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Lion King: The Caver Girl

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Author’s Note: Some characters are © copyright Disney, and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from this work. This story takes place just after and concurrently with the story “Overboard with Opportunists.”

Brigid flipped the switch that turned her radio to passive mode, all the better to save its battery, a sense of pleasant wellbeing settling through her. She and her partner Saxon had been separated after their boat overturned while they were canoeing down the White Nile, and a sudden flood from upstream had bowled them over. The long-haired redhead had been the lucky one, managing to grab hold of the boat and hang on for dear life until the surge subsided, after which she paddled her way to shore to make camp. Saxon…well, until just a few minutes ago, poor Brigid had no idea if her dark-haired, handsome friend was even still alive.

Of course Brigid had feelings for Saxon. Not really those sorts of feelings, but feelings all the same. He was a nice guy, really good-looking, had a decent-sized cock, and actually cared about a girl’s orgasm, as Brigid had the opportunity to discover on several occasions. All the same, they’d both recognized that they weren’t really “soul mate” material, the sort of couple that fell in love and settled down to live out their lives in blissful normalcy. No, they were both action-adventure types, the sort who climbed mountains just so they could paraglide off them, or raced dune buggies across ancient deserts so as to see the forgotten ruins that lay at their middle; “normalcy” just didn’t apply to either of them. So they weren’t in love, per se, but they did make a really great team when they were out on their adventures, shooting films for their social media sites, and raking in the advertising money afterward.

Needless to say, when she finally got through to him at his emergency camp, just as night was starting to fall, she was overjoyed.

“This is Brigid, you boring sack of potatoes,” she laughed as she heard Saxon’s hail, unable to help but grin at the sound of his voice. “I’ve got the kayak and most of our gear. Talk about lucky! The river swept me down pretty far, though. I’m in this place…I don’t even recognize it from any of those old charts we checked out while planning the trip. It’s all dark here, kind of…I don’t know, ‘oppressive’ is the word that comes to mind. Like the place is filled with all these old ghosts. I’ve got a camp together, but I’m seriously considering exploring this place: you know how I am about caving. That, and I think there’s some ruins somewhere nearby; I saw something off in the distance while I was hanging on for dear life, and it’s driving me crazy to find out what they are. What about you? You come through all right? Over.”

“Some bruises, but nothing too major,” Saxon reported, and Brigid could hear the answering grin in his voice. “I’ve got enough food for a few days. General supplies to last a lot longer than that. And a raging boner that just won’t quit. Over.”

“You and your outdoors fetish!” she laughed, and wished Saxon was actually with her so she could give him a playful punch in the arm. “Sorry I can’t help you with the hard-on. Right about now, I could use a bit of relief myself. I mean, seriously, after the day we’ve had, a good cum is just what we need to get a good night’s sleep. Over.”

“Day’s sleep,” Saxon corrected. “Remember what those experts back at the embassy told us: if we’re on land, and we’re not together, build a fire at night and don’t sleep, or something might crawl out of the bush and gobble us up. Over.”

“If all you’ve got is your emergency kit,” Brigid countered, feeling playful now that they were both out of harm’s way, despite the subject matter of their conversation being about staying out of harm’s way, “you’ve had a rougher time than me. Look, maybe find a tree and build an ape nest, or something like that. I came up on the right bank of the river; how about you? Over.”

“Same here,” Saxon answered. “Guess we can just meet in the middle, then, you traveling up the river, me going down. Over.”

“That’s not all I’d like you to go down,” Brigid teased, casually stroking a hand down her body, her only barely-dried clothes still sticking to her sleekly-muscled frame as she briefly fantasized about the fun she’d like to have with her partner and best friend…and maybe one or two others, though whether they’d be girls or boys, she hadn’t quite decided yet (but when she finally settled down, she definitely would!). “Mmm, yeah, but that’s for later. After all, I’m the one who packed the condoms. Over.”

“Always thinking ahead,” Saxon laughed. “All right. I’ll camp out for the night, see about that monkey nest idea while there’s still some light, and we’ll meet up in the A.M. Sound good? Over.”

“Sounds great. Have a good night, Saxon. Over.”

“You too, Brigid. Over and out.”

Looking around the camp now that she’d made all the psychological preparations she needed before she could settle down, Brigid frowned for a moment, her thoughts racing. She wasn’t sleepy, that was for sure, not after the thrills of the day, surviving the perils of the mighty, legendary river. Others might be exhausted after what she’d been through, but Brigid, no, she was ready for more excitement! Near the middle of her camp was a pretty tall tree, and it took hardly any time for her to rig a rope over one of the limbs, so as to suspend her food and other items that might appeal to casual animal investigators. A few more minor preparations, including fully putting out the fire she’d started to cook her dinner, some important items tossed in a fannypack, and Brigid was ready to go check out those strange ruins she’d seen while the light was bright, and could still see, though only barely, as they loomed ominously in the near distance. In the fading light she couldn’t really be sure, but she was almost sure she’d seen…was that firelight?

There was only one way to find out for sure.

At first Brigid’s approach to the strange, rocky formation was confident and easy, the mile-burning stride she’d long picked up from countless hikes into the most rugged terrain. Even from that distance, with the light fading fast, she could tell right away that the rugged, hilly country was dotted all over with caves and crevasses. When she got a little closer, however, she saw what else littered the landscape, and the sight was enough to make her tread a little more cautiously. What she saw, to her mild discomfiture, were…

“Bones.”

Blinking as she paused at a sort of natural gateway into the strange country, great walls of stone rising up on either side, Brigid looked down through the strange mist already spreading across the lower parts of the strangely platformed land. Sure enough, scattered all around these lower areas were bones. And not just any bones: if Brigid were the sort to violate international law, to say nothing of the laws of common decency (which, thankfully, she wasn’t), scattered all around her was a fortune in elephant ivory, complete with the rest of the elephant skeletons as well!

“Huh,” Brigid muttered softly to herself, turning slowly around on the rocky trail leading upward into the rocky country, obviously created by some powerful volcanic upheaval in times past (and likely more recent than that, if the greenish tinge to the mist was any indicator – gasses from somewhere below were still seeping up, creating the thick fog); her vantage point atop the trail of solid rock gave her an incredible view, even with the ominous fog clinging to everything. “An elephant’s graveyard. And here I thought they were just a myth.”

Well, myth busted, the curly-haired redhead concluded, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the ominous dark rock rising up before her. Even her passion for caving wasn’t enough to keep her from pausing for a long moment, an irresistible sense that she was standing right at the precipice of fate at that moment. Step into the shadows of those high rock walls, and that would signal the point of no return. At least, not until this new grand adventure was completed, one way or the other.

Taking a long, deep breath (and somehow restraining the disgusted grimace that the slight tinge of sulfur in the air almost brought to her face), and letting it out just as slowly, Brigid squared up her shoulders…and took that step.

After that first step, the ones that followed came a lot more easily. Though rugged and rather steep, the naturally-formed ramp leading up into the jagged, rocky country was relatively easy to follow, and only a few times did Brigid have to actually climb rather than simply hike. Then, quite abruptly, she came to a sort of fork just as the ramp came to a sudden halt. The “sort of” came because nothing around here was actually paved, but all the same, there were two obvious pathways that she could follow: one leading up, toward the rim of what she could now see was a sort of vast natural amphitheater, the other leading down, into the rock-strewn bowl of the strange, savage land.

Frowning, Brigid leaned forward slightly. Yes, there was definitely firelight ahead and down below, in the bowl. Some of it flickered in many colors, blue and green, red and yellow, casting strange, eerie shapes on the walls of the rocky land. With those weird lights and the occasional belches of foul-smelling steam from cracks and craters down in that lower region, the entire area had an almost dreamlike quality, unreal, as though it were a glimpse into another world…a very unpleasant other world!

“Yellowstone National Park as done by Hieronymus Bosch,” Brigid quipped in an undertone, before shaking her head, then turning her face toward the upper path; it was going to take some real climbing in places if she was going to get far that way, but given the options…

“Up it is.”

Somehow, Brigid felt an instinctive need for caution as she pressed forward, looking down regularly at the strange hellscape that formed most of the elephant’s graveyard and the fiery pits of bubbling sulfur and luminous cracks that went down God and the Devil only knew how far into the depths of the Earth. No movement, no signs of life, nothing…no, not nothing. And some signs of life, too, she suddenly realized, as she started to catch glimpses of strange shapes in the volcanic fog of the lower regions. They looked like tribal totems, strange and twisted emblems of whoever it was that had visited this place. Was this some local tribe’s sacred ground? Was she trespassing somewhere that would get her killed for breaking taboo? Brigid could only hope not as she put her attention back to the upper pathway that skirted the relatively flat region below, picking her way with the utmost care across the broken rocky ledges over which this path sometimes took her.

