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Month Three

Another day, another shift. Stacy made her way into a small booth, holes carved out on either side. The cheetah got down on her knees and idly stroked her baby bump as she waited.

Soon enough, she heard movement in one of the adjacent booths and a moment later an erect cock was slipped through the hole.

A big, thick canine dick. Eyes fixated on the throbbing member, Stacy moved in quickly, wrapping her hand around the base, right where the knot was beginning to form. Massaging the budding bulb with her fingers she began to run her dextrous tongue along the shaft, eliciting deep moans of pleasure from the man on the other side.

“F-fuck, you really know your way around a cock." The man groaned out.

Stacy felt a strange mix of emotions from such a simple statement. There was a twinge of pride. But she knew she shouldn't be proud of her oral skills, it's not something she ever wanted to be proud of. But three months of captivity in an illegal underground brothel, comments like this were the only praise she ever received. The closest thing to positive interaction with another person. She needed something to grasp onto and, well, she was damn good with her mouth. At this point she could suck a man's soul out through his dick if she tried hard enough.

She took the puppy pecker into her mouth, taking him into her throat with ease. Bobbing her head along his length, working his shaft with her tongue while the rest of his cock enjoyed the tightness of her throat.

Stacy's free hand was still cradling the subtle bump on her tummy, but slowly it dipped lower, slipping between her legs. She was soaked and dripping down below as she began to idly rub her sex. That sensation used to bring her so much shame, but she has long since come to terms with it as being normal. It wasn't like she could control it, she was being kept horny twenty-four seven with drugs in her drinking water.

It didn't take her long to finish the first guy off. Nor did it take long for a second to show up and push his dick in through the hole.

She stared at it, another canine, bigger than the last. Almost as big as…

She felt a pang of arousal staring at it, even as traumatic memories flooded back.

She turned to face away and pressed her backside up against it, using her hand to guide it in. This did bring her shame every time, without fail. For some reason, ever since the night that got her thrown down here… her fingers couldn't cut it anymore. Try as she might, she couldn't cum without a real cock in her pussy.

That might not be so bad, if it weren't for the fact that large, canine pricks worked best. Anything else she struggled to reach climax in, often the guy would cum before her, but a big juicy doggy dick? She would be cumming her brains out…

The man on the other side may have put his dick through the hole for his own pleasure. But Stacy was using him like her own personal dildo. Her enthusiasm did not go unnoticed either, as he moaned out while she thrust her hips back into him.

She was so lost in the pleasure, she almost didn't notice the next dick being slid through the hole in front of her. Once she did, she leaned forward, immediately taking him straight into her mouth.

The booth was not spacious by any means, once she was fully bent over both her face and ass were pressed against the walls, the cocks inside of her keeping her pinned where she was. It was up to them after that to fuck her, humping at the walls, stuffing the cheetah with dick from both ends.

As soon as the canine behind her jammed his knot inside her, Stacy came, her pussy quivering and clenching down on his cock. Her moans reverberated around the dick sliding in and out of her throat. Then, when the man inevitably came inside her, she came again along with him.

Shortly after, just as the knot had gone down enough for the man behind her to pull out, the man using her mouth came. He pulled back, letting the cum flood Stacy's mouth, filling her maw with seed.

Though it further shamed her to admit it, she didn't really mind the taste of semen anymore.

Dozens more men passed through those booths. Stacy tried not to keep count. Knowing the exact number of strangers who had defiled her body was just upsetting. Not that it really mattered, she had taken so much dick in just three months that she was an irredeemable slut. Forever tainted.

Eventually, her shift would be at an end. When it finally did, she made her own way back to her room. Stopping briefly in the showers to wash off the sweat, spit and cum.

She returned to her little room where she had been staying for these past few months. It was more of a glorified closet, but there was just enough space for her. She laid down on the mattress in the corner, her hands roaming across her taut belly. It was just barely a bump, only visible because she had such a skinny frame.

It was still surreal, even months later. She was pregnant. She didn't know who the father was… but she would. In six months.

Twenty men. Twenty wolves. They had raped her, bred her. Now she was being held, forced to work in a brothel until a paternity test could determine the lucky winner of “daddy roulette."

The prize? Stacy. Her servitude to the brothel would finally be over… but that didn't give her even a glimmer of hope. She would be the property of whoever knocked her up, their slave. All those men had been so cruel, so awful. Would that be an improvement?

