Group Submission and Humiliation Complete Set

Chapter One: Public Humiliation

Chapter One: Public HumiliationEveryone turns to look at her when she steps into the bar. It's her scent that draws their attention first, so unique that they can't help but be drawn to it. After all, she is a Cat Shifter in a world filled with Werewolves.

Once they have identified the source of the scent, eyes drawn to her, it is everything else about her that keeps their gazes from straying away. It is not just her face, which her Master likes to compliment at every opportunity. Her cat ears and tail are displayed prominently despite her modest garments.

She is a gift from her previous Master who was trying to bribe his way into Master's good graces. They are still good friends now because Master really does enjoy her company and is grateful to have her. He kept her mostly hidden when she was younger, but now that she is older and the people in town know better than to step on her tail, he lets her roam relatively freely.

She is aware that she is a show of power for her Master.

Here is one of the most precious possession one could own, roaming freely because their Master is all-powerful.

"Over here, Kitten," Damian roars when he sees her. Damian is one of the favorite of all her Master's Wolves. He is big and powerful and is not shy to beat up anyone who so much as looks at her wrong. He is also one of the sweetest persons she knows, always bringing her gifts from when he has to travel far. There are multiple scars on his face and arms and she knows that there are many more under his shirt.

She perks up at his loud greeting and steps gracefully towards him. The only reason why her security guards had not followed her in here was because Master's packmates are here.

"Hi, Damian," she mewls He meets her halfway, taking several large steps to close the distance between them and meet her at the side of the counter. His giant hands close over her waist to lift her up so high that if she reaches up, she could touch the ceiling.

"How big you've grown!" he announces when she squeals with delight at the newfound height, though she also makes a show of trying to pull herself free.

"You saw me last week!" she laughs when he twirls her around. She is rather petite, being a cat shifter and all, but she has always felt particularly small when she's in the presence of her Master's men. They are all Alphas, all strong enough to handle their own and capable of leading their packs but are more than happy to serve until their Master, who is the strongest Alpha of them all.

"Let her down," a deep voice rumble from somewhere behind him.

She can see past Damian's thick hair to see Kaleb glaring in their general direction. "Oh!" she gasps, really struggling to get free now. "I want to say hi to Kaleb," she says.

Damian rolls his eyes. "I see who's your favorite," he says, releasing her with a good-natured chuckle and she doesn't even try to deny it.

She rushes to Kaleb the moment her feet touch the ground. He's leaning back in his seat and the corner of his eyes wrinkle when she gets close.

She pauses in front of him and chews on her bottom lip, wondering if she would overstep. Master always says that she should be patient and wait for permission before doing what she wants.

"Come here, Kitten," he says and she crawls up into his lap eagerly, letting him cradle the back of her neck and pull her in for a warm embrace. Her legs straddle either sides of him, the couch he's sitting on comfortable enough for them to fit.

"Hi," she mewls, rubbing her soft cheek up against his stubbled one, mewling and making happy little noises.

"Good girl," he says. Kaleb is her favorite for the same reason Master is her favorite. He's not afraid to pet her and touch her.

She knows it's only because he has the privilege of their Master's permission. He is their Master's right-hand, capable of making decisions in their Master's absence.

He takes a sniff of her and chuckles. "Did Master send you to me, Kitten? He's gotten you all worked up, hasn't he?" he hums, large hand cupping her ass, lifting her slightly so that she all but falls into his chest.

She flushes instead of answering. He is very warm, and she doesn't mind the proximity. There's a half-finished drink in his right hand and he downs the whole thing before slamming the empty glass on the table.

"Get on with it," he snarls at the silent pub and the people there know better than to stare when he doesn't want to be stared at. Once everyone seems to return to what they're doing, he turns his attention back to her. "Did you have a good day?" he asks, murmuring the question in her hair, lips pressed up against her temple.

"I had a good day," she mewls, clinging tight. It's a little embarrassing to be held like this when they're out in public, but she likes it. Her tail curls up high, tugging the hem of her skirt up slightly and he slides his hand under her dress to cup her naked ass. "Did Master show you a good time before you got here, Kitten?" he chuckles.

She shakes her head. "He didn't let me finish," she whispers, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears, though the color is lost underneath the fluffy velvet fur. "He sent me here to say hi to you," she says, hoping he would take pity on her and let her come.

Master had been so mean, putting her in his lap while he conducted his meeting with the emissary that the neighboring pack had sent over. They discussed something about either sharing resources in the coming Winter or something about the share market. She wasn't paying attention, though. Master had his hand up her skirt and keeps distracting her by rubbing his fingers between her legs, making her mewl and whimper into his chest. He doesn't like to undress her when there are people from outside of his pack watching and he does not think these particular emissaries deserve to see her come, so he keeps her on the edge the entire time, tweaking her n*****s over her button up blouse, fingering her c**t and p***y, rubbing her tail and generally driving her insane with lust.

She can feel him smiling against her skin, deep and indulgent, his scent going sweeter. Her mouth floods with saliva when she catches the smallest hint of arousal from him.

"Poor Kitten," he murmurs, teasing, playful. He says it the same way Master does when he intends to make her suffer longer. "Turn around then. Let's give the people here a show," he hums.

Her heart goes still. She pulls back to meet his eyes and knows that her own are wide, disbelieving. Master has never played this game with her outside their home before.

Then again, Master so rarely has time to indulge in games and they have only started playing like this recently, a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday. Previously Master has always been kind to her, but also careful with keeping his distance so that she doesn't ask for more than he's ready to give.