Abruptly, Brigid came to a halt, blinking in surprise. Before her was a great cave mouth, yawning with terrible darkness before her, looking for all the world like the maw of some primordial beast, complete with stalactites and stalagmites for fangs, upper and lower. Above the cave mouth, there had even been two crude rock sconces set in place, making great burning “eyes.” Broad, smooth stairs were carved out of the side of the rock wall, leading up from the flat region below. Stairs that were worn with deep gouges in many places, marking the path of countless feet over untold centuries.

Obviously, this wasn’t just some quirk of nature. Someone had deliberately shaped this place, turning what had already been a terrifying location into something truly nightmarish. For all Brigid knew, she was the only outsider to have ever even seen this entryway into darkness. Had she been a more cautious soul, the outside of the cave would have been right where she’d have stopped and turned back. But Brigid was no wilting lily, scared off at the least fright. No, if this place was unexplored, and obviously of cultural import, well, somebody ought to go check it out. She’d fit the need as well as anybody, or so Brigid figured.

Taking a momentary breath to steady herself (and regretting it more than a little, thanks to the sulfurous fumes), Brigid pushed forward, right into the darkness of the cave.

The moment she stepped outside the radius of those lantern eyes at the front of the cave, Brigid found herself plunged into complete darkness. Fortunately she was prepared for such eventualities, and tugged a glowstick free of her fannypack, cracking it into bright green illumination, then holding it up to light her way. For a moment she thought she caught a glimpse of movement, just on the edge of her peripheral vision, but when she turned back toward the cave mouth, there was nothing. Shrugging, the redheaded girl started forward, careful of her steps, someone sensing that this was a special place (though, based on the décor, likely for profane reasons rather than holy ones), and deserved a certain measure of reverence. That, of course, and there might have been someone home. Someone who might not approve of an outsider intruding into places she wasn’t wanted.

Following the tunnel, placing her hand on the left wall when it branched, Brigid knew she was going down, could feel it with the trained senses of a seasoned spelunker. A niggling part of her brain superstitiously informed her that perhaps she was indeed descending into Hell, but she shoved that thought aside, focusing on just keeping her steps slow and steady, making as little noise as possible, and avoiding any stray outcroppings of rock that might have made her stumble and drop her glowstick or, likely far worse, make a sound that would have carried much farther in this echoing cave than Brigid would have liked.

Speaking of echoing sounds…what was that? Blinking, Brigid came to a complete stop, leaning forward slightly, squinting her eyes as she tried to train her ears. Was that…a scream? Eyes widening, Brigid started moving forward again, this time a little faster, a little more urgently. That was definitely a scream! Someone needed her help!

Before she even knew what to expect, suddenly the cave tunnel opened up into a cavern of truly massive size. If the rocky region outside had been an amphitheater, this was an auditorium. No, it was too big for that; it was more like a sports stadium, big enough to play an indoor soccer championship! Many bonfires burned in the vast region below, down a series of carved stairs descending to the floor of the cavern, and though Brigid didn’t have line-of-sight thanks to the winding nature of those steps, the shadows cast on the wall told the story plainly.

There, in shadowplay, she saw a shapely female figure struggling desperately, held aloft above the heads of a horde of muscular male shapes. That they were male was painfully obvious at a glance, and Brigid couldn’t restrain a blush at the sight of so much priapic manhood, even if they were just silhouettes. Ignoring the struggles of the poor female (who, Brigid saw, had an animal’s head – obviously one of the animal people that roamed in a tribal lifestyle through the African wilderness – and though she couldn’t tell what sort exactly from shadows alone, she guessed the woman was an equine), the doglike males laughed as the woman screamed again…and then lowered her slowly to the floor of the cave.

With the cavern’s perfect acoustics bringing every sound clearly to her ears, Brigid skirted the outer rim of the bowl-like cave, following a smooth-polished and fairly wide path that seemed to have been deliberately made to be easy to traverse, keeping its travelers free of the rabble who’d descend the stairs to the middle of the coliseum-like area at the center of the cavern. Even with shadows getting in each others’ way in a chaotic confusion of writhing bodies, she could make out the males pushing the struggling woman’s legs apart with deliberate slowness, laughing and joking with each other cruelly in their harsh native language as they pinned her to the cavern floor, thighs splayed wide open, baring all her feminine treasures to their wicked eyes. Wasting little time, two – or was it three? – of the shadow-males pounced between the helpless, frantic female’s legs, and in a matter of moments Brigid’s cheeks flushed even more deeply as she clearly heard the loud, wet, luscious slurping of greedy muzzles gnawing hungrily on tender, defenseless girlflesh. Now Brigid was sure there had to be at least three males at work, her attention on her path around the cavern’s upper reaches only just enough to ensure she didn’t stumble. The rest of that attention was focused on watching those shadows as the massed rapists worked their broad, blunt muzzles up and then down, thick tongues lashing out visibly every so often when one of them pulled back slightly, probably to catch a breath. Those brutes had to be lathering the poor girl up from the tip of her clitty down to the forbidden pucker of her taint! And all the while her struggles, ineffectual against the far stronger, muscular males surrounding her, grew more desperate, more frantic, as did her voice, rising in pitch and volume as she begged for mercy in the same tribal language as the beastmen, back arching, breasts thrusting upward, only for the obviously perked nipples to be descended upon by still more greedy muzzles, which promptly began to gnaw and slurp on each flawless mammary. This was the final straw, for at that moment the woman’s words turned to a babble, and then to a loud screech, as her whole body began to convulse, spasming and thrashing in the strong hands holding her down as she came, forced to endure mind-shattering orgasms in rapid succession as the relentless, insatiable beastmen surrounding her feasted on delicious female juices.

Just as one of the well-endowed male shapes was climbing over the feebly-struggling female, covering her, a deep-throated chuckle his only answer to her pitiful pleas for mercy, Brigid stepped out from behind the rocky crown that obscured direct line-of-sight to the center of the vast cavern-coliseum. Looking down at last, Brigid realized her error…and her peril: these weren’t canids – they were hyenas! This realization came to her fully as her eyes fixed on the tight-muscled, spotty butt of the beast covering the helpless, squirming zebra woman under him, right before his butt dropped, tail flagging, baring his heavy-looking balls, and she screamed again, her whole body spasming in the throes of another forced orgasm, while the male grunted at the obvious tightness of the cumming woman under him, before grinding his hips with an especially cruel grin, baring all his strong, sharp teeth as this action made the zebra’s feet curl, her eyes rolling back into her head as she surrendered herself to violation, made all the more intense from the pleasure that accompanied it.

Now Brigid could take in the whole scene taking place in the cavern, above and below, and what she saw both horrified her…and made her feel more than a little moist beneath her khaki shorts. Down in the coliseum, there had to be a hundred or two, at least, of the spotty hyenas, every one of them naked, and all but a score or so very, very obviously male, though Brigid had to pause on this point for a moment: the female hyenas, after all, though fewer in number, sported wood that was easily the equal, and often far in excess of that possessed by the males. Vaguely, Brigid recalled reading something somewhere about how hyena females had genitals shaped specifically to mimic a male’s penis. The memory also included the factoid that many hyenas suffered difficulty giving birth because of this feature. While Brigid could see, even from her somewhat distant vantage point, that the she-yenas below her sported a distinctly phallic clitoris as well as a far more normal-looking vagina just beneath, all the same, she couldn’t help but notice the disparity between the sexes. No wonder the hyenas had turned to other beast races for sexual relief: there just weren’t enough females of their own kind to go around, and based on the size and obvious musculature of those females she could see, Brigid doubted that any of those she-yenas would have to put up with anything she didn’t want to do.

Surveying the scene, reclining on a throne of elephant bones, was a she-yena, even taller and more muscular than the females down in the wide expanse of the coliseum before and below her, a wide and wicked grin on her face as she casually stroked her calloused feet over the bare back of the naked giraffe girl on all-fours in front of the throne. The beautiful young female had her head down, a look of ultimate sorrow and defeat on her face, as well as a deep embarrassment as she didn’t resist those questing toes as they stroked over her bare cunny, drawing a pitiful whimper from the helpless girl.

Brigid soon realized that the giraffe girl was probably trying to avoid looking at the dozen or so wooden poles thrust into the numerous cracks in the rock around the edge of the crater. Most of these poles were unoccupied, though there were ropes indicating that they had been until quite recently. Only two of them still had occupants: a sweet-eyed zebra filly, and a dainty young gazelle, both of them staring in horror and embarrassed arousal at the edge of the pit, where a tight-muscled young wildebeest girl was standing, her feet held right on the lip, while a well-muscled (and even more well-endowed!) male hyena with wild, slightly out-of-focus eyes and a wide-open mouth completing his vacant expression held her arms firmly, keeping her slightly off-balance, so that all he needed to do to send her tumbling into the abyss was to let go.