At least in the brothel she was safe… Bruno might only care about making money. But even he understands damaged goods don't pull in customers. Anyone dares try to seriously hurt one of the girls… Rocco takes care of them.

When faced with the uncertainty of her future… being a brothel slave didn't seem so bad in comparison.

Month Four

Stacy was carrying a tray in one hand, her other hand idly stroking across her slightly swollen belly. Naked save for the black leather collar around her neck, she set the tray down on the table and took the bottle of whiskey from the center of the tray and filled four glasses before putting the bottle back and placing the glasses in front of each man seated at the booth.

One of the men, a mule, looked at her as she served his drink and grinned wide.

“Let me get that for you, baby." he said, looking right at her tits.

Stacy looked down to see some milk leaking from one of her swollen teats but before she could react the mule leaned in and licked it off.

“T-Thank you, sir." Stacy stammered out, embarrassed.

“No problem." The mule said with a wide grin. “How about you return the favor?" he reached out with a wedding ring clad hand and grabbed her by the wrist, guiding her own hand down into his lap, rubbing against the bulge in his trousers.

Stacy smiled and nodded. “Of course, sir."

The feline got down on her knees and slipped below the table. With deft hands she undid his belt and slacks, getting his thick phallus out. His hardening member did not spend long in the open air, the cheetah leaned in and quickly took the rod into her mouth. Even taking an equine cock, she slid it into her throat effortlessly. The mule groaned in pleasure as the pregnant cheetah fellated him with a level of skill he could never receive back at home.

It didn't take long under her exemplary service before the donkey groaned out, impulsively thrusting his hips towards her face, his cock twitching. He was close, but Stacy kept him from cumming, she knew just what to do and what not to do to keep him right on the edge. His whole body tensed up as she kept him there, longer and longer, she knew every moment was maddening for the man above her, but they never complained once they experienced the end result.

Stacy leaned back, keeping the head between her lips while she used her fingers and her tongue to finally allow him his sweet release. His bitter tasting seed flooded her mouth, rushing out with a surprising amount of force, they always came more when she edged them. Stacy swallowed it down eagerly, not wasting a single drop, moaning softly as it filled her mouth, coating her tongue.

Of course she wasn't done yet. There were others at this table with unsucked dicks. Business associates of the equine who were quite eager to get a taste of the VIP treatment for themselves. Stacy would move from man to man and it would be a few hours more until the men wrapped up their night of drinking and the cheetah's shift would end.

Month Five

Stacy woke up on a day she thought was like any other. Her breakfast was waiting for her on the table beside her bed. She ate it down eagerly, she was eating for two now and her belly was growing more pronounced by the day. Washing it down with water, the cheetah was no longer bothered by the fact that her drinks were laced with powerful aphrodisiacs, after months she had grown used to the constant feeling of arousal and it wasn't like she was far from relief.

What did throw her off though was when her door swung open and Rocco walked in. The tall, imposing enforcer used to visit her every morning. The wolf would escort her to glory holes where she would be bound in place and available for customers to use. But they hadn't done that in months, Stacy was now trusted to make it to and from her shift on her own. Not like the Cheetah was going to try and make a break for it… it wasn't locks that kept her down here, she knew the consequences.

“Club's been rented out for a big client tonight." Rocco plainly said. “Go get cleaned up then head upstairs to the dressing room."

As soon as he finished his statement, he turned and walked out.

Stacy got up soon after and made her way to the showers. She lingered under the water as she wondered what this entailed. The last time the club was emptied out for a special occasion…

She trembled, feeling a growing warmth between her legs. Briefly she wondered if it weren't for the lust-inducing drugs in her system, would her reaction to those memories be different? Would she be curled up in a ball and crying on the floor instead of getting turned on?

Or was she just broken?

Eventually the cheetah finished and walked out. Heading upstairs she realized it was her first time above ground in months. Though the strip club that sat above the brothel also lacked windows so it wasn't that much of a change in her environment.

Around the club the staff were getting tables ready, Rocco was leaning in a corner where he could see the whole of the club. Stacy headed for the changing room where the strippers got ready for their shows. Of course, all the girls who worked the pole in Bruno's club also worked a different kind of pole down below. The strip shows were the appetizer and the main course cost extra for discerning customers with deep enough pockets.

