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The Adventures of Slutta the Babebarian

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Brooke gently dragged the c-note along the line of white powder, the bunny’s nose twitching as her ears lay down flat, the drug whisked up deep into her nose. There was a dull buzz at first, followed by a resounding burst of energy. Instantly Brooke’s head was refilled with the pep, buzz, and shallowness that she so desired. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.

“Jesus, Brooke, go easy on the nose-candy there. That stuff ain’t free, ya know.” Brooke smiled at Rod Hardman’s comment, and then lay back in her lawn chair, letting the sun shine down on her pastel-blue dyed fur. The shiny metal circles stitched to her bra in a rough attempt to make “barbarian armor” did a good job of reflecting the sun up to her face, if only because her giant, fake boobs put them at the perfect angle.

“So put it on the credit card,” said Brooke in her squeaky, valley-girl voice. She sniffed a bit then sent her hand out for her martini, which she brought clumsily to her lips. The numbness of the alcohol would help counteract the wakefulness of the drug, and maybe, just maybe, she’d have enough of her senses in order to remember her lines. Or act, even, if she got lucky.

“Drug dealers don’t TAKE credit cards, Brooke. As it is I’m already goin’ out for more like every other day. I keep putting miles on my bike like that and it’ll wear out!” Rod continued to piss and moan, going from his bike to his failing band to how awesome he was, and so on. For someone who was so bad at rocking, he certainly had the attitude of a spoiled glam-rocker. Maybe if he did less speed and

more practicing, he could end up on MTV with all those other dorks.

His diatribe was finally cut short when Olvays showed up. The massive Austrian chamois was not too fond of Rod, and it seemed that the only reason he tolerated the rocker wolf’s presence was that he had access to the drugs that kept his girlfriend Brooke from thinking straight.

“Zo how is my favorite little piece of hasenpfeffer?” asked the chamois. His massive, meaty fingers descended from somewhere above Brooke’s plastic-pink hair to squeeze and grope and uncover Brooke’s blue tits. Olvays spent every minute he wasn’t with Brooke (and some that he was) working out or taking steroids, and were he much less of an asshole he might have become a rather talented professional bodybuilder.

Brooke giggled as she was touched. “Hello, handsome. I’m just laying back and waiting for Gregory to show up and let me know things can get started. I dunno about you but I’m sick of this desert, I wish we’d hurry up and shoot this stupid thing already.” Gregory was the director of Antipodes Entertainment and everyone but Olvays’s boss. A graduate of the SoCal school of film, he had decided to go

into porno partly because it was easy and partly because he was a horn dog and partly because he wanted to add an air of respectability to the whole thing. He had managed to pull that last one off, but he hadn’t managed to make a lot of money yet, and so Antipodes was eternally hamstrung by low budgets and performers like Brooke and Rod, who were good looking but had no talent and could barely do more than fuck. At least Farina and Mason were enthusiastic, and Johnny usually managed to whisper everyone else’s lines to ‘em.

Olvays reached forward and continued to grope and talk and caress, but Brooke ignored him, even as he pulled his cock out and began to rub it across Brooke’s face. She licked at it idly, and Olvays said something that was either in German or such a thick accent that Brooke couldn’t tell. In any event he encouraged her, rubbing her ears and continuing to talk. Brooke did enjoy slurping on Olvays’s giant cock normally, but at the moment she was more curious as to what happened to her costars and director.

“Dammit Brooke, what the fuck are you doing? Have you even READ the script I gave you? We start shooting in thirty minutes!” Brooke didn’t even turn to face Gregory, and continued to lick idly at her boyfriend’s cock. “God DAMMIT! Fine! We’ll fix it in post! Just mumble them as best you can and we’ll do the sound again later. FUCK! Where the hell are Mason and Farina? Are they even in costume?”