“P-please!” begged the teen calf as the manic hyena stroked a hand down her taut-muscled tummy, and then between her legs, switching to the local variant of Swahili (which, thankfully, Brigid could understand, at least mostly). “Please, don’t put me in the pit! Don’t rape me! Please, just let me go…ah!”

Her words were cut off as the wild-eyed hyena began grinding the heel of his palm between the wildebeest’s thighs, holding her wrists with the other hand, rubbing a heavy, brown-skinned erection against the curve of her toned buttocks that would have put most zebra stallions and wildebeest bulls to shame. She squirmed and writhed in his grip, her voice raised in loud, pitiful moans and gasps as his hand started to move harder, faster, working his fingers as well as his palm hard against her most sensitive places.

“You see what happens when you don’t stand watch?” the queen-yena taunted the giraffe (also using Swahili), who gave a soft sob that soon turned into a whimper as the hyena began rubbing her shin into the cleft of the tall, willowy girl’s sex. “That’s what you giraffes are supposed to do, after all, to keep all the smaller people safe. But no, you wanted to fool around with your three friends there instead, and because of your failure, your whole tribe had to suffer the consequences.” The queen of the hyenas grinned toothily, forcing the big toe of her other foot into the poor young giraffe’s unresisting mouth as she closed her long-lashed eyes with a sniffle of despair. “You have only yourself to blame for everything that you’ve witnessed: your gazelle friend’s sisters; your zebra friend’s mother; almost a third of your wildebeest friend’s family; to say nothing of those lovely elands…mmm.” She worked her shin harder into the giraffe’s cunny while lightly caressing her rigid erection, throbbing right above her otherwise humanlike, black-lipped pussy. “If your mother hadn’t been paying attention, your entire tribe would be our slaves right now. They still might be, since we’ve got their scent now. We’ll start hunting that long-legged hottie and all the rest of them soon enough…right after we’ve properly broken in all our new slaves, that is.”

She lifted a hand, gesturing casually to the wild-eyed male holding the squirming wildebeest girl, her eyes already glazed, her thighs trembling, the stone at the lip of the ledge dark and glistening with her copious juices.

“Throw her in, Ed.”

Hiding behind a rock, just out of sight, Brigid gasped in horror as the wildebeest girl gave a wild scream, then tumbled over the edge, while the big-cocked hyena giggled like a maniac, leaning over to get a better view of the poor girl’s fate. Brigid also couldn’t help but let her eyes follow the falling girl, unconsciously leaning forward to see everything. Inwardly, she felt a sense of immediate relief as she saw the flailing wildebeest girl land, not on the hard, cracked volcanic stone of the cave floor, but in the coils of a crude but sturdy rope net. That relief, though, soon turned to horror (and a sense of guilty arousal) as the net promptly began to lower toward the cave floor, a pair of madly giggling hyenas working a winch nearby, their eagerness just increasing in proportion to the poor girl’s cries of terror as she descended toward the outstretched arms of the waiting hyena horde below.

No longer distracted by the sight of the hyena queen and her prisoners, at least for the moment, Brigid covered her mouth to stifle a loud gasp as she saw the full extent of the hyenas’ handiwork. Just as the she-yena leader had hinted, graceful, long-necked elands lay next to exhausted, panting wildebeest, and both lay next to dainty little gazelle beauties, male and female (for male gazelles were often as beautiful as the females) and exquisite zebras with looks of despair on their lovely faces. These, Brigid realized, were the “discards,” the ones who’d endured an orgy the likes of which she could only begin to imagine, the pussies of the females stretched and devastated, the tailholes of all the prisoners gaped and ruined, and all their tender holes leaking copious hyenaspunk, more of it spattering their well-groomed fur. These poor creatures had been abused for what had to be hours, ravished by the merciless tribal hyenas until they’d given out, then tossed aside when fresh victims were added to take their place.

The calf saw everything Brigid saw, and more, her eyes wide as she saw the vacant expressions of the few that were still more-or-less conscious. Then, as the two hyenas manning the winch that had lowered her into the pit seized her arms, dragging her toward the writhing mass of furry bodies near the middle of the pit floor, she gave a wail of terror, struggling desperately with all her might against the mighty-thewed hyenabeasts gripping her tightly. Her only answer to her desperate, nearly incoherent pleas for mercy was the wicked laughter of the hyenas (a sound that simultaneously sent a chill down Brigid’s spine, and made her involuntarily quiver slightly between her legs), before she was shoved to her knees before an ugly, heavily-scarred male. Just as she opened her mouth to scream again, the brute silenced her cries by forcing his cock into her muzzle, taking firm hold of her horns so she couldn’t pull away, while others of his fellows surrounded the poor, doomed wildebeest calf, laughing and cooing eagerly as they caressed her body with their large hands, long, broad tongues and hungry muzzles sucking and slurping on tender, naked flesh as she surrendered herself to her oral violation with a final moan of ultimate despair.

“I wonder which of her virgin holes they’ll split open first,” chuckled the she-yena queen with such casual cruelty, even as she gave the giraffe she was using as a footstool a nudge around her shoulder, signaling the doomed girl to turn so that she was facing away from the large-breasted and larger-cocked female, gritting her teeth as this positioned her head almost directly above one of the numerous fissures in the ground around the throne of bones, a soft hiss of escaping gasses audible even to Brigid’s human ears.

“Breathe deep, slave,” the hyena queen commanded, bending forward to seize the giraffe’s flawless, heart-shaped bottom in both powerful hands, finger digging into the sleek, splotchy orange fur. “Just like your friends wriggling with their backs to the poles. The more you breathe in, the more horny you’ll get, and the more,” she leaned forward even more, until her muzzle was only a short distance from the helpless girl’s pristine holes, “pliable.”

Biting her lower lip, Brigid swallowed, then licked her lips as she crouched behind her rocky hiding place, unable to resist squirming as the hyena queen bent her muzzle close to the defeated giraffe’s upturned tushie.

“Please,” the giraffe girl begged softly, her voice astonishingly sweet to Brigid’s ears as she lay her chin right next to the fissure in the ground, letting the watching human see the slight distortion in the air from the gasses coming up from deep within the earth thanks to the giraffe’s fur as a backdrop, not resisting as the hyena brushed her tail aside to better nuzzle against the treasures Brigid couldn’t see thanks to the swell of the giraffe’s bum. “Please, if I submit willingly – if I do whatever you want – will you spare my two remaining friends? Let them go, and I promise…I’ll never try to escape. I’ll be your willing slave for all the rest of my life. It’s not like you can use them for breeding, and you’ve already got plenty of other…other playthings,” she added, her inner ears coloring at the implications of her words since, after all, the playthings in question were her friends and family. “What are two more, when you can have at least one who’ll obey your every whim without coercion?”

The giraffe’s words were punctuated with another wail from below: the wildebeest girl was kicking her legs desperately as she was being lowered, nice and slow, onto the glistening prick of the male she’d been forced to orally service. With him holding her thighs splayed far apart, his hands gripping just underneath her knees, it was easy to see that he was stretching her tight black bottom to its uttermost limits. Then the view was partially obscured as another male hyena, one of the ones who’d worked the winch earlier, knelt between her legs, fisting his heavy brown-skinned erection as he slotted it into place, then thrust forward, his entire body tensing at the obvious tightness of the loudly lowing gnu girl, big, swollen penis bending for just a moment before the rounded, mushroom-capped head popped inside. Once the head was inside, of course, the rest of the girthy shaft soon followed, the hyena cursing loudly in a combination of Swahili and his native language, while the poor calf lost the ability to use words completely, her toes curling as she was reduced to bestial moans and grunts as her body was stuffed to capacity and just a little bit beyond.

Suddenly the giraffe gave a startled yelp as the hyena queen’s hand came down on her buns with a loud smack, before she scooped up a nearby coil of rope, and swiftly trussed the splotchy-furred girl like a suckling piglet, making sure to lash several loops around the giraffe’s long, graceful neck, then cinch the other end to her ankles, keeping her firmly on all-fours, her head directly over the fissure.

“Once you’ve breathed enough of that stuff,” the she-yena sneered, “you’ll do whatever I want anyway, slut – you, and your two sexy friends. It’s saturated most of the air down in the pit, which is why none of your tribemates had a chance and why, after they’ve taken ten or twenty cocks in each hole, they’ll be broken, obedient little slaves for the rest of their lives. And as for breeding,” another light chuckle as she gave the giraffe’s bottom a final, actually gentle caress before standing up. “We might have some trouble knocking up you hoofgirls, but I assure you, we don’t have any trouble at all filling the baby basket of a human.”