Those with shallower pockets… that's where booth sluts like Stacy came in.

As Stacy walked in she saw many of the other working girls here too, not just the ones who also danced in the club. They were in varying states of dress, but there was a unifying theme to the outfits they were putting on. Black leather and latex, straps, buckles and even restraints. A heavy BDSM motif ran through every outfit.

Stacy also couldn't help but notice that none of the canine girls were present. Felines like herself, horses, rodents, bunnies, but no dogs or wolves.

“There you are, Stacy, let's get you ready." a tall tiger woman said.

“Sure thing, Hilde." Stacy said, following the other woman.

Stacy was given an outfit that was little more than some leather straps that crossed along her body, but left a wide gap for her round belly.

“Open up." Hilde said, picking up a familiar object.

Stacy opened her mouth as the ring gag was once again fitted into her maw, fastened around her head.

“One last thing…" The tigress stepped around Stacy, gently guiding the cheetah's hands behind her back, before fitting some leather cuffs around her wrists.

“All set. The first guests will arrive soon." Hilde explained.

Soon enough, Stacy could hear commotion, like guests were being filed into the room. Not long after, the sound of Bruno's voice. The mob boss and club owner who ruined her life through the exploitation of her gambling addicted father.

He begins making a speech, thanking his guests for arriving, extolling the virtues of everything they do for this community, how they are a pillar of society and how they stand above all others. He concludes by inviting them to partake of the night's entertainment where it was time for the “rest of society" to “give back".

That seemed to be the cue, as the girls began to walk out through the curtains. Some walked out onto the stage while others took to the club's floor. Stacy followed the others out onto the floor.

Looking out she saw dozens of wolves, only wolves, they were all wearing masks but that didn't stop Stacy from recognizing several of them.

The mayor… the chief of police, business owners, government officials. She's pretty sure there was a senator mixed in among the group. All the wolves who held positions of power within the city… or higher. Bruno's speech suddenly took on new context.

Other than the masks, all the guests were in varying states of dress. Some wore leather straps and other fetishwear, others were just butt naked.

Save, except for Bruno and Rocco. Bruno was dressed entirely in a suit and already making his way out, towards the stairs up to his office. Rocco was still posted up in the corner of the room as before, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes scanned over the crowd, alert for trouble.

The girls up on the stage immediately got to the poles and began to perform, the club's music system kicked in and began to drown out all other sounds with bass-heavy beats. Perfect for keeping voices from being overheard… or recorded.

As the girls began to mingle with the guests, things got moving quickly. The wolves were quick to begin groping and fondling any girl who got near them. Some were even more direct in getting straight to the point, pushing girls to their knees or bending them over tables.

Stacy was not excluded. Every man she passed would grope and pinch her body. One man, seated at a table, pulled her over to him and wrapped his maw around her tit. He began drinking straight from her breast, taking his time before finally he had drunk his fill and lost interest in the pregnant feline.

One of the wolves' eyes met hers and he called her over with a beckoning finger. As she approached, a grin spread across his muzzle. He reached up and ran his fingers over the ring gag that kept her mouth perpetually open before pushing her down onto her knees.

He crammed his cock straight into her maw, taking advantage of her gag to start fucking her face unimpeded.

Stacy had endured such treatment for weeks, she was no stranger to a face-fucking and was quick to show off the deft skills of her tongue, bringing the wolf to a swift, but pleasurable climax.

Satisfied and eager to find another woman to molest, the man staggered off. Stacy got to her feet, only to be accosted from behind, a strong hand grabbing her by the tit while another rubbed over her belly.

“Mmm, so round and plump. You're positively gravid with pups. I wonder if they are mine? It's a one in twenty shot, I suppose. I've wagered more on worse odds." A voice growled behind her.

Stacy went stiff, her heart rate suddenly spiking as she realized that this was one of the men who raped her…

“Let's get these off and go find a seat." He unclasped her ring gag, letting it fall to the floor, as well as the cuffs around her wrists. Then, he escorted Stacy away, taking her to one of the booth seats on the club's edge.

They both sat down, Stacy right beside the masked wolf. The cheetah looked towards him nervously wondering what he might want. He just looked back at her with a faint smile.

“Having fun, dear? I must say you didn't even look a little disgusted sucking that guy's dick. Quite an improvement over the first time."

Stacy blushed and avoided eye contact.

“What do you want?" she eventually asked.

