, he looks for something and then hands it to me. Fearfully I take it but when I saw the image my body trembled with terror as I hear Dalton tell me in my ear that she is his previous slave, my sight blurs as in horror I watch a woman torn to pieces with her legs out of place and her intestines out of her body not to mention the rest. —Loving him... will lead to your death, human.

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.