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Day One

Stacy slowly opened her eyes. She was in a small, enclosed room, laying on a mattress that sat on a concrete floor. There were no windows and the walls were completely bare. The curvaceous cheetah began to wonder where she was, until she tried to sit up and felt aches throughout her body, then she remembered.

She remembered being tricked into taking a drug that induced an early heat, then performing a strip-show for twenty horny wolves while that drug kicked in. How they ogled her hourglass figure while taunting her, egging her on to take the show further and further. Then… she remembered being savagely raped by those men with the explicit intent to impregnate her. All while they said such horrible things about her…

Things get hazy from there, she was fucked senseless over and over with no breaks between partners. She vaguely remembers being thrown into a shower, the water briefly snapping her out of the haze. She must have been tossed in here after she was cleaned off and passed out from sheer exhaustion.

That meant she was still in the club. More specifically, the basement. Up top it was a strip club, but that was just a front for the real business down below, the brothel.

Stacy looked down at herself. She was completely naked, any tattered remains of her clothes had been removed. There was still writing all over her body where the men wrote disgusting and degrading things on her, the ink was partially faded, but it seems one shower was not enough to completely wash it away.

The more extreme effects of the heat inducer had worn off, but she was still in heat, a dull lusty haze still over her body. She looked down at her belly and frowned. The words “Puppy Mill” with twenty tally marks underneath. Twenty unprotected cumshots… was there even a one percent chance their seed didn’t take and she wasn’t pregnant with one of their bastards?

Looking around the room she was in, there was hardly anything of note. Just a small end table, where a plate of food sat, beside that table a bag of plastic water bottles.

Stacy looked over the food… eggs, sausage, toast. On a paper plate with a plastic fork… The cheetah didn’t think the kitchen at the club could prepare anything other than greasy burgers and chicken wings.

She didn’t have much of an appetite after what she recently went through, but she was incredibly thirsty and the faint salty, bitter flavor still lingering in her mouth meant she must not have gotten anything to drink since before her ordeal. She shuddered as she realized the last thing she had consumed had been those bastard's foul semen…

However as she took one of the bottles and twisted the cap, she realized the seal had been broken already. Putting it down and taking another she found it was the same way, the cap had already been removed once, it was like that for all of them.

Stacy felt nauseous at what that meant. Bruno had tampered with them, or at least ordered someone to. He was drugging her again, she had no doubt.

She pushed the bottles away and laid back down on the mattress.

She laid there, motionless. However as minutes ticked passed into what felt like hours, there was nothing to occupy her mind. She was in a featureless room with next to no amenities. She was alone with her thoughts and when she wasn’t reliving the previous night in her mind she was dwelling on just how thirsty she was. The taste of cum on her mouth only got stronger, fueled more by her memory than actual lingering flavors. But the desire to wash her mouth out of the filth was too strong and eventually she caved. This was the only water she was going to get, drugged or not, it was how she would survive.

She opened one of the bottles and downed it in a single swig. As soon as she started to drink from it, she couldn’t help herself but to finish it all in one go. She didn’t have to wait long to feel the effects of whatever the water had been spiked with. The faint arousal of her heat started to become much more pronounced, intense. At first she thought she had been given the same heat inducer from last night, but this was different…

This was worse.

A powerful aphrodisiac of some kind, that was for sure.

She laid there, her lust making her all the more uncomfortable. It became even harder to tell the passage of time but eventually the door swung open again. It was a familiar face, Rocco. One of Bruno’s men who often worked security around the club. He had been there the entire time she was being raped… he was the one who brought her down here and got her washed off.

He walked over to her. “Get up, your shift is starting.”

Shift? There was a brief moment of confusion where Stacy thought he meant she would be upstairs waiting tables again, but it didn’t take long for her lust clouded mind to catch up and realize what kind of work he meant.

“P-please. I just want to go home.” Stacy pleaded, sitting up.

“You are home.” Rocco said, his deep, rumbling voice never faltered or changed tone. The entire time she has worked in the club, Stacy has never heard Rocco speak in any other tone. Even when dealing with an unruly customer, he never raised his voice, only spoke in his calm, monotone voice. Body language however was another thing entirely, he had a presence and just the way he would lean was enough to make the most macho of assholes leave without a fuss.

Those who didn’t… learned why they should have.

Right now, he just stood there, not really making an effort to intimidate Stacy. Though he did that effortlessly through his presence alone. If anything though, he looked bored.