“Just to talk, sweet thing. Checking in on my investment."

“I thought I was just a wager." The cheetah replied, being more candid than she might be with a normal customer down below.

The wolf chuckled. “All investments are wagers. Some just have better odds than others. A smart wager you can influence and push the odds in your favor. But… it is more fun when you can't."

Stacy frowned, this man was clearly a gambler and her opinions on gambling have understandably soured over the last couple years. But, Stacy then realized, now that she had one of her attackers right next to her, she might finally be able to get an answer to a question that had been burning in her mind since she first learned of their little bet. At least, one-twentieth of the answer.

“If you win… what will you do with me?"

“Hmm…" The wolf looked lost in thought, leaning back in the padded seat. “I don't fully know. I quite like to watch more than anything. Maybe I'll let some associates take their turns stuffing that womb of yours? Or perhaps I will push your limits, figure out how to hurt you more than just physically, just to savor the look on your face."

Stacy swallowed, trembling.

“The way you looked when those first few men violated you, it was divine. Going last was well worth the show. Even if I don't win, I feel I got my money's worth." He grinned. “But you can never recreate a first time. Every time is different. I bet now, you would be the slut you truly are, you would beg us to use you."

Stacy blushed and yet again avoided his gaze, not wanting to acknowledge his assessment.

“Don't try to deny it. I was there, I saw how eager you got as the night went on. Then when you realized who I was just moments ago… you were trembling. Fear? Maybe a little. But I could tell what you really wanted, you wanted me to ravish you, to remind you of that night." The wolf's voice grew deeper with each word, becoming a low growl by the end.

“You're trembling again. But I told you already. I like to watch." He then reached out with a finger, pointing out into the club.

Stacy's eyes turned towards where he was pointing. In the center, on the same main stage where Stacy had been violated, the guests had rushed up onto the stage. They were running a train on the dancer who had been working that pole, the mink looked like she wasn't having quite as good of a time as the men using her, unused to being used quite this rough.

“Go. You know you want to. Get up there and beg them to fill all your holes." He then put a hand on her shoulder. “I'll be watching…"

Stacy rose on unsteady feet, her eyes trained on the stage and all the wolves standing on it. Then she took a step forward....

Why was she doing this? She didn't have to do this… Still, she took another step.

There was no excuse she could lean on, she could walk away, disappear into the crowd, go mingle with someone one on one instead of this. Another Step.

She couldn't justify this with anything other than an actual desire to be gangbanged by a bunch of horny canines again…

The cheetah's legs kept moving like they had a mind of their own. Not slowing down even as men she passed groped her ass.

She got right up to the edge of the stage and began trying to clamber up. Seeing the pregnant feline struggle, a couple of the wolves stepped forward and hoisted her up, eagerly groping her body in the process, grinding their erect cocks against her belly, smearing it with pre-cum.

The cheetah returned the gesture, wrapping her hands around their erect cocks, stroking them slowly. The eyes of every wolf on the stage was on her, as well as those around it.

“How about you boys have some fun with me?" Stacy asked.

The wolves grinned and she was quickly bent over, a cock finding its way into her mouth while another prodded and poked at her tailhole before sliding inside.

Stacy moaned out, hands reaching out to stroke off two more cocks as they approached. She was overwhelmed by the overpowering musk of so many wolves eager to fuck her holes. The men groaned out as well, pleased with the cheetah's body as they used her.

It was no surprise when the man using her mouth came first. He pulled free from her maw, stroking himself off and covering the cheetah's face with his seed. As soon as he was gone, the next man took his place.

With deft fingers, Stacy managed to make the men she was stroking off cum next, even getting them to orgasm in unison, coating the cheetah in even more musky wolf sperm. At that point the wolves made a game of seeing how many loads they could baste the kitty in. By the end of the night, not one of the cheetah's spots could be seen under a thick coat of white and none of her holes went unused.

Cum dripped off her, pooling onto the stage. In a lustful haze, as the crowd began to back off from her, she got down on her hands and knees, lapping the cum right off the stage, like a cat drinking cream from a saucer… she just needed more.

Her body was sore, exhausted. Yet as she staggered back down to the basement to clean herself off… She was happy. This was where she belonged, this was who she was.

