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Stacy had been a waitress at The Wolf's Den for six months now. It was a job she despised. It was a strip club, a particularly seedy one at that with an illegal brothel running out of the basement. So as one could imagine, the clientele The Wolf's Den attracted were… less than pleasant. She had to endure degrading comments, groping and every form of harassment you can think of.

All that hassle and she never even saw a dime of what she earned. She wasn't here because she needed the work, she was here because her father was in deep with the owner, Bruno. Bruno had his fingers in every racket in this city, including underground casinos, loan sharking and, of course, Brothels.

It was the casinos and loan sharking that proved to be the problem. Her father was a gambling addict who could always be found in one of those dens of vice after work. When he didn't win, he took out a loan, always thinking he was “due" to win big. Of course, that never happened. Naturally, these under the table loans came with completely unfair terms and the collateral on the line wasn't your house, but your life.

When her father couldn't pay, Bruno's men would come around and beat him bloody. That's why Stacy went to Bruno, offered to help work off her dad's debt. It wasn't much, but it bought him time and at least paid off the interest so he could actually pay the debt down over time.

Today though, Bruno had just called her into his office. She was surprised, she hadn't met with him since she took the job as a waitress, he was a busy man and she only saw him in passing, usually when he was entertaining an influential guest in the club.

The overweight, older wolf sat behind his desk and leaned back as she walked in.

“Sit." he ordered.

Stacy did as she was told. Not saying anything, she knew to only say what needed to be said, never waste Bruno's time was an unwritten but critical rule.

“We have a problem." He said, taking a huff of a cigar he had damn near crushed between his teeth. “Your pops decided to help me with a little job, get his debt reduced. Only he showed up to the job drunk and got himself caught. Now I'm out quite a lot in product and he's behind bars for the next few years."

The cheetah was shocked. Her dad was in jail!?

Bruno leaned forward, looking quite serious. “He fucked up, bad. That means he owes me for the product he lost. Now I have a conundrum on my hands. He can't pay me back from jail and you cannot pay this back on a waitress' salary. My hands are tied here, guy in my position is under tight scrutiny and can't appear weak by letting a drunk gambling addict get one over on me. Either I gotta make an example of him, or we gotta make a new deal."

Stacy knew exactly what he meant by example but a chill ran down her spine as she considered what he might mean by a new deal.

“Wh-what kind of a deal?" she asked, when he didn't elaborate on his own.

The wolf smiled his sleazy grin.

“Fine piece of ass like you is wasted just delivering drinks. I'd much rather have you working down below, making some real money."

The cheetah winced, that was what she feared he would say.

Before she could open her mouth to protest or plead, the wolf held up a hand.

“I know, you don't wanna. You're a pure, good little girl who loves her boyfriend, Archibald." Her boyfriend's name was Tim, but she knew better than to correct him. “Lucky for you I am a generous guy, so I'm gonna wipe out your pops debt tonight. I just have a little challenge for you instead. You're gonna help me settle a bet."

“A bet?" Stacy asked, cocking her head confused, but relieved that she was being given some kind of alternative.

“Yeah, a little challenge for you. See, some of the guys don't see what I see in you, they don't think you really got what it takes. You're gonna go out onto the stage and do a little show. A little dancing, show a little fur. Nothing more… as long as you win." the wolf explained.

“...and if I lose?" Stacy inquired cautiously.

“You lose, I got some alternative ways lined up so you can work off your pops debt." Bruno flatly said. “No matter what, I get my money back. So what do you say? It's an easy task. Dance to two songs, earn a hundred bucks in tips. It'll be happy hour soon and you'll be the only performer out. Easy, right?"

A hundred in less than ten minutes was a lot… but given the conditions, it wasn't that outlandish either. It was a Saturday too… the club would be packed tonight and all eyes would be on her. She had spoken with some of the dancers before, she had an idea of what they made… this was possible. Not like she really had a choice. Whether she refused or lost the bet, the result was the same. Her only choice to save her dad would be to sell her body in the basement, at least this way she had a chance to clear the slate in one go without resorting to that…

“I'll do it." Stacy said.