“Theya ovah theya, half in, half out of theya costumes.” Johnny was completely in his costume, and despite being a coyote from Arizona, he played the role of a dingo from Australia for all it was worth. He dressed Australian, he carried an abysmal accent, and between spewing lines from Crocodile Dundee and quoting Mad Max, he managed to at least play a delightful stereotype. He was dressed in a Speedo with leather stapled to it to make it look like some primitive thong, and wore several necklaces made of plastic teeth and shells. If you didn’t look at it too closely, it looked about as good as you could expect from a community theater

“Dammit Mason, you should know better!” Gregory stormed off to go deal with his porn stars, and to get things ready to shoot the first scene. Brooke just resumed working the cock in her mouth, and spread her legs wide a bit for the benefit of Johnny and Rod. The shooting hadn’t started yet, but that was no reason to keep her costars from having a damn good time…

***

Slutta the barbarian sliced her sword left, then right, then up, before plunging it deep into the heart of the giant, rubbery snake that was attacking her. Jets of wet, red blood shot out of the wound, and Slutta found herself coated ears to ample chest with the animal’s disgusting juices. The thin, red liquid flattened the bunny’s bright

blue fur and seeped into her tight metal brassiere.

“Shit, I just bought this, and now it’s going to rust! Better take it off…” Gently undoing the clasp, she let the metal clink to

the ground, reaching back and stretching, pushing her chest far forward. “Mnfff…At least the cool wind feels good on my nipples.”

“Slutta! Slutta! Men approaching from the east!” It was Dorna, Slutta’s longtime thief companion. The fox’s teased and primed hair, which was extremely curly, blew in the wind as she climbed the hill, her massive chest heaving up and down with effort. Slutta turned to see the men that Dorna had pointed out, her hand shielding her eyes. There were four of them, a dingo, a wolf, a dark-furred rabbit, and a massive, muscular chamois. They were all well built and bore only their swords and loincloths.

“Vat have ve here? A pair of leetle adventurers?” said the chamois. He was obviously foreign and also the boss of the little band, and as he stepped forward and flexed his muscles in a show of strength, Slutta did her best to avoid betraying her interest and arousal in this powerful, exotic barbarian.

“My name is Slutta, and this is my thieving partner in adventure, Dorna. We are on a quest for the Sacred Stone of the Snakes, the most precious ruby in all of Artania!” Slutta stuck out her chest as she spoke, her body filled with pride in the mission.

“I am the Shaftmaster, these are my men, Hunk, Kinte and Snakesnapper. Ve too are on that quest. Maybe ve can…trade information. I see you have no gold to barter vit, but maybe ve can reach another agreement…”

The wolf, Hunk, and the dingo, Snakesnapper, moved slowly towards, Dorna, their hands gently squeezing and caressing the thief’s eager flesh. Her eyes were filled with delight at the obvious

proposal, and at the size and build of the men. Their hands gently pulled her top down until her massive, luscious breasts were exposed. They then moved to drop their loincloths, and put their long, thick, hard “swords” on display. Dorna immediately dropped to her knees, jamming one long length of pole into her mouth, then the other.

“I think that we can agree on an exchange of…Information.” The Shaftmaster and his black rabbit friend Kinte also dropped their loincloths, and soon Dorna and Slutta were kneeling next to each other, the four big males pumping their shafts in and out of the girls' mouths, slopping over their faces and hands and chests, until both of them were glistening with spit and pre. They turned to kiss each other, mooshing their tits together as they licked and slurped and kissed and rubbed the cocks around them.

Slutta was the first to present herself, sliding down and back, spreading her legs wide and revealing her rough, bright-pink bush to Shaftmaster. The big chamois eagerly moved over her, jamming his length into her eager, glistening sex even as she presented her mouth to Kinte, who slid himself in deep, grabbing her head and slamming himself back and forth inside her mouth.

Dorna was no slouch either. Soon she had Hunk and Snakesnapper pistoning in and out of her cunt and tailhole, the two big males bouncing her between them and making her moan loudly, her hair bobbing and jumping with her breasts as she was thrown about between

the two males. Slutta also moaned loudly, but her cries were drowned by Kinte’s shaft.