Month Six

Stacy stretched out on the plush bed beneath her, sprawled out. It dominated the still relatively cozy, but still fully furnished, room. It even had a wardrobe, though Stacy rarely bothered with clothes anymore unless a costume was required. After five months, she grew used to baring her fur and they would just be taken off again anyway.

A knock came at her door. The cat slowly got up, sliding down to the foot of the bed, she sat in a provocative pose.

“Come in." She called in a voice sweeter than honey.

The door opened, an older wolf looked at her and smiled.

Ever since receiving her own room after Bruno's little party, Stacy found herself being quite popular with the lupine clientele. Sometimes it was people who had attended the party wanting a second go at the eager cheetah. Other times, like now, it just seemed that word was getting around that Bruno had a girl who loved servicing wolves.

Stacy got up to her feet, her belly weighing her down as she stepped forward and threw her arms around the man.

“What's your fancy?" she asked, already helping to unbutton the man's shirt.

“I've heard your mouth is quite good. How about we start there?" The wolf said.

Stacy grinned back at him, pulling his shirt off as she guided him to the bed as her hands got to work on his pants, tugging them down around his ankles as she bid him to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

The cheetah leaned in, planting her muzzle to the older wolf's chest, breathing in his musk and planting kisses that trailed further down his body. Dropping to her knees she brought her face to his crotch, teasing his sheath as his cock poked its way out. Her hands began to massage his heavy balls, soon enough his cock was protruding enough for her to get to work. She began to work her mouth over the shaft, moaning as she licked it, tasting the wolf's musky flavor.

His cock grew to its full length within her muzzle, soon she had to take it into her throat to keep it all within her mouth. Slowly she began to bob her head.

“Nnf- fuck…" the wolf moaned out, placing a hand on the back of Stacy's head.

A hidden smile curled on the feline's muzzle as she heard the wolf's groans of pleasure.

His cock began to twitch and throb, drops of pre-cum leaking out of it like rewards for the kitty's good work.

“Enough." The wolf said, grabbing Stacy by the hair and pulling her up from his cock. “I want to feel your pussy around my knot."

Stacy nodded, standing up. The wolf laid down on the bed and she crawled on top of him, straddling his cock as she slipped it between her folds. Her pussy was wet and dripping, well lubricated as she slid down, taking it all into her cunt without issue.

She rested atop his knot for a moment before she began to slowly bounce in his lap, giving it a few thrusts before finally coming down hard enough to slip the knot into her eager pussy.

Both her and the wolf moaned out and she began to bounce in his lap as much as the thick knot would allow, moaning like a complete slut, holding nothing back.

“F-fuck. Your knot is so big. I feel so full." Stacy panted.

“Your pussy is squeezing my cock like a vice, how is it so tight?" he grunted out. “I know you've taken hundreds of wolf dicks!"

Stacy giggled between moans. “My cunt was made for taking wolf dick." she responded.

It wasn't long after that, a few more bounces, that both of them erupted in a shared climax.

Afterwards, she laid beside the wolf who was still inside her, sharing an afterglow while they waited for his knot to go down. All Stacy could think about though was how long she would have to wait before another wolf came to knot her… hopefully it would be soon.

Month Seven

“That's it, that's what a real pussy tastes like! C'mon, put that worthless feline tongue to work." A female wolf cried out, her hand holding Stacy's head forcefully while the cheetah did her best to eat the older wolf out.

Sitting beside the she-wolf was her husband, cock in hand as he stroked himself at the sight of the kneeling cheetah between his wife's legs.

Stacy had much less experience with women, but the she-wolf didn't seem to mind. Maybe she wasn't very experienced either and didn't know what to expect? Or maybe she was just getting off on dominating the younger feline. Either way, Stacy was quick to adapt, able to read the subtle cues on what works and what doesn't. The wolf's moans were steadily increasing in intensity, working towards an inevitable peak.

It didn't take much to push her over it, the wolf crying out, her body tensing up as she came.

Stacy pulled away, her muzzle dripping with the she-wolf's juices.

“Good kitty…" she moaned out. “What do you say?"

“Thank you ma'am for letting me taste your superior pussy." Stacy blurted out without hesitation.

The she-wolf smiled at her, revelling in the feline's submission.

“Why don't you climb up onto the bed and get on all fours, if you ask real nice I might even be gentle." The male growled, staring down at her with a hungry glare.

Stacy smiled back at him and got onto the bed, crawling on all fours and wiggling her ass at him while her heavily pregnant belly hung low.

