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Claws-“
    He roared. “The Dark Claws! Domesticated
little zoo animals! House dogs, not a wolf pack!” He surveyed his
grim brethren and nodded. “Iron Jaws!”
    I closed my eyes as the terrible howls arose
once more. I opened them when I felt Rocco’s breath on my neck. He
warning was quiet. “You will be punished if you challenge me
again.” I gasped as his hand reached into the bodice of my gown and
cruelly twisted my left breast. As he returned to his place at the
head of the room, I noticed several of the other werewolves had
begun idly massaging their swollen pricks with looks of glowering
desire. I glanced down and realized Rocco’s rough seizure had torn
several buttons from my gown and released the breast he has
savaged. Instinctively I moved to cover up, but the Iron Jaws
minions still gripped my arms, making it impossible.
    “When are we gonna do it?” A bored female
voice complained from a dark corner.
    I had not noticed her before. She was pretty
and dressed provocatively. As she swayed to her feet I realized she
was likely drunk or high. She ambled over to Rocco and placed a
clumsy hand on his crotch. As her head lowered to suck him he
glared at her with disgust, kicking her away. “Hey,” she
protested.
    One of the other brethren hauled her to her
feet and smiled. “Soon,” he promised, and roughly stuck a finger
between her legs. Her eyes instantly rolled back into her head and
she moaned as his hand slid in and out. The other werewolves
shifted restlessly. Some threw their clothes down and stroked
themselves openly as the girl approached her climax.
    Rocco was watching me. His gaze moved to my
naked breasts and he ran his tongue over his lips. I felt as if I
would vomit. Whatever he had in mind would happen soon. And it
would be bad.
    He nodded to the two minions holding me and
they dropped my arms. I covered my breasts but knew the futility
and instead tried to blot out the sounds of the girl’s pleasure. I
knew I would feel nothing of the kind when Rocco forced himself
inside me. I longed desperately for Marcus with every fiber in my
body.
    The girl gave a little mew of disappointment
when the werewolf withdrew his hand. “I was close!” she
whined.
    Rocco stepped over to her and placed a hand on
her blond head. “My sweet, you will have the honor of being a key
player in a very old, and very important ritual.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I know already. Why the
hell you think I agreed to come?” She hiked up her short black
skirt, exposing her carefully shaved pussy. “I’ve been fucked by
more crazy shit than you can guess,” she said confidently, playing
with herself and glancing around at the werewolves to ensure they
were paying attention. Though I was terrified, I could see their
bodies were magnificent, all with large exposed hard cocks now as
they had unanimously discarded all clothing. “But this, to be
fucked by this pack,” she said softly, “yes, that would be goddamn
amazing.” She pulled her tank top over her head and exposed pert
breasts which were curiously pocked with a series of twin red
puncture marks. She lay on the dirt floor in front of the fire pit
and spread her legs wide, smiling. “Now. Fuck me good. Who’s
first?”
    It was one of my former captors who reached
her prone form first. He seized her around the hips and slammed
himself into her. She arched her back and groaned. Another of the
Iron Claws straddled her neck and pushed his dangling dick into her
open mouth. She sucked greedily as the rest of the pack grunted and
howled with lust.
    The first two did not take long to finish.
Immediately another werewolf pushed himself into her, rolling until
she was on top. She gripped the flesh around his tattoo and
squealed with female pleasure as she rocked on top of him.
Meanwhile, another from the pack came from behind and pushed her
downward until her breasts touched the chest of the Iron Claw
between her legs. This newcomer spread the cheeks of her pink