Brigid’s eyes widened, her mouth gaping open as the hyena queen’s eyes fixed on her own, a cruel smile spreading across her predatory face! Where was that crazy-eyed male from before? The one with the cock big enough to stretch and elephant – the four-legged kind? He was nowhere to be seen…

“Banzai, Ed,” the she-yena said commandingly. “Get her.”

In two heartbeats Brigid stood up, muscles tensed as she got ready to run…but even that short amount of time was far too late. Powerful hands seized her arms, two on each side, and she could only squirm ineffectually in the grip of the males holding her, one on either side. There was the mad-eyed hyena, Ed, and the huge, muscular brute with the sarcastic, confident smirk had to be the one called Banzai.

“Where you want her, Shenzi?” Banzai asked, even as the pair frogmarched Brigid forward with ease, almost as though she wasn’t putting all the strength in her well-toned body into the fight against them.

“Oh, over there somewhere,” replied the ‘yena-queen with the casual indifference of someone who knows they’ve won before the fight even started, motioning toward a long, flat natural table of rock, which was run through with a series of tiny cracks, through which green light leaked from below. And light wasn’t the only thing leaking up: as she was dragged to the table, Brigid could hear the soft hissing of more of that strange gas that Shenzi had talked about. What would it do to her? How long could she resist…or could she resist at all?

“You can’t willpower your way against a drug, silly human,” chuckled Shenzi as she idly sashayed toward where Brigid was being held in front of the table, looking down in trepidation as she considered her chances. “It’s all a matter of body weight and simple chemistry. I’d think you ‘civilized’ weaklings would know that better than us savages.” She stepped between Brigid and the table, cupping the redhead’s chin in one strong hand, her eyes flicking appraisingly up and down the human girl’s body, her smile widening in approval. “I can see there’s at least one thing you civilized sluts do right, though: you grow gorgeous sex meat!”

The he-yenas to either side of her suddenly tugging on her arms, forcing her back to arch, thrusting out her chest, Brigid grit her teeth as her body was suspended, taut, defenseless, unable even to kick out in her present position, because that would have made her lose her balance instantly. Shenzi knew it, too, and took her time as she started to unbutton Brigid’s khaki blouse, eyes wide with eagerness, while her male minions (her “alpha males,” Brigid recalled, remembering something about the way the four-legged sort of hyenas ran their packs…no, a group of hyenas was called a “cackle,” not a pack) ogled every inch of swiftly-exposed pink skin as it was revealed to their greedy eyes. Their tongues soon lolled out (at least Banzai’s did; Ed’s just sort of…lolled out more), and they made no attempt to conceal their lustful drooling as Shenzi slipped her hands into Brigid’s unbuttoned shirt, then under the hem of her sports bra. A little bit of shuffling, during which Brigid struggled a little more fiercely, but all in vain against the surprisingly competent males gripping her arms, and both shirt and bra dropped to the ground, baring Brigid’s pale-skinned cleavage.

“I guess it’s true what they say about redheads,” Banzai quipped, leaning his head in close to snuffle briefly at one full handful of breastflesh, but swiftly pulling his head back at a glare from Shenzi, not quite managing to touch the human girl’s bare skin with his tongue.

“Very pale,” Shenzi murmured with an obviously pleased nod, her fingertips teasing over the washboard bumps of Brigid’s belly, then smiling when she noticed the human girl’s shiver. “And very sensitive. Now, what treasures might lie hidden behind this pointless covering?”

With dexterity that was surprising considering the size of her hands, Shenzi smoothly undid Brigid’s top button, then slid down the zipper on the front of her shorts, before slowly kneeling, peeling the khakis down at the same time. All three hyenas’ eyes widened, then, as all of Brigid was revealed…including her lush bush of curly pubic fluff.

“So you humans do have fur after all,” Shenzi whispered, letting her fingers play through the escutcheon of Brigid’s pubes. She cocked her head as the curls indented, then bounced back, easily as thick and resilient as the hair on Brigid’s head, if not even more. Somehow, Brigid suspected that Shenzi had never seen a redhead before (not that surprising, considering how deep into Africa they were), and it was obvious from the three throbbing erections to either side and in front of her as well that they were very interested by that exotic feature. So interested that they seemed mesmerized, filling Brigid with momentary hope. After all, if they stayed distracted long enough, perhaps she could find some way to…

Then Shenzi slipped an experimental finger into Brigid’s folds, already more than a little moist from the excitement of the forbidden scenes she’d witnessed before in the pit, and could still hear taking place, as orgasmic wails rose from its depths, signaling the final surrender of new hyena slaves to their fates. For a moment the redheaded girl sucked in breath, frozen by the shock of that new touch in her most sensitive of places. But then Shenzi started to arch her finger in a skilled inner caress, and Brigid couldn’t hold still anymore. Crying out, she arched her hips forward, then squirmed frantically when that questing finger found her G-spot, and began to do obscene things to her insides, turning them all gooey.

Once again that predatory light was in the eyes of the three hyenas surrounding her, and Brigid knew her one solitary moment of opportunity had passed for good. Shenzi looked up at her, showing all her shining teeth and her blood red tongue as she grinned in hellish anticipation of the fun she and her favorite males were going to have with their prey.

“Ravish her,” she ordered.

There was no point in struggling, but Brigid resisted all the same, crying out loudly as the two muscular hyenas lifted her up with ease, then lowered her onto her back on the stone table. Beneath her, she could feel the warm air of the strange subterranean gasses escaping to the surface, carrying their strange aphrodisiac effects with them. Before she’d realized what was happening, when Brigid drew in a breath to continue her cries, she gasped instead, getting a heady lungful of the stuff. It was so powerful, so potent, that for a few critical seconds her mind went blank, her eyes blinking as she felt her entire body start to feel flushed, her belly aching in a way she’d never experienced before. In those scant few seconds, Banzai and Ed wasted no time, and swiftly lashed Brigid’s wrists and ankles to the corners of the table, spread-eagling her face up as she began to squirm in horrified realization as she managed to push through the initial shock of exposure.

“No!” she screamed, gyrating in a manner most fetching to the three watching hyenas, who grinned wickedly, showing their sharp teeth…and then closed in.

“Oh yeah,” growled Banzai, slapping his horse-sized dick between the human girl’s breasts, his brush tail rasping against the tender flesh of her washboard tummy as he grabbed the well-formed mounds, squeezing them tightly together, forming a snug cushion around his shaft. His toned butt tensing along with his own solidly-sculpted belly, Banzai started to thrust his heavy, dark shaft forward and back, titty-humping Brigid eagerly, leaking copious precum all over her chest and neck and even shooting a few short spurts right onto her pretty face as he wasted no time in starting to maul and roll her breasts between his fingers, somehow managing to stimulate her nipples even as he made the decent-sized mammaries into plump sex toys.

Shenzi wasted no time either, seizing the inner thighs of the struggling, helpless human on the table, not bothering to even try and resist breathing in a good dose of that heady lust-inducing gas herself. No, she reveled in the way it made her feel, in the rush of pure euphoria and the awakening of the most primal parts of her brain. She’d noticed that, even after she was away from the gas, it enhanced her senses, making her more alert, more swift to react in the hunt or in times of crisis. While she couldn’t know what its exact effects were, the alpha hyena was smart enough and educated enough to figure out that it caused some sort of awakening of the “lizard brain” parts of her mind, allowing her to act and react as though she were an especially primitive beast, relying on instincts first without reason or second-guessing to get in the way. Besides these effects, useful on the hunt, or to avoid the bigger, stronger lions who were their chief competitors, of course, the gas also made sex absolutely incredible!

The human would soon discover this for herself, Shenzi decided, resolving to properly break the pale-skinned hottie’s resolve forever. She was going to make this gorgeous human babe squeal like a warthog in heat! With this firm determination in her mind, Shenzi buried her muzzle between the girl’s thighs, greedily – hungrily – lashing the whole of the girl’s gash with her broad, smooth tongue, slurping loudly as she orally mauled the redhead’s puffy outer lips with all the brutality Banzai was showing to her breasts. Soon, when the girl’s hips started to jerk, her legs kicking as she sought for some sort of purchase, but unable to quite get it as Shenzi flicked her tongue over her clitty at just the right moment, making her spasm as her focus was lost once again, Shenzi began adding fingers below where her tongue was working, twisting them at just the right angle as she fed first one, then another, and then another digit into the redhead’s sizzling hot inner depths. Only a short time with this sort of treatment was needed to have the girl squealing just as Shenzi had predicted, the gas as well as the skill of the one doing the ravishing, coupled with the sensuous savagery of the moment, all together conspiring to break down the writhing human wench’s resolve…and soon to have her squirting into Shenzi’s muzzle as she engulfed the girl’s upper sex entirely in her mouth!