Stacy slowly got to her feet, her legs wobbled, her muscles still somewhat sore like she had just had an intense workout before she went to bed…

“Will my dad be alright?” Stacy asked.

Her dad had been the catalyst for all of this. His stupid mistakes were why she was working for Bruno. His attempts to fix those mistakes only made things worse, pulled him deeper into debt with the crime boss and landed him in jail to boot, unable to pay what's owed.

Bruno used that to manipulate her, this was all on the promise that his life would be spared.

“Yes.” Rocco said plainly. “So long as you do as you're told.”

With that her position was firmly put in place, her fathers life was going to be held over her head indefinitely.

Rocco turned and began walking away. Stacy, with no other choices right now, followed behind him. With an embarrassed look on her face, she used her arms to cover her exposed body as best she could. As they walked down the halls, there were other girls present in the halls. Some even leading John’s to a room already. None of them seemed to pay the distressed Cheetah much mind.

Stacy was taken to a room with various booths lined up against a wall, curtains separating them from the rest of the room. On the opposite wall from the booths were several racks. Hanging from those racks were restraints of various types, from rope to leather straps. Rocco at one of the racks finally stopped and reaching up, he plucked an item from the wall.

Turning to face her, the tall, broad shouldered wolf held up a ring gag by its black leather straps.

“Open.” he commanded, holding it out so as to place it in her maw.

Stacy hesitated, but soon relented before daring to test the burly wolf’s patience. As soon as she opened her mouth, he forced the apparatus inside, fastening it around her head. The ring kept her mouth open wide, preventing her from closing it. After that was done, he quickly turned and took a second item, immediately wrapping a black leather collar around her neck.

Last, he picked up a pair of silver handcuffs. He grabbed Stacy by the arm and spun her to face away from him, before pulling both of her hands behind her back. When she didn’t resist, he locked the cuffs around her wrists and escorted her into one of the booths.

Inside the booth was very little. There was a soft looking pillow on the floor and a single hole in the wall. Just below the hole, a metal loop had been bolted to the wall, an unlocked padlock hanging from it.

Rocco put his hand on Stacy’s shoulder and forced her down into a kneeling position in front of the hole. The hole was large enough that when he pushed her forward into it, her entire muzzle could slide through. Then the loop on the wall was attached to another metal loop on the front of her collar with the padlock. This gave her no way to move backwards, ensuring her muzzle would remain pushed through the hole… available to anyone who might happen to be on the other side.

Unable to move, Stacy couldn’t see anything but the wall in front of her. She just heard Rocco’s footsteps as he walked away and out of the room, leaving her in isolation.

She wasn’t alone for long though, a door on the other side of the wall swung open. Softer footsteps drawing closer. No words, just the sound of a belt being undone moments before she was subjected to the all too familiar sensation and taste of a stranger's cock being forced into her mouth.

She couldn’t do anything, the gag kept her from closing her mouth. This man just approached her and shoved his musky cock into her muzzle as casually as one might approach a vending machine and select a soft drink.

As he pushed into her throat, he began to rock his hips, fucking her face. This only grew in intensity, the man grunting and groaning in pleasure as he used her face as a tool to get himself off. After a few agonizing minutes of this, he reached his peak, pumping his cum straight down Stacy’s throat.

A satisfied, breathy “Fuck…” was the only word he ever spoke during this entire exchange. He wiped the tip of his cock off on her tongue before pulling his pants back up and walking out.

He wasn’t the only one to make use of her muzzle though, every few minutes another man would come around and take the cheetah’s maw for a ride. Unlike last night, it wasn’t just wolves this time. There were other species mixed in with the usual wolven clientele.

She could also hear other men moaning and grunting, while other women nearby sucked and slurped, servicing the men just like she was.

Well… not exactly like her. They were moaning, some even giving the men words of encouragement or compliments about their cocks size, taste or even smell. They weren’t here against their will like she was, they were actual prostitutes who either enjoyed their work, or could reasonably fake that perception to further entice their clients.

It was like this for hours. Cock after cock, all pumping their loads straight down her throat. Enough that she actually began to feel full from all the cum inside her tummy, much to her own disgust.

The worst part though was that damned aphrodisiac coursing through her system. The musky smell of all these males’ dicks was only making it worse as her body reacted to the scent of virile mates the way nature intended. She was insanely horny, she could feel the growing wet spot on the pillow she was keeling on. She was dripping with need.

But there was no satisfaction in sight, the men were only using her mouth, only getting themselves off. Meanwhile she desperately wanted to at least touch herself, to feel some sort of stimulation.

