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From international espionage to time travel, these four standalone stories feature innocent young women surrendering to Alpha men in every way imaginable. Here, you will find: An Interview to Surrender, A Prison Interrogation Surrender, A Public Surrender, and Timeless Surrender.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

"I might have a job for you," she says, "but there are some things they want you to do that you might be uncomfortable with," she says.

"What do they want me to do?" she narrows her eyes at Amanda, not liking where this is going.

Amanda looks around, like they're spies on a secret mission. Jen has politely given them some distance and is pretending to be busy folding clothes in the corner of the room. There's faint music from the sound system, but the place is quiet enough otherwise that Sierra knows she'll be able to hear them without a problem.

"First of all, the men you'll be working with are strictly incognito, so if you do this job, nothing will ever be mentioned ever again," she says.

If that doesn't sound like some sort of illegal operation, she doesn't know what does. From the corner of her eye, she notices Jen leaning closer, transfixed and curious despite herself.

"Second," she sighs and combs her fingers through her long hair. "I have to come clean to you that I only got this job because the last girl disappeared and no one else would touch it," she says. "Or they couldn't fit the requirements and pretended they didn't want it anyways," she shrugs. "I don't really care, but the money is too good to pass up and I want to bring it to you so you can decide on your own if you want it."

"I'm not going to lie, Amanda, this sounds terrible."

Amanda looks affronted. "I wouldn't have come to you if there wasn't something good about it, darling," she says.

Sierra supposes she deserves that. "So far, all I've heard is that they're really picky with the kind of model they want and nobody else wants the job because their last girl disappeared. It sounds like some sort of trafficking syndicate." Somewhere in the room, Jen snorts and says an 'amen' loud enough to be heard.

Amanda's face turns an angry tomato shade. "I wouldn't come to you with a dangerous job, Sierra," she says. "It's an international job and I suppose they wanted someone exotic. Someone who looks like you," she continues. "The previous payment went through without a hitch and the last girl disappearing was a norm. Previous models have returned from their projects. I'd show you who they are, but I signed non-disclosure agreements too. And the reason why I'm coming to you is because the pay is too good. It's fifty thousand for the job."

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Surrender Complete Bundle

Arian Wulf

Copyright 2020 Arian Wulf

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This bundle contains four standalone stories that have scenes including exhibitionism & voyeurism, werewolf knotting, spanking, domination, bondage, humiliation, group-sex, spanking, gaping, double penetration, and submission.

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An Interview to Surrender

Getting kicked out of her house the moment she turns eighteen isn't the worst thing that could have happened to her.  After all, Ari has a job interview lined up right after. Except all the questions she's being asked are incredibly intrusive, ranging from her... various experiences to things about her body that she hasn't yet explores herself.

She is already pushed to her limits by her interviewer, who strips and touches her in all the right and all the wrong ways, making her feel things she's never explored herself and do things that makes the roots of her hair turn red in shame. She's stripped in front of him and his Werewolf pack mates and then taken apart as they each take their turns on her, filling her up until she's bloated with seed from all the strangers she doesn't even know the name of.

And she loves every second of it.

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A Prison Interrogation Surrender

Sierra lets money dictate too many things in her life, but she has a few rules that she wouldn't break. She doesn't take her clothes off for anyone, not even paying employers... but when she is hired to entertain rich businessmen in a foreign country, she finds that the rules don't apply when she's accused of espionage.

Now, she must do whatever it takes to get herself out of trouble and return home... even if that includes surrendering to arrogant, powerful men who have a liking to paddles, spanking, and filling her up in every way imaginable.

What’s worse is that she finds herself loving every second of her submission.

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A Public Surrender

Natalie is eighteen-years-old and finally graduating high school. She has her whole life ahead of her- if only she has someone to share it with. She's pretty enough, but she's never found someone who pushes all the right buttons to spark that desire inside of her.

Until now.

Nikolai is a playboy billionaire sponsoring the lavish party she's attending. Famous for his fame and fortune as  much as he is for making a woman submit, it doesn't take long for him to crumble her resistance and making her surrender to him completely.

