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The four sweating bunny slaves still ran behind my horse. They had no choice with their hands tightly bound by a thick rope, whose end was tied to my saddle. The bunnies struggled to keep up the pace. The horse didn't trot fast, but they were just small bunnies. It likely didn't help that we already rode for two days; well I rode, they ran. Nor did the arid climate, thirst, and hunger help their cause. But I really can't be bothered with feeding and watering them. They either make it or die, it's no difference to me. Those weak little things won't last a week in the Mine anyway. If they die now and here it probably would be better for them.

The flaccid cocks of the three naked males waved from left to right, and so did the huge tits of the female. They blushed and tried to look away, as they noticed me looking back at them. Almost dying from thirst and exhaustion but still aware and ashamed about their nudity. Bunnies are such pathetic creatures. They will be better off in the mines, freedom really is only meant for equines like me.

At the side of my horse jogged "Lioness." A male lion, but the name befits the gelding. Maybe not as puny as a bunny, but still quite a pitiful creation by the gods. It is written that the gods learned their craft by creating all the minor breeds before they finally forged the equines, the pinnacle of creation. I'm quite confident that they created bunnies before Lionkind.

The emasculated lion at my side lost his shame and dignity long ago. Broken and hopeless, he has served me well for many years now. At the time he got castrated, I had been unaware of the fact that lions lose their mane when you cut off their balls. A surprise that had filled me with great joy and gave him his most fitting name. Used to the trot of my horse, he, unlike the bunnies, easily kept up. I watched his naked sweating form for a while longer, if only because out here, in the arid hill-lands, isn't much else to look at. His stomach growled audibly; not a surprise I hadn't fed him since we left the city two days ago. He can eat when we arrive at the mines, they will have food he can digest. But I'm certainly not taking meat with me on a 2.5 day trip through a smoking hot desert.

Yeah, this trip; I shouldn't even be here in this gods-forsaken desert. It's not a nobles business to drag a bunch of puny slaves to the mines. But after a certain incident, my father, Lord Samothen, considered it appropriate that I disappear for a while from the big stage and assume courier tasks in some more remote areas of Rakania. Did it have to be the Western Arids, though? And why did I have to bother with a bunch of bunnies? I have a message of importance for the "Master of the Mines" Lord Neshen, and someone considered it a great idea, that I take those slaves with me, since I rode there anyways. All that hassle just because I fucked some cheetah slave, that unbeknownst to me was the favorite of Duke Vabar, and thus off limits. Some minor diplomatic incident that crushed my opportunities in the capital and subjected me to this desolate place.

We finally reached our destination for today. A small water hole just half a day away from the Mine. I stopped my horse and set hoof on the ground. Lioness knew what to do and immediately began to set up camp. I observed him while sitting under a big rock's shadow. The sand burned hot even through my leather trousers. Lioness' and the bunnies feet had to hurt quite a bit considering they ran barefooted the whole day. The rabbits had collapsed as soon as we halted. Trembling with exhaustion, they struggled to inhale air through their dried out lungs. The sun still burned upon them, since the length of the rope didn't allow them to search for cover.

Soon the bunnies noticed my intense look towards them. With pleading expressions, they looked at me, as I unstopped my waterskin. On all fours, with their mouths opened and greedily lusting for its contents, they eyed me as I began to drink. I couldn't suppress a small chuckle before starting to take a big gulp. With pleasure, I watched desperate bunny eyes got even bigger while their tongues hung out from their mouths. They wanted to drink so badly. It had to be soul-shattering to them, watching me pouring the remaining water over me to cool off myself. Two of the males had tears in their eyes while watching that. They were all shaking after their hopes for some water had got crushed once again. Bunnies are so pathetic.

In their desperation, the bunnies began to lick and suckle each other's faces and bodies. They tried to find some sate for their thirst by licking off each other's sweat. Quite an arousing sight to see four utterly nude bunnies degrading themselves to that degree, there is no denying of that. Hence why my cock soon signaled its presence by pushing angrily at the inside of my tight pants. Suddenly they stopped licking each other when they heard my horse pissing. All four bunnies quickly looked at each other before they rushed to the puddle of pee. Since their ropes were still connected to the saddle, nothing interrupted them to get there. Never before have my eyes witnessed such a pitiable spectacle. Their asses in the air and their faces dunked in the urine, they tried to slurp up as much as they could.

One of the bunnies asses directly faced me; quite a delicate view. The small tail couldn't hide any private details. His asshole as visible to me as the humongous ballsack that almost wholly hid his not so big cock. His ass shook lightly as he drank the disgusting fluid. Still, a way better refreshment than any bunny deserves. His balls delicately wobbled with the rabbit's body movements. His toes dug deep into the hot sand to keep him stable as he fought with the other three for that most precious liquid. The soles of his feet were strewn with little cuts and almost black from dirt. Sweat damped his upper legs and ass cheeks. While his rear faced me, I could see his head through his spread legs. Eagerly ripping his tongue through the wet sand to not even waste the littlest smidge of life spending moisture. The sight was as pitiful as it was arousing. They acted the way one would have expected from a bunny.

In the meantime, Lioness had almost finished setting up camp. He had erected the tent and has taken care of my horse. He just had begun to kindle a fire. Aside from using it for cooking my meal, it will provide warmth and light for the upcoming night. I still watched him when he started to prepare my vegetables. Looking at my horse, I saw the bunnies apathetically sit where they once slurped up my horse's pee. With a sigh, I got up. They had to be prepped for the night at some point, I'm better going to do it before dinner.

I approached one of the male bunnies, unbuckled his rope from my saddle and lead him to a nearby dead tree. After having sought out a sturdy branch, I threw the rope over it and pulled until the male's hands were forced up so far, that he had to stand on his tiptoes. Lastly, I bound the rope around the tree trunk and thus safely stored the bunny for the night. Thoughtfully I had searched out a tree branch with a far enough distance from the fire so that they won't get warmed by it. They certainly deserve to suffer the freezing cold desert night, after all, they slurped up horse pee. Why would creatures like that need any comfort? When looking at his balls, it made me recognize that this had to be the male I had watched so intently earlier. Seeing them close up, his balls admittedly looked even more enticing. My big hands petted and groped them. So fat; so full; so big; in fact, utterly unusual in size for a bunny. Each orb easily measured the size of an apple. Sure still much smaller than my own truly impressive balls, but nonetheless for such a tiny creature they were huge. The bunny's increasing twitching and whimpering didn't stop me from continuing to squeeze and grope.

With a second glance at his cock, it actually seemed quite a bit bigger than I thought. Obviously puny compared to the length of a horse, but still for such a small creature it surprised with its size. While there couldn't be actual statements made about the length, the girth most certainly impressed me. He certainly got way more meat than anticipated. Despite my continued attention to his balls, the flaccid penis didn't even twitch. Irritated and curious, I stopped tending to his balls and pulled back the male's foreskin. A loud sob was followed by a pathetic "Please no." My backhand into his face quickly silenced this impertinent creature. How did he dare to speak to me? He didn't stop sobbing, but otherwise stayed silent and simply looked shamefully down to the side. I refocused on his penis. Even after some extended attention, it refused to grow hard. Puny creatures! Having already wasted too much time with this one, I quit playing with him after a hard "goodbye-backhand-slap" into his worthless balls.

The second male quickly got tied beside his fellow slave. After quickly eyeing him up, his genital seemed to be much more of the size you'd expect from a bunny. Not a particularly exciting specimen. Even slapping his little balls didn't give me any real satisfaction nor did his yelps and whimpers. The procedure was repeated with the third male, an equally ordinary bunny, except that he didn't have the creme colored fur of the other two but instead a purely white one. Still mostly ignoring him I lastly tied up the female. An uninteresting sight as all females were. The lack of cock and balls made them just utterly boring.

Shortly after all bunnies were adequately stored for the night, Lioness' low submissive voice reached my ears: "Your meal is prepared, master." Right in time! While his cooking skills lacked a bit, it was still quite palatable. After finishing eating, the sun had already set, and darkness spread over the red desert sand. A last glance towards the bunnies assured that they were bound tight and proper. Then I entered the tent Lioness assembled earlier. He lied already on his side and used his hand to spread his asscheek, offering it for my cock to enter. He knew what I expected from him. After lying down behind him, I mercilessly thrust my cock into his inviting asshole. Only a single fast thrust to the hilt. His body shook, and tears ran down his cheeks like every night. As always, I rubbed with my hand the place where once his balls hung. A smooth hairless spot below his forever flaccid cock. It made him shiver even more, and his breath became hard and shallow. He hated it, despite how broken he was otherwise and I loved it.

I awoke with my still hard cock in Lioness' anus. With a hit on his backhead, I signaled him to get up and break camp. Presumably, to be finally relieved from my cock, he arose quite speedily. The sight of his widely gaping asshole never grew old. Lying on my back for a while longer, with my hands behind my head, I waited until my cock retracted into its sheath. Yet my horniness remained an issue I had to take care of before we resumed our journey. And I already knew what to do.

After finally leaving my tent, I eyed up the bunny with the enormous testicles. He is going to be my morning release. The thought alone caused my cock to rise back to its previous glory. The bunnies though looked even more pathetic than yesterday. They hung the way I left them, but now even more exhausted from a chilly night with, in all likelihood, no sleep. The bunnies still shook from the cold, the morning sun didn't yet have the strength to heat up the desert. They still lusted for the smallest bit of moisture, while their stomachs growled with hunger. I Ignored those irrelevancies and positioned myself behind the big balled slave. When my hard cock pushed at his tight virgin anus, he startled.

"Wait, nononono, please no! Not that!"

"Oh yes, exactly that! Be a good boy and shut up, maybe I'll even give you a reward!"

His begging quickly died down to a whimper while tears ran down his cheeks. That changed when I rammed my huge cock deep into him. Quickly and merciless as I tend to do with Lioness, but here with the difference that my tool met a virgin asshole. His loud screams of pain ruptured the silence of the void desert. It surprised that the half-dead-of-thirst-bunny could still manage to be that noisy. Ignoring it, I began to thrust fast and without mercy nor with any concern for his health. His tight anus involuntarily squeezed and spasmed around my length and consequently increased my pleasure. It had been a while since I penetrated a hole that tight. My arousal intensified even more as Lioness' entered my line of sight incidentally. His asshole, of which I had a good view from my place, still gaped and desperately tried to close shut. With a steady but fast pace, the bunny's asshole got destroyed by my large cock. More and more tears ran down his face, and his breath got shallower. Soon animalistic grunts and wheezes escaped his mouth while saliva dripped out of it. When I approached climax, my thrusts got slower but considerably harder. Every time I pushed in, his flaccid cock bounced upwards. By now the noises he emitted sounded just like an animalistic gurgling and spit flew out of his mouth every time I pushed in. Finally, my load flooded his ass. I kept thrusting while depositing my semen into him.

I waited a bit with my cock resting inside him to calm down from my climax. The bunny shook and whimpered with pain and presumably humiliation. My cock slowly retracted towards its sheath, and all too soon, I had to pull it out from my warm bunny sleeve. I untied the bunny and walked him to my horse to connect the rope to my saddle. Dazed and whimpering, he waddled awkwardly behind me with his legs far apart. My semen leaked out of his ass and seeped away into the sand. After attaching the rope to the saddle, but before fetching the next bunny, I had to give him his promised reward. After all, no one should call me a liar.

"Hey slave, ready for your reward?"

Not wasting any time I aimed at the bunny and let my morning pee shower over him. He reacted surprisingly quickly, considering how dazed he appeared seconds ago, and eagerly opened his mouth to receive my piss. Some kind of survival instinct perhaps? Surprising that those primitive creatures even have one. However, after done pissing, the next bunny was quickly fetched and bound to my saddle as well. But when about to go for the third one, I witnessed something so pathetic that yesterday's piss-slurping events seemed almost civilized. The big balled bunny apparently hadn't swallowed all of my pee but had kept some in his mouth and now mother-birded the urine into the other bunny's mouth. He held the other male's head steady with his hands, while slowly spiting pee into his maw. The other bunny eagerly swallowed it. Roaring with laughter, I had to hold my stomach. This was so ridiculous! Did he keep some more and will repeat the procedure with the next bunny? Let's find it out. He actually did, my laughter echoed again through the desert. Unsurprisingly he had saved some for the female too, as I bound her lastly. In the meantime, Lioness' had finished breaking camp and thus we were ready to go for the last part of the trip. It should be no more than half a day before we arrive at the mines, the Bunnies should be able to survive it, not that it matters. I signaled my horse to move.

The midday sun burned merciless down on me, as finally the entrance to the mining camp appeared at the horizon. Just a small black spot far away for now, but still only one or maybe two more hours until arrival. When finally at the gates, I saw the bunnies eyes widen with shock. Not a surprise considering what they were looking at.

On the outer side of the guard towers high up, to the left and right of the massive wooden gates, hung two huge elephants, utterly nude as any slave should be and usually is. Nails through their wrists and ankles kept them there in a spread-eagled position. Their feet got further supported by two small pieces of wood to stand on. The elephants were still alive. And apparently were kept alive, as I saw one of the elephants dunking his trunk into a bucket, of which he sucked out some water. However, what presumably shocked and worried the four bunnies more, was what hung between the elephants spread legs. A rope tightly bound around their testicles held the neck of a slave hanging between their legs. Those were definitely dead. A male Cheetah hung from the left Elephant's scrotum, while likely more distressing to them, a bunny like them hung from the balls of the Elephant to the right. The Elephants, as well as the dead slaves, had sore and scarred spots on their ankles and wrists showing where they had worn tight slave shackles, for likely many years or decades even. The bunnies will become theirs soon enough.

The door opened for us without any formalities. Not surprising, the door's purpose was to keep slaves inside and not to prevent folk from entering. The sour smell of sweat and worse welcomed us. Water is scarce and clearly not wasted to wash slaves, but boy that stench was breathtaking. The camp was huge. Many dozens of small and big wooden shacks and houses covered the large area before the actual entrance into the mountain. The whole area was a small city by itself, though a quite ugly one. It included taverns and even brothels. Far in the distance some cranes operated with the muscle power of elephants hoisted big rocks with ore from one lore into another. Hundreds of slaves worked outside, all nude, all dirty and most of them quite muscular due to the hard labor. In comparison, the number of equine guards appeared to be quite small. It made sense though besides that they had the whips and swords, we were in a hostile desert deep in Rakanian territory. Even if the slaves would manage to overthrow the guards and flee, they had to make it through a vast desert, and even if they would manage to survive that, they are in, for them, hostile territory, a thousand miles away from another kingdom.

A guard awaited us.

"I have an important message for Lord Neshen! Where can I find him, guard? Oh, and take care of those guys, you apparently were waiting for them."

"It was supposed to be 5 slaves or not?" The guard's disrespectful grumpy tone was unacceptable!

"I don't fancy it when a common talks in such a disrespectful tone to a noble! The one slave was fat and slow, so I left her behind. Maybe someone picks her up and brings her, or she is already dead, whatever. And I only ask one more time! Where can I find Lord Neshen?"

I'm as disrespectful as I please, your highborn! If you would be of any importance, you'd not be here delivering letters. And as long as you're not even capable of counting to five nor able to deliver the slaves in a usable condition you'll have to deal with my utter disrespect. So next time consider to fulfill your orders and bring all slaves alive and healthy! Those four are almost dead, it will take at least a week to bring them into working condition. However, Lord Neshen is in the big building down the street. Hard to miss, I suppose even you're going to find it."

"How do you dare to speak to me! This will have consequences for you!"

"Will it though? We are deep in the desert, a noble can disappear easily here and reappear as a slave with a cut-out tongue. Do you think someone asks if we have suddenly one slave more working deep down in the mines? You'd not even the only horse working there. So just maybe it's you who should fear the consequences, highborn. We have no time for those dumb posh noble games here."

This common is threatening me? This insolence, if he'd speak to me like this back home, he'd be chained in a dungeon cell already. "Hmpf, I have no time for your type!" with that I turned and went towards the building where supposedly Lord Neshen resided. I will bring this subordinate behavior up, he has to be punished. I barely listened when he shouted orders to feed the bunnies and get them ready for work.