This only made her ashamed though. She was an unwilling sex slave… she shouldn’t feel this way while being forced to pleasure these men. But she assured herself that it was just the drug, but that didn’t do much to assuage how much these feelings made her feel like a complete whore.

After countless hours of nonstop face fucking, Rocco finally came back for her. Pulling her from the booth and removing the gag and cuffs before taking her back to the tiny room she was being kept in. There, her uneaten breakfast had been replaced with a fresh salad.

“Your next shift is in an hour.” Rocco said, before shutting the door.

Immediately Stacy went for one of the water bottles, desperate to wash the taste of cum and dick sweat from her mouth. Aphrodisiac be damned, she just had to hope she would eventually get used to it… Then, she began to eat the salad. She wasn’t hungry, but the knowledge that the only thing in her stomach right now was over a dozen loads of cum was disgusting to her. What only made matters worse was when the load wasn’t shot straight down her throat, she still pretty much had to swallow it, the ring gag kept her from spitting and trying to force it down was the only way to get the foul slime out of her mouth.

Once the food was gone, Stacy couldn’t help herself. She fell atop her mattress and put her hands between her legs, furiously masturbating. Just as a starving man might eat just about anything to survive, your standards slip when your needs become too great.

This was the most shameful jilling off of her life, but she was so desperately horny that she could barely think. However, as it dragged on and on, she couldn’t get herself any closer to release. All she could think of was her defilement the previous night… how terrible it had felt to have her pussy violated by those wolves' cocks… and how empty her cunt felt without a fat knot inside of it right now.

She laid there, frustrated. But that didn’t last for long until Rocco came back and escorted her back to the booths. There she continued to have her mouth used by cock after cock for hours on end without any kind of break. As the night presumably grew later, the brothel only got busier. Men fresh off from work looking to blow off some steam. Party goers looking for a wild night. They came here and many passed through the room where they could freely use the cheetah’s waiting mouth.

With nothing else to occupy herself, Stacy wondered. Was she free? Like a free sample? Did they have to pay to use her? Was she cheaper than the more willing girls? That her body now carried a price tag sent a chill through her.

Eventually, in what Stacy could only assume was early morning, she was taken into the showers to be quickly cleaned off before being returned to her room to sleep.

This became her new routine. Every day she would go to “work” in the booths, forced to endure as her mouth was used and she swallowed enough cum that it more than made up for only receiving two meals a day…

Over time, she learned that the faster a client came, the longer the lulls between customers usually were. She began to massage their shafts with her tongue, doing her best to speed up the process, telling herself it was all to just get it over with and get their disgusting cocks out of her mouth.

Sometimes while lying awake, unable to sleep, she had brief moments of lucidity where she would think about her boyfriend, Tim. What did he think happened to her? Did Bruno cover up her disappearance already? Would she ever see him again? He had no idea she was working in Bruno’s club, she had told him she was doing volunteer work on the weekdays, so even if he looked for her… he’d never find her. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, her intense libido kept those thoughts brief and flickering, replaced instead with thoughts being taken by fat wolf cocks just to satisfy her desperate urges.

Day Six

While Stacy was lying in bed restlessly, her door clicked open. She looked up and expected to see Rocco, but to her shock, it wasn’t. Standing in the doorway, backlit by the light in the hall, was one of the men who raped her. She remembered him the most vividly of all, he had been the one to choke her the first time. He had made her feel utterly helpless… and now here he was, doing it again with his mere presence.

Was this a nightmare? Or a wet dream?

As he shut the door though, Stacy knew, to her horror, this was neither. It was real.

“You’re becoming quite expensive for me, slut. You’d better be worth it.” he growled as he walked in, unbuttoning his shirt. “You know why I’m here?”

Stacy sat up a little, looking towards him with a fearful look.

“T-to use me?” she asked, having only one real guess as to why any of those men would be here.

The wolf smirked.

“That… and to make sure our efforts a few nights ago took. I’m going to make sure it's my pups growing in that inferior womb of yours.”

Stacy just stared up at him, petrified. She did her best every day not to think of the fact she might get pregnant with their cubs.

“Nothing to say?” The large wolf said, pulling down his pants and letting his thick cock flop out while standing right above her. “Finally learned your place then? Prove it. I want to watch your tits bounce while you ride my cock.”

Roughly, he grabbed the cheetah, pulling her from the mattress and laying down on it in her place, pulling Stacy down on top of himself in the process.