Bruno's grin widened. “Excellent. Here, you're gonna want this." he opened a drawer on his desk, withdrawing a bottle and a shot glass. He poured a drink and slid it over to Stacy.

Stacy looked at the drink hesitantly, she wasn't a heavy drinker and wasn't one for drinking on the job.

“Take it." Bruno insisted, seeing her hesitation. “First timers are always a ball of nerves, you'll find that's just what you need to loosen up once you get on stage and get moving."

Figuring she will need every edge she can get and she could hardly deny the boss, Stacy took the glass and downed the shot. It didn't taste good and it burned going down, but hopefully it would help.

“That's the spirit. Rocco will meet you in the changing rooms and help ya get ready for your big show. I'll be rootin' for ya." The wolf said, leaning back in his chair.

“Thank you sir." the cheetah said, rising from her seat. Her thanks were not genuine, she thought the wolf was a disgusting slime ball and resented him for making her expose herself like this, but she knew better than to say what she really felt.

She made her way out of the office and back down to the ground floor. From there she was just a simple right turn away from the changing room for the dancers.

In all her time working here, Stacy had never actually gone inside, only seeing glimpses of it from the hallway when the door was open. Pushing her way inside, it was exactly as one might expect. A few makeup stations with vanity mirrors, clothing racks with different costumes, lockers for the girls' belongings.

The only thing missing was, well, the girls.

Instead the only person in here was Rocco, a silver wolf dressed in all black. He was a member of club security, which really just meant he was another gangster, working under Bruno. Stacy had always been a little scared of him.

“There's an outfit already picked out for you." he said in a deep, rumbling voice, gesturing over to a bench where an outfit had been laid out. “Do what you need to get ready, when the girls finish the current set, they'll be sent home. Then you can start."

Sent home? But it was still early in the evening's busiest time and Stacy was only going to be on stage for a few minutes… wouldn't they need to be getting ready to go back out on stage?

This definitely confused the cheetah, but she knew better than to second guess anything when it came straight from Bruno or one of his guys. Instead she focused instead on the outfit laid out for her…

A schoolgirl outfit, cut absurdly short. A white top that was held over the chest with only a single button and a red plaid skirt that her ass would hang out of. It was paired with a lacy black bra that would be clearly visible with how little the top covered, and lacy black g-string to match. Finally there were black fishnets and high heels to complete the ensemble.

Stacy frowned, but she could hardly expect to wear something respectable when she was literally going to go out and do a strip show.

She picked up the clothes and turned back towards Rocco, who was still watching her with cold, almost disinterested eyes.

“Uh, do you need to be here?" she asked.

“Yes."

“I'm… uh… not really comfortable changing in front of someone." she admitted.

The burly wolf rolled his eyes and pointed to another door opposite to the one she entered from.

Stacy peeked in and saw it was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and a shower.

“Oh, alright. Thanks." she said, blushing as she ducked into the room.

Closing the door behind herself, Stacy set the clothes down on the showers towel rack. Then, she began to strip out of her waitress uniform, her hands trembling as the weight of what was happening started to catch up with her.

She tried to push those thoughts down as she sat down on the toilet seat, pulling up the fishnets over her legs. She would be fine… she just had to get through tonight, then she would be in the clear. As long as she didn't mess up.

But what if she did? What if she goes out there and absolutely bombs? Could she really sell her body to strangers? How long would she have to spend as a prostitute…

She shook her head. There was no good going to come from that kind of thinking, she had to focus on the task at hand.

Until she stood up, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the sink.

In this slutty schoolgirl outfit, Stacy looked like a proper stripper… or even a prostitute. What would her boyfriend think if he saw her like this? She hadn't told Tim she was working here, he wouldn't approve. He was too naive, straight edged. She loved him, but if she told him the truth, he would just tell her to go to the police and report Bruno's underground casinos.