His dominating nature resonates with her in ways she has never imagined possible. Desire takes over common sense and soon, she is screaming for release in front of strangers who lose no time in joining in.

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Timeless Surrender

Arya wakes in the middle of the night and reaches for her phone, only to find it's not there. Neither is her room. She looks outside, expecting to see cars and the streetlamp, instead, she finds wagons dragged by horses and men wearing clothes unfamiliar to her.

Lord Theodore is not pleased to find her in his home, but he is willing to let her stay.

Arya needs to figure out where she is, when she is, and how to get home. But there are exterior forces at work that make sure she stays exactly where she is and when feelings begin to develop between her and Lord Theodore, she finds the circumstances of her arrival not as unrelated to him as she initially assumed.

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An Interview to Surrender

Werewolf | Group Domination & Humiliation

Ariyna Wolf

Copyright 2020 Ariyna Wolf

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. An innocent 18-year-old woman is stripped and taken for the first time by an older Werewolf Alpha, and then subsequently filled by many many more. It contains domination and submission, size-difference (large males, petite female), group sex, gangbang, double penetration, sex toys, and knotting. 

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"Um. You mean, I'll have to have sex if I want to stay?" she asks.

He pulls back and tips her head up until they're looking at each other. His eyes seem to be searching for something on her face and she has to struggle to keep herself from lurching away. He's so frightening up close too, his eyes more wolf than man, his teeth too sharp to be completely human. A part of her hopes that he would say no, that she was being ridiculous for asking at all and of course she didn't need to have sex with him for her to stay, but his lips part and he asks, "Would that be such a terrible thing?" he asks.

"W-what?" she stutters, embarrassed, her heart beating a hundred times a minute. It's not, really. A crazy part of her thinks she wouldn't mind it if it was him taking her virginity, but the practical part of her mind is telling her to run while she still has the chance. It's obvious that he wants her- wants all of her, and she's not sure if she should give herself to him so willingly. What if he fucks her and then throws her out into the streets? What would happen to her then?

Her panic must have shown in her face, because his expression softens.

"It's not as frightening as you seem to think it is," he reassures her, his large hand reaching up to cradle her cheek. "I won't hurt you," he says. "I take good care of what's mine," he says and she hears the bird chirping from it's cage, like it understands what they're saying and is agreeing with him.

She chews on her bottom lip, searching his face for a sign that he's lying to her and finding none. She doesn't know him well enough to be able to tell if he's lying, at any rate.

"Would you let me take your clothes off for you?"

Her bottom lip is hurting from how hard she's biting it, but the alternative is talking and she's very sure she can't form any words right now. He keeps doing this, asking something perfectly reasonable and professional, and then doing a one-eighty and asking her for something ridiculous like stripping down.

She wants to shake her head, tell him that he's being too inappropriate and should stop. Nothing about this is appropriate, really.

She's not so innocent that she doesn't know what she's feeling is arousal, but she also thinks that it's wrong to feel this way with someone she doesn't know at all, someone whose intention isn't even all that clear. She thought she was applying for a job. Now, it looks more like she's applying to be a prostitute. Or his prostitute?

The place feels too fancy to be a sex house. The front garden had a giant water fountain the shape of a dragon. Maybe it's a really, really fancy sex house.

It's that final thought that makes her struggle to get out of his grip and she's a little bit disappointed that he releases his grip on her easily, letting her slide back into her own seat and wrap her arms around herself. She kind of misses his warmth around her already.

"You- You're being very inappropriate," she says and is afraid a second later for saying anything at all, worried that he would find insult in it and be upset, but he merely bares his teeth at her in a mockery of a smile.

He looks- he looks hungry.

And she's the only thing on the menu.

Chapter One: Caged

The bird in the cage fluffs it's feathers, preening at her in a way that makes her smile. It's a small little thing, the only thing she's seen so far in this massive home that's bigger than she is. It is perched on a metal swing, streaks of colors across it's belly and tail.

"You know why you're here?" a stern voice asks.

She turns away from the bird, feeling like a bird herself, caged and small. At least the bird had a metal cage to keep it safe, a Master to feed it when it goes hungry. Her tongue feels like it is glued to the roof of her mouth, too heavy for words.