Trembling, Stacy got up onto her knees while straddling his body and did exactly as he asked. She lined his pointed canine cock up with her wet pussy before sinking down onto it, moaning as she did.

She told herself she was just trying to get him to cum faster, just like those other men. That she didn’t want his thick, throbbing, wolf cock inside her pussy. That she didn’t desperately need a fat knot inside her just to get off.

“Fuck… just like you dumb cat sluts. Treat you like shit and you just want more. One fuckin’ sniff and you’re all addicted to wolf dick.” The wolf grunted, as Stacy slid down and took all of his cock into her needy pussy. “Just couldn’t wait to climb in my lap and get my cock inside you again.”

Stacy ignored his words and began gently bouncing in his lap, her moans coming out as soft little mewls while she rode him.

“C’mon slut. Faster, put some heart into it. Show me how badly you need my cock.” he taunted, putting both of his hands on her hips, using his thumbs to stroke her soft fur.

Stacy picked up her pace. Telling herself once again that she was only doing it to appease him. To get this over with. Not because it felt good to have his cock inside her, or because it felt good to obey…

As she fucked him, Stacy did her best to avoid looking down at his face. Every time she did she just saw him with a big toothy grin, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

With each bounce she felt herself rising closer and closer to climax. Unlike during her rape, where she had tried to resist orgasm with every fiber of her being, Stacy was quick to embrace it this time. She had been on aphrodisiacs for six days while in heat and hadn’t cum once since that night.

She came and came hard, screaming out in shameful pleasure. This greatly amused the wolf beneath her.

“Hah, got a bit of a hair trigger now, do you? You tried so hard to pretend you didn’t want us to fuck you, but look at you now, showing your true colors.” He said, his words adding to Stacy’s degradation.

His grip on her hips tightened, he thrust upwards with his own hips and in one quick movement, buried his knot within her.

The violent insertion of the bulbous knot still hurt, but this time… this time the pain actually felt nice. Familiar. For the first time in almost a week she didn’t feel empty.

From this point on, the wolf took over setting the pace, hammering up into her as fast as he could. The rapid fucking with a fat knot didn’t take long to push Stacy over the edge again, making her cum seconds before he did, flooding her womb with thick, baby making cream.

With his knot tying them together, basking in the afterglow in unison was mandatory. He pulled her down close and began fondling her tits.

“You’re gonna be mine. We’re going to have oh-so much fun together.” his tone was strangely threatening, like this was just the tip of the iceberg. It sent a chill down Stacy’s spine.

Eventually his knot shrunk enough that he could force it back out. With his cum leaking from her pussy he pulled his clothes back on and walked out the room.

After that, she was back on the same routine. Day in, day out, using her mouth to satisfy any clients who came to use her mouth. Eventually, her heat finally ended. Not that it made it much more bearable as she was constantly being dosed with an aphrodisiac to ensure she never felt a moment's rest without a nagging need between her legs she could never truly satisfy herself. Some nights she actually wished the wolf would return and take her again… but another week passed and no such thing happened.

The monotony of it all was finally broken when she had been down there for a couple weeks at that point. A doctor came into her room and gave her a quick physical examination before she went right back to her daily routine.

Day Twenty

A few days after the doctor's visit, Stacy was in her room after her first shift, taking a break before the second would start when the heavy door swung open early. In walked a slightly overweight wolf wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks.

It was Bruno.

“Heya sweet cheeks. Been a minute, eh?” he said, in his usual smug attitude. “Figured I’d drop by, got some news for you and figured it's about time we set the record straight one last time.”

Stacy sat up, she wasn’t sure what to say. It was him, the man who put her here, put her through all this. Hatred wasn’t a strong enough word for what she felt towards him. But he was also the only man who could make things better for her… or much worse.

Eventually she just managed the only word that came to mind.

“Why?”

“Why? Kitten, you remember when you first came to me? I offered you an easy way outta all of this.” he began.

Stacy did remember, when she came to him, offering to work in his club for free as a waitress to pay off her dads debt he was quick to accept the free labor. But… he had made her another offer right after, the sleazy mob boss made a not subtle at all implication that he would reduce or even outright forgive the debt if she slept with him. She turned that offer down.

“Had you taken the deal, your pops woulda been off the hook… and the disgusted look on your face when I gave you such a gracious offer. You tried to hide it, but you insulted me that day. So when your father bungled one little job up, got himself and my goods pinched, I knew it was you who was gonna make me whole on that. We played a little game I had been cooking up, combining my two biggest businesses. I put you down on the table and let those boys place their wagers on that womb of yours.”