Half the force, including the chief, were regulars in the club… and often they were the ones most inclined to play grab ass. They always got the VIP treatment. How could she tell him that the mayor once drunkenly groped her chest? That the district attorney slaps her ass every time she walks by him? That if they went against Bruno, there would be no investigation when they wind up “missing."

There was a knock at the door, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“You're on. Hurry up or I'll start the music without you." Rocco said.

“C-coming!" Stacy said, rushing out of the bathroom.

Rocco walked with her to the curtain, pulling it open and gesturing for Stacy to head out to the stage. Taking a deep breath, the cheetah walked out through the curtain, onto the raised catwalk that led to a stage in the center of the club. The music hit as soon as she stepped through and the men gathered around the stage began to hoot and holler.

Looking out at the crowd, something was very off to the feline. Every man present was a wolf, which wasn't too unusual, that was the normal clientele of the club and every member of Bruno's organization was a wolf. What was a little unusual though was that she didn't recognize a single one of them. Where were the regulars? Did Bruno send them home so there would be no bias in the crowd?

But that still wasn't the weirdest part, the weirdest part was that while all the seats around the stage were taken, the rest of the club was completely dead.

There was nobody in the booth seats, no patrons or bartender at the bar, no waitresses serving the men around the stage. Though they did have drinks, they were just at their tables, a couple bottles left out so they could top up themselves if they so desired.

She didn't have time to contemplate this. For what she was out here to accomplish, all the seats that mattered were occupied. Stacy had been worried she might get cold feet and freeze up when she walked out, but the urgency of her predicament seemed to motivate her enough that she was able to saunter down the catwalk to the stage.

The men cheered her on as she walked and began to shout out towards her.

“Look at the tits on her!" one yelled out.

“I bet she's a slut for wolf cock." another added. “She's way too hot to waste on impotent cat dick."

Her time as a waitress made her adept at ignoring such comments, showing how uncomfortable they made her only let the jerks know they had power over her and made it even worse. She kept walking until she was leaning against the silver pole in the center of the wide stage in as sultry of a pose as she could manage.

From here she got a much better look at the men in the crowd. There had to be at least twenty of them all piled around the stage. All she needed was to get at least five bucks from each of them and she was in the clear. They were all tall and imposing when compared to the cheetah with powerful builds. They ranged in age from their early twenties all the way up to their late fifties. Some were well dressed and had more traditionally handsome features, while others were a little more rough around the edges, even sporting a few scars.

Stacy didn't really know what she should do next, until she heard one of them shout while brandishing a wad of dollar bills in his fist.

“Show us that ass, kitty cat!"

As good a place to start as any… she kept a hold on the pole as she bent over, shaking her ass back and forth enticingly, making it both jiggle and causing her skirt to ride up. The g-string she wore did nothing to cover her, so plenty of the men could see her ass more or less unobstructed.

The wad of cash was thrown at her feet. Four dollars… she resolved to keep track in her head as best she could.

A few more bills were thrown her way and Stacy began to move, strutting around the pole and making sure all the men could get a good look at her.

Stacy didn't have any experience pole dancing, but these men were not exactly connoisseurs of the art and just wanted to see a half-naked woman shake her tits and ass for them. She performed moves she remembered seeing the dancers do, simple ones she believed she could pull off and it seemed to be doing the job.

Still, she had to change things up, without being able to pull off the more advanced maneuvers it was going to get stale and she wasn't willing to do anything that might result in her accidentally dropping herself on her head. Instead she began strutting around the edge of the stage, getting closer to the onlookers. She knew they could see right up her skirt and of course the act of shoving bills into the exposed straps of her g-string that rode above her skirt as she passed gave them a convenient excuse to “accidentally" touch her.

Then one man took it a step further, grabbing and yanking on her tail as she walked by.

Stacy yelped a little in pain and turned to face the perpetrator.

Anger rose up inside her, that could have caused her to fall down! But she knew not to show it, her situation was too dire to make a scene and anger any of these men, all of them were her salvation right now. Instead, she decided she just had to play into it.

“That was very naughty!" She told him, looking down at him.

