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Damian didn't want to do this. He really, really didn't want to do this, but he'd gotten the figurative short stick out of all his friends, and now it was his turn... his turn to go and take pictures. Of the girls on the beach. Wearing their swimsuits. Especially the most popular ones.

He'd found it highly distasteful, the way his friends were daring each other with that sort of thing, now that they'd come for this beachside vacation, but he couldn't do much to avoid participating; he'd always been weak to peer pressure, after all.

For a while, he'd been lucky enough to not be chosen for these "scouting" missions, as his dumb friends liked to call it (really, it was spying, but they didn't care about that), but it was only a matter of time before the online wheel they'd set up finally landed on his name, and there was now no way Damian could back out without the rest of his friends relentlessly harassing him for it. So he decided he might as well get it done and over with as soon as possible.

So here he was, a thin, almost lanky jackal, sneaking through the vegetation lining the beach, slowly making his way over to where the girls' villas were, silently cursing his friends all the way there, his phone clutched and ready to snap the pictures required of him.

By the time he finally got there, his swimming trunks (and much of his body, for that matter) were marked with green stripes and leaves from where the plant-life he'd been crawling through had not been particularly kind to him. It didn't help his displeasure at all, and his daunting task was only beginning. Speaking of which...

There, on the beach in front of him, the girls were gathered. His, ugh, "targets." They were mostly too far away to really make out their features very clearly, but he thought he could recognise some of them based on their species and fur. Damian was once again reminded of how much this stupid dare chafed against his principles, as his guilty conscience acted up once more. Again, he forced it down, refocusing on the task at hand, as he unlocked his phone and opened the camera app.

Slowly getting up and raising it in the girls' direction, Damian swallowed heavily as he zoomed in ("Gotta get all the details, bro!" "Screw you, Collin."). Then, he found himself staring at one of the girls he'd zoomed in on; Serena, one of his top crushes, leisurely lounging in the sun on a beach chair. Of course, that wasn't saying much, given that many, many, other guys (and even some girls, if the rumours were to be believed) rated Serena as one of their most desirable. For good reason too.

Serena was a snow leopard, her body luscious and curvy in all the right ways, all the right areas and at all the right angles. Her platinum hair was long, bright, and silky, eye-catching to many, and her eyes were a mesmerising shade of green that made you almost lose yourself completely as you looked into them. It was no wonder that she had so many guys gunning for her. It certainly helped that she was a high-ranking student council member; not the president, but close enough to be quite influential over many matters.

Damian, and many other guys in fact, had so much more to say of her, if only they had the words to more adequately describe her.

Unlike those other guys who eyed her however, Damian knew full well she was out of his league, laughably so, and that his chances of ever getting her attention, let alone dating her, were one-in-a-million. Still, he pined for her. He just couldn't help it.

Although, from what he had heard, Serena was a very hard-to-get type, someone who'd even reject some of the most popular boys on campus out of hand. If even the jocks and rich "pretty" boys who had floods of girls lusting after them couldn't even get Serena to seriously consider them, then Damian's chances with her just went down to one-in-a-billion.

As he stood there, frozen, thoughts running through his head like a cheetah, the jackal found he couldn't do it. Not just couldn't, he wouldn't. Not in a million years. He may have had a crush on Serena and a few of the other girls he was seeing, sure, but he was most definitely not a pervert. He'd only gotten this far because of his fear and frustration of how his friends would react to him coming back empty handed, but being here now, phone out, the gravity of the situation hit him harder than falling from 100 feet.

He knew full well just how much he was pushing his luck, and when it came down to it, he found he was not willing to keep going any further, especially if it potentially meant tanking his reputation amongst most of the campus population, especially the ladies.

He was spying on a bunch of girls just to satisfy the depraved cravings of his degenerate friends, and he was pissed about that fact, to say the least. He shook his head, angry and disgusted beyond belief at what his friends had asked him to do, but more so at himself, for letting himself come out this far in the first place.

"Okay, you know what, screw this, I am not doing this," Damian angrily muttered as he snapped the phone off and turned back, "screw you guys, I am not- oomph!"

While Damian had been standing there like an idiot, he hadn't noticed that someone had somehow gotten behind him, and was now sternly standing there, her arms crossed and her expression pretty much to be expected of someone who had found what looked like a perverted peeping tom. She wasn't a girl he could push out of the way either; she was a well-built lioness, her muscles lean but noticeable, certainly more than the muscles the jackal had.

And she looked like she was about to use those muscles on him.

As Damian looked up at the glowering feline, his eyes dilated and his ears instinctively splayed back as he said the only thing he could in this situation:

"Well, shit."

The last thing he remembered seeing was the lioness's fist flying towards the side of his head.

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Damian awakened slowly, his eyelids still heavy, with a pained groan at the dull ache on the side of his head. He tried shaking his head to clear it. That only made the pain worse, so he immediately stopped.

'What the hell just happened...'

He last remembered a rather menacing looking lioness swinging her fist at him... and now he was...

Blinking some more, Damian finally realised just what kind of situation he was in; he was in a bedroom, a big glass door opening towards the beach, the sun a bit lower in the sky than he remembered (so he'd been out a few hours?), but that wasn't the most striking concern. What was most concerning was that his arms and legs were firmly tied, with sturdy lengths of rope, to a chair. And standing in the room with, was the lioness who'd knocked him out... and all the girls he'd been sent to take pictures of. Including Serena.

'Ohhhh shit...'

Damian dryly swallowed, his heart pounding at all the critical looks and glares being directed straight at him, especially from some of the more overtly pissed off girls, like the raccoon to the left. His voice traitorously refused to work properly, only stuttering incoherent sounds as he desperately tried to say anything, anything, to get himself out of this situation he'd landed himself in. He desperately avoided looking specifically at Serena.

"I- um, uh- gah-"

"Quit it," the lioness from before curtly cut him off, "we know what you were doing, now we want to know who you are and why you're here."

Leaning in, the strong feline looked directly into his eyes, a hard, stern gaze piercing into him as she growled, "Better start talking, because some of the girls here," at that, she gestured her head at the glowering raccoon he'd noticed earlier, "can't wait to start beating you up even more than I did. So give us a good reason why we shouldn't give you one hell of a thrashing for all your troubles."

Damian gulped at the threat being posed to him. He didn't want to become a scratching post for all the girls here! He didn't think he'd come out of that in any good shape. So he tried, tried and finally got his damn voice to work.

"M-my name is Damian," he anxiously stuttered out. "I- my friends wanted me to- to- to take pictures of you." Even as he said that, he could feel the regret and the shame coursing through him.

He panickedly continued, "I didn't want to do it, I swear! I- I just- couldn't take their pestering anymore, but I didn't want to do it, I really didn't, you have to believe me-"

"Calm down," the lioness (what was her name? Damian didn't think he'd get a chance to know) firmly ordered. Damian took that as a sign to shut up. Which he did, his jaws almost snapping from how quickly he closed his mouth.

For a few tense and awkward seconds, Damian and the lioness stared at each other in silence, the jackal trying his hardest to not turn his gaze towards all the other girls. He just about managed. Initially, at least.

Just when Damian thought he was going to finally crack and say something potentially stupid, just to fill the silence, the feline in front of him finally spoke up with a sigh.

"We do believe that your friends made you do this." She pulled out a device -his phone!- and waved it around a bit. "They've been sending some rather... distasteful messages. About both us, and you." Glancing at him, she added, "I hope you don't mind us checking your phone, we just needed to make sure nothing... suspicious was on there."

"N-no, no, that's- that's fine, I don't mind," Damian hurriedly assured. It wasn't like he was in any position to protest anyway.

"As for you not wanting to do it," the lioness went on, "well, judging from the fact there aren't any photos of us, even in your delete bin, and the way you looked when I caught you, and the way you look right now," Damian's ears splayed back a little more at that, "you at the very least stopped before things got too bad, I'll give you that.

"However," her change in tone somehow made him feel trepidation and dread all over his body, "the fact that you still came all this way to do something like that, even if it was because your "friends" were forcing you to do it, can't be ignored.

"So, me and the girls are going to devise a punishment for you, while you wait here."

"Huh?! W-wait, punishment?!"

"Yes." The leonine girl bluntly affirmed, smirking at his shock. "You can't expect us to let you off the hook that easily since we still caught you, so you still have to face the consequences. Maybe we'll get you to be less stupid next time your dumb friends try to push you into doing something like this."

Damian was left speechless as the lioness turned back to their "audience" (or was it jury, in this case?), telling them, "C'mon, let's go talk in the living room."

All the girls promptly filed out of the room after their leonine friend, though a couple of them did turn to give him pointed looks; one of them, the raccoon from earlier, gave him yet another piercing glare. If looks could kill, that one would probably have disintegrated him with how intense it was. But the other girl...

Serena (Serena!) gave him a different sort of piercing look. Here, she looked far more curious than angry, contemplative, somehow... excited even? Which... made no sense? Since when did anyone ever get Serena to look at them like that? Let alone anyone like Damian? She gave him a rather overt once-over, her eyes flicking across his body that left him a little flustered (who wouldn't be, in that sort of situation?), before leaving the room behind all the other girls, closing the door behind her.

Damian was now left to stew, to rampantly speculate about just what the girls could possibly be planning to do with him. And what was with the way Serena was looking at him? In almost any other situation, he would've been overjoyed to get her attention. But not like this. He had gained her attention in the worst possible way. But instead of being outraged, she somehow looked more like she wanted to know more about him, which, again, made NO FREAKING SENSE.

However, Damian had bigger things to worry about than the strange look his crush had given him. Much, much bigger things.

There was no escape; all his limbs were firmly tied to the chair, there were no sharp objects to cut with in sight, and he still had to get through all the probably pissed off girls that were in the living room, discussing what sort of terrible, terrible retribution they were going to exact upon him. And even if he did get out of here, he'd probably get caught long before he made it back to his friends' villa, though honestly, he wasn't sure fleeing back to their place empty-handed would be any better than suffering the wrath of a bunch of indignant females. And they still had his phone!

The hopelessness of his predicament settled in, his stomach sinking harder than a brick dropped in the ocean. He despondently deflated into his chair, his body now trembling as he was left alone with his thoughts, about what was to come, and just how badly he'd messed up to be here in the first place.

Damian could only whimper impotently at it all.

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Damian flinched when the door to the room finally opened again after what seemed like hours, with several of the girls from before, though not all of them, entering. Damian tried not to notice Serena was among them.

The lioness was back, though.

"So, after some discussion, we've decided on what to do with you."

The jackal gulped, bracing himself.

Wordlessly, the leonine held out her hand to the side... and was passed a pair of scissors by Serena.

As soon as Damian saw that, he immediately started to panic.

"W-wait, no, you can't- wait, nonononono, please-"

'Oh fuck, they're going to murder me, I don't wanna die, please no, pleasepleaseplease no-'

The canine clamped his eyes shut, not wanting to see himself get horrifically stabbed by those scissors-

"Quit crying, you," he heard the lioness say exasperatedly, "we're not going to kill you."

"...T-then what...?"

Nothing could have prepared Damian for the sound and sensation of scissors cutting through fabric- specifically, that of his swimsuit. His eyes snapped open in shock. Looking down, sure enough, the lioness was cutting through his swimsuit, and the underwear beneath it.

"H-hey! What are you doing?!"

The female leonine only gave him a sardonic glance, continuing to cut through Damian's clothes. When everything had been cut through, she unceremoniously tossed the remains of his clothes away, leaving the jackal completely exposed... in front of a half-dozen girls.

To say he was embarrassed was a criminal understatement. The fact his legs were tied the way they were to the chair, leaving him unable to even try to hide himself did nothing to help. His face was burning like the sun, and his cheeks were flushed redder than a tomato.

He couldn't help but wonder what they were planning to do now; were they just going to stare at him for who knew how long? Get him to die of humiliation, maybe? He didn't know, he couldn't read their minds!

After a few moments of appraising her work, the lioness turned to the rest of the girls, telling them, "Well, do what you want with him, I'm heading out to show this guy's pervert friends what for."

With those parting words, she promptly left, leaving 5 girls behind to stare at his naked body... surprisingly hungrily so, to Damian's eyes. He swallowed again for the umpteenth time.

The girls all looked at each other, seemingly having a wordless conversation, before one of them, a white cat, stepped forward... then almost immediately got on her knees in front of him, and proceeded to wrap her hand around his dick.

"W-what the-"

The canine boy straightened up in shock. As much as he could while strapped down, anyway. His sudden movement didn't stop the cat from continuing to stroke him, and the sensation was easily enough to get blood flowing into his member, despite feeling overwhelmingly confused at what was happening. When his cock was fully erect, the cat didn't waste any time, opening her maw and plunging his dick down her throat. Damian cried out, half in shock, half in pleasure. And for the next several minutes, the white cat determinedly sucked him off with surprising vigour.

The jackal wasn't sure what the lion girl had meant by "punishment", if this was what they'd decided to do to him. Most people wouldn't consider pleasure to be such a thing.

Then, he came. Only then, did he understand the punishment they'd devised for him. The cat didn't stop sucking him, even after he'd blown his load down her throat. In fact, she didn't even slow down, instead she went faster with her sucking. Combine that with how sensitive his dick was after cumming, and Damian was left twisting against his binds and yelping out for the cat to stop.

Needless to say, she didn't stop. Not even after he came for the second time. She only finally got off of him after his third orgasm, and even then, it was only because the other girls were calling her out for hogging him and not letting them have their turns.

Damian by the end of that was whimpering, left trembling and breathless at all the overstimulation. And it had only been the first of 6 girls... all of whom looked very eager to torture him this way. All the jackal could do was endure it all, wonder who came up with this idea, and hope that any of the girls that came after were more merciful.

The last hope turned out to be nothing more than wishful thinking, as all the girls seemed determined to suck the life out of him, no matter how much he thrashed around and begged them to stop.

For what seemed like hours, Damian was forced to cum, again and again, his tormentors never letting up, only giving him the slightest reprieves when it was someone else's turn. In between, it seemed the girls were eager to make him suffer as much as possible, jerking him off and sucking and licking him in a way that really, really exploited his post-orgasm sensitivity, mostly stimulating his glans when it wasn't supposed to.

It was definitely a punishment... one that had him shamelessly, desperately begging for it all to be over. The ones carrying out his punishment were all too intent on the opposite, and unfortunately for Damian, he had no way of fighting back. He could only suffer, suffer and hope that the end of his punishment would arrive soon.

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Damian lost count of how many orgasms had been forced from him at about the 4th girl to milk him. It was at this point that the jackal had lost the energy to struggle and scream for mercy as much, only able to whimper and twitch occasionally when his dick felt particularly sensitive.

Each girl had made it such that they'd gotten at least two orgasms out of him, and there were more that made it up to three. To say Damian's member was sore was an understatement. Yet, the stimulation kept coming, and his cock was forced to get hard much, much sooner than it otherwise would have, to say nothing about it cumming.

By the time the 5th, second last girl was finally done with him, Damian was exhausted, in both mind and body. His head was swimming slightly, his breathing short and harsh, and his poor abused dick wasn't in any better shape. The only good thing about this was that he was on the last girl; after this, he could leave, leave and forget this ever happened-

He gasped and flinched as his cock was grabbed again; but this time, the hand looked quite familiar to him...

He looked up, and found Serena looking into his face. Damian stared at her for a few moments, and she stared right back at him. They remained still that way, a jackal tied to a chair, his dick being wrapped in the hand of a snow leopard kneeling in front of him.

Damian was starting to feel slightly awkward, when Serena started to stroke him, and the jackal gasped again at the sudden shock through his body at the movement. He groaned and whimpered, knowing what was coming, and he tried to get his mind off of it to try and delay the inevitable as long as possible. Serena put an end to that, however, when she spoke; the rest of the girls had been more focused on torturing him and his cock.

"You know," she started conversationally, "I was extremely bored the whole day. I thought I was going to have to do something drastic just to have a bit more fun. Luckily," and at that, she looked up at him with a mischievous smile and a glint in her eyes, "you came along.

"It was my idea, what you're experiencing right now," she continued, and Damian couldn't hold back from making a small noise of shock and confusion. "Took a little convincing, but I got there in the end." Her small smile turned into a full-on grin. "And now, I get to play with you..."

She sped up her stroking of him, startling the jackal as he gasped and moaned from the sudden increase in stimulation. He threw his head back as he let out a strangled mewl, panting from the sensitivity of his member and the sensation of his crush's hand.

It was several minutes of this later that Damian could feel himself getting close once more. He wasn't looking forward to it, and he tried to distract himself from it by trying to think of anything other than what Serena was doing to him. The snow leopard had other ideas, however. One of which happened to have her start using her mouth on his cock.

Now, it felt as if his umpteenth orgasm was inevitable, and Damian was bracing for what came after. Except that Serena, just when he was on the brink of cumming again, instead of continuing her sucking, released her mouth from him and left his dick alone, leaving it twitching and throbbing from almost reaching orgasm again. Keyword being "almost."

Despite his prior experiences, the jackal couldn't help but feel disappointed and unfulfilled at the sudden lack of sensation, his hips thrusting instinctively but uselessly, trying to get enough stimulation to finally climax.

"W-why did you stop," he breathlessly asked.

His crush, and current tormentor, returned his gaze, and now he could see there was a... sort of predatory light in them. Her smile only complemented it further.

"Did you think I'd be like all the other girls?" she asked rhetorically. "No... unlike them, I want to make this last... I want to savour this... savour you."

At that, she continued her pleasuring of the bound jackal, jerking him off and giving him blowjobs just like before. However, this time, Serena seemed more into bringing him as close to the edge as possible, before leaving him right on it, leaving desperate and disappointed at her denial, as she went on to tease his needy cock as it throbbed and virtually begged for more.

The more she kept him on the edge, the more the jackal became desperate and frustrated. Soon, he was beginning to beg her, not to stop, but to let him cum, to let him have release. Serena did not do so.

"P-please, Serena," he'd begged, even using her name for the first time, "please, let me cum, I- I need to cum, please-"

Serena only giggled, telling him, "Aww, but we still have so much time." Then she went back to edging him, now torturing him with this new method of hers.

Damian lost track of everything; the amount of time passed, the number of times he'd been pleasured to the very edge, only to be left deprived of touch when he needed it the most. He was starting to think he was going to go insane with how much the snow leopard was "playing" with him, the way she seemed to relish his distressed moans, his impassioned begging, the way his cock throbbed desperately for her touch. Damian became lost in the edging, lost in what Serena was doing to him. His mind thought of nothing else except the pleasure, and his desperation for release.

Finally, after so, so long, after countless orgasms cruelly edged away from him...

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..."

"Hmm, are you now?" She grinned up at him. "Well then... cum for me."

This time, she did not stop stroking him, and Damian arched his back as he came closer, closer than ever before to climax... and then...

The jackal's scream of pleasure was initially silent, his breath taken away from how powerful his orgasm was. When he caught his breath, he started to moan louder than before, while Serena made sure to milk him through each rope of seed that was shot out of his member. It was, without a doubt, one of the most powerful climaxes he'd had, and he would have enjoyed the afterglow of it. Unfortunately, Serena had other plans.

"Mmm, that's a lot," she said ecstatically, her face covered in all his cum, "but I still think there's more in there."

She wasted no time in overstimulating him, and Damian was just as quick to react, crying out and straining against his ropes, trying to move his body away from her, but it was of course to no avail. The snow leopard would play with him for however long she wanted, and the jackal could do nothing about it.

"Oh god, Serena, please- mmmmfff, fuck, it's too much, please-"

She didn't pay his pleas any mind; if anything, she seemed to take pleasure in them, if her hand plunging under her swimsuit was any indication. Regardless, Damian was now back to experiencing the torture he had gone through with all the other girls, and the jackal didn't know how long he'd have to suffer this time.

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Damian had 4 orgasms in total forced from him by Serena. At least, that was how many he could recall having before he finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.

For a while, the jackal was unconscious, dreamless, his body and mind resting up from all the torment he'd endured.

When he did wake up again, it was to the sounds of the ocean. However, what he saw as soon as he woke up was far more attention-grabbing.

"Ahh, you're awake now," Serena said, looking straight down at him (was he... was he lying on her lap or something?), a small smile on her face. "You were out quite a while, but I'm glad you're back now."

Damian blinked for a few moments, beginning to sit up as he started, "What..."

He froze when he saw what he had on.

"What the- what am I wearing?!"

The jackal was wearing a white string bikini, bra and all. It was... quite skimpy, and it was embarrassing just for Damian to see himself in it. He could only imagine how he'd look in a mirror at this moment.

"We're all girls here," Serena shrugged. "We didn't have any male swimsuits to spare, and we weren't going to let you go around the house naked, would we? And considering your friends wanted you to take pictures of us in our swimsuits, we decided to put you in one instead. And I have to say, you look pretty damn cute in that."

Damian couldn't have blushed harder if he'd tried. Whether it was because he'd gotten a compliment from a girl he liked, or that said compliment basically was about how he looked in a girl's swimsuit, he didn't want to know.

Trying to get his mind off of that subject, the canine remembered something Serena had said beforehand.

"My friends... wait, my friends-"

"You don't need to worry about them," she reassured him, "Some of my own friends went back to deal with them. From what I heard, they seemed pretty regretful about their actions. Of course, considering we had your "help" in tracking them down, we decided it was best for you to stay with us for the rest of the trip, no need to deal with those fuckers anytime soon."

In any other circumstance, Damian would have protested, but, well... he couldn't deny his "friends" deserved what had come to them. And they definitely wouldn't be happy he'd gotten himself, and by extension them, caught in the process. There was the matter of having to interact with the girls after... everything, but, to Damian at least, it seemed their ill will toward him had run its course, if they were willing to shelter him after what he had done.

He was still embarrassed about having to wear girls' clothing, but, honestly, it could be far worse. At least the girls were being somewhat gracious in their hospitality.

"So, um..."

"You don't need to do anything right now; you can just lie back down."

Serena patted her lap for emphasis, and Damian saw no real reason to turn her down. So he lay back down on her lap, and the snow leopard began to gently stroke his head.

"Good boy."

Those words from her... they sent a small thrill through Damian's heart and his body, and it took almost everything he had to keep his tail still. Later on, Damian would recognise it for the sign that it was. But for now... for now, he just lay back and rested, under the care of his crush... his dominatrix crush.