“W-wagers?” Stacy asked, confused by where Bruno was going with this.

Bruno smiled wide, beaming with pride over whatever this was. “A game of chance. In which you were both the game and the prize. A little game of daddy roulette. Whoever knocks you up, gets to take you home.”

Stacy’s heart sank as Bruno explained his little game… and the implications of its outcome. Suddenly the wolf’s words that night made a little more sense, giving an increased sense of dread.

“So I suppose you can guess what bit of news I came to deliver. Doc gave me your results yesterday. Congrats on the pups.”

Stacy cast her eyes down onto the floor. The news was hardly surprising, but that didn’t soften the impact of having it confirmed any easier to take.

“Had to poke around with my out of town contacts to find enough perverts willing to pony up that kind of cash for just a chance at keeping you, but even if they didn’t win, they still got a fun night with you. ‘Course we can’t announce a winner until the pups are out and we can do a paternity test. Until then you work here for me.” Bruno explained.

The double-dipping bastard was getting more than his money's worth out of her. Siccing that wolf on her a second time in her room, giving him an unfair advantage was probably another way of getting even more cash out of her before she is out of his hands.

“Honestly, you should be grateful that anyone wants to take you in now. You’re used goods.” The wolf leaned forward, grabbing one of Stacy’s breasts and giving it a firm squeeze. “Shame, would've liked to put you through the paces myself. I woulda shown you a real good time. But I fuck women, not whores, you had your chance.”

Bruno’s words stung more than they should, nothing he says should carry any weight, but the way he said them so casually. There was no cruelty to his tone, to him these were just facts.

“Oh and just to be clear.” Bruno added. “Our deal still stands. Your pops is off limits. He ought to be out in three years with good behavior.”

At least it wasn’t all for nothing…

“What about my boyfriend? He will look for me…”

“Huh? Oh, Bartholomew? Don’t worry about it, ol’ Bruno thought of everything. Rocco took some good videos with your phone while you were having your fun. Nice tight angles of your face showing just how much you were enjoying yourself with wolf cock inside you. Sent it to your boyfriend and told him you were leaving because you needed a man with a real cock and to delete your number.”

Stacy was mortified to hear this, that she had started giving in to her body’s urges that night had been such a source of shame… to know her boyfriend had seen it and now thinks she intentionally cheated on him before breaking up over such a horrible text message. Still, it was probably better this way. If he ever figured out what really happened, where she actually was… Tim would probably get himself killed, his body dropped to the bottom of a lake somewhere the moment he went to the police, police Bruno had in his pocket.

“Hey, what's with the frown? Ain’t like that kid was gonna accomplish anything with his kitty cat pecker now that you’ve had a taste of real men. Besides, today’s a big day for you. Now that we don’t gotta worry about anyone poisoning our contestants well with their little swimmers, we can put all your holes on offer. I bet you’re dying for a proper fuck, eh? We’ll set you up in a new booth, at a discount, make sure you get plenty of action tonight.”

Bruno laughed and began to walk out of her room.

“See you around, honeytits.” he called back before stepping through the door. As soon as he was gone, Rocco stepped out in his place.

Silently, Stacy got up and began to follow Rocco as was routine. She was quiet, staring downwards as she walked, her mind racing with all she had just learned.

She was pregnant. Her boyfriend thinks she had just run off to cheat on him.

But what weighed on her mind the most was the truth of Bruno’s little game… that the winner would get to “keep” her.

The men who had raped her, they had all be cruel and awful to her the entire time. Down here, she was a commodity, something to make a profit for Bruno. With one of them… what would she be to them? What would they do with her? She had little over eight months before she would find that out. It was a lot to take in.

As these dark thoughts clouded her mind, she was led into a new room this time. This room had even more booths than the last, located on both sides of the wall instead of just one. The sounds of sex were apparent, the rhythmic slapping of fur against fur, soft moans and pleasured grunts. Many of the booths were already in service.

She was pulled into the booth only to find this one had three holes rather than just the one, holes that also led to the adjoining booth, instead of to an adjacent room, like a more traditional glory. Thankfully, it wasn’t also located in a bathroom…

She was bent over and upper body was fed through a larger, padded hole in the center of the wall, so that only her ass and legs remained on the other side. Then her hands were then pulled back through two smaller holes above the first, where they were cuffed together so she couldn’t pull them back through. Her ankles were likewise cuffed together with a spreader bar, keeping her from closing her legs.