The girls were very talented, and it was not long before the four men were coating the girls' chests with more and more hot white splatter. The girls licked up what landed on their faces, and then began to lick at each other, loving and sucking down every drop. The men all chuckled, rubbing themselves until they were certain they

were dry.

“Vell, do we have an exchange?” said Shaftmaster.

“I think we’ve been paid in full…And then some. We heard that there’s a secret entrance to the castle where the ruby is kept, one unknown to the guards. And we intend to use it,” said Slutta.

“Ve also heard of an unguarded way in: der is a vizard who vill teach us to fly over de walls. But ve may consider using the underground passage you mentioned. Let us hope zat ve can both have a chance at the ruby, and meet on it as friends, not enemies!”

***

“Jesus H. Christ am I ever glad we're doing this MOS. The only lines you can manage to remember are the ones your snorting up your nose. Speaking of, you can go hit the trailers now, I've got some talking to do with our co-producers before we continue. And before you ask, yes, you'll get a fucking cash payment, Olvays. I'd say thanks for your willingness to fill in at the last moment, but I know you only did it to keep your steroid dealer happy. Just don't shoot up until after we're done, all right? The last thing I need is you

sore and cramping mid-fuck.”

Gregory stormed off, muttering something about ADR and looping and the idiots he had to work with, but Brooke wasn't listening. Instead she was smiling up at Olvays, gently rubbing the cum he'd left on her face and chest into her powder-blue fur. The big chamois smiled down at her and flexed his muscles a bit, making his cock jump and jiggle as he thrust it at her. She licked at it a little, and then squealed as he lifted her high up into the air and kissed her with clumsy sloppiness. “I always did like strong men..,” said Brooke.

“And I alvays did like hot, wet cunt!” said Olvays, his fingers digging into her sex. Brooke winced as she was clumsily finger fucked by the big oaf. He was much more show than skill, really. But he wasn't a bad lay, and between him and Rod she managed to keep herself fully loaded.

“C'mon baby, let's go back to the trailers and...Wash up.” Mason was trying to woo Farina, something that wasn't exactly hard. She gently flitted to his side, her costume falling apart as she walked. She was either too dumb to notice, or she didn't care. It was hard to tell with Farina. Stereotypical vixen, right down to her giant silicone tits.

“Jesus Mason, how doah yah keep a goin loike that eh?” Johnny was pretty tired from the fuck session, so his horrid, fake accent was particularly bad at the moment.

“It's the coke, man. You really should lay off the booze and the

weed and switch to coke. It'll peck your dick right up!” cut in Rod.

“I bet you'd loike to peck my dick up, fag,” shot Johnny. In his anger, Johnny's accent almost left, and he was momentarily coherent. Rod growled a bit but backed down. “Look, oim goin' out fer a smoke, so fuck you motherfuckers latah. And save yoah bad tempah foah them goddamn snakes we'll be workin' with.”

The cast stood around a bit, as though they were all individually remembering the same thing: this picture was to be a collaboration between Antipodes Entertainment and Soft Scales entertainment. A dicey proposition, considering the inherent antagonism between scaled and furred creatures, but this sort of species crossing was very in right now in the fetish community. It would allow them to charge twice as much and still sell to both audiences, and as the girls were getting raped on camera, even the most hateful customer would have something to gain. Still, it would be rough. On the girls especially.

“Look, just fuck that shit,” Brooke spat, her buzz threatening to ebb. “Let's go get wasted and fucked up and we'll deal with the snakes later. Jesus fucking Christ I need a hit.”

***

Brooke was sucking hard on Olvays’s shaft, pausing only to sniff and wipe the powder and blood off of her nose. Mason was gently sliding in and out of her cunt, his thick, long shaft working over her clit each time he moved back and forth. Mason got into this business because he loved to fuck, but he stayed in it because he loved to make a girl scream. It was easy to see why Farina was willing to work him so hard in the green room. Fucking him, you didn't need to pretend to cum on camera. Shit, you didn't even need to be drugged up.