“Oh? Are you going to punish me?" He said, leaning back, a smug look on his face. His tone wasn't teasing, but more like he was challenging her.

The cheetah squatted down, getting closer to him. “I don't think that will be necessary." she said. “As long as you show how sorry you are."

With that smug grin still plastered on his face he leaned forward.

“I'm not sorry." he told her, arrogance oozing from his voice. “But I know what skanks like you are after." he brought up a hand with a wad of bills. He began to stuff them in her cleavage, but as he did his other hand moved up, grabbing one of her breasts and giving it a squeeze.

Stacy had to resist the reflex to recoil away from this creep. Once he finished passing the bills to her she stood up and continued her walk, not saying anything in case she mistakenly spoke her mind.

When she returned to the pole, she pulled the bills from her clothes, making a little show of rubbing her body while holding them, as if to show “appreciation" for the gift. They were added to the growing pile on the stage that could be collected when the dance was over.

The tips slowed down so it was time to kick things up a notch. Off came her top to rapturous cheers and more bills tossed in her direction. Shortly following it was her skirt, earning just as much excitement from the crowd.

By the end of the first song, by her count, she had gained about fifty-seven dollars in tips. Over halfway there! She was however down to just her undergarments, but really she wasn't any more exposed than she had been wearing the top and skirt. That didn't matter to the men, just knowing there was only one layer between them and a naked woman was enough to excite them.

The more she moved, the easier it seemed to get. A warmth built between her legs and she felt more loose and carefree. She needed to really pump up the crowd and keep those tips coming. She got low, closer to the men, leaning off the stage and letting them get a good look. Even more bills were shoved in her cleavage or stuffed in the straps of her g-string.

Time was ticking past though and the money was coming in slower… the men were clearly getting impatient and Stacy could tell they were waiting for something. She was only at seventy two bucks and needed more.

She ripped her bra off, getting down on her knees and playing with her tits for all the men to see, blushing with shame as she did. The men hooted and hollered, cheering for more but only throwing her a few more bucks…

Just a few measly bucks for getting her tits out! She needed more than that! The song was nearing its end!

The nuclear option it was. She pulled down her g-string, kicking it out to a lucky member of the audience.

A few more dollars…

She began to dance, showing off her naked body while the warmth between her legs was building. She blushed as she realized her pussy was dripping onto the stage. Nothing about performing for these disgusting perverts was erotic to her, she was pissed off and scared, why was she getting horny? Why did her body feel so weird?

A couple more bucks landed at her feet, one man took the opportunity to slip one right into her butt crack when she got too close.

Eighty nine dollars… so close yet so far!

Stacy dropped down, sitting herself right in front of as many of the men as she could, she spread her legs and let them get a good look at her exposed pussy.

A single dollar was slapped down onto the stage, then the men just stared at her. They were no longer cheering her on, they were just grinning… waiting.

Stacy's heart sank like a rock. She was at ninety dollars exactly. The pieces fell into place. Sending the girls home. A club full of strangers who suddenly tightened their wallets just when she was almost done. That look of eager anticipation they have had all night, which had not dissipated even as the music was coming to a close.

Bruno set her up. She was never meant to win. She had just debased and humiliated herself for nothing and now these men were going to…

Oh, god, no.

She was in an empty club… no other patrons, none of her coworkers…

No witnesses. Nobody around to help her.

The cheetah rose to her feet just as the song was ending. Seeing the crowd moving in as the music stopped, instinct took over and she turned to run. But, with the men surrounding the stage, her only escape would be back through the dressing room and when she turned to run, there was Rocco at the end of the stage, arms crossed. A stone faced expression not betraying a single emotion.

Stacy hesitated when she saw him blocking her path and that brief moment was all it took. She was doomed.

Powerful hands grabbed her from behind, gripping her by the arms tightly while others took the opportunity to grope her ass and chest.

“No! Let go! You can't do this!" Stacy screamed out, struggling as she was dragged backwards into the middle of the handful of wolves who had stormed up onto the stage, all of whom were towering at least a head taller than the feline, or more.