“You know the consequences if you try to hurt a customer or rat us out.” Rocco said once she was trussed up, standing in front of her with his arms crossed. “But Bruno wanted me to make sure you understand, you know what happens, right?”

Stacy nodded, confused at first. Why were they telling her this now? But slowly it dawned on her muddled mind that Rocco wasn’t holding her ring gag… they were trusting her just a little more.

“Figured as much. Also I’m supposed to tell you not to insult, refuse or in any way antagonize the customers, unless they ask you to do so. You don’t have to talk to them, but if you do, it's to flirt with them. Otherwise the gag goes back on and there will be other reprimands.” Rocco said in a flat, bored tone, like he was just reciting what Bruno had said to him word for word.

Stacy nodded again.

Unfolding his arms, Rocco turned and walked out of the booth, once again leaving her helpless and alone. Of course, just as before, she wasn’t alone for long. As soon as she was available, men would soon file in. A hand slapped her on the ass, startling her, followed shortly by a pair of fingers prodding into her wet sex.

A moan escaped Stacy’s maw, taking her by surprise. It was the first stimulation from someone other than herself in weeks, weeks spent high on aphrodisiacs. Not since the wolf visited her in the night… Needy doesn’t begin to describe the state her body was in.

“Mmm…” the man grunted as he inspected her like a ripe melon in the produce section. “Nice and tight.”

He pressed the head of his cock to her pussy. As he slid inside Stacy could identify he was definitely canine, though not to the size of the wolves who had ravaged her. Still, any port in a storm, she couldn’t help but moan like a wanton slut.

As this was happening, someone else stepped into the booth her upper body resided in. A well dressed coyote, he appeared to be some kind of businessman. He pulled his cock from his pants and began rubbing it against Stacy’s cheek while smiling down at her.

Stacy opened her mouth to allow him to fuck it, but when he didn’t immediately stick his dick inside she realized he wanted something more than just a hole to fuck. Pulling her head back, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, before sliding forward, taking him into her maw herself.

Almost instinctively, her tongue got to work. She was well practiced by now and it showed as the coyote began to moan softly.

Stacy herself moaned out sharply, as the canine behind her had just pushed his knot inside of her. This alone was enough to push the horribly pent-up cheetah over the edge, cumming on the unseen stranger's cock.

“What a slut…” The coyote muttered under his breath to himself.

Stacy blushed, but continued to take the coyote deeper into her maw. Deepthroating a cock was second nature to her by now and she didn’t struggle one bit to choke his entire shaft down.

The canine fucking her pussy suddenly gave her ass a hard spank, earning a muffled yelp from the feline. With a few more rapid thrusts, he groaned out, pumping a load of thick sperm deep into her already-fertilized womb.

It wasn’t long before he pulled out, letting his seed leak out of her pussy and onto the floor below. As soon as he walked out of the booth, someone else took his place without more than a couple seconds in between. She felt his cock slap against her ass before the new male started to line it up to his target… this time aiming a little higher.

Stacy grunted around the coyote’s cock as this new stranger’s cock sodomized her.

The coyote was getting close, Stacy had grown quite adept at telling when someone was about to cum just from the feeling of their cock in her mouth. In just a couple weeks she had more oral experience than most women have in their lifetime.

The coyote grunted, pumping his load into her mouth, filling her maw with his salty seed.

Stacy swallowed it down. She blushed, swallowing cum was so intuitive to her now that the thought of spitting it out didn’t even cross her mind. Maybe that coyote was onto something, calling her a slut…

The coyote walked out and just as before he was replaced with another man almost immediately. A college aged deer who looked pretty out of place. He was just as eager to play with her tits as he was to have his dick sucked, so Stacy figured he’s probably a first timer to a place like this… completely oblivious to the circumstances that put the cheetah in this position.

The rest of her day followed just like that. Bruno kept his word and made sure she saw plenty of action. It was nonstop that she was kept stuffed from both ends, filled to the brim with cum. She came dozens of times, to the amusement of her various partners. From their perspective she wanted to be there, she loved being there.

Could she say they were wrong? Compared to having only her mouth used over and over, unable to feel any kind of stimulation of her own… This was a huge improvement, even if it was all the more degrading and violating. She was actually a little grateful for the change.

Also… the nonstop action kept her mind off the rest of her predicament and the life she now knew was growing inside her. But that wasn’t something she would be able to ignore for much longer…