Farina watched from the side, straining to study her lines, though her eye was clearly focused on Mason's shaft as it gently slid in and out of Brooke's sweet pink cunt. His hand gently slapped against Brooke a few times before he leaned back, giving Farina a good view “Yeah bitch, you love havin' that big bunny cock in ya...” Brooke played along, moaning hard into Olvays’s cock before sucking and slurping on it, her eyes locked on Farina's, the pre and spittle dribbling out of her lips and down the messy shaft.

“I...I really should...memorize these lines...” Farina had her legs crossed and her costume back on. Though they had been waiting, bored, for at least four hours, she had managed to at least try to read the script ever since she got done blowing Mason right after they got back. Still, Mason seemed to get his rocks off on tempting

her, and Brooke wasn't about to pass up an opportunity for a good time. Coke was only so fun by itself, after all.

“Mmm...You love that, don't you Brooke? You fucking blue bunny slut. All you ever want is a big, hard shaft up your sweet little cunt...” Mason and Brooke were clearly winning Farina over. All they needed to do was push it just a bit harder. “Shit, I'm gonna cum...”

Farina put down her book and almost ran over, kneeling before Mason as he turned to her and shot out blast after blast onto her face and tits. She gasped and closed her eyes, sucking and swallowing what came into her mouth, rubbing what didn't into her fur. She gasped and put her lips hard on Mason's shaft, milking and sucking and slurping down what remained, as if she was starving for it. “Now that's a good little vixen...”

Farina's vulpine instincts and her love of cock were starting to take over. She moaned, working her costume open and gently caressing her nipples, rubbing and pinching and teasing them as she continued to work herself as hard and as fast as possible. Mason's big hand came down and grabbed her over teased hair, his gold rings and watch buried deep in Farina's curls. “Suck it like you mean it, bitch.”

Without even giving Farina a chance to take a breath, Mason yanked the vixen's head forward, jamming his shaft deep into her throat. She gagged on it momentarily, choking and spluttering out spittle off her chin and over Mason's balls, but she didn't even consider resisting this rough fuck. He grabbed her with both hands and started shoving her back and forth, his shaft plowing hard into her face, pulling back almost all the way each time before jamming far forward and really choking her on it.

Brooke was starting to get jealous, but Olvays wasn't about to allow himself to be idly outfucked by some upstart rabbit. Dragging Brooke to the floor, he shoved her onto all fours, and then further, digging her blue tits into the cheap, well-worn carpet of the trailer they all shared for the shoot. Shoving himself into her cunt without warning or foreplay, he began to hump and shove and pound her like he was in rut. Brooke cried out, the drugs and the rough sex working her over good as Olvays pushed her face and tits into the floor with his hard, thick shaft.

“Ja, you like it rough, don't you, little bunny?” She did, but it wasn't like Olvays was going to be giving her a choice in the matter. He grabbed her arm and pulled her backward, as if he was trying to somehow pull and yank and jam her even harder and further

onto his cock. “Fuuuuuuck your sloppy vet cunt, you bitch!”

Brooke moaned incomprehensibly, her body wildly shaking and tossing around as Olvays shook her like a rag doll. Mason had moved on to fucking Farina's ass now, and he was certainly not letting her have it easy. Her face winced and contorted as he busted her ass and yanked on her tail, even as he bent down to kiss her and caress her nipples. Slowly, Mason and Olvays began to push the girls together with their wild humping, until the pair were only inches from each other. They finished the distance themselves, and began kissing and

rubbing their tits together as the boys continued pounding those holes, the whole lot of them getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Olvays was the first to go, and as he went he moved himself over, letting his jets shoot out and glaze Brooke's sharp pink hair, the tips of his blasts landing on Farina's eager mouth. She swallowed, but as she opened her mouth to catch her breath, Mason jammed himself in, choking her on his seed as he splattered her muzzle hard. Brooke didn't give Farina a chance to swallow this time, and instead pulled her immediately into a kiss, licking and slurping and sucking on the cum in the vixen's mouth, until she was content with the snowballing enough to swallow. She gasped, and then grinned, the taste of cum going nicely with the buzzing burn of the cocaine still working its way around in her nose. Not bad for a green-room practice session.