“Oh, please sir. Don't be gentle with me. Slutty cats like me deserve to be punished by their betters. It's what we truly crave." Stacy moaned out.

The man's face lit up with a sadistic glee. It wasn't just the things Stacy said that got her lupine clients going, but how she said them. Prostitutes were not known for their acting skills, especially ones working in a place like this, either just trying to make ends meet, or were outright forced to work here. Stacy spoke with such conviction that it seemed like she really believed these things.

Because, part of her now did.

Wolves had claimed her, used her, bred her, imprisoned her for months, all without consequence. Yet the longer she spent with them, the more lustful for them she grew, the more she needed a wolf dick just to get off. What other explanation was there? In her lust-addled and trauma-scarred mind, it made the most sense. This was the natural order asserting itself. She deserved to be here, she wanted to be here.

The man shoved his cock roughly into her ass and she moaned out. He forced his knot inside her ass without warning. No matter how many times someone did it, it was agony every time to have her tailhole stretched so wide without preparation, but her cry of pain turned to ecstasy as she came on the spot.

The she-wolf was now the onlooker, biting her lip as she watched, trembling with renewed arousal. She scooted closer to her husband and threw her arms around him.

“Fuck yeah, show that feline slut her place, show her how much of an alpha you are. Fuck her harder."

The male did as instructed, increasing the fervor of his bucking hips, his knot tugging painfully at her hole each time his hips pulled back. His hand came down hard, spanking Stacy right on the ass.

The female wolf stared at him with a burning passion in her eyes. He was a beacon of masculinity for violating a “lesser" species like this, he was her alpha. Pushing her muzzle against his they embraced in a passionate kiss.

Stacy meanwhile was a moaning mess. She couldn't say anything as every powerful thrust felt like it was pushing her breath back out of her lungs, knocking the wind out of her. Her milk-filled tits swayed beneath her, leaking the white liquid down onto the sheets below. She came several more times, her mind going completely blank until the man behind her finally came, dumping his thick load into her ass.

While that had only been a few minutes, it had felt like an eternity of bliss for all three of them. But they still had half the session left! Stacy couldn't wait to see what other fun they could get up to…

Month Eight

A knock came at Stacy's door. When she called out for them to come in, it opened to one of her regulars.

A wolf named Edward, though he always insisted she called him “Daddy." He would come around and practically worship Stacy's pregnant belly and drink from her milk-heavy tits. He was enamored with the idea of a feline carrying wolf pups. She hadn't seen him in a few days though, the last time she saw him he had been pretty disappointed, apparently asking Bruno for permission to breed her after she gives birth, only to learn that Stacy is already spoken for. He was eccentric, but clearly quite wealthy, so he did not seem one to handle rejection very well.

Seeing him again was a little surprising, but not nearly as surprising as what was behind him.

Rocco stood with his big hand on the shoulder of a terrified looking calico cat who had a gag stuffed in her mouth. She wasn't wearing any clothes and her wrists were bound in front of her. She was ushered into the room and pushed towards Edward, who took her in hand while Rocco shut the door behind them, locking the three of them in.

Stacy stared at the cat, confused. Who was she? Where did she come from? It was obvious she wasn't here by choice… was this Bruno's doing? Or had Edward abducted this girl himself because he couldn't have Stacy?

Edward pulled the gag from the cat's mouth.

“P-please, don't do this! Let me go! I won't tell anyone!" She begged.

Her pleas however only earned her a stiff slap across the face.

“Quiet slut. You need to learn your place, cats like you are breeding stock for wolves like me." Edward growled, forcing her to look towards Stacy. “Like her. She knows her place. She's going to help me teach you how to be a good girl while I put a litter in your belly."

“A… a litter?" The cat's eyes went wide. “No, please! Not that, I'm not ready to be a mother!"

Stacy stood still, stunned, seeing the terror on the feline's face. Terror the cheetah once had on her own face…

Edward pushed the calico down onto the bed as he began to remove his clothes.

“You will be." He growled. “Carrying my pups is what you cats are good for."

He crawled atop her, his much larger form overpowering her as she tried to fight him off, squirming and trying desperately to get away, tears flowing from her eyes.