"Um. I'm here for a job?" she says, feeling out of her depth already and she's only one question in. She's so hungry she can barely thinking. It's evening and she was kicked out in the morning with only ten dollars in her pocket. She used it to pay for a second hand pair of outfit that wasn't torn in several places so she can be somewhat presentable to her job interview.

Truthfully, she has no idea why she's here. The address was given to her right before she left and she was told firmly that she will need to be there for a job, if she wanted it.

She almost snorts at the memory. If she wanted it- as if she had a choice in the matter at all. It's either this, or homelessness and a weak little human like her won't do well out on the roads.

The werewolf's expression shifts into something unreadable before he schools his expression into something resembling neutral again and then he's nodding.

"You're eighteen?" he asks without really asking, not looking up or expecting an answer. His voice is male and deep, a low growl of a thing that makes her belly tighten in all the right ways. Or maybe it's all the wrong ways? She shouldn't be turned on by the man interviewing her, no matter how ridiculously hot he is. There's something not quite human about him, though.

She has always been able to tell such things with the Supernatural creatures among her. She thinks it's could be because she's a human and prey to so many of their kind. Her natural instinct is to run and hide and in order to do that, she needs to be able to recognize which of the people around her are threats to her. He's a werewolf, she tells herself quietly, seeing the way his hands shift to claws when he's not paying attention, the way the end of his words turn into growls.

"How old are you?" he asks, looking up and he's really asking now, peering at her with eyes that are too blue. It's frightening to be the sole attention of a predator as big and scary as he is.

She has to remind herself that she has rights and he's not an actual wolf and therefore won't eat her in order to calm her racing heart. "I'm eighteen," she manages to squeak out.

"Happy Birthday," he says, startling her because she doesn't remember putting her birthday on the resume.

Then again, she kind of wrote that in a hurry because everything she had learned in school told her that resumes are important and she shouldn't show up here without any sort of preparation... even if she still had no idea what she's getting herself into. She just knows that she really needs this job if she doesn't want to be homeless. "Thank you," she says after the silence drags on for a moment too long. Her hands tremble slightly and she folds them together over her lap to keep them from giving her away. She doesn't know if it does her any good. Her heart is pounding so loudly in her ears. Surely, he can hear that?

"So, tell me about yourself," he says and puts her at an immediate loss.

She licks her lips and asks, "Like, my previous job experiences?" she asks.

He looks a little amused and nods. "If you want," he says.

"I um- just, regular cleaning jobs? I guess? There's normally a lot of do at the orphanage and somethings I help out at the food bank and um... the local library? But like, they're not really allowed to hire me because I'm like, unregistered or something? And there's a lot of forms that needs to be filled up if they want to hire a human so they sort of just-" she bites her lower lip and stops talking because she's fairly sure she's not supposed to be telling him about how she was getting paid illegal for working there. It's not like she got to keep her money anyways. All that ends up going to the head of the orphanage because they're always short on cash and she needs to earn her keep. Or something. She doesn't really understand more of the things going on there. She thought the government gave the orphanage money.

"You've been on your own for so long," he says and there's something in his eyes that makes her want to hide away.

"I'm not alone," she finds herself saying. It's true. The Orphanage is full of people all the time. But she thinks she understand what he's saying. She's surrounded by people, but she's alone. Nobody truly knows her and it's hard for them to really know her. Most of the children in the orphanage are supernatural beings of some sort, mostly werewolves, and she's human. She's small and fragile and growing up, her peers are afraid of accidentally hurting her so they just left her alone.

It's a kind of cruel mercy, because it also means she's left alone a lot. As they grew older, the habit of staying away from the fragile, breakable human continued and they just kept to themselves while she drifted alone the sidelines, alone.

"It says here that you've just graduated?"

She nods.

"Do you have plans for after?" he asks.

Her mouth opens and closes a few times as she tries to think of the best way to say she won't be going to college because she doesn't have a penny to her name and she needs this job desperately, but she settles on a soft, "Not really."