***

Slutta and Dorna were experts in sneaking and hiding, but the Disciples of Seti were experts at hiding and attacking. Though they battled hard for a brief period, they were quickly overwhelmed by the numerous and powerful male snakes, who easily bound the pair in thick, magical ropes that could not be cut or undone. The snakes flicked out their long, thin tongues as they shoved the captives toward their priestess queen, their big hands groping at the girls' curves and tearing at the fabric of their clothing.

“So, there were TWO intruders. This makes your inability to capture them sooner a little more tolerable..,” said the queen. She was a small snake, compared to the big, strong male monks who held the girls captive, but she was incredibly beautiful, and wore only the lightest of jewelry, leaving her large, heaving breasts and tight green sex clearly visible to both her captives and her disciples.

“How DARE you! You let me go, you slimy snake!” screamed Slutta, her arms and legs trying to lash out at those near her. But the ropes binding her were as tight as they were magical, and she could but barely move under their influence.

“You can't stop us all, you tyrant. The people know that I, Dorna the Explorer, am the true queen of this realm, and they will not tolerate such ill treatment!” But the queen priestess of Seti just laughed, her gaudy gold jewelry tinkling and jingling in the candlelight.

“The people? Bah, the people are coated in fuzz and fur, and their hide is soft and pliant to the whip. They will obey whoever has

power, and Seti has lots of power, power he only lends to the snake queens who are his disciples, who anoint his stone shaft with their juices. Have them stripped and bound. You may do with them what you wish, but don't kill them just yet. I have some...Questions for them in the morning.”

The priestess of Seti retreated to a nearby beaded curtain, and

Slutta and Dorna were quickly forced to the floor, their clothes

roughly ripped and torn and cut off by the sex-crazed priests. The big snakes disposed of their robes quickly and began to push the girls onto their shafts, threatening them in their impossible snake language with dire threats should they fail to suck or fuck properly.

The snakes marveled at the soft, supple breasts of the girls, caressing and squeezing and pinching them as they rubbed their long, thick shafts up to the full length. They were amazed, too, to discover the small patches of thick fur around the sex of each of the girls, and they sent their fingers into the writhing, squealing captives, exploring these exotic and quite fuckable captives.

Their curiosity soon gave way to their lusts, however, and the men began to pile in and queue up, forcing the girls onto all fours and jamming their pricks into them, crowding around and gang fucking them cruelly. With cocks constantly jammed into their mouths, the girls barely managed to scream and sob as the tears rolled down their cheeks, each priest coating her with thick, gloppy snake seed as he finished himself on the face or back or belly or chest of his

preferred victim. They were cruel lovers, and did not hesitate to yank or pull or spank or slap the girls to keep them sobbing and attentive.

“Suck harder, slut, or we'll feed you to Seti's Maw!” said one of the priests, his accent thick as his shaft as he pounded himself deep into Slutta's throat. Slutta, though she had tears in her eyes, remained defiant even as her lust for cock drove her to pleasure the male as though she did not hate him, as though he was not even a snake. Dorna, however, had long since given in and was a sobbing mass as man after man jammed himself into her holes and coated her face and chest with his seed.

“I must endure, I must find a way to escape!” thought Slutta, the bunny trying hard not to catch her incisors on the shaft she was sucking lest the priest yank her hard by the ears again. There seemed to be no end to this line of near-identical priests with nearidentical cocks, all of which were fucking the girls mercilessly, coating them with spray until they were both glazed like a dessert. “For myself, for Dorna, and for the kingdom of Fyor!”

