**”Bait for the Pack”**

The club was packed, the air thick with sweat and the metallic tang of chains. I’d been coming here for months, watching, waiting. But tonight, she was *mine*—or rather, ours.

Lena. Tall, curvy, her tits so fucking perfect they looked sculpted for this exact purpose. Round, heavy, nipples already stiff from the cold dungeon air. She’d signed up for the main stage—*consensual, of course*—but the hunger in her eyes told me she wanted more than just a polite spanking.

The ringmaster smirked, dragging a finger down her chest. “You sure, pet?”

“Fuck yes.” Her voice was steady, but her thighs clenched.

That was my cue.

I stepped up, the others closing in behind me—five of us, all hungry, all hard. The first thing I did was grab her tits, squeezing until she gasped. “These belong to us now,” I growled, and she moaned, arching into my hands.

The wax came next. Hot, dripping red from the candle, splattering over her left nipple. She hissed, but her pussy *dripped*, soaking through her tiny thong. “More,” she begged, and we obliged.

Another guy took the whip—thin, cruel—and cracked it across the swell of her right tit. A pink line flared, and her back bowed, tits jiggling as she shuddered. “You love this, don’t you?” I murmured, pinching her abused nipple. She could only whimper, her cunt clenching around nothing.

I didn’t make her wait. My cock was already out, thick and straining as I shoved her against the table. The others spread her legs, one guy burying his face between her thighs while another slapped her tits again, making them bounce.

I pushed inside her with one brutal thrust. *Fuck*, she was so wet, so tight. “God, yes!” she screamed, her tits swaying as I fucked her hard. The guy at her pussy licked her clit in rough circles, and another poured more wax, this time over both nipples. She sobbed, but her hips rocked, taking me deeper.

Then came the clamps. Metal teeth biting into her swollen nipples, chains dangling. A third man yanked them, and her whole body jerked, her cunt squeezing me like a vice. “You’re *ours*,” I snarled, pounding into her, the table creaking beneath us.

She came hard, screaming, her tits red and marked, her pussy milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back. I came deep inside her, filling her up as the others took their turns—one in her mouth, another between her tits, fucking her until she was limp, used, *perfect*.

When we finally let her go, she was shaking, her tits glazed with wax and sweat, her pussy still twitching. But she grinned, breathless.

“Next time,” she panted, “use the heavier chains.”

Fuck. We would.