This is- this is very new. She aches, fire growing in her belly as she bows her head, shifts her weight, and turns. Her tail is in the way and he chuckles when she brushes the tip of her fluffy tail under his chin. He wraps his fingers around it loosely and loops it around his neck like a scarf.

"Perfect," he hums.

He sits up straight and wraps his large, warm hands around her flanks. He pulls her back to his chest and she closes her eyes, stifling a whine.

The position makes her face that table, where she sees the rest of her Master's men sitting leisurely, enjoying their drinks. They were having a conversation prior to this, but they have all stopped talking in favor of watching this unfold- watching her unfold.

"Kaleb?" she mewls, lower lip trembling, her ears folding back fearfully. There are so many new faces around them, still, so many strangers whom she doesn't know the names to.

"There we go," he whispers, his teeth at her ear, hands sliding around her stomach and then moving further down. "It's okay. They can't see you under the table, can they?" he hums.

She nods. She supposes that's true. It doesn't stop her from feeling any less exposed, though.

"You're so tense," he murmurs, and she shivers, sensation running down her spine, down her arms. She clings to the outside of his knees and his hands slide up, curling around her throat lightly. "Sweet thing," he hums, undoing the top button of her dress, then the second, exposing some of her neck.

The wolves surrounding them growls at the sight of her naked neck. She carries her Master's mark on her neck. He had kissed bruises all over her before letting her out of his sight.

"Pretty little thing," he hums, and she swallows the ache, the longing to twist around and kiss him. "Relax," he hums, nuzzling her neck, his other arm winding tightly around her waist and tugging her closer still. "You did such a good job for our Master, didn't you? You were a good girl. Sat still and let him play with your body. He probably got the men from Amaris all worked up and they're going to be eager to agree to anything he wants now, just so they can return to their quarters and rub on off."

She whimpers and tilts her head, offering him more of her neck.

"Such a good girl," he praises.

She feels his kiss in her hair, feels the warmth of his breath as he continues to compliment her. "Please," she whimpers, her voice an octave higher than usual, her cat ears flickering.

He cradles her jaw like he cradled his beer and turns her face to the side, allowing him to kiss gently at the corner of her mouth. Her lips part and she lets out a grateful, weak moan as he presses his tongue to her lips, licking slowly into her mouth.

She can taste the bittersweet alcohol on his tongue, and she chases after the taste eagerly. Master doesn't let her drink beer, says it's too much for her and she would get drunk on it too easily. He thinks she's too young for beer still.

"There's my perfect Kitten," he says, speaking so low, like a rumbling storm. She gasps, tilting herself to his hand, to his mouth, and he obliges her with another kiss. His hand moves back to her chest, undoing another button, exposing just enough to spare a glimpse at her cleavage, but not more than that.

It's still a lot of skin to bare in public, though.

She closes her eyes, flushing brightly at being seen by the strangers all around them. His hands touch her with utmost care, sliding down and settling over her belly over her dress. She lets out a plaintive, desperate mewl and earns a kiss to her neck in reward.

"You're shaking so prettily for me, Kitten," he whispers. "Smells so good, too, so tempting."

She tenses and presses back, needing more of it. More of him.

"Such a patient little darling. Just waiting for me to give you what you want, hmm?"

She sighs, softly, arches her hips as his fingers slide down under the table, away from sight.

He smiles, pressing his teeth to her neck, over Master's bruises on her skin. The sensation sends a ricochet of fire down her spine as he places one hand on her belly, his palm wide enough to cover all of her as his other hand slides down to cup between her legs under her dress.

"Anh, ah," she whines, fingers clenching onto his arm. Her eyes open and she tilts her head back, staring unseeing at the ceiling as he slides his middle finger up between the wet slit between her p***y lips and circles her opening with the calloused pad of his finger.

"So responsive," he praises and nips gently at her neck, causing her to flinch. He pauses. "I'm sorry, Kitten. Do you not like it when Daddy bites you?" he hums.

She whines, heat rushing to her cheeks at what he's calling himself. It's so inappropriate. Master talks dirty like this too and it never fails to make her feel like she could just burst in flames. She shakes her head. "Please," she whimpers and cries out when the tip of his finger presses into her hole for a blissful second, only to pull out before she can fully relish the pleasure of finally being penetrated.

He hums and pulls his fingers away, leaving her to gyrate her hips to nothing. "You need to ask me properly, sweetheart," he growls and kisses the arch of her ear. "Daddy will give you what you need, but you have to ask nicely, Kitten."

She swallows and lowers her head, her breath quickening when she sees that everyone has stopped what they're doing to stare at them once more. She arches her hips up into his hand, hoping he can feel the desperate aching pound of her heart.

"Ah ah," he chides. "Ask nicely, Kitten."

She chews on her bottom lip and shivers weakly in his grasp. "Daddy, please," she manages to whimper. "Please?"

He lets out a snarling sound and his teeth sinks into her shoulder, closing onto bare skin so she can feel the imprint of his teeth against her sensitive flesh. The pressure makes her stomach tense and sink in.

"Anh, ah, ah," she cries, rocking her hips up and down, trying to get him to touch her between her legs again. She can feel his c**k rutting up against her back and scent the precum wetting his pants.

She's burning up. This is worse than being kept on edge. Master had been distracted when he was touching her earlier, his attention more focused on making sure that they are getting the best end of the deal. Kaleb has his full attention on her and seems fully committed to making her come. "Do you want Daddy to touch you?"

"Yes," she gasps, nodding frantically, uncaring of their audience. "Yes, please. Please, Daddy," she whines. "I want Daddy to make me come."

He grins.