***

"So how are your girls making out?" the snake's nose puffed smoke, his scaled lips gently pulling on a cigarette. Physically, Erfan Rahjani was the exact opposite of Gregory. He was a lithe, thin, tall reptile, with spindly limbs, a veteran of several fine Indian porn schools and a recent immigrant to the US. He and Gregory were pretty similar beyond that, however, and for this reason their collaboration had gone very smoothly thus far.

"Farina was crying earlier, but Brooke is so zonked out on goofballs I don't think she even knows or cares what happened. Last I saw, she was sucking on Olvays’s cock between hits of cocaine and

slurps of martini. Still, your boys may have played the scene a bit too rough."

Erfan laughed at this and took another long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the wind and letting it be carried away from the talking pair. "You said you wanted it rough, my boys were just following the script. If I recall correctly, your actors weren't quite as open-minded about this as you were. My boys were just making sure that everyone at Antipodes knew the feeling was mutual."

"There's something to be said for authentic hatred in a film, but I certainly hope your boys aren't going to do anything stupid. We've got a lot of shooting to do and very little time to make mistakes. I can trust you to keep your boys from doing anything stupid..."

"Oh you can count on it all right. And I bet we can count on your boys for a little bit of cinematic revenge..."

***

Farina was crying into Mason's shoulder, stopping from time to time to blow her nose into a tissue. She had gone through half a box at this point, and was still sobbing and wailing about how horrible the last shoot was.

“I thought I could take 'em, but they just kept coming and coming and coming and...I thought this was supposed to be fun!”

She gave her current tissue one last big honk before tossing it in the pile with the others. There was a wastebasket in there somewhere, but it had long since been buried in little pink powdery tissues. Mason patted Farina on the back and cooed quietly into her ear, soaking her up and cooling her down. Brooke, however, was sipping idly away at her martini, not really caring about Farina's upset state.

“I am NOT working with those assholes anymore!” said Brooke, gulping away at her drink. Olvays was feeling her up, but Brooke barely acknowledged him. She was so used to being groped that she only bothered to respond to it if she was in front of a camera. “They nearly split me in two! Did you see that jackoff who jammed it up my ass while that thick son of a bitch was pounding my cunt? Fuck, I need another drink.” Brooke gulped down the last of her martini and went into the kitchen to make another one. They still had plenty of gin, though the olives were running low, and she'd have to reuse the same glass. Still, gin and vermouth was all she needed right now, at least until she remembered where she hid that last little saltshaker of cocaine.

“You know, we really aught ta teach them snakes a lesson,” said Johnny, who was nursing a ludicrously oversized can of beer. He chugged the last of it and then crushed the can, tossing it over his shoulder. “We aught ta fuck those snakes like they fucked us.”

“Dude, I am not sticking my dick up any guy's shithole, even to get revenge,” said Rod.

“Rod, exactly howa thick are yah? I mean that snake bitch who played tha queen!” Johnny cracked open another beer and began chugging it, as if trying to emphasize his point and his manly determination. “She's totally in charge ovah theah, if ya didn't notice. That big skinny snake is just her puppet!”

“Shit, now that you mention it...I did see her chewing out the director a few times. Gregory doesn't take that shit from us, and that skinny dude never took any shit from the other porn stars I saw over there. God dammit, you're right, that snake bitch is in charge

over there.”

“And we get to gangbang her in the next scene. So I just want everyone's word that it's gonna be the biggest, most brutal gangbang you ever saw. Let's get revenge on that bitch!” Johnny's fake accent disappeared as he finished and crushed his current beer, and then hurled the empty can over to Olvays. “Are you with us?”

“You bet your ass!” said Olvays, who was now idly fingering Brooke from behind as she drank gin straight from the bottle. “How about you, Mason?”

“I didn't get where I am doin' revenge shit. Y'all can handle this yourselves, count me OUT of anything I might later regret.” Mason patted Farina on the shoulder a bit. “Besides, if I recall the plot correctly, I'm supposed to go rescue the girls and have them thank me for my efforts. So I'm not supposed to be in this scene anyway. Y'all do whatcha gon' do, an' leave me out of it!”