On unsteady legs, Stacy stepped forward, drawing closer to the scene playing out before her, staring as the wolf was so eager to force himself on this young woman. She felt something building up within her, her hands were trembling as she reached forward towards them. Edward was impatiently struggling to line his cock tip up with the calico's pussy, scant moments away from penetrating her. From raping her.

Stacy's hands found their target, resting on the calico's shoulders, holding her down.

“Shh. Just let it happen. This is our natural place." Stacy said in a soothing tone.

It did anything but comfort the calico. She just stared back at the cheetah with a look of abject betrayal, followed soon by her face twisting in agony and disgust as Edward finally plunged his cock deep into her unprotected cunt.

As Edward began to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the unwilling feline's snatch, Stacy looked on and felt a deepening arousal between her legs.

The calico's cries and protests grew more indecipherable as her defilement went on, the wolf only growing rougher with each passing moment. Edward growled and snarled in an almost primal way that Stacy had never heard him do before, losing himself in the feeling of dominance over this helpless cat.

“Mmm, Daddy's going to knot you soon." Stacy said, her eyes drawn between the calico's legs where she was coupled with the wolf, seeing his knot swell and grow. “You'll get to know just how right it feels to be completely filled by a wolf. Claiming your pussy as theirs, as is their right to do."

The words did nothing but further distress the calico, who surely thought the cheetah to be completely mad, brainwashed by the torment endured at the hands of her captors. The effect they had on the wolf though, spurred on by such encouragement as he began ramming his knot into the kitty's tight pussy. She screamed out when it finally sank inside, tying them together.

Edward paused a moment, breathing heavily, basking in the feeling of the tight passage squeezing his knot like a vice.

“No going back now, kitty. Time to breed you good, get ready to become a momma!" he growled.

The calico whimpered and sobbed. “No…" was all she managed to get out, the next word out of her mouth stolen as the wolf began to rock his hips again.

It wasn't long after that, with how tightly her pussy was squeezing him he would not last. He came, pouring his thick load deep inside her while she wailed in distress.

Stacy's ears twitched, it was subtle but she caught it, the thinly veiled moan hidden behind those cries. The calico had tried to hide it, but Stacy's eyes met the felines, giving her a knowing glance and an encouraging nod.

Edward collapsed atop her, the cat beneath no longer struggled. The fight had been quite literally fucked out of her. They simply lay there as they wait for the wolf's knot to go down enough to untie them. He began to rub his hands over her body possessively, a satisfied smile forming across his muzzle.

“I can't wait to see how you look when you're fat and pregnant." he said, the cat avoiding his gaze.

Stacy meanwhile, having watched the calico get bred, now realizes just how badly she wants to get bred again… to have another wolf fill her full of pups…

Soon…

Epilogue

Childbirth… recovery… the days passed by, ticking down to the inevitable.

The aphrodisiacs finally stopped, for the first time in months, Stacy was allowed to have a clear head, to go days without sex. It was like coming down off the longest bender of her life… and like an addict crashing, Stacy wanted another fix. But she would have to wait.

Motherhood did not last long. Bruno had already made “arrangements." Stacy took solace knowing her child's new family would be able to take care of them far better than she could. After all… they could afford Bruno's prices, they would be able to provide.

Eventually, the paternity test results were finally in. But the wait wasn't quite over. The lucky winner wasn't in the country and Stacy had to be delivered to him. She couldn't help but notice as she was prepared for travel just how itchy it felt to wear clothes again, after nine months of wearing almost nothing. Not that the clothes she wore were particularly chase, a miniskirt and a skimpy top, she looked properly like a woman of the night.

Rocco escorted the cheetah into a car, Stacy noted as she looked up at the night sky, this was her first time seeing it in almost a year. She could tell it was early morning, the airport wasn't nearly far enough away that they needed to leave this early. Were they moving under the cover of darkness to keep anyone from her old life who might recognize Stacy seeing her in the car?

As he began to drive, Stacy stared out the window at the buildings as they passed them. It was surreal, everything was so familiar, yet so different. But it wasn't the city that had changed, it was her…

Her thoughts began to drift elsewhere though… her heat had begun. Her true heat, not the chemically induced one this time.

“How long until our flight?" Stacy asked, casually.

Rocco glanced briefly at his watch.

“Four hours." he said.

There was a moment of silence, both of them staring straight forward.

Stacy finally broke the silence. “You want to fuck me?"