As for Ed…well, Ed was a freak, of that there was no question. He’d grabbed Brigid’s hair, wrapping its copper curls around his heavy shaft. Unlike Banzai, who had the tone expected of a thick-muscled endurance runner and tribal warrior, Ed was more burly, even sporting a bit of a musclegut. His penis, though, was huge, enough to intimidate even Shenzi, or at least it had, until she’d gotten used to it. Most of the time, she had Ed use it to break in zebra mares they took prisoner, or the occasional buffalo, hippo, or elephant girl that strayed too far from the herd. Right then, Brigid turned her head one way, and was presented with Banzai’s pistoning shaft, spattering her chin and cheeks with thick, fat droplets of precum. Turning her head the other way, and she could clearly see Ed’s fat, dark glans only scant fingerspans from her face, thrusting through the curls of her coiled red hair, which was now wrapped tightly around the girthy, vein-covered shaft. Banzai’s weapon was more smooth, a fairly uniform dark brown color, while Ed’s…Ed’s cock was a knotty, veiny bludgeon, bloated, even downright ugly! It was a primitive weapon of sexual destruction, and the mere sight of it made Brigid’s insides flutter. But was that feeling from fear…or excitement?

If only these filthy animals didn’t stink so bad! The smell made it almost impossible for Brigid to gather her thoughts, to somehow formulate a plan of escape even in the midst of her dangerous situation. Worse still, the smell had a seriously intoxicating quality, sort of like cheap rotgut: it might smell terrible and taste even worse, but boy did it have a kick to it! Brigid’s brain was enduring just that sort of a “kick,” a deeply-instinctive hormonal response to the thick, potent musk of two healthy, virile males.

Suddenly, so suddenly she didn’t have any warning before it was upon her, Brigid’s whole body was spasming in orgasm, bucking, jerking as Shenzi suckled almost directly on her clitoris, her tongue arching out beneath it, into her quivering depths, joining the fingers hard at work there. Coupled with the scent of the two males humping her boobs and hair alike, with the sight of their heavy organs, of their expressions as pleasure wracked their bestial faces, Brigid opened her mouth wide to scream…and got it filled with thick, powerful-tasting hyenacum instead!

Grunting as he came, Banzai’s harsh, masculine whine joined Ed’s manic giggle as the mad hyena’s elephant breaker (or so Shenzi liked to call his massive mutant meat missile) started to squirt as well, leaving a cream glaze in the girl’s hair, while Banzai made sure to coat both her breasts equally well, hoisting himself up onto his knees over the human just to make sure he could properly aim as he jerked his cock through its spasms of orgasm. Marking her. Making sure their scent would be on her for hours, maybe days if she didn’t get access to strong soap before then.

Breathless now, Brigid simply lay there on the cracked table, her cum-splattered breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath (and in the process breathing in still more of that strange aphrodisiac gas). She didn’t have the energy after her recent mind-numbing orgasm to react, or even to move as the hyenas slid off the table, circling her, untying her. Had she been able to think properly right then, she might have entertained notions of escape. Escape, however, was the last thing on her empty mind. Pleasure, in fact, had robbed her of every thought, leaving her instead to simply feel the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her psyche in the same way they did through her still-twitching body.

What a sight she must make!

That was the only almost coherent thought Brigid could gather together as she lay there, growing steadily more aroused the longer she was left in the potent presence of those strange green-glowing cracks dotting the table beneath her. She didn’t have a chance, and she knew it now, knew that there was no point in resisting any further: the hyenas had her right where they wanted her, and there would be no escape.

Turning her head, Brigid looked at the bound and helpless zebra filly and antelope calf bound to their respective stakes, their heads down as they moaned softly, the wooden wedges between their legs, driven into the poles to which they were tied for the specific purpose of squeezing tightly against their tender, dewy cunnies glistening with their juices. Their eyes were glazed, and Brigid doubted that they could even see her, despite looking straight at her. The giraffe, on the other hand, still had the light of sapience in her eyes, and when Brigid’s roving gaze caught those eyes, she received a look of deep sympathy as well as empathy: the willowy youngster had a good heart, and wished no ill on anyone, certainly not the doom the hyenas had planned. All the same, she knew that she was doomed, as were her friends, as was Brigid. Knew it, and accepted it with meek submission. There would be no escape for her, only pleasure until her mind broke and her will was shattered forever, leaving her a nearly mindless pleasure slave to the whims of these vile-smelling, spotty-furred savages.

A sense of defiance rose up in Brigid, and she grit her teeth, summoning up all her remaining reserves. Maybe she couldn’t fight the aphrodisiac pumping through her veins, but she’d be darned before she gave up without a fight against her captors!

Sweat bathing her cum-splashed body, Brigid rolled onto her belly, still gritting her teeth tightly, her muscles taut with exertion. Everything within her simply wanted to give up, to surrender to the pit of pleasure that now yawned wide before her, waiting to engulf her in its depths, but she fought on all the same. Grunting, she pushed herself up onto all-fours, and then began to crawl forward, sweat in her eyes obscuring her vision, as did her long, curly hair, matted now with the torrent of cum Ed had soaked into her tresses, making her look as though she’d been caught in a monsoon.

All that resolve was suddenly shattered into a loud squeal as a heavy hand came down on Brigid’s upturned backside with a loud smack! against her sensitive skin. Another swift spanking came down, followed by the maniacal giggle of Ed as the filthy, spotty-furred bastard deliberately aimed his palm so that it impacted directly against Brigid’s exposed, defenseless pussy, again…and again…and again, and more, until Brigid’s whole body squirmed, held in place despite herself as Ed’s other hand grabbed her hair, gripping it tightly, keeping her from escaping the royal reddening he was giving her fine, firm tushie with psychotic gusto!

Buns burning, practically glowing, pussy puffy and aching, Brigid slumped forward onto the table the moment Ed released her hair, sobbing in despair. She’d put her all into that final, defiant attempt, and she’d been so easily overpowered, without the vile beast who’d done it even trying hard! She didn’t have long to lie there, however, before those now-familiar strong hands seized her, lifting her, dragging her forward, her legs too limp to support her own weight. Somehow managing to lift her head, Brigid saw that Shenzi was back on her throne of bones, grinning wickedly as she spread her legs, fully exposing her swollen black sex, frankly gushing with moisture from her arousal, her massive phallus fully erect above the soaked slit. Of course, Brigid was able to see all of this very clearly indeed, because that’s exactly where Banzai and Ed were dragging her!

“Ed has a thing for anal sex,” Shenzi commented with such casual cruelty as Brigid was dropped to her knees, before Ed gripped her hips, kneeling behind her, grabbing her butt, rolling the firmly-muscled cheeks, then kneading them, drooling like the mad thing he was, while Banzai slid in front of her, his muzzle greedily slurping on her aching tits, his rough hands mauling them at the same time, squeezing them, letting her nipples stick out through his fingers only to be lashed cruelly by his tongue. “That elephant splitter of his will just ruin you. And Banzai…heh, he’s gonna knock you up. You’ve got no rubbers, no diaphragms, no protection of any kind at all, so he’s gonna squirt a spotty-furred baby right into your belly, and there’s nothin’ you can do about it.” She grinned wickedly, already starting to tremble with the laugh that was building within her. “That’d look great on the tourist brochure: ‘Visit the Elephant Graveyard! Take home a souvenir, courtesy of your hyena tour guides!’ And then it’d have a row of human hotties, smiling at the camera, wearing too-tight khakis, and all of ‘em sporting nice, big baby bumps!”

Anguish on her face, Brigid opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to…well, to do anything as the evil savages laughed, Shenzi’s and Banzai’s deep-throated chortles merging strangely with the rapidfire giggles of Ed. She didn’t get the chance, though, because Banzai took that moment to roll fully onto his back, pulling Brigid with him as he arched his hips, his swollen cockhead catching in the cleft of her cunny, before she sank down onto him, all the way to the roots.

“Oh yeah, babe!” grunted the he-yena, baring his teeth in a rictus of pleasure as he stroked his calloused hands down her body, from boobs to butt, making her supple flesh jiggle in all the best ways, before he grabbed her buns tight, squeezing them firmly, then rolling them apart, baring her snug pink pucker, still glistening from the spit-lubing Shenzi had given it when she’d been tonguelashing Brigid’s pussy. “You’re tight! I’m gonna knock you up with a baby so big, it’ll split you in half when you squeeze it out!”

“She’s about to get a lot tighter,” Shenzi quipped, reaching out to catch hold of Brigid’s copper curls, gripping her firmly, then pulling her toward the she-yena’s waiting cunt. “And Ed’s gonna split her in half right now!”