He arches a brow at her. "Smart thing like you?" He looks at her in disbelieve. "What a terrible waste that would be. You've done really well in all your classes," he says.

She preens despite herself. She worked hard for all her grades. It's hard to be as good as she is in the classes, especially since she can't attend all the after school sessions because she needs to help out at the orphanage. The Matron doesn't like it when they have to stay back after school. She's afraid of them misbehaving and getting in trouble.

"Perhaps we can enroll you in a few classes while you're here," he says and there's a sort of finality to his tone that makes her perk up immediately.

"You mean I'm hired?" she gasps, face lighting up, smiling so widely that she can feel the stretch of her grin all the way to her ears.

He licks his lips and ducks his face, hiding his expression from her. She lets go of a breath she doesn't realize she has been holding once he's no longer putting his full attention on her. He doesn't talk for a few minutes and doesn't even appear to be reading the papers in front of him.

As she fidgets uncomfortable on the seat, she notices the way he's pulling his upper lip back, breathing in slightly, scenting the air again. She hopes she smells nice enough to him. His grip on the paper tightens so much that the paper scrunches up where he's gripping it, tearing when his nails turn into claws and then back right before her eyes.

She presses herself into the couch, irrationally afraid even though he hasn't done anything at all. She wonders if she's failed the interview somehow. She hasn't really done anything to warrant a dismissal, though.

Maybe that's the problem?

She's never had a proper interview before. Maybe she ought to be doing something to proof her worth?

He rests his elbows on the table and leans in, breathing deeper.  Scenting, her brain supplies readily. Some wolves do this to see if a human's scent is... acceptable. He had done it a few times since the interview started and she's rather hopeful that since he hasn't kicked her out after the first time, he had decided she smells alright. Or maybe that's just wistful thinking.

Before her brain can tell her what a horrible idea it is, her mouth opens and she asks, "Do I smell good?"

His eyes flash for a second and suddenly the table feels too small. She leans away from it a little bit even though he can't reach towards her even if he extends his arms out fully over the large table.

She wonders if that's the whole point of the table being there, to keep them apart.

He stands and renders that reasoning in her head completely moot when he moves to stand by her side, dragging the empty chair beside her until he's facing her.

She twists around in the chair awkwardly after attempting to do the same, only to find the chair too heavy for her to move.

The corner of his lips curl up in amusement and he stands, stepping around behind her to help her turn her chair to face him.

"I have a few more questions for you," he says and at her eager nod, he continues, "Do you have any close friends? People who would miss you from the orphanage?"

She frowns. Was he going to do something to her and making sure no one will come asking?

"I have more than one position open if you'd like some company," he offers magnanimously.

She feels blood rush to her cheek and shifts on the chair, feeling silly for thinking such terrible thoughts. "No," she says. "The others um- they leave me alone cause I'm human and they're afraid of hurting me."

He nods. "No one's tried to adopt you?" he asks.

She grimaces. He's hit a sore spot. "Humans are not very... desirable?" she ventures a guess. She doesn't actually know. There's only one human- her- at the orphanage and no one's asked for her before.

"Perhaps," he says, distracted. And then, apropos of nothing, he asks, "Do you mind if I scent you properly, pup?"

Blood rushes to her cheeks in a hurry. She's never had a pet name before and 'pup' sounds really sweet and friendly, like he knows her. She thinks of saying no. She's not used to close contact with, well, anybody, and he's leaning in so closely already, but she reminds herself that she really needs this job and nods instead. She's never been scented by a werewolf before.

She's seen the parents coming to adopt do that sometimes, though, lean in close to breath in the children's scent and try and find one that's most desirable.

"Good girl," he says and she shouldn't be so happy that a stranger is complimenting her, but she is. It fills her with a comforting warmth that spreads through her belly and makes her feel all nice and warm inside.

He tugs his seat even close to hers, and then loses his patience with trying to close their distance and grips her by her waist to pull her up and into his lap.

It all happens so quickly and suddenly that she doesn't have a chance to react at all, finding herself curled up in his lap like a giant soft toy that he's decided to purchase- or something.