Rocco said nothing, but turned the wheel of the car, pulling into a dark, dingy alley. He got out of the car. Stacy moved to follow, but quickly found that the passenger side doors lock controls didn't actually work…

The burly wolf walked around the car and unlocked it from the outside, grabbing Stacy and dragging her out by the arm. As soon as she was out, he pushed her down to her knees and began unfastening his belt.

Stacy stared with rapt attention as the burly wolf pulled open his pants and produced his thick, throbbing canine member. He was only part way out of his sheath, but the cheetah could tell he was abnormally well endowed, even for a wolf. Before he even had a chance to put his hand on her head, Stacy was leaning in, opening her mouth, taking his thick rod into her eager mouth. She was working him with her tongue, wanting to taste every inch of his lupine shaft. She got a grunt in return for her efforts, no more, no less.

As more of his cock spilled from his sheath, she began taking him into her throat, deeper and deeper with a rod that rivaled even equines. Breathing in his manly musk, Stacy began to purr. She was exactly where she wanted to be.

Another grunt, feeling her throat vibrate around his cock. Rocco suddenly gripped Stacy by the hair, roughly pulling her away from his cock. The feline sharply inhaled, sucking in desperately needed air she had been depriving herself of just to spend longer with that magnificent prick in her throat.

The Cheetah's eyes widened, Rocco's knot had formed and it was the biggest she had ever seen. For the first time in months, she genuinely had concerns about whether or not something would fit. That didn't stop her from wanting to try…

Still holding her by the hair, he pulled her up to her feet and turned her around. Stacy was pushed over, bent over the hood of the car. Her skirt was hiked up and panties violently torn off with his claws. Without any teasing or warning, Rocco's cock was plunged into her pussy with another grunt.

Stacy moaned out, feeling his thick rod fill her depths, her legs trembled and she realized she was close to cumming already.

Swiftly, Rocco reached around and crammed something in her mouth. Stacy quickly recognized it as her panties from the familiar taste of her own pussy, a flavor she was used to tasting on the shaft of a client's dick.

With a makeshift gag in place, he gave a powerful thrust. Perhaps knowing he couldn't possibly break the cock-crazed kitty, he held nothing back and managed to force his massive knot inside in a single stroke.

Stacy screamed out, mostly in pleasure. Her brain seemed to turn completely off from the sheer intensity of her orgasm, it was as though she had blacked out. When she came to, her panties were on the hood a few inches in front of her face, soaked in drool. Rocco was pounding her pussy at a savage pace, and she felt an ache in her pussy where the knot stretched her out.

From behind, a hand wrapped around her throat and began to squeeze. Her airflow was cut off and that only intensified the pleasure. She fixated on the feeling of his huge cock, feeling it throb and twitch. He was close… he was going to breed her. Neither of them had any choice in that now.

The edges of her vision began to go black, her lungs began to burn…

A loud groan, a forceful thrust into her, a powerful throb from his cock, a white hot warmth spreading through her womb as he inseminated her.

Stacy came again, her body quivering and trembling, unable to moan without air in her lungs.

Rocco released her, she went completely limp, gasping and shuddering, every breath forced back out by moans of pleasure. She coughed and sputtered.

“That was… wonderful. Thank you." Stacy moaned.

“We're not done." Rocco growled.

Knot still buried in her, he pulled the cheetah back into the car with her on his lap… this time she would be on top.

With two hours to spare, the pair arrived at the airport. Rocco accompanied her on the plane and oversaw the handoff when they finally landed.

Stacy felt a strange mix of emotions. She would never see Rocco again, or Bruno or her family or anyone from her old life. She was now in a strange country she didn't speak the language of, with no identification. Her forged passport walking away in Rocco's back pocket. Any chance she would ever escape to a normal life was truly gone.

She rubbed her belly idly, there was one thing she was bringing with her from that old life…

Her new owner was a two-bit crime boss, sleazier and scummier than even Bruno. Running a gang of thugs and ruffians out of a dirty warehouse, he ran just about every criminal enterprise in a country where laws were lax and wolves held the power in all facets of life.

She was essentially a free-use fucktoy for their gang. She was used rough, abused verbally and physically, and always kept pregnant. There were always families looking to adopt a strong and healthy wolf child of their own and willing to pay for the privilege.

For every other woman who passed through that old warehouse, it was hell. But Stacy was happy, she was where she belonged and as long as she kept getting knot, she didn't have to think about anything else.