“Aw no,” Brigid whimpered as she felt Ed lining himself up, smearing his copious precum all over her anal ring as he prepared to violate her in the dirtiest possible way, her voice hardly above a pained whisper from the strain on her body and mind, looking up at Shenzi with a pitiful expression, even knowing she’d get no mercy from that quarter – she couldn’t help herself! “No…please, don’t let him stick it in me. Please!”

“Nice and rough, Ed,” Shenzi declared, thrusting her thumb down, even as Brigid’s eyes rose heavenward, as though begging whatever higher power might be listening for the mercy she’d never get from these savages.

Unlike Banzai, Ed didn’t grunt, or groan, or make any of the typical male noises to indicate pleasure. Instead, he giggled. And he kept on giggling, the sound wild and dark in her ears as his immense, blood-brown glans began slooowly stretching Brigid’s bottom open…until, suddenly, it popped past her sphincter. Lifting himself up slightly, Ed let gravity do almost as much work as his clenching buttocks as he drove himself into the feebly-squirming redhead, inch by impossibly meaty inch, until his balls were squeezed up against Banzai’s. Brigid could actually feel the two hyenas’ cocks pressing against each other inside her, separated only by what felt like the thinnest of barriers!

Finally – finally! – Brigid found her voice, just as both he-yenas stuffing her to capacity drew their hips back slightly, then slammed them forward, a loud clap of fur-on-flesh filling her ears as their bodies impacted against hers, making her breasts bounce with the force of contact. Before she’d even gotten out more than a half-instant of screaming, however, Shenzi chose that moment to pull Brigid’s head down, mashing her mouth against the she-yena’s pussy. As the full force of the poor human girl’s wail jolted straight into the alpha hyena’s sex, Shenzi’s whole body arched, and she yelped as she was jolted with an almost electric orgasm, taking the ultimate pleasure from Brigid’s expression of ultimate erotic torment.

“I can feel you through her,” she panted out breathlessly. “Do her hard, boys. Do her hard!”

And hard was how they took her! Mouth working involuntarily, trying to somehow articulate the full extent of sexual trauma she was experiencing as endorphins coursed through her system, forced orgasms hot on their heels, Brigid was unwittingly giving Shenzi plenty of stimulation, while Ed and Banzai began enthusiastically sandwiching her between them. Ed was especially eager, his tongue lolling out of the side of his wide-open mouth, his eerie, deep-throated giggling broken up into a strange cacophony like a skipping record every time his hips slapped Brigid’s heart-shaped, bikini-tanned buns, the paleness of her bottom soon turning to a bright, extra-sensitive red, even as he humped her with near-mechanical determination, every fiber of his being devoted to the sole task of ruining Brigid’s tender, toned bottom, her poor sphincter so badly stretched right then, it had become a smooth, white-rimmed circle around Ed’s massive prick.

Which wasn’t to say that Banzai wasn’t doing his level best to nail Brigid’s quim. Anything but! Panting and grunting harsh and deep in her ears, his balls slapping the backs of her inner thighs, the lead male made sure the tip of his cockhead kissed the gates of Brigid’s womb with every other thrust, alternating with gyrating his hips, making sure she felt every little bump and ridge of his seemingly smooth member, ensuring she couldn’t escape within herself, but was instead forced to remain fully aware, fully conscious, fully experiencing every moment of being gangbanged by these beasts. Those golfball-sized balls were heavy with promise, too, and Brigid knew it in her deepest, most instinctive self. What Shenzi had said was all too true: her womb was utterly undefended, the condoms in her fannypack discarded with the rest of her clothes, and in her present state she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had her period. If she was ovulating right then, or in the next day or two (at least that’s how long she thought she remembered sperm were supposed to survive in a girl…maybe hyenacum could last for longer!), then she was as good as knocked up already, considering how her inner walls kept spasming with every squirt of precum against her cervix. And even if she wasn’t then, she most certainly would be when Banzai finally came: balls that size had to produce a lot of jism!

“Harder, boys!” Shenzi wailed above Brigid, gripping the redhead’s curly hair in both hands. “Faster! Oh yeah…yeah, she’s cumming again…she’s cumming…I’m cumming…I’m cumming so…so…oh! OOOOH!”

Eyes wide, Brigid began to splutter as her mouth was filled with thick, musky hyenasquirt, the juices of a powerful, well-endowed female. It was so nasty! Gagging, gasping for breath, she tried to pull up, to pull away, but those strong hands seized her tightly.

“Keep eating my pussy!” Shenzi snarled, baring her teeth even as she grinned, forcing Brigid’s face right back against her gushing sex with a wild warrior’s laugh of cruel delight in the fate of an especially sweet prize.

Only barely able to breathe, her mind already clouded with the weird fumes of the place, Brigid’s eyes rolled back into her head, overstimulation finally catching up with her. Her last fully conscious sensation was the feeling of Banzai’s cock pulsing, his glans squeezed right up against her cervix, right before he started to gush like a firehose, every splash of cum sending ripples right to the core of her being, and from there through her entire body, sending her entire body into a powerful series of convulsions as red and black sparks played across her swiftly-fading vision. In the back of her mind, she heard the wild sound of Ed’s giggles as he, too, started to cum, even as he continued to relentlessly pound her bottom.

Only vague impressions lingered with Brigid through the haze that shrouded her brain after that moment, as the ordeals of the night finally overcame her. She knew she’d sucked off both Banzai and Ed, making sure to lick them squeaky clean at Shenzi’s command. Banzai’s cum had been slightly bitter-tasting, but Ed’s…well, actually Ed’s wasn’t that bad, almost sweet, with a rich aftertaste something akin to cream of chicken soup. And she definitely remembered Shenzi nailing her on all-fours up on the gas-leaking stone table, the green light below them seeming to flash behind Brigid’s eyes every time the she-yena screamed in orgasm over her, the ensuing increase in enthusiastic thrusting just driving Brigid to a sympathetic orgasm of her own before she could even think to resist. Resist! No, there was no chance to resist, not now, not ever. Brigid knew that now. Knew it, and accepted it.

She was coming to terms with her fate now, as she stood with her back to another of the wooden poles, a wedge of polished wood rasping against her raped raw cleft. The giraffe had been tied to her own pole, alongside her two friends, the three youngsters left “to marinate,” as Banzai had laughingly called it, while the three hyenas made their way down into the pit to check on their fellows and the night’s sexy prizes. Dangling limply against the bonds that held her, Brigid was robbed of all her strength, of all her will. She had nothing left to give, not in body or mind or spirit, and so she simply let her eyes sink half shut, her mind drifting in a place that was right between the inevitable orgasms that continued to wrack her defenseless body.

How much time passed? There was no way to tell, not with all the haze in the place obscuring the moon, the stars. Brigid had set out for the Elephant’s Graveyard just as night had fallen, letting her better follow the firelight she’d seen, but that had to have been hours ago – it had to have been! Would Saxon come and find her? Would anyone?

In this period of swiftly-fading hope in the midst of fading sentience, Brigid blinked. Had she heard something? Felt something? Yes! There were definitely fingers on the ropes holding her back against the pole, skilled and gentle. There was soft fur on the tops of those fingers, making it quite clear that they belonged to no human, but the fur was far softer than the coarse, almost bristly fur of a hyena. Some sort of cat, perhaps?

The last knot gave way suddenly, and Brigid almost tumbled flat on her face. She would have, actually, if not for the strong but gentle hands that were there to catch her, to help her stand, wrapping her arm over a strong but definitely feminine shoulder.

“It’s all right,” came a sweet, gentle voice that immediately made Brigid think of the platonic ideal of motherhood. “You’re safe now. I’ll get you out of here.”

The other three poles were empty, too, Brigid noticed through the haze that still shrouded her fevered brain, and she blinked at the observation. Noticing, the feline female holding her up, helping her to walk – stumble, really – toward the far wall of the defile, where a knotted rope dangled down from the craggy peak above gave a slight nod that Brigid caught out of the corner of her eye, her body still not coordinated enough to allow her to properly turn her head and look at her rescuer.

“Simba carried them up the rope,” explained the other woman, and somehow Brigid knew she was beautiful, whatever her species might be, just from her voice, from her stance, and from the way she carried herself. Even if she was ugly on the outside (something Brigid strongly doubted), she had a beautiful soul, and it shone through the fog over the human girl’s brain. “He’s getting them to safety. Though,” she giggled lightly, “I suppose we might keep them around for a while. While we’re not usually as rough about it as the hyenas, we lions are quite fond of wriggly young preygirls ourselves. Hmm,” she audibly mused, even as she carefully slung Brigid’s arms around her neck, hoisting the girl onto her back (and, in the process, not seeming to care in the least when Brigid’s hands closed on her pleasantly sizable breasts, each soft mammary covered in even softer peaches-and-cream-colored tannish fur. “Well, maybe until the fumes those hyenas fed them wear off, at least. That should be all right, I think.” Then she giggled, and reached up to gently shift Brigid’s grip to her neck. “We can play around later, silly, but right now you need to hold on tight.”