Olvays snorted, but he knew how upset Gregory would be if bad acting created any plot holes or logical inconsistencies. No sense pissing off one's meal ticket.

“It's settled, then. Me, Rod and Olvays are going to teach that scaly bitch a lesson she won't NEVER forget...”

***

Smotha, Lady of Scales, high queen priestess of the god Seti, was deeply engaged in her worship. Having anointed her sex with the proper oils, she was now preparing to descend onto the giant stone phallus of her god, the cool stone pressing firmly up against her cool, smooth sex. With a gasp she permitted her weight to force the

thick stone shaft into her, causing her to gasp and moan with pleasure. Reaching up, she grabbed the stone snake's outstretched hands and began to pull herself up and down, up and down, praying to

Seti as she went.

“Oh Seti, darkest and strongest of all the gods of Scale, grant me your blessing of seed, grant me the Orgasm of Visions!” pushing herself up and down, up and down, moving faster and faster and faster, she worked herself into a frenzy, pushing towards the sort of mind-blowing, vision-granting orgasm only her god could grant.

“Stop right there, heathen, or prepare to taste my blade!” Smotha turned around with a shocked look in her eyes at the three adventurers.

“How DARE you invade my private ceremonies! Guards, destroy these infidels!”

“No sense calling for your guards, you snake bitch, we've dealt with them already!” said Hunk, his sword outdrawn. “And now we're here to rescue Slutta and Dorna and get that ruby! But first, we're going to get you!”

“What? How DARE you! Take your hands off me! Guards! GUARDS!” Smotha tried to fight back their advances, but no guards came to help her, as those who had not been killed in battle had already cut and run, fearful of these mighty warriors. Even with their fourth member off in the dungeons rescuing captives, these men were too mighty and manly for the snakes that had dared to confront them.

“Time for you to taste the warm prick of a mammal, you scaled cunt!” said Snakebreaker. He shoved his long, thick shaft into Smotha's sex, causing her to cry out in agony.

“It's too hot! It's too warm! It's too long and thick!” protested Smotha. But the men were eager for their reward and revenge, and did not hear her protests.

“Let's see if the rumors about those long, thin snake tongues are true..,” said Shaftmaster, jamming his length roughly into Smotha's mouth. Much to his surprise, rather than muffled screams and bites from the snake's fangs, he felt a small, thin, eager little tongue whipping and slipping and slurping around the shaft, tickling and teasing it excellently. Had Shaftmaster not been so intensely angered by Smotha's treatment of Slutta and Dorna, he would have enjoyed himself tremendously.

“Fffffuckk...Bring that bitch over here!” said Hunk, who was by now rubbing himself furiously, wanting a turn. “I wanna bust open that sweet scaled ass of hers!” The other two men were only to happy to assist their friend, and they turned Smotha around, jamming her down hard onto his shaft, then spreading her legs wide as they began to bang and push and fuck her from both ends. Then, to complete the effect, Snakebreaker climbed up on the statue of Seti to jam his shaft down deep into her throat, moaning and groaning as he felt her tongue working him over.

The three warriors continued to fuck and push and pound and jam their lengths into her, taking their sweet revenge with Smotha's slick, smooth and delicate body. They pounded her, they fucked her, and they slid their shafts in and out of her, loving every minute of it. And from the noises that she was making, regardless of how hard they fucked, she seemed to love it. In fact, despite her protests,

they could swear that she was egging them on.

Just as they were finished, their mighty shafts coating the scaly snake slut with spunk, Kinte, Slutta and Dorna came in from the dungeon. The girls were coated in white, sticky cum, a result of the

mutual “thank you” they had just finished giving Kinte for rescuing them.

“It appears that the tables have turned, you shaft-worshiping slut!” said Slutta, pointing her sword at the snake where she lay on the floor, her long thin tongue still snaking out and slurping up bits of cum off her face. “I know a Ramosian whorehouse that'll make

what you put me through seem like heavy petting.”