Suddenly, someone grabbed and turned her head to the side and she was given a hard slap across the face, disorienting her.

“Shut up, slut." one of the wolves said, putting his hand around her throat and tightening his grip, choking her while forcing her to look at him. “We paid good money to rape your holes, so we can do whatever the fuck we want." he growled. “And if you even think about popping those claws, just remember what will happen to your pops if you try to hurt one of us."

He loosened his grip and Stacy gasped for air.

“P-please, please don't do this. I… I have a boyfriend." Stacy begged, tears forming in her eyes as the reality of what was about to happen to her was starting to take hold.

While she was begging, one of the men got in front of her and dropped down to his knees, pushing his snout into her sex, his broad tongue lapping up her slick juices eagerly.

An unwanted moan escaped the feline and her legs began to wobble. Her body was involuntarily reacting in pleasure to the oral molestation, only adding to her feelings of humiliation.

“Not anymore you don't." another wolf teased. “You're wolf property now, as all you inferior cat sluts should be. You should be thanking us for knocking you up tonight and improving your bloodline." he growled.

“Knocked up!?" Stacy exclaimed, shocked by what he was saying. “That can't be, I'm not even in heat!"

“Sure could have fooled me." The wolf currently eating her out said, pulling away for just a moment. “Cat pussy in heat is just the best. I can tell just from the smell how badly your body wants me to fill you full of wolf cubs."

Another wolf leaned around her, taking her tit into his maw, teasing the nipple with his tongue. Her body was so sensitive right now, even this had her squirming and moaning.

She really was in heat… it seemed so obvious now that she was making that connection to how weird she felt, but that was impossible!

“Why? How? I did everything Bruno said!" Stacy cried out, her voice getting shakier as the men unintentionally pleasured her by taking liberties with her body.

“That you did, because you're a good girl who does what she is told, aint'cha? Didn't anyone tell you not to take drinks from strange men?" The wolf holding her finally let go of her neck, laughing heartily.

Drink?

That bastard spiked her drink!? With an aphrodisiac of some kind? Some kind of heat inducing fertility drug? How much would something like that even cost!? Not that Bruno couldn't afford it… or make that money right back off of her.

All the dancing… it got her heart rate up, carried the drug through her system faster.

“Hold her down, it's time to put some pups in this slut." the wolf who had been eagerly tasting her nethers said, standing back up straight.

“No!" Stacy screamed as she was dragged down, forced onto her back. Three wolves held her down, one holding each of her arms and a third with both hands pinning her shoulders to the floor of the stage.

Licking his chops of her pussy juices, the fourth wolf began to unfasten his belt. A noticeable bulge just below showing how eager he was to get started.

His pants were unzipped and pulled open enough to get his fat, engorged, canine prick out. Stacy began to panic, thrashing her legs wildly.

Two more wolves climbed up onto the stage, grabbing the cheetah's legs and holding them open.

Utterly helpless Stacy shook her head. “No, please, it's too big! It won't fit!" she screamed, her eyes were locked on the wolf's prick, more than twice the size of anything she had ever seen before.

“Of course it will fit." the wolf said, lowering himself down on top of her, the tip of his pointed prick poking at her drenched sex. “Taking wolf cock is the only thing you fucking cats are good for."

With a single thrust he put that pointed tip to its purpose and penetrated her sex, not stopping until every inch of wolf dick was buried within her.

Stacy screamed out, even with how lubricated her pussy was thanks to her forced heat and the wolf's saliva, she was in no way ready to take that much cock that fast. Her tight pussy squeezed his cock so snugly that she could feel every inch of the unwelcome phallus within her.

Like the dog he was, the wolf began to fuck her without much build up, pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his length in and out of her violated snatch.

Tears streamed down Stacy's face, she squirmed and groaned in pain and discomfort. Her thoughts turned back to her boyfriend. Would she even be able to look him in the eyes again after these men finish having their way with her? Would she even see him ever again?