Doing her best to do as she was told, Brigid felt almost like she was flying as the beautiful, muscular lioness (for that was what she was, as her slowly-clearing mind began to recognize) easily climbed the rope, hand-over-hand, not even using her legs, despite bearing Brigid’s weight on her back (and Brigid, though she wouldn’t admit it, was relatively heavy – muscle, after all, weighed more than fat, and she was on the tall side for a woman). As they reached the top of the climb, Brigid felt the fresh air up there start to clear her head almost immediately, and blinked as she found she could stand on her own, if a little wobbly still, when the shapely lioness set her down gently.

“There’s a trail leading down from here,” the lioness instructed Brigid, offering a steadying hand, which Brigid gladly took. “It’s a bit of a hike, but we should make it in a half-hour if we start now. Oh, I’m Sarafina, by the way. I’m pleased to meet you. And you’re Brigid, aren’t you? We recently got a satellite dish – the only one within a hundred miles! – and on the days when it works, we lions enjoy watching your podcast. A great way for us to practice our English, if I do say so myself. We were especially excited when we learned that you’d be travelling down the southern stretches of the Nile, into the heart of Africa – probably the first ever people to travel the route, after the earthquakes some years back shifted its flow from northward to southward, and drove off most of our tourist trade besides. Considering how isolated we are out here, we could use all the publicity and exposure we can get. Um…you won’t let your little run-in with those hyenas affect your coverage of your trip to much, will you?”

As Sarafina had been talking, of course, they’d been walking. Brigid had found the physical exertion pleasant, cleansing, and the sweet voice of the well-endowed lioness just as pleasant…though perhaps not quite so cleansing. No, actually, that voice made Brigid feel quite dirty all over again. Ugh! And speaking of dirty…

“I…no,” she answered after some moments to gather her still straying thoughts. “Honestly, I can hardly remember much of what happened. Probably some lingering effects of…whatever they did to me.” Which was the honest truth: the memories of her recent ordeals were indeed fading swiftly, right along with the mind-numbing effects of the strange gasses they’d dosed her with. The memories, though “other things” remained as visible reminders. “But, um, I really need a bath or something,” she concluded, stumbling just a little.

“You poor thing,” Sarafina cooed, turning to catch Brigid, then lift the human girl in her arms, carrying her easily; Brigid didn’t resist, not after the weariness that had sunk into her bones. “Come on, I’ll carry you back to your camp. Simba said he’d drop off the things of yours that we found in the Elephant’s Graveyard before he’d go to reconnoiter with the other lionesses. We’ll get you all cleaned off there, and then I’ll tuck you into bed. What you need most right now is some good, healing sleep.”

Mmm, yeah, sleep did sound pretty good right then. Cradled close to those gorgeous, plush breasts, and in such strong but so gentle arms, Brigid had to admit, she felt awfully safe. Safe and relaxed. Maybe she’d just close her eyes for a little while. Not long, of course, just long enough to…

“There we go,” Sarafina’s adorably sweet voice snapped Brigid from sleep – and she realized that she had actually been asleep – before she tenderly set down the exhausted human girl on her sleeping bag. “Nice and safe. My goodness,” she exclaimed suddenly, standing over Brigid and surveying her, hands-on-hips and she blinked in astonishment. “You really are a mess! I hadn’t gotten a good look at you while I was carrying you, but I assumed you smelled worse than you looked, probably thanks to all those hyenas. Now, though,” she shook her head, then knelt next to Brigid, stroking a gentle hand down the other woman’s cheek. “Oh you poor, poor dear. But don’t you worry,” her hands slowly turned Brigid, who didn’t resist, feeling so safe and comfortable in the other woman’s care as she was settled onto her stomach on the soft, waterproof fabric of the sleeping bag. “I’ll have you clean in a jiffy, I promise.”

Curious as to what would happen next, but far too tired now to really think about it much, Brigid sighed in contentment as she felt the beautiful older woman’s hands on her back. Those fingers worked miracles! Not bad at all for a lionbabe in a loincloth…heh, or was it a _lion_cloth? Smirking at that bit of silliness, Brigid suddenly sucked in air as she felt the first rasp of the lioness’ tongue.

Of course Sarafina was using her tongue to clean Brigid off. What else would she use out there, without going to the river to gather some water? This way she’d avoid the crocodiles, too. And…actually, it didn’t feel half bad. Brigid had thought for a moment that Sarafina’s tongue would really rasp into her, like the sandpaper rough barbs of a four-legged cat’s tongue did, and knew that her skin was far too tender right then to handle that kind of abuse. But no, while the mature beauty’s tongue was rough, certainly, it had a more…rubbery feel to it, Brigid decided. Flexible, so it didn’t keep pressing in until it hurt, while still being firm enough to get the job done. Sort of like those rubber finger protectors she’d seen people who handled lots of papers use to get extra friction when flipping pages, but a little bit more pointy. Hee! Actually, that tongue kind of tickled, but in a way that felt pretty good.

Really good, Brigid admitted to herself, subtly pressing her body upward into each long, slow stroke of that wonderful, talented tongue as Sarafina made her way down the human’s smooth, trim-muscled back, starting at the spine, and working her way out and down from there. She felt Sarafina’s body shift, then straddle her, the lioness’ loincloth brushing against Brigid’s lower back as she bent over the prone human.

“You’ve got a lot of tension built up in your muscles,” Sarafina murmured. “It’s almost as bad as all the squirt, dirt, and cum covering you. Keep this up, and you might get a strain. We can’t have that.”

“Mmmm,” was about all that Brigid was able to say in reply as Sarafina fell silent again, putting that wonderful tongue of hers right back to work, then following up each stroke with another from her hands, kneading into Brigid’s supple, aching flesh. And she did ache all over, in places she hadn’t even realized, until the skilled lioness found them with the gentle pressure of tongue and hands. She moaned again as Sarafina slid down her body, hands gripping and then rolling her buttocks apart, before she felt hot breath on her tender places – very tender, as it turned out, for the moment she felt the first tickle of Sarafina’s whiskers, she couldn’t help but tense up, sucking in breath through her teeth.

“Sorry,” Sarafina apologized, leaning a little more forward to nuzzle the pert mound of one of Brigid’s buns. “You’re all stretched and red down here. Those hyenas really did a number on you. Thank goodness they at least did some foreplay, or you might’ve suffered some permanent injury. As it is, I think you should take a rest on having any penetrations back here for a few days at least. Nothing bigger than a tongue, or maybe a few fingers.”

“Then that shouldn’t cause any problems right now,” Brigid murmured, turning her head to give Sarafina a smile half-tired, half-seductive. “Why don’t you lose the loincloth? It’s not like it’s hiding anything. And it’s pretty obvious what you think about what you can see: you left a trail of your juices right where you’d just cleaned up.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Sarafina stammered for a moment, before Brigid rolled over and sat up, cupping the lioness’ chin with a gentle expression as she leaned in close.

“It’s all right, Sarafina,” she reassured the slightly flustered feline. “I want it too.”

Ed grinned, somehow keeping from giggling as Sarafina’s loincloth landed next to where he was crouched in the tall grass near the campsite. Instead, he reached out and snagged it: a souvenir of the night’s fun. There would be few who could blame the mad-eyed hyena as he began slowly fisting his big brown prick as he watched the beautiful, peaches-and-cream lioness end the kiss she’d shared with the human beauty, and start licking her way down Brigid’s front. Moaning loudly, Brigid didn’t resist as she was laid slowly onto her back, her back arching into each slow stroke of the tongue as Sarafina lapped up every dried splash of fluids the hyenas had left on her sensitive skin. Sarafina was methodical about the cleaning, and while this was fun for her as well as Brigid, it also had a definite purpose. Thus, it wasn’t until she’d made sure that Brigid’s face and breasts were both squeaky clean that she began to eagerly suck on the human woman’s erect nipples, and then to gnaw on them hungrily.

Brigid moaned at the stimulation to her breasts, gritting her teeth and sucking in air with a sharp hiss as Sarafina started tugging on one erect nipple with her lips until it ached, grazing the tender nub until it tingled – until it ached – before she shifted her attention to the other breast. Starting in a slow spiral, she watched Brigid’s face with mischief in her bright green eyes, and Brigid knew perfectly well that the hot lioness was teasing her!