Smotha let out a cry of woe, but the men crowded around Slutta and Dorna, slapping their backs and groping their breasts, happy to see their favorite female adventurers yet again. The girls immediately dropped to their knees and began slurping the messy snake spit and cum off the shafts, and then sucked them greedily. It was not long before the two girls, faces pressed together, were coated in sticky white by the four pumping, throbbing shafts in front of them. Truly, this adventure had been both great AND rewarding! Slutta held up the mystical ruby she had gone to so much trouble to retrieve, the little jewel splattered with semen from all the action she had just received, and smiled.

“May this jewel protect the queen Dorna and her kingdom for all eternity!”

***

Gregory and Erfan were both leaning back in their seats, the remains of their tremendous celebratory feast laid out before them. “The Adventures of Slutta the Babebarian” had only been out for a few weeks, and already both Soft Scales and Antipodes were having difficulty making enough VHS tapes to fulfill the orders. They still had a few film prints left, but as the theaters interested in having them were still trying to outbid one another, it seemed wise to wait until the price had maxed out before letting them have the celluloid

they so coveted.

“Here's to success!” said Gregory, gently clinking his glass of cola against Erfan's glass of tea. Between the two of them they had made ten trips to the buffet, though seven of those were to sate Gregory's boundless appetite. “Who knew that doing a little interspecies sex could drag so many perverts into the back of the adult bookstores?”

“Well, you had an inkling of how good it would be, considering that you came to me with the idea,” said Erfan, his tongue gently sliding down to taste the hot tea. “But I confess that it was my idea to cast my star Henna as the priestess. I think that people are buying the tapes just so see her, not Brooke. I hate to point that

out, but-”

“Ahh, fuck that coked-up bitch. She's getting harder and harder to work with every day. And now she keeps insisting she's going to quit. To be honest, I hope she's telling the truth. I am sick and tired of her and her cocaine. From here on in, I'm hiring actors that aren't hooked on anything but sex. Guys like Mason and Farina. I'm

thinking of doing another sword-and-sandal flick with them if you're interested.”

“Nah, porno was always going to be a stepping-stone for me, and now that I've got a big fat bank account from Babebarian, I'm going to start making some real films. Not saying I disliked collaborating on porno with you, I'm just saying that it's high time I made something I'm not afraid to show to my parents. I'm sure you understand...”

“Well, my parents are a little more understanding than yours seem to be, but I still get your meaning. So who's going to be taking

over Soft Scales?”

“Well, Henna has a lot of cash saved up from Babebarian, not to mention her past five films, and so she was going to buy it out from me. She'd need to take out a big loan and put her house up as collateral, but I think she could make enough money in a few years to pay that off and then some. Besides, I'm letting her have Soft Scales at a real fire-sale price, since I wanna get out and I know she'll

take good care of it.”

“So Henna, the girl who couldn't be outfucked even by three very angry porn stars mixed up on cocaine, will be in charge of her own studio. Shit, I've GOT to talk to her about more films.”

“Go ahead. She likes you, you know. Something about being able to pick the sort of men who can fuck her the way she wants to be fucked...”

“Well then I'll definitely have to talk to her. Brooke and her ilk are on the way out, it's time for me to get some new blood and some new business partners. The 80s aren't going to last forever, of course, so I need to change with the times if I want Antipodes to succeed into the next century...You don't happen to know anything about cold-weather stuff, do you? I've been thinking for years about maybe doing like a 'pole-to-pole' sort of fetish thing, where I have a polar bear and a penguin, or some other such nonsense.”

Erfan took another big sip of hot tea. “Not interested Us scalies like it hot, and we stay where the hot is. We're coldblooded, remember?”

“Well, you wouldn't think that considering how hot your porno is...” Gregory smiled. His film had been a success, his coked-up star was trying to quit and go straight, and he had a new business partner that liked the way he wanted to see women fucked. Things were going good for Antipodes, and it looked like the 90s were going to treat them very well indeed...