Something snapped her out of those thoughts and back to her own defilement. That thing was the forming knot at the base of the wolf's dick. He deliberately stopped thrusting completely inside, letting his knot swell up outside of her, the bulb kissing her nether lips with each shortened thrust.

Maybe he wasn't going to knot her? Maybe he didn't want to deal with being tied?

That was, of course, wishful thinking.

Once his knot was fully engorged, the wolf slammed into her as hard as he could, it took three tries, but on the third it finally popped in, stretching the cheetah out wider than anything ever had before.

Stacy screamed and all the men holding her down and watching the show laughed. Their enjoyment of her suffering only made the anguish within her that much worse.

“Heh, I can actually see his dick inside this skinny skank." The wolf pinning down her shoulders said, chuckling.

Stacy looked, she had been avoiding looking, seeing her rapist on top of her, using her body. But as her eyes passed him and down to her own body, sure enough, the other wolf had been right. There was a very clear outline of the wolf's cock running along her belly, complete with the massive knot bulging at the base.

With her tied, the other men loosened their grips, letting go of her limbs. She wasn't going anywhere.

As the wolves shifted positions, one of them moved up beside her face. His cock was already out, pre-cum leaked out of its tip onto her snout, marking her with his musky scent.

“I'm next, how about you open that pretty mouth and get me nice and wet first." He poked his cock into Stacy's face, pressing it right up to her lips, but she kept her mouth shut, trying to turn her face away from him.

In response the wolf raised his hand and brought down a hard slap across Stacy's face.

“I asked nicely, whore." he growled. “Open up or I'll choke you til you pass out, then I can just fuck your unconscious face."

Whimpering, Stacy opened her mouth, wolf cock immediately crammed into the opened hole. The taste of wolf musk and sweat made her scrunch up her face in disgust.

Meanwhile, the wolf fucking her was really hammering away at her, his knot pushing around inside of her really feeling like it was actually rearranging her guts.

Stacy gagged and coughed, the wolf using her muzzle gave a sharp thrust, forcing his way into her throat. She had only given head a handful of times for a couple of her boyfriends over the years and was in no way experienced enough to deepthroat the girthy wolf, but that didn't seem to matter to her abuser.

“Choke on my cock, slut!" the wolf growled. “Your throat feels so fucking good!"

“Her pussy is amazing too." the one fucking her huffed, short of breath. “Its so fucking tight… Fuck. I'm gonna cum."

A few more frantic thrusts as he buried himself inside her as deep as he could, his cock throbbing and pulsing as cum filled her defenseless womb.

The cheetah cried out even as she struggled to breathe with the cock in her throat. She could feel the wolf's hot cum flooding inside of her, working to ensure she ended the day with their unwanted child growing within her.

The knot did its job, not only keeping him from pulling out at that critical moment, but ensuring his seed didn't leak out, leaving her womb the only place for it to go.

While he waited for his knot to deflate he held out his hands towards the crowd and was handed a permanent marker. With it, he began to write on Stacy's belly. The bright red ink was easily seen even over the black spots that adorn her yellow fur. He wrote the phrase “Puppy Mill" and then added a single tally mark underneath it.

After that, it didn't take much longer for the wolf to pull out, his partly deflated cock coming loose with a wet pop and a pained whimper from the cheetah. The wolf fucking her throat also slid his cock out from her mouth.

“Come on slut, let's put on a show." he growled, grabbing the cheetah by her hair and dragging her up to her feet. “I'm going to make you scream."

Dread filled the cheetah as she was dragged back over to the pole. Cum trickled out from between her legs, dripping onto the stage. Most of it was trapped within her womb, but some was still escaping and leaking out.

He pushed her against the pole so that it nestled right between her tits.

“Hold on tight." he warned.

She grabbed the pole, not knowing what he intended. That was, until with one hand he yanked on her tail hard, causing Stacy to yelp in pain. With her forced on the tips of her paws to get her ass up in the air, his other hands began to grope at her rear and spread the cheeks apart.

“Wait! No! I've never-"

She was cut off with a wolf cock being shoved straight into her virgin tailhole with only her spit to lubricate it. Her pathetic begging shifted to a high pitched scream as it pushed into her like a red hot poker.

“Pull it out! It hurts! Please!" She begged, but the wolf behind her ignored her pleas, ramming his cock deep into her ass, pushing his forming knot inside.

He began to fuck her, hard. Tears streamed down Stacy's face once again, this time from pure agony. Eventually, when her screams became too much, he wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed tight.

None of the other men were fazed by his cruelty, they were cheering him on, yelling degrading things at the cheetah.

She didn't know how long this went on for, but it couldn't have been too long, because she hadn't yet passed out from the lack of oxygen, even as her lungs burned.

He let go of her neck, she gasped desperately for air, only to have it pushed back out of her lungs with another scream as he pulled his fully engorged knot out from her ass, before driving his cock into her neglected pussy, with a few more pumps he howled out in orgasm, pumping her full of another load of virile puppy batter.

With that, the permanent marker was offered up to him. He took it and began to write on the small of her back. Stacy couldn't see what he was writing now, but she would later find out it said “Pull for Anal" with an arrow pointed at her tail. He then turned her around and added another tally mark to her belly… another man to have bred her.

Battered and sore, Stacy was given no time to rest. Two more men jumped up onto the stage. One bent her over and began fucking her pussy, impatiently pounding away at a rapid pace without any build up. Another took her mouth, cramming his cock inside and fucking her face in much the same way.

As she was violently spit roasted, neither man would last long, not that it seemed to bother them. Another load of cum was deposited into her womb, another tally mark added to her belly. As well as a new bit of writing. “Spank me." on her left ass cheek. Of course he capped it off with a hard slap right across her already aching ass.

As he stepped away, another wolf took his place, fucking her used pussy, eager to breed the feline.

The wolf fucking her face groaned out, cum filling the cheetah's mouth. The taste was bitter and extremely unpleasant, these red meat eaters having done nothing to improve the taste for their partners. But before she could spit the foul slime out, he grabbed her by the jaw, keeping her mouth shut.

“Swallow." he ordered.

With no other option, she did as she was told, nearly retching as she gagged down his cum.

“Good, now what do you say?"

Stacy looked up at him confused, dazed as she was still being fucked at this moment. This seemed to anger the wolf as he spit right on her face. “I knew you cats were idiots, but when you are given a treat, you thank someone."

“Th-thank you." Stacy muttered out, just to get him to stop.

He didn't say anything else, taking the market he wrote “Stupid" in big bold letters across her forehead, she didn't need to see it to know what he was writing.

More wolves came and fucked her, each time they came in her pussy they added another tally mark. Some used her ass, others her mouth. She was always fucking at least two men at any given moment, if not more.

More degrading comments were added to her body with the marker. “Wolf Slave" “Knot Lover" “Rape Meat" among some of the choice phrases written on her body. Her fishnet stockings, the only article of clothing she still wore, were starting to form bigger holes where the men held onto her too roughly, tearing at the netting.

What only made her ongoing rape worse, was the more her holes were used, the more the pain faded away and the more her body began to respond to the constant, nonstop stimulation. Her traitorous body was beginning to enjoy the sensations. It didn't care what her mind thought of the situation, it didn't care that she didn't consent and this was all against her well. Evolution meant that her body was hard wired to encourage reproduction, to reward the act of breeding with positive reinforcement and tonight, with her so deep in her artificially induced heat, it was determined to do its job.

Her whimpers and cries were now interspersed with moans and it only got worse the longer it went on. She now feared that she might actually cum from this… she had felt an orgasm building for some time now. She had struggled to keep herself under control, refusing to climax while stuffed with one of her rapist's cocks. But that had been several breedings ago, multiple tally marks had been added to her belly between then and now. She had been edging for quite a long time and was at her limit, moaning and writhing like a complete whore and this only drew even more attention from the wolves.

“Ha, I knew it, all these cats secretly crave wolf cock. One sniff and they become species traitors." One of them taunted as she was bouncing in the lap of one wolf while another squatted down behind her, fucking her in the ass.