“Don’t make me beg,” she almost whined, reaching out, engulfing Sarafina’s full breasts with her hands, squeezing them, palpating them, kneading them almost like the lioness’ own cubs surely had done in times past. Oh! And as Brigid rolled her hands, getting her fingers deep into the squishy breastflesh of the other woman, she couldn’t help but notice little droplets of milk leaking from the tips of each teat – even if she wasn’t showing yet, apparently the gorgeous lioness wasn’t just a MILF, but a mother-to-be as well. When she started to leak under Brigid’s vigorous stimulation, Sarafina bared her teeth, her head jerking up, before she gave a silent snarl, her expression playful despite her obviously predatory nature, before she began slurping greedily on Brigid’s other breast, just engulfing the aching mound with her wide muzzle, her tongue lashing frantically over the erect nipple.

Getting more aggressive now, and breathing hard with arousal, Brigid gripped Sarafina’s shoulders, her eyes telling just how much she needed this. Blinking, the peaches-and-cream lioness reluctantly yielded her muzzlelock on Brigid’s breast, a trailer of saliva connecting them for a moment longer, until it was Brigid’s turn to start sucking on Sarafina’s glorious mammaries. Eyes wide, the slits now almost perfect circles, the lioness moaned loudly, stroking one hand through Brigid’s copper-colored curls as the human girl greedily suckled on one dripping nipple, making it expand with suction in her mouth until it almost felt like a mini-penis under her tongue. At the same time, of course, she kept massaging Sarafina’s other breast, keeping it “warmed up” and ready for use when, eventually, she shifted to the other breast, and started to suckle there with just as much eagerness: lioness milk was pretty sweet, thick and buttery, and though there wasn’t much of it (she must not be too far along, Brigid reasoned, hence why she wasn’t showing just yet), what there was tasted heavenly.

As much fun as Sarafina was having, she simply couldn’t allow Brigid to be the one doing all the work. After all, she was the one who’d rescued the human girl. What she needed to do was get back the initiative…

“Sarafina!” Brigid cried out, hands digging into the dirt to either side of her sleeping bag as she suddenly relinquished her grip on the lioness’ breasts, legs shooting straight out as she started to tremble, her sleek skin bathed in a sheen of sweat in the camp’s firelight. It was easy to see why: Sarafina had slid a hand between Brigid’s thighs, her fingers caressing the tender, fur-framed slit of the redhead’s sex.

Unresisting, letting Sarafina do most of the work (for, turned on as she was, she was still pretty worn out from…whatever had happened to her up in the Elephant’s Graveyard; the memories were so very hazy, and just getting hazier with time, like the passing of a dream), Brigid watched with heavy-lidded eyes as the lioness lifted the human’s knees up, draping them over Sarafina’s shoulders, before her head went down. Cupping Brigid’s bottom, holding her hips angled upward, Sarafina carefully teased her tongue around the rim of Brigid’s sphincter, making the girl whine softly, her tummy getting tense. Once she quit wiggling, though, Sarafina pressed inward just a little harder, her green eyes watching Brigid’s face to ensure she wasn’t going too fast or being too rough as she began tilting her head from side to side, taking pains to work her tongue into the sexy redhead, raspy surface stroking against the abused fleshy ring, cleaning it thoroughly, tasting the copious thick hyenacum that had been deposited there. When she was just starting to finish up, she made sure to add a careful finger, giving Brigid something to clench down on while Sarafina gradually worked her tongue out, so as to hasten Brigid’s anal healing.

Taking a moment to wipe off her mouth and tongue, so as to reduce the likelihood of spreading anything unpleasant from Brigid’s bottom upward (though it was rather unlikely right then: Brigid’s bum had been pretty thoroughly cleaned out of anything that might contaminate her vagina; that was just how copiously the hyena who’d sodomized her had cum inside her!), Sarafina angled her muzzle upward, flicking her tongue lightly over the erect clitoris she could see so clearly before her. Almost immediately Brigid cried out, her whole body shuddering in Sarafina’s hands, jerking spasmodically, though not quite as energetically as before – Brigid was, after all, getting quite tired. After the first wave passed, and Brigid was able to relax a bit, Sarafina leaned in more firmly, her tongue parting and then delving into the human’s moist folds, tasting the remnants of hyenaspunk deep within her. Though Brigid continued to squirm, she didn’t go into spasms as powerfully as she had at first, having braced herself for the stimulation she was presently experiencing.

“Get your cute tush over here,” Brigid got out through gritted teeth. “I wanna give as good as I’m getting!”

Slitted eyes widening, Sarafina obeyed the human hottie’s demand, pulling back for a moment so that she could turn herself around, thrusting her tail end back at Brigid before going back to work getting the human’s tender insides as clean as she’d gotten her outsides. She wasn’t sure what a human could do with that tiny, unbarbed tongue they had, but she didn’t mind finding out one bit.

Hands rising, Brigid seized hold of Sarafina’s presented derriere, grinning in delight as she spread those nicely-toned buns apart, her thumbs doing the same to the puffy lionpussy just a short distance from her face. As light-colored as her peaches-and-cream fur was, it came as no surprise to Brigid to discover that Sarafina’s tailhole and cunny were a very light, delicate-looking strawberry pink. Delicate…and delicious! Licking her lips, forgetting her tiredness for the moment as she reveled in the exotic pleasure before her, Brigid spent just a long moment longer to memorize the sight of those achingly tight holes, framed in soft fur and an upraised, tufted tail. Then she dug in her fingers, getting a really firm grip, and almost mashed her mouth up against Sarafina’s cunny with a will!

Mewing in surprise, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment at the kitten-sound that devilish human had made her make, Sarafina blinked several times. Wow! Brigid was good at this! While she might lack the natural attributes of a lioness, or any of the other beast people who roamed the savannah, she more than made up for it with an ample amount of skill, and a double portion of enthusiasm. The girl liked to eat pussy! Forcing herself to focus on the task below her, rather than on the luscious squelching sounds coming from her own quim as the redheaded human greedily sucked on and licked at her inner folds, Sarafina thrust her own muzzle between Brigid’s thighs once more, and almost completely engulfed Brigid’s cunny in her muzzle. She’d show that naughty minx just what a lioness could do when provoked!

Wrapping the discarded loincloth around his dripping pole, Ed bit his tongue to restrain his typical manic giggle. This was hot! There was no pretense of cleaning anymore, not now – these two smoking hot babes were going at it with gusto! The human was working her tongue over the lioness’ clitty like there was no tomorrow, while feverishly rubbing the furbabe’s pussy vigorously until it started to pulse and quiver so powerfully, Ed could see it from his hiding place. The lioness, meanwhile, was holding the redheaded hottie’s labia splayed wide with her hands, while working her head up and down, sawing her tongue through the flushed and gushing channel of the other woman’s cunny. Not to be outdone, the human thrust two fingers into the lioness’ inner depths, and began to pump them hard and fast, curling them as she did so, an action almost immediately mirrored by the lioness as the two tumbled onto their sides, breathing hard, eyes glazed as they both started to buck their hips, slick juices squirting copiously from their frenzied cunnies as their entire bodies started to jerk and tense, clenched muscles clearly defined through supple skin and sleek fur.

Riding the moment, even as her body continued to jerk and buck and spasm, Sarafina demonstrated the true force of a lioness’ body and will as she pulled herself forward, away from Brigid’s mouth (and letting Brigid get in some good, deep breaths in the process), setting her mind on another erotic goal. Once she’d climbed partway down Brigid’s body, the peaches-and-cream lioness arched her downy-furry pubis downward, stroking her fur through the ruddy curls of Brigid’s pubes. Then, right at the apex of her slow thrust, Sarafina and Brigid both cried out, their bodies bucking against each other in powerful spasms of pleasure, as their clitties contacted and ground against each other. Lashing out with her hands, Brigid caught hold of Sarafina’s legs, humping against the gorgeous, green-eyed lioness with frantic determination, not willing to let go of the raw intensity of her near-orgasm until she’d reached a state of total satisfaction. This was enough to set off a fire in Sarafina’s tummy, and she cried out sweetly, broad footpaws flexing as they dug their claws into the dirt, getting traction as she pushed back against Brigid’s quim, while the human girl arched her hips upward, almost vertically, bracing herself against the dirt to either side of the sleeping bag by digging in her heels as she and Sarafina ground against each other frantically, their movements so vigorous, so fast, it was a wonder that their tightly-pressed pussies didn’t start to smoke!

Orgasms came hard and fast and almost silently now, save for soft grunts from both women, human and lioness. Sarafina was just getting started, of course, but Brigid…Brigid had been through a lot already, and soon she started to slump to the ground, the loving lioness making sure to let the girl down as gently as possible (though she was going to make Simba very sore indeed later on as compensation). When they both collapsed, panting hard, the human’s skin glistening, Ed was sorely tempted to pounce, right at the moment while they were both too dazed to mount an effective immediate defense. It had been far too long since he’d last had a captive lioness to abuse. Boy were they loud when he stuck his elