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Cherno tried to make sense of it. Had she bitten him? His memory was still hazy, but he remembered the look on Mahiri's face when he met her that day for a typical hangout. There was something particularly intense, something extra feisty in her eyes. That alone wasn't unusual. He was used to seeing a wild side of her now and then, especially when she was in a mood. But one thing that was different from before - even at her most ferocious, she rarely set off his instincts. She was his friend and he trusted her, to the point that he could feel at ease even while she was growling and nibbling on him. Yet all that evening, he'd felt it. His heart working faster, his breath coming shorter, and his muscles tensing up and primed to sproing for it at a moment's notice - it was a deeply unsettling feeling, as if he was in real, mortal danger. And it all led up to that faintly remembered sensation of something poking him in the neck from behind before all went dark, and he found himself in his current predicament.

There was no other word for it. He was strung up like a piece of meat, with his wrists and ankles alike bound to a steel bar overhead, his back towards the floor. His vision was still swimming with smears and blurs, but eventually he managed to take stock of his surroundings. It looked like a garage, one converted into some sort of workshop. There were tools and various devices and uncertain machines all around, none of which he immediately recognized. But he didn't like the look of them. There was something distinctly unsettling about those half-finished creations sitting around, from the straps to the chains to the hooks. Something told him he didn't want to know what that was used for. All that mattered was getting out of there. The only thing that made sense to him in those moments was that he and his friend had been somehow kidnapped, and that meant Mahiri might have been in danger. A lean, girly deer like him was plenty flexible, but there wasn't much he could do when he was dangling there, bound and naked, with something cold and metal wrapped snug around his sheath. That simple cage remained firmly in place even as he squirmed about. He wasn't sure what they'd done with his clothes. He was just going to have to wiggle, and see what progress he could make.

Rattling his shackles proved surprisingly effective. He didn't even have to move much before his wrists slipped from that bar and left him with the brief sensation of plummeting before the ankle bindings caught him. He was left hanging upside down, his antlers not quite touching the concrete floor. That didn't do him much good. Worse was the sensation of something tugging to a breaking point, then snapping off while he fell. It was some kind of string, or cord, or something. The result was a loud metallic CLUNK and then something started whirring and grinding like a pair of rusty cogs. He couldn't turn his head enough to see what it might have been. In case he thought it was no big deal, he also heard the sound of a nearby mechanical clock start up at the same moment. Tick tick tick it went, introducing a sense of urgency for reasons he didn't fully understand. What was going to happen? What was he even supposed to do? What kind of game was this, where the stakes and the goal weren't even explained to him before starting? It didn't matter. Time was counting down to some unknown catastrophe.

He twisted back and forth a few times, but his ankle bindings proved much more securely in place than his wrists. They were still bound, too - which made his next task extra tricky. He had to fight down the feeling of blood rushing to his head and instead reach up towards his hooves in hopes of somehow managing to dislodge himself somehow. A few tugs and he found a solid chain keeping him in place. There was no untying those, nor breaking them through brute force. The ticking was getting faster. No doubt to tell him he was running out of time. He grit his teeth and suppressed a bleat while he fought with his bindings. Having his wrists locked together made it harder, but he thought if perhaps he undulated his whole body like a fish, he might be able to slide along the bar above and free himself, at least somewhat. Tickticktick went those rapidfire strikes of the clock, and the groaning of gears just got louder too. It all came to a finish with a sudden briiiiiing of an alarm clock going off somewhere near his head. He felt his stomach lurch, expecting the worst, but nothing came. The clock kept ringing, and he remained hanging there, looking at an inverted view of the garage, until a door opened, and a figure came clomping in.

By their silhouette, it wasn't anyone he knew. They were tall, broad, and plenty round too. The rest of the details were concealed by a long, red cloak and hood, along with some sort of metal gasmask. He couldn't make out a single detail through the red glass of the eyeholes. They wore heavy boots, gloves, and an all-concealing black outfit beneath the coat. It was all plenty intimidating, and so too was the figure who entered second. This one seemed more familiar. No one slinked quite like her, even if she was ostensibly hiding her identity behind a hood and bandana. Her curves were all concealed by some extra-tight, figure-hugging black leather, but he knew exactly who it was beneath the disguise. There was no mistaking those shiny green cat eyes. Not to mention - her spotty tail was sticking out, totally uncovered. Clearly she didn't care about hiding herself that much, unlike the other person. That just raised a whole lot more questions, but the first thing he thought to do was simply babble a little.

"Mahiri? What's going on? Why am I here? What did you do to me?"

"Aw, was I that obvious? I guess I better work on that."

The leatherclad leopardess swished over to him and went right ahead and stroked a hand down one of his naked hips. Her gloved hands felt almost uncomfortably warm. The cool garage couldn't keep out the sweltering air of the recent heat wave. It was enough to make a little sweat form on his forehead, especially basking in Mahiri's body heat. He couldn't imagine how it must have felt in those outfits. Her rumbles resonated through her form and into his, even from a slight distance. She was toying with him, he could tell. His adrenaline was still spiked from the false countdown, adding a harsh tone to his demand for answers.

"Tell me what's going on."

She took her time responding to him, speaking in a low, sultry voice.

"Oh, all this? I thought I'd give a friend of mine a little present. It's her birthday after all. And what do you think of him, Deadbolt?"

"He'll do, " came the modulated voice of the masked figure. There was no telling exactly who she was, though Cherno thought he detected a slight accent. "Shame about the trap. Guess that's what testing is for."

The unknown one came striding heavily forth, and in an instant Cherno was enveloped in her body heat. It was radiating from her. She squeezed him here and there, dispassionately, just sizing him up. A few gropes up his legs, one to each cheek of his ass, and up along his belly and hips too. He already felt like a piece of meat just hanging there, and that just made it worse. Finally, the masked figure looked up at Mahiri and shrugged, speaking of him as she might have sized up a working animal for purchase.

"Alright, yeah. Like the colour. Soft fur. Pretty hair. Trim around the middle, but he's got meat on his thighs and ass. Seems like there's some muscle beneath the girliness too. Can probably take a pounding. Let's find out."