She tries to stay still and not struggle in his grip, though. Maybe there's something wrong with his sense of smell and he has to do this in order to cent her properly. But then he yanks her in closer, pressing their bodies flush together until it's impossible to tell where she stops and he begins and he presses his nose up to her pulse, his warm exhale hot like burning on her skin as he breathes in deep and then exhales, repeating the inhales and exhales like she's hiding the air he needs to survive on her lungs.

In her cage, the bird flutters and she knows exactly how it feels.

Chapter Two: Cuddle

He does nothing for a long while, just keep his arms around her and breathe. It's a little bit worrying, but she stays still and let him hold her tight.

There's something incredibly calming about this too. She thinks maybe she shouldn't like it so much, but she relaxes into his grip and sinks against his chest, breathing easier than she's ever remembered breathing at all.

"I have a few more questions for you," he says against her neck, his words inked onto her skin.

She feels her body reacting in ways that is utterly unfamiliar to her, a warm fire brewing in her core. She shifts, trying to make herself comfortable and failing. He's so warm too, his muscles hard. "Okay," she finds herself saying breathlessly.

"You smell really good, baby," he hums, his voice dropping even lower, his grip around her waist tighter.

She thinks this isn't how an interview is supposed to go. In fact, she's pretty sure interviews shouldn't be this intimate, but what does she know? She doesn't even know what she's applying for. Maybe her new job is as his personal cuddle buddy.

"Will you be comfortable moving in for the job?" he asks suddenly and his tone is back to that normal deep growl and if it weren't for his arms around her and the fact that she's sitting on his lap, she would be convinced they're being perfectly professional too.

Her breath stutters. Is he offering? "Yes," she says, "I mean, yes, of course I'm comfortable- um- moving in."

He nods, his nose still pressed up to her neck, just breathing, inhaling in deep and then curling his claw-like fingers around her waist. "Good, good," he rumbles. "Do you touch yourself?" he asks. The sudden change of tone in his questions makes heat fill her body.

If her cheeks get any redder, she worries it's going to catch on fire. She shakes her head.

"Any previous sexual experience?" he asks.

"Wha- um- No," she says, shaking her head again.

"Surely just a little bit," he says. "It's okay if you have," he says. "Most people your age have experimented somewhat. Tell me, Ari."

She doesn't know if it's the way he says her name or the authoritative tone in his voice, but she finds herself saying, "I um- there's not much privacy at the orphanage to um- do anything? I really haven't," she says. "And there's no time. I go to classes and then work and then I come back and help with the chores and I'm always tired after. I never really-" she chews on her lower lip, feeling rather silly and so horrible inexperienced in everything.

He chuckles. "I suppose not," he says. "Have you ever practiced kissing before, baby?" he says.

And there's that word again, 'baby', like they know each other and he's friendly with her. She doesn't know him at all and when she first stepped in here, he was all serious and scary and she had second doubts about stepping into the room at all, afraid that he was going to open his jaws and turn into a monster and then swallow her whole. Or something. But then the question clicks and her cheeks are definitely on fire now. She shakes her head. She had a crush on one of her classmates growing up, a werewolf jock that half the girls in her class is in love with and sometimes, she wonders how it would feel like to be one of his many arm candies, clinging onto him with the vague hope of being chosen as his girlfriend of the month.

"Are you afraid of pain?" he asks.

She gulps. What's that got to do with anything? Were they going to harvest her organs? Could they do the humane thing and knock her out for that? She shakes her head. "I- um, yes?" she says her voice breathless and soft.

"I'm afraid the work will require you to have some level of pain tolerance," he says. "Only a little," he says. "It'll feel good after," he hums.

She is torn between feeling terrified and aroused by what he's saying. "Um... as long as it's not- it's not excessive?" she murmurs, growing more and more worried by the second. What kind of job is this supposed to be anyways?

"Do you have any medical ailments or preexisting conditions?" Now he's back to sounding like he's reading from a script of things that he's supposed to ask, but it's clear he doesn't really care about the answer by the way he's still nuzzling at her neck, pressing his nose in and inhaling in deep. She thinks she can feel him breathing in from his mouth too, but that can't be right. Maybe she's just imagining things.