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is… I didn’t hate it. I also managed to keep from gagging the next time he deep throated me — though barely. I’ve masturbated more times than I can count to the memory of the other bikers seeing me naked in the corner, plugged and gagged with my ass red from a spanking.
    Kat told me that before Bash got serious with Angelica, he used to hold impromptu deep-throat competitions amongst all the girls who happened to be in the clubhouse. He’d have everyone go down on him until their lips touched his body and hold for a count of ten. Everyone who gagged had to bare their ass and bend over the pool table for an hour — to be spanked and fucked by whoever wanted in on the action. Everyone who didn’t gag got to do it again, only he’d make his cock longer for the next round. Those who gagged this time only had to spend thirty minutes bent over the pool table. When there was eventually a winner, she got to get Bash off, and then he put her on the pool table on her back near the edge, folded her legs up, and used his mouth to get her off.
    Apparently, Bud started this in Atlanta a year or so after his wife was killed, and Bash brought it to Chattanooga. Kat says when the Atlanta MC is visiting, Bud sometimes does it here, too.
    I’ve only been spanked publicly once — when Bud did it, and he used his hand and didn’t hurt me too bad. I was more embarrassed than hurt.
    The night they made me one of theirs, though, they tied me onto the fuck-table downstairs, which is set up so all three of a girl’s fuck-holes are readily available. I was bound to it around nine in the evening, and they untied me at three in the morning. Everyone not married or in a serious relationship fucked me at least twice — most made it a point to fuck me in all three holes. At the end, they carried me into a room with a drain in the concrete floor, had me lie on the ground on my back spread eagle, and they all pissed on me.
    Apparently, they do this to the wolf bitches but not the human ones, but they decided since I’d grown up as a wolf, I’d understand it was their way of marking me as theirs.
    The thing is, Dawg and Bobcat washed me in the shower afterwards, dried my hair, and then held me the rest of the night. It might sound nightmarish to others — and I’ll readily admit my throat, jaw, pussy, and ass were sore for a week — but I loved it. Well, maybe not being pissed on, but they were right about me understanding and appreciating the symbolism.
    And now, they were about to put themselves in danger to take care of men who weren’t hurting me, but were hurting people who were helping me.
    “Thanks to all of you, for coming to take care of these assholes.”
    “You need a safe place to gain control of your wolf,” said Dozer. “You’re one of ours. We take care of ours.”
    Duke raised his beer bottle to show agreement, and took a long drink. “We should get going. We’ll stop by and let you know what happened, but we won’t stay long and it may only be one or two of us.”
    “I promised I’d walk her through the rabbit test,” said Dozer. “She just ate, so I’ll come back when we finish. I can let her know what happened.”
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    D ozer didn’t return until six o’clock that evening. I was sound asleep when I heard his bike turn onto on the long driveway, and I was unlocking the cell door as he came in to check on me.
    “Trustworthy with a key in under two weeks?”
    “I won’t abuse it, and I’ll only let myself out for special circumstances. I heard you so I knew I’d be okay.”
    “Evie, get your butt up,” he growled as he looked over my shoulder. “You need to watch this.”
    She moaned and rolled over, and he warned, “I’ll fill your bed with ice if you aren’t up and outside by the time Britches is a wolf.”
    “Why do you call her Britches?”
    “Because her ass can make even ugly britches look good. Now get your butt up and outside.”
    I punched his arm on our way out. “I can’t believe