Cherno didn't quite get a perfect look at what was happening, but he could hear them unzipping. That came accompanied by a waft of sweaty musk as the ladies let their dicks out. He got the idea. And when he got his hanging post adjusted to be at crotch level with his captors, he knew what was coming. A fighty part of him wanted to bite at that big fat dick right in front of his face, but the flighty deerish side won out. He didn't dare defy a total stranger who had so much power over him. Who knew what she could have done to him if he disobeyed. So didn't do much of anything when she snatched him by the head, dug her thumbs into the back of his skull, and introduced him nose-first to the fattest pair of balls he'd ever seen. He only managed a brief glimpse of them, and their black and white speckled hide before he found himself smothered right between them to soak in all the sweat that had accumulated there. Suddenly, the reality of the situation didn't seem quite so dire. A heavy, heady scent worked deeply into his senses and thoughts alike, slowly blurring things and easing the panic running through his mind and muscles. He found himself sniffing the nuts of his captor before he even learned her name, drinking in the excess perspiration while she rubbed her sack all over his face.

It was a funny angle for a teabagging but she made the most of it, piledriving her balls right down on his face while she shoved at his head and tugged on his antlers. He was utterly trapped, nose immersed in the heat of her taint while a deep, damp musk filled his lungs and senses. It was enough to make him drool at such a succulent application of hot lady musk. The masked figure had something richly masculine about her scent, but there was still something sweet and sultry about the aroma dancing through his senses. It reminded him of a rainy night as much as it made him think about plump, sweaty balls. He breathed her a little longer and eventually he found himself licking. She didn't have to urge him along for that. A slow swipe of his tongue all along that sweaty skin, and then another, a little firmer, a little more eager. He drank the salty essence right off the hide of the total stranger. That was what Mahiri wanted him to do, right? She seemed to approve, judging by the way she soon rubbed her dick on the back of his head, helping to sandwich the deer between his two captors, and adding an extra spice of feline musk to the rich concoction blanking out all sense left in his mind. It wasn't long before he hit the limit of that device around his sheath, and his cock stopped short against the cold metal cage, unable to grow any bigger no matter how horny he got.

"You didn't tell me he was a musk-slut," the masked one teased.

"Give him something nice to lick and he's all yours." He could hear the grin in Mahiri's voice. "Get him down and I'll show you."

"Not done with him yet," came the mildly annoyed snort of the figure. Maybe that was a hint at who she was, but Cherno wasn't even thinking about that anymore.

Instead, he was a willing slave to that sweat-streaked dick, giving sloppy strokes along the plump meat of the mysterious stranger. He licked her cock from base to top, dragging the excess foreskin up over the plump head in the process. A glob of pre spurted onto his chest in the process, trickling down to his throat and chin. He could feel that potent musk getting into his fur. He was a pristine girly buck before they found him, but he was going to smell like dick and sweat by the time they were done. He slobbered on that big fat dick, marvelling at the sheer size of that uncut meat, before working back down to her balls. They were truly a wonder, almost impossibly huge, and he could feel the taut, tense pressure working up in them while he slathered his tongue along the surface of those titanic tanks just to feel them twitch and churn. He didn't get as far as sucking that dick before the captor moved away, her shaft glistening with deer drool after such a generous worship session. He hardly even knew what he was doing. Maybe they'd drugged him a little to get his libido up. That was the excuse he decided he was going with to explain why he was still throbbing away at two inches inside that unforgiving cage, pushing pre against the metal that kept his azure cock confined while they toyed with him.

The haze broke slightly when he found himself wildly swinging back and forth as the stranger shoved that device over to the side. She operated a series of levers on a custom-made control panel and lowered him down to a hard, unpadded table. He wasn't there long before he found himself attached to two magnets, wrists and ankles alike. It was a clever way to create a hands-off stretching device, and she adjusted it until he was pulled taut and tall, belly trim, ribs exposed to their whims. Then she adjusted it just a tiny bit more to make him whimper until Mahiri tsked her lips behind her mask.

"Now now. Don't break your toys, girl. I know you wanna, but let's have some fun first. Let me show you just what a good boy he is."

The figure snorted again but laid off the controls. Cherno was still stretched just a little past his limit, finding it slightly hard to breathe, but he could manage. He was going to have to, because Mahiri showed him no mercy. She was still completely covered up in that stifling outfit of black leather. He couldn't blame her. The way it hugged her juicy figure so perfectly was absolutely gorgeous. Especially around the curves, like her thighs, her ass, her tits. Given he'd been kidnapped into such a situation, he felt staring was completely fair. It would have felt incredible just to press against that shiny body of hers, outfit and all. She must have known exactly what he was thinking as she climbed right over top of him and laid her form across his own like a blanket. That was enough to really make him sweat. She used him like a sponge for all the heat she'd absorbed, purring as she rubbed her bare dick against his belly, or teased the tip down against his balls just beneath his own helplessly trapped cock. That only lasted a few minutes. She moved quicker than he could blink to whirl herself around and kneel on his antlers, poised above his muzzle while he remained stretched out and completely helpless. He got a good look at the eclipse of her ass coming down on him, all wrapped snug in leather, with a perfectly outline crevice for him to slip his muzzle into while she made a seat of his face.

"There you go, Chairno. Really dig your tongue in, now. Eat my ass right through the leather and we'll be sure to treat you extra nice."

"Speak for yourself," the stranger insisted.

The slight squeak of leather came with Mahiri completely smothering that buck in shiny butt. She nestled down and immersed him in heat while she lifted her tail high and nestled in just to make sure he was shoved up between those plump cheeks as firmly as could be. Her pants hugged her curves so tightly he felt the details right through them as she rubbed his nose from her taint to her tailbase. Once settled in, she didn't move. He should have expected she'd be merciless about sitting on him. This wasn't a playful smoosh, it was a smother, one he was expected to earn his way out of. That much was obvious by the encouraging rowlll she let roll across her tongue, pressing down just a little more firmly in the process. He was just going to have to serve her if he ever wanted to breathe again. To his captors it might have looked like he broke and obeyed in a matter of seconds, but he knew each moment wasted made it more likely he'd pass right out beneath the blazing hot cat.

A slow swipe of a blue deer tongue right up against the taut hole of Mahiri's ass really made her feel it, even with the layers of sweltering clothing in the way. Her response was a pleased little rumble and a slow rock of her hips to rub that shiny texture right against the buck's lips and tongue alike. The heat was enough to make him absolutely drenched after just a short time down there beneath the feisty cat while she rode his face numb. She couldn't help but bump and grind while she got that leathery rimjob. He did his best to pleasure her even with her clothes in the way, and he could hear her pleasure spilling from her lips in sultry snarls that grew more intense the longer he worked at it. He couldn't cling to her hips for better purchase, so he was just going to have to slurp as swiftly as he could, pressing in hard against that tightly-outlined hole until he brought those deep snarls to a peak of a yowl. The leopardess bucked back in his face with a spank of leathery rump against his lips, and finally let him up after at least a full minute of completely breathless ass worship. The wheezy gasp that escaped him was just enough to keep him from fainting while she wrestled with those hip-hugging bottoms until she could pull them down and reveal that spotty booty to his wavy vision.

That fine leopard tended to smell sweet, spicy, enticingly fragrant, but it was rare she was ever outright musky. Coated in sweat as she was, she soon doused him in a rich bath of feline warmth that flooded his senses with stupefying pleasure. She was ever so feminine and curvy, but there was something richly masculine about the heat he sucked down with every gasp for breath he gave beneath her bare rump as she settled down on his face once more. This time he got to feel her sweat-streaked fur soak his face while he got his muzzle wedged right up against her rim once more. Before he could start servicing her once more, he felt a sudden spark of pain when she snatched him by the hair and gave him a harsh tug. That forced him so firmly against her asshole he almost got his nose shoved right inside, and all the while she rolled her hips in a smooth thrusting motion that kept her scent grinding into his nostrils again and again. But he could always have more. She insisted.

"Take a nice deep sniff, you bleaty throne," she teased. "Fill your lungs with hot cat."

Even if she was being playful, there was a harshness to her tone that was outright intimidating. A rumbled threat beneath every syllable was like an unspoken threat. He was just going to have to give her the best huff she ever got. With a long sigh of feline heat into his nose, he swallowed her scent until he could feel his chest burning. Only then did he gasp out, and go for a second round. Another good huff of that leopard butt told her just how obedient he was. There was no need to get the claws out. Though it wasn't enough for her to free him from beneath her. He was just going to have to lick his way out. There was so much sweat accumulated between her cheeks that he never ran out of it, no matter how much he slurped. She gripped him by the hair and kept him immersed there in the stifling heat beneath her tail, bathing in her free-flowing perspiration, worshipping her from taint to tailbase until she simply couldn't help but squirm her way to a fang-bearing climax with just a few strokes of her own cock. Wiggling all over his tongue made for some delightful final grinds before her fluffy nuts went taut against Cherno's chin and she blew a load all over his stretched-out, naked body.

For all the heat in that humid garage, the warmth of all that leopard cum splashing over his body might have been unbearable if it didn't feel so good. He got himself plastered in a silky smooth dose of feline cream that soaked him from his hooves to his chest. The only part of him that wasn't soaked in the scent of leopard seed was his face - but he wore her perspiration like a mask by then. Just to make sure he was absolutely hers for a good long while, she planted her hands down on his chest and massaged him all the way down to his hips, kneading that spunk into his fur to ensure he smelled unmistakably of cat, marked and owned like a pet. She finally clamoured off of him, but not without a few firm grinds against his muzzle first just to make sure he knew who owned him now. Or at least that was how it felt, as he steamed in her musk, in that rich leopard perfume that laid claim to his overheated form with every moment it clung to his splattered hide.

He panted for a while, staring up at the ceiling. It was too hot for a nap, but he needed a moment to recover, at least. He knew he wasn't done. Not with that mysterious stranger hefting her gigantic nuts in one hand, and manipulating those nearby switches with the other. She didn't give him any warning before that table tipped violently forward and his magnetic shackles shifted to plant him right down on his knees before his unknown captor. She'd been watching with some degree of patience the whole time, and by then she was bottomless, still masked, still cloaked, but with her hooves on display and her dick thumping with apparent need and urgency. And she was even sweatier than Mahiri, making the air hazy with her mere presence, dripping as she approached Cherno and swallowed him into an aura of potent barnyard musk he couldn't quite identify.

"So he can eat some ass. That doesn't mean much. Let's see what he can really handle," the stranger growled through her mask.

"Just try not to break him before we get to the real fun," Mahiri fussed, though she didn't sound too concerned.

She only had half an eye on the two of them as she struggled her way out of her outfit. There was no need to hide anything anymore. She peeled those sweaty garments off her spots and gave herself a little rubdown that did little to help with the perspiration situation. The stranger wasn't faring any better, but she remained stubborn, still masked, still partly concealed. He was starting to think he knew who she was, but that hardly seemed possible. The only other person with a black-and-white pattern like that was a soft-spoken, seemingly shy individual who definitely didn't facefuck bound captives in her mechanical sex dungeon. Or so he thought. His musing on how unlikely it seemed didn't do much to stop her from getting his antlers snatched so hard he was worried they might come off. He knew what she expected him to do, but he wasn't sure just how well he was going to be able to actually do it. Kneeling there, considering that fat, excessively uncut dick all coated in sweat and dripping a thick, lewd strand of pre-jizz, he was just going to have to figure something out. His captor wasn't going to wait. But she did have a solution for his hesitance.

He felt her gloved fingers digging into his mouth when she bent down to grab him by the muzzle like a misbehaving pet. The urge to bite was one he quickly suppressed. He didn't dare. There was something so threatening about that masked one's aura, and not just the stifling cloud of eye-watering musk that came with her excessively sweaty state. She forced something into his jaws that opened up once past his lips to keep his jaw ajar for her to enter. He couldn't spit it out if he tried. It muffled all those attempts at communication he hadn't been bothering to make anyway, and left him drooling, unable to fully swallow properly. That was the perfect opening for her juicy dick, and soon he found himself getting his throat forcefully penetrated as that masked beast jammed her cock straight down his gullet to let him twitch and convulse on it a little bit. She could have choked him right out with that sudden application of force, but he adjusted to it, gasped around it, and tried not to gag at its sheer girth. The taste was as rich as the stranger's scent, enough so he had to close his eyes to keep them from watering so much. Glurk went the bound buck's throat while the one Mahiri called Deadbolt fucked his face like she might a sleeve, more or less masturbating herself with him. His whole head got yanked back and forth by his handlebar antlers so she could drive deeper and deeper straight down into his gaping mouth.

The sounds of such were as concerning as they were sensual, the gurgle and glurk of him struggling to swallow going along with some muffled bleats and the occasional choke or cough. He hmmmfed when he needed air and he gasped for it when she pulled back, but she didn't give him long. Her pace was one of piledriving thrusts, straight down as if driving a stake into a railroad. It should have shattered such a lean deer, especially while he was still strapped to an inverted table and stretched out as if on a torture rack. But he'd show her. Whoever she was. Mahiri moved in while that sloppy slamfuck splattered on, but not to assist Cherno. Instead, she just gently pulled down the hood of her partner in sins against deer kind and helped to unmask that sweltering stranger and reveal the truth at last. There was no need for secrecy. They'd done their bit, and done well to spook the poor buck in the process. Cherno didn't see a thing while Mahiri helped disrobe that mid-fuck brute, but he might have recognized the speckled face beneath the mask by the snout. That thick, heavyset pig had always been elusive, but he always thought it was because she was shy. Not because she had secrets quite like that garage. Finally breathing fresh air again - such as it was with two glistening ladies soaking their surroundings in the excess sweat and scent alike. Rich, refined cat musk mixed well with heavy, humid pig, ensuring Cherno's senses were all but numb from inhaling it between shivering swallows of Anna's fat dick. His throat was the pig's sleeve, fucked so deep he could feel those juicy cumtanks smacking him on the chin and chest alike, adding an extra sheen to his cum-marked fur.

"There you go. Don't worry. We'll do the whole game together another time. This is just for fun," Mahiri assured the pig.

"Maybe I'll just finish him off like this," came Anna's grim grunt amid the rhythmic plaps to her gurgling cock-sheath. The leopard patted her on the back at that.

"Oh don't do that. You won't believe how good that tight buck-boy ass feels around your dick. Just imagine yourself nestled right beneath that cute little tail ..."

The pig gave a snort, and then a particularly hard slam downwards as if to make a point. Cherno could only half feel her thrusts by then, but he felt that one. It drove home, stuck down deep in his bulging throat and beyond. Oh god, was she outright fucking his belly at that point? Maybe not quite, but it felt close enough. Then there came that twitch, that rigid flex of solid pig dick deep down in his body that left him guzzling precum before she even blew her load. He felt her enormous balls going tight against his chin and chest alike, felt those flexes working towards the big release. With his eyes shut tight, he rode on pure sensation and instinct alike, doing his best not to choke or drown while the big pig's cock trembled between his unclosable lips. Anna gave him a long grunt, a few good snorts, but she never outright squealed. Instead, she gave him a guttural rumble as she bellowed out her bliss and blew her big fat load straight into his belly with such force it splashed up out of his mouth on the first thick splurt. Paste-thick pig jizz overwhelmed him with the burdensome weight of everything she had all pent up in her oversized cumtanks. She smacked him with them a few more times while she made him her condom, sending an overflow straight up his throat to squirt from his mouth and nose alike. That still didn't stop her. She fucked the little cum-fountain of a deer with a splash of every stroke, every shot deep down into the creamed up mess that he'd become, painting him with whatever he couldn't hold, adding to the rich mark upon his fur. Now he belonged to both of them.

She wasn't even done by the time she wrenched that pulsing cock out of his gullet. It took both hands to steady such a cannon, and that was where she stood, stroking the skin back and forth to help massage out those last few shots right in Cherno's face. Or at least he assumed as much. Surely she couldn't keep going after pumping what felt like a full gallon into his gut and the rest all over him. He sputtered as best he could with his mouth propped open, gave his head a shake, and simply endured that continuous gush of hot jizz right over his features. She completely soaked him, marked him down until he was drenched, his hair hanging down thick and heavy with the musk-laden load. Even when she let her dick go and allowed it to flop down slightly, it still gave a few orgasmic twitches, going and going, leaking a few watery shots only to give a full burst of cum again. Anna eventually snorted impatiently at her own climax, giving her cock a few light smacks as if to tell it to calm down already. She gritted her teeth and stepped aside, but not before wiping off his cum-smeared dick on Cherno's shoulder. It was the only part of him she could find that wasn't already completely soaked to the skin in hot cum.

"Nnngh. Fuck. Can't stop getting off ... that ass better be good," the pig complained. It wasn't clear who'd reap the consequences if Cherno somehow failed to satisfy, but Mahiri wasn't to be discouraged.

"He always drains me dry," the cat said with a grin. "Sweet, fuckable doe-meat. Let's get him up. I want his mouth."

All he could do was kneel there and marinate in pure musk while the two ladies regrouped. There was no escape from his bindings. Anna hadn't even bothered to remove the jaw clamp keeping his mouth gaped, so he drooled long strands of cum all over himself. As if he could get any messier. His belly sloshed even at rest, just trying to deal with that much cum at once. Anna trailed cream to where she stood at the controls once more. A button made the table fold up and retract in the floor - a fancy mechanism that Cherno was in no state to fully appreciate. The magnetic clamps released at last, and left him slumping forward onto his hands. Aside from his wrists and ankles being bound, he was relatively free. He could have attempted to get away, but all he could do was cough and choke up the excess cum Anna left lodged in his throat. The sensation of drowning was a brief one, at least. He eventually cleared his airways well enough to wheeze his way back to life, listening to the drip of cum and sweat alike pattern on the comparatively cold concrete below him. He remained passive as the cat and pig alike attached something to his shackles and gave it a few tugs. All it took was a mechanical whirr and up he went, dragged off the floor and suspended by his outstretched limbs. It was a good thing he was so flexible, with his arms pulled straight back and his legs bent until his hooves nearly touched his butt. He was even more vulnerable than before, and they surrounded him like a pack to take full advantage of his position.

"You won't be needing this," Mahiri cooed as she removed that jaw-spreader and let him sputter briefly. "I know you'll start sucking once you get a good taste of this dick you love."

She said it with full admiration for his abilities rather than any sort of degradation. Showing affection seemed a twisted gesture given the circumstances, but he appreciated it nonetheless. With a few desperate gasps, he tried to get some words out before it was too late.

"M-Mahiri, give me a minute, I don't know if I can ..."

"Shh shh." She planted a finger on his lips that silenced him as if she'd cast a spell. "You don't know your own limits. I do. And I know you won't break until we want you to. Now be a good deer and lick us clean for a while."

A jab of her shiny black cock against his cheek had her rubbing even more of her scent into his fur, as if to compete with Anna's own mark. The pig was right there with her in a moment once she ensured everything was secure. He ended up dangling there at crotch level while they rubbed their cocks all over him, using him like a damp towel. He was about as effective as one for getting their dicks dry, but that didn't dissuade them. They stayed right where they were, alternatively tugging on his hair or antlers until he started licking. There was a lot of surface area to cover, especially trying to clean the sheen of sweat and splattered jizz from Anna's giant sack. He worked there a while while she rubbed against his nose, then swapped over to the leopard's balls for a good slurp as well. She purred while he worked her to the point he could feel it vibrating against his tongue. Then up he went, swiping under that cock, keeping it nice and wet with fresh spit, swiping across the tip to get a taste of pre. A few smooches to Anna's dick made for a splurch of pre as thick as cum right onto his tongue - or maybe it was. She wasn't even done cumming before she was horny again. His gut sagged down from where he swayed from his shackles in the complete absence of breeze, jostling as they slapped him about with two thick lady cocks until his cheeks stung a little. Yet for as rough as they were with him, it didn't make him feel any better when Anna clomped away. It didn't take long before he felt her hands greedily clutching his hips from behind, leaving the leopardess to push the tip of her dick against his lips for a smooch.

"Suck me nice and hard and I'll make sure she's not too rough with you," she promised.

He somehow doubted there was any way to stop Anna once she got started. A prod of that broad dick against his backdoor was about all the warning he got. She ensured she stayed well-lubed, actively spurting more mess to lube him up with, but she didn't even grant him the mercy of a finger before she started shoving inside. Any attempted bleats got succinctly muffled by the leopard dick he found himself sucking. Mahiri was totally right. As soon as he had that shiny cock in his mouth, his reaction was automatic. Pursing his lips, sliding his tongue back and forth, and massaging every inch she gave him was all he could think about. It kept him from whimpering as he got stretched by that bitch-breaker of a cock, all stuffed full of pig dick while his short tail wiggled in quiet desperation. Anna was determined. She drove deep inside him with a sudden thrust that left him tense, only to relax around those first few inches. She was nice and slick by then, and his ample booty accommodated her while she sunk inside with a few snorty grunts and huffs. He could feel her hot breath on his curved spine while he got a feline dick down the throat. Mahiri couldn't hope to be nearly as brutal as the pig herself, but she simply couldn't resist those handlebars, curling her fingers around his antlers to keep him bobbing back and forth at a steady sucking rhythm while he let his lips and tongue glide along that night-black spire of feline lust, drinking down every rich drop she granted him as reward for his endurance.

Getting bent in two like that couldn't have been good for his back. He had to hope those bindings would hold fast lest he clatter painfully to the floor below. His cock strained slightly against the device that kept it confined while Anna hammered him a few times with thrusts that used the top half of her mighty dick. It held fast, resisting his pulsing arousal, keeping him at nothing more than a cute little two inches of blue deer cock. A little trail of precum even leaked between the links in the cage while Anna sheathed herself in his butt, smacking him around in the process. A few good spanks didn't exactly make him relax, but that didn't stop her from pushing deeper, harder, loosening him up with a few fuck-thrusts before just going back to shoving again. She wanted as much of him as she could take. Bottoming out inside him seemed like a dangerous prospect right up until he felt the slap of those fat nuts against his backside.

God, they were almost as big as his cheeks. They made for such a smack when she started humping him, buried deep, completely stuffed inside him with the outline of her uncut dick pressing out on his belly even with the bloating load of cum inside. How was he supposed to hold anymore after she'd already firehosed his throat like that? The same went for Mahiri. She knew he was full, right? She fucked smoothly back and forth, her hips rolling in precise, elegant motions in contrast to the pig's brutal buttfucking. Either way, he ended up squished and sandwiched between two lusty women who didn't let him stop for even a moment. He was their mutual fucktoy, soaking him in their mutual musk, pouring their sweat upon his back, and making him tingle in such ways that only came with getting used like he was little more than an object for them to enjoy.

"I think I'm gonna make this little buckbitch cum," Anna grumbled, adding a slight chuckle. It was the most pleasant Cherno had heard her be. "Somebody likes that pig dick. Squeezing on it like he never wants to let go. Maybe I'll just keep fucking him until he blacks out."

"He can take a lot. Trust me," Mahiri assured, and added a deep rumble to her voice as she went on. "Isn't that right, Cherno? You'd suck my cock all day if I told you to. Being a good little sleeve is your purpose."

His best attempt at a response was a moany mmf while he guzzled down her precum. The pig spurted in him at almost every thrust. He had no idea if that was the real thing or if she was just preing, but either way he felt himself getting fuller, sloshing heavier, belly sagging, stretching, swaying with those spine-jostling smacks of pig nuts against his butt. He was numb from the constant spanking, but the pounding didn't seem to bother Anna any. Her nuts were tough, like the rest of her. She leaned down over him a little while she snorted more heavily, rapidly, bellowing up some pig sounds until she just latched onto his shoulder and muffled herself by giving him a harsh bite. It wasn't quite the sharp-fanged mating bite Mahiri tended to give him while she bottomed out in his butt. More or a blunt, painful chomp that was more likely to make him squeal than it was her. She held on tight while she went all rigid inside of him, but before she could make a condom out of his well-bound, wriggling form he just couldn't hold on any longer. A little undulation around her cock, a rapid series of flexes, and he blew for her, chastity be damned. That little cock-trap couldn't keep his climax confined, not when he was getting absolutely drilled by a plump, sweaty pig with a mind-shaking dick.

"Ah, fuck ... take that pig dick, slutbuck ..." the pig seemed to snarl, as if taking a page out of the leopard's book.

His little spurt on the floor was comparatively pathetic to the belly-bloating load getting creamed beneath his tail, but all that mattered was the soothing, satisfying release. There was a little blank spot in his memory of the recent moments that might have been him passing out for just a few seconds. Suddenly, he found himself aware of swallowing down Mahiri's cum while she buried herself in his throat and rowled her relief into the air. Anna spared his belly after the first few massive splorts and instead made a canvas of his back until he felt he was more cum than deer. A great, taut, pregnant-looking belly, the taste of leopard cock on his tongue, the warmth of it rushing down his throat and then hitting him in the face when she too pulled out - he bathed in it a while, knowing he might never reach such a broken state again. The buck dumbly drooled for his new mistresses, no longer questioning what they were doing to him, no longer fearing for his safety. Turned out he just needed it all along, no matter how rough they were with him. But they were going to eventually let him down from there, right? His arms were getting sore after being suspended for so very long. Thankfully, he only stewed in their rich mark for a little longer before they started getting him down, working together to keep from dropping him on the floor. It was surprisingly generous of them.

"Unngh. Alright. You were right. Squeezy little bitch felt good on my dick," Anna gruffly admitted.

"You see? You just don't find my cute boys built quite so fuckable as him." Mahiri beamed with pride, as if she was somehow responsible for how satisfying he'd been for them both.

Anna wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Her hair was a mess by then, and her whole body glistened. Her cock still gave a few spurts, standing up perfectly tall despite her ignoring it. She let those arcs of jizz splash down onto Cherno's prone frame as he lay all stretched out and drooling cum from both ends. The pressure on his belly got slowly relieved as he emptied out some of the excess cream from his gaped hole. It wasn't enough to flatten out his middle, left bloated and pregnant-looking after a good hot rut with the sweaty pig. She let him rest for all of thirty seconds, tops. That was when she reached down and snatched him by the antlers again. This time, it wasn't for facefucking purposes. Instead, she took him by the antlers and planted a hoof on the back of his head. The position was concerning enough that he couldn't help but give a nervous yelp, but somehow she refrained from doing anything especially brutal.

"Yeaaah. Sure. But hurry up and bring me that, will you? Time to get this meat less pointy."

He couldn't tell what that might have been, but the leopard seemed to know what Anna meant. Something made a scrapey noise as she picked it up and returned. Then the leopard helped hold him down, clutching his pretty antlers. They'd grown out to several elegant points by then, one of his most impressive sets for sure. A fine prize, and one they wanted for themselves. He heard sawing, but he didn't feel a thing - they were totally without sensation of course, so even harshly removing them while they stepped on him and kept him pinned was anything but painful. Just humiliating. His cock was still stuck in chastity, and eventually they took off that pretty crown that made him clearly a buck, leaving him looking that much more doelike by the time they stepped off of him. He heard Anna heavily lick her chops - it was that loud and wet of a gesture - and felt himself being handled once again, yanked up, made to stand. That proved all but impossible. His legs felt like sticks beneath him, liable to collapse under the slightest weight. His hooves couldn't find purchase on the sex-slick floor. Mahiri eventually just clutched him under the arms to keep him up, with her dick pressed right against the small of his back while the pig considered him with a look he simply knew.

His idea of a protest was to briefly bleat before he got a good view at the roof of Anna's mouth and her outstretched tongue. She could really stretch those jaws. Clearly she'd done this kind of thing before. Cherno got all caught up in the headlights of his own doom while that shiny pig maw closed in on him. Then it all went dark as she caught him in a blunt chomp that enveloped him down to the throat all in a single go. Long locks of his sodden hair stuck out from her jaws while she started stuffing him towards her throat. She gobbled and feasted in true hoggish fashion, and meanwhile Mahiri held him aloft like an offering to her hunger. He could already hear her gut rumbling. It echoed all the way up her throat as he found himself caught up in the slobbery embrace of that tightly constricting tunnel. The kneading grasp of peristalsis was firm, damning, dooming him to a fate of sliding down that slick throat and bulging out beneath Anna's black and white hide while she ate him whole. Guess that pig's omnivorous diet included live, struggling deer.

The constant rumbling of the leopardess behind him, not to mention her humping at him with a still-engorged cock told him she wasn't going to rescue him. It wasn't a joke, wasn't a kink thing to swallow a little of him and then spit him out. Anna's belly grumbled as much as she did, noisily churning for Chernos while he got dragged down into a place even more sweltering than the outside of the pig. He choked on the sheer heat and had to shut his eyes to keep them from burning on the way down. It already felt like he was being cooked. As much as his body wanted to just slump and accept it, he was a deer. Generations of flightiness was hard-coded into his genes, and he started kicking wildly enough that Mahiri had to snatch him by the legs and overpower him. God, she was strong. He didn't know she had that much muscle in her soft frame. A good grip on his thighs and she kept his legs utterly still, squeezing so tightly it made him slightly numb below where she held him. A few shoves from her ensured he slipped smoothly over Anna's tongue, getting plastered in her spit while he dived down towards her chubby middle. She was little more than plump by default, but she was going to be fat after eating a whole person. That didn't seem to slow her from her gnawing, gulping, shaking process of feasting on that well-fucked deer, squeezing the cum right out of him while she chewed her way across his round belly on the way down towards his hooves.

A tip of her head, and she started shaking him down like an alligator. She didn't need Mahiri's help anymore. The leopard stood by, slowly stroking her cock as she watched her deer friend getting eaten alive by the pig. Anna stopped for nothing. Savouring him didn't even cross her mind. It was a mad struggle to get him down as fast as possible, shoving at his hooves when he stopped briefly in her throat. Her hunger gurgled up so intensely that he found himself getting soaked in juices before he even touched the bottom of her belly. Slipping into that digestive chamber meant confronting oven-like heat that blazed over his face as he made the wet dive down into the bottom of her juices. They tingled on contact. There was no build-up time. A solid outline of a curvy buck showed beneath her pudge, until she gave one more hard gulp to drag his outstretched hooves into her mouth and down her throat in a single motion. The shape of the buck descended and vanished into her middle, curled up and stuffed into a tight, crushing chamber, assaulted by caustic air, itched and irritated from all sides by those impossibly potent acids. Wasn't it supposed to take a while before he felt anything?

His greeting was an especially hungry gworgle that roared like thunder in his ears. He curled up tight and hugged his knees, trying to guard himself from the roiling fluids, but that didn't keep him from getting thoroughly soaked all over. When he pushed out on the walls to try to get some breathing room, he felt a hand touch his own. It wasn't even Anna's. She hefted beneath his form to jostle him up and down a few times and work up a wet belch that echoed in the heated dungeon while the leopard stroked the outline of that squirming prey. He could still feel those rumbles through the pig's pudge, but he couldn't hear them anymore. Part of him wanted to call to her, to beg her for mercy, but she wouldn't have heard him anyway, even if she did still care. By the way she pressed close and rubbed her cock against the bulge of deer in Anna's gut, she didn't. She was going to enjoy this as much as the pig.

"Ahhh. Yup. Good meat," Anna noted with a few smacks of her hips. "Been getting things extra active in there today just for you. Something Vicky's trying out. This is gonna suck for you, deerboy."

"I'm just a little jealous," Mahiri mused as she slowly humped against the trapped buck. "Always figured I'd eat him someday - but mmf, the way he looked sliding down your throat like that. Go on, Cherno. Struggle like the good preybitch you are."

That much came simply enough for him when things really started burning. He pounded out on the walls with a closed fist and just got met with another belch from the hungry pig who was actively digesting him. His poor spotty pelt got utterly ruined in a matter of minutes, and without that protecting his skin got singed by the hungering juices that ate away at him, bit by bit. Reddened and weakened, he found pain set in instead of just that itching feeling. Mahiri thrust a little more heavily against him once he started crying out in a choked voice. Thump thump thump went her dick against Anna's perspiration-soaked belly, the occasional mewl of pleasure escaping her while she enjoyed herself over Cherno's own miserable demise. He was immersed to his neck in digestive acids by then. The pig had left him just enough room to keep from drowning, as if to prolong his suffering. At least he couldn't see what was happening in there. But he could certainly hear it. The squelching of the walls pressing around him, the deep rumbles of the churning digestive process slowly mulching him to sludge, and worst of all, the constant acidic sizzle of his own skin and flesh getting melted into unrecognizable mush all left him gritting his teeth while he faintly kicked and shoved, panicking in his last agonizing moments. When it proved unbearable, a scream sprang from his choked throat, echoing through that deathly chamber while he got converted into pig pudge, one glorp at a time.

"Mmmm ... it must hurt in there," came the leopard's moan, the lust plain in her voice. "You're a deathtrap all by yourself, Anna. You hardly need all the machines."

"I like 'em." Anna shrugged, then patted herself on the belly. "Your friend's digesting good. Smooth. Gonna make me fat for a while. Might hang up his antlers somewhere when I'm done."

"You ... do that," Mahiri hissed through clenched teeth as pleasure suddenly peaked.

It was while Cherno cried out that the cruel leopardess got the most pleasure from feeling him getting digested. She humped forth and let loose with a sudden cumshot that splattered across the pig's stretched middle. Anna just stood and took it, faintly smirking as she felt her prey starting to slump while he got his fading silhouette painted white. Cherno desperately reached out as he felt his body giving way beneath him, trying to find something to grip onto so he wouldn't slip beneath the surface and drown in his own digesting body. It was hopeless. He went under with a final cry, his screams turning to gurgles and gargles as he swallowed the damning cocktail of fearsome juices. It didn't take long after that. Another half minute or so of searing digestive work and the deer went from squirming, to violently twitching, to slipping down in a defeated sigh that left only those faint, dying spasms the only activity from all that meat in Anna's belly. She belched again as if for good measure, and that was all the comment she gave on the buck's messy demise. Her gut gurgled on to convert him to something she could more readily absorb and wear as some trophy fat while cum streamed down the round shape in her belly that used to be in the shape of a pretty deer. It was less and less a person with every moment spent melting him into chyme.

There was only one thing left to do. Mahiri's eyes flashed with something more than just the usual horny feline intensity. That side of her was satisfied, for the moment. Yet there was something else, another urge, another craving that made her tail twitch, made her lips curl back just a little, and turned up the volume of her inner rumbles. Anna stood her ground when she saw the leopardess approaching her with fire in those green eyes. Mahiri didn't give any indication of her intent, but the pig simply nodded with a knowing grin on her face. She swiped a strand of hair out of her eyes and patted her belly a few times. For the first time, she found herself in slightly unfamiliar territory - this was her domain, her lair, but there was something weird about that cat she'd never fully understood. She didn't have the time for it. But she was curious, she had to admit. With a full belly, she was pretty sure she could handle almost anything the cat threw at her. She gave that deer-filled gut a few slaps just to hear it slosh and proudly grunted her satisfaction.

"Yeah. He's dead. You wanna do your thing now?"

Her squint was a slightly suspicious one. Not afraid, for certain. That cat was on her side. She just wasn't sure what she thought about sharing her prey, though that wasn't exactly what Mahiri wanted.

"Come here, piggy."

When she called her that, it was with the utmost of affection. Anna tolerated it. The leopard held out her arms and the sweaty pig fell into that embrace semi-reluctantly. With Mahiri up on her toes and Anna dipping her head down just a little, they were at the right height for a deep smooch. It was more than just celebrating their mutual victory. Mahiri pressed close to that churning belly and squished her tits against Anna's own set. The two of them were utterly glistening with the perspiration of exertion, but that didn't stop them from grinding, groping, rubbing close to each other in a moment of mutual admiration. Their tongues tasted one another's. There was still plenty of that cute buck boy's flavour left on each of them. That kiss became a sloppy one in time, with each of them bringing their own drooly intensity to it. It was surprisingly pleasant. Anna didn't mind it, but she knew there was something more coming. A little tug of something was all she felt. But for Cherno, it was an experience even more horrifying than all that had come before.

The buck thought he was dead. He even heard Anna say as much - not to mention those final miserable moments that led to darkness deep down in the pig's overheated gut. The sweltering heat had gone away by then. He didn't feel much of anything at all, but for a strange floaty sensation he couldn't quite explain. Maybe this was what death was - some sort of in-between state where he was still down there in the world, but unable to do much of anything. Eventually, he could see again. His vision was mostly dark, but a faint glimmer illuminated the slippery surroundings he found himself drifting through. His body seemed mostly weightless but he could faintly sense the texture of Anna's tongue beneath his knees as he knelt there, so much tinier than his original self. He still didn't understand what was happening to him, but holding his hands out in front of his face gave him a glow. They were a ghostly blue-green, shimmering with ephemeral light. So he truly met his end down there in the pig's stomach. But at least there was something more to look forward to. Such optimism was quickly dashed as he felt himself being drawn from the predator who had ended him, and into the maw of the feline who had lured him to his demise in the first place.

A muffled cry escaped him, sounding more like the moan of a haunting spirit than a proper scream as he realized what was happening to him. Mahiri slurped him in and stole him away from that pig with a simple breath. She inhaled deeply and broke from that deep kiss with a splash of saliva. Her tongue curled beneath the legs of the buck's soul to shove them into her jaws. That eternal piece of him, everything he'd ever be again after his body was so brutally destroyed - she had it. She was sucking on it, and in time, chewing too. It didn't actually hurt, despite those fangs coming down on his semi-solid form. He could feel her kneading on him with her sharp teeth, working him from one cheek to the other just to gnaw upon his spiritual essence for a while. Anna stepped back with a little clipclop of hooves just to admire what was going on. She didn't fully understand it, in truth. Her expertise was with machines, not souls, but she found herself faintly turned on nonetheless. Maybe it was the muffled gasps and murmurs of absolute terror that made her dick twitch a little. She always liked those.

Mahiri's dark hunger proved stronger than her feline urge to tease her prey. Without any sort of warning, she tipped her head straight back and swallowed what remained of Cherno in a single gulp. Even as a soul, he still made a bulge in her creamy white neck fur - a glowing one, at that. He glimmered right through her soft pelt all the way down to her belly. There, he was met not by stomach acids, but instead by the tugging and tearing at his very existence that came with being absorbed by a corrupted cat with an appetite for more than flesh. She slowly stroked up and down her curves while she absorbed him. He could only lash out and pound against the walls of his fleshy prison as his brief freedom melted away around him. That very essence, that living soul that was all that remained after him after death melted away just like his body. It simmered and sloshed and collapsed into a glittering puddle that lost its lustre the longer the leopardess digested him down to soul-sludge. She claimed him for her curves and wore him like a trophy of her own, growing visibly thicker before Anna's eyes. The pig just gave a little snort of approval as she watched Mahiri's tits expand with the gift she'd stolen from the perished buck.

That still wasn't the end of it for Cherno, not completely. He'd died a second death, but some part of him still remained. A blink to shake off the terror, and he found himself gazing out at the world once more. There was Anna, visibly amused as she approached. And there was something warm, something soft. It took him a good while to orient himself and make sense of his new perspective. Where they had been blank and empty before, the eyes of Mahiri's demonic pendant glowed with the same icy blue that had once been Cherno's own gaze. He was trapped there, squished between the breasts he'd helped to enhance. And he felt it when Mahiri reached up to squeeze them. The pleasure briefly outweighed the terror of his situation. It didn't matter either way. That was precisely where he would stay, trapped upon a dark leopard's curves and imprisoned in her necklace until she decided otherwise. Anna dipped her head down to snort and slurp those fine kitty tits just to show her appreciation, and Cherno just had to endure every last bit of that shared stimulation Mahiri's breasts were sensitive enough to make her moan when the pig licked them. Anna made sure to be generous, and to suck each of those perked nips in turn. Though she couldn't help a chuckle at it all.

"I've gotta say - that's fucked up. Even for me. But I got a good meal and a great fuck out of it, so I'm not complaining."

"I've been enjoying our little partnership," Mahiri purred as she smooched the pig between the ears. "I'll bring you more, of course."

"Good. I'm always hungry." She pushed her belly forward and bumped it against Mahiri's own. "Gonna make some prime pig pudge and soft cat fat alike. Pretty impressive for a girly thing like him, I'd say."

"Just wait until you see the next one," Mahiri said with a flash of a fangy grin. She already had someone in mind.

Mahiri stepped back and nodded to the pig, and they parted ways without another word. They'd both be back. They had too much fun together to quit now. The leopardess thumbed at her necklace as she left, stepping outside not into the light of day, but into some other place that didn't follow the same rules. Pacing those dark halls meant she could be as naked and streaked with sex as she liked. Cherno felt the pair of breasts he'd become jiggle up and down around his new prison. In the absence of speech, he instead thought madly, trying to make Mahiri hear him. Let me out, please let me out. If she noticed, she didn't bother to give any indication. He was all hers for as long as she liked, and what that meant for his eternal future, he could only wait and see. Seeing her embrace her cruelly feline side like that meant it wasn't going to be good.

Anna didn't concern herself too much with what she'd just seen. It wasn't the first time she'd been part of something beyond natural. A killer like her was bound to attract attention from dark things like Mahiri and her wicked patron. All she cared about was getting a damn shower. A heat wave always put her in a bit more of a mood than usual, the kind that made her want to make something suffer, and that had been satisfied nicely. After that, it was time for one of those half-day digestion naps so she could really wear down the little fuck-doe into nothing and claim him for her own. His physical half anyway. She didn't know or really care what was going to happen to the rest of him. As far as she was concerned, he was all hers, to absorb and finish digesting. That pretty buck named Cherno was gone, a captive to a demoness, imprisoned in her jewellery perhaps forever, and some fat on a pig's gut and ass. Once Anna was all rested and her body did its work, she was going to shit him out, chastity cage and all, and never bother to think about him again, but for the fond memory of the way he felt on her dick, or the way he screamed while she melted him down into pigshit for good. All thanks to Mahiri's corrupted self finding such pleasure in betrayal like that, and hungering for the souls of those who'd never suspect a thing until it was too late.