“I bet she worked here because she hoped that one day a real man would rape a pup into her." Another wolf added, grabbing her by the head and turning it to face him, cramming his cock into her moaning mouth.

Another wolf approached from the front, roughly grabbing at her chest. “She probably gets wet every time someone groped her, like the natural born slut she is." he said, grinding his cock in between her tits. He had already used her once, as such she could feel him smearing cum right into her coat.

Yet another wolf jumped into the conversation. “All cats are natural born sluts." he said, stepping between the wolf using her mouth and the one fucking her ass. “They are sex objects put here for our pleasure. Some of them just forgot their nature."

Stacy's hand raised up, as if to prove his point, wrapping around his cock and stroking it. It wasn't that he was right, she didn't want to touch his slimy, cum coated cock, but she knew better than not to give these men what they wanted.

The men laughed, a sixth wolf stepping to her opposite side. As she began giving him a handjob too, she couldn't help but think that maybe they were a little right. As awful as that idea was. But what was she if not a sex object? Currently servicing six men at the same time and moaning while doing it.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push those poisonous thoughts out of her head. She felt worthless, less than worthless. All the degrading things the men were saying only served to reaffirm these feelings, worming their way into her psyche.

That's when her concentration slipped, of all times to have an orgasm…

But not just any orgasm, she had been edging for god knows how long, fucked in every hole nearly nonstop the whole time and to top it off she was in a heat that only seemed to intensify as the night went one. This was the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamped down on the wolf cock currently buried inside her, squeezing and massaging it, trying to milk the life-giving seed from it.

Her mind went completely and utterly blank from the sensory overload. There weren't enough neurons in the brain to process the pleasure she was experiencing and as a result the only thing that existed was feelings of pure ecstasy.

The wolves came shortly after her, like a chain reaction of falling dominoes. Not just cumming within her, but on her. All over her hair, her face, her tits. She was coated in their sperm thoroughly inside and out.

The wolf below her pushed the cheetah off of him and onto her back as he pulled out. Another tally was added to her belly and as the fourth set of tally marks was struck through, she realized that was the twentieth man. She had taken all of their loads and was now sporting a slight bulge in her belly from all the cum trapped within her womb, like a budding baby bump, a preview of what may soon happen to her body…

Stacy laid there, breathing heavily. As the orgasmic bliss faded, she came crashing back down to reality. She swung from one extreme to the other as her feelings of helplessness and despair intensified. Thoughts creeped in, that she deserved this, that only a true worthless slut could feel so much pleasure from being treated the way she was being treated.

She hoped that, if nothing else, now that all the men have had their turn, it was at least over, that they would leave her alone.

But of course it wasn't that simple. Her body was sore and aching, she was exhausted both physically and mentally. But the men didn't care. She was soon pulled up and forced to fuck the wolves again… and again. They kept using her for hours. When one set of men was done with her, another set was refreshed and ready to go again. As the night grew late and their balls grew empty, some would eventually leave, the crowd growing smaller one by one.

When the last one finally finished with her, Stacy could hardly move. She was in a crumpled heap of cum and fur on the floor of the stage. The fishnet stockings she had been wearing were almost entirely destroyed at this point, practically falling off of her. She laid there until a powerful hand pulled her up to her feet.

Weakly, she looked to her left, seeing Rocco's imposing frame beside her.

“C-can I go home now?" Stacy asked, her voice pathetic and meek.

“Let's get you cleaned up first before we worry about that." Rocco said, guiding her down off of the stage.

Stacy immediately realized he wasn't taking her back towards the curtain to the changing room shower. Instead he was taking her towards a door at the far end of the club, a door that led down below to the underbelly of the club, the real business the strip joint was just a front for…

However, in her weary state, facing an uncertain fate. Stacy's mind didn't go to thoughts of her dad, or her boyfriend and if she would ever see either of them ever again. Instead, she couldn't help but notice just how empty she felt… without a wolf's knot inside of her.