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wouldn’t be
getting her tattoo in a modern parlor.
    Jenny’s stomach lurched at the thought of him pounding the
ink and blood mixture into her flesh. Mercifully, he didn’t give her time to
worry about it. He dipped the metal tip into the pot, laid the blade against
her skin, then quickly tapped out the upper line of the triangle. The pain was
intense and wonderful. It hurt like hell—ten times more than getting the
butterfly with a modern tattoo machine had—but the sensation was incredibly
erotic.
    Every time the little hammer came down, it sent shockwaves
across her body. The pleasure-pain settled in her breasts and pussy and she let
the sensations roll over her. By the time Tiny had completed the triangle, her
nipples were rock hard and the chair was slick with her juices. As he filled in
the spiral, she moaned and squirmed in her seat, and fought the urge to finger
herself.
    When he was done, Tiny collected his gear and disappeared
back into the crowd. Jenny was left primed and panting. Her upper arm felt as
if it were on fire and she glanced down to admire her new tat. It wasn’t the
swollen, bloody mess she’d expected it to be. It looked perfect, as if it had
always been a part of her.
    Alex and Jeremiah stood, took Jenny by the hands and led her
across the stage to the padded table. Alex leaned in and whispered, “You can
stop any time you want to, Jenny.”
    Jeremiah chuckled. “Yes, but you won’t want to.”
    The pack females were outnumbered two to one. The eight of
them gathered around Jenny and made sure she was comfortable, arranging her
hair above her head and adjusting the backrest until she was reclined at a
forty-five-degree angle.
    Violet—a sinewy redhead with a taste for biker
leather—positioned herself at the end of the table. She smoothed her long
fingers down the inside of Jenny’s legs from thighs to instep, then settled the
fledgling’s heels into the stirrups and buckled thick leather straps around her
ankles. The woman’s eyes flashed as she smoothly pushed open Jenny’s knees.
    The others guided Jenny’s hands into the loops fastened to
the sides of the table. One leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Hold on to
these so you don’t accidentally reach out and touch one of the celebrants.”
    Fear and anticipation gathered in Jenny’s belly as the women
arranged her for display. Lying there spread-eagle, naked and exposed, turned
her on. Everyone was looking at her and she was sure they all wanted her.
    “Any time you want to stop, just say so,” another woman
whispered. “But believe me, you won’t want to. This is your special moment and
if you surrender to it, it’s the best thing ever.”
    The other females nodded and murmured their agreement, then
began massaging Jenny’s skin with warm oil. At first, they concentrated on her
arms and legs, but soon moved to her breasts and pussy. They took turns gently
pinching her nipples and slowly fingering her wet sex. The first orgasm built
gradually and at its peak, Jenny twisted the hand straps, arched her back and
shamelessly moaned out her pleasure.
    The women petted her body, then gave her a cool drink of
water, letting her come down from the high while Jeremiah spoke. “This
fledgling comes to us seeking inclusion in the pack. She has endured her trials
in the sacred cave and she has been marked with the sign of the werewolf.
    “The blood of each of us has been mingled with her own, and
now she will open herself to every male as a gesture of sacrificing her oneness
to the good of the pack. Just as each male among you entered each female on his
induction night, so will each of you enter this new werewolf.”
    In unison, the males of the pack—except for Jeremiah and
Alex—pulled up their hoods, obscuring their identity. Jenny’s eyes widened. For
an instant she considered calling the shaman a sexist prick, but the thought of
all those anonymous cocks pushing into her, one after the other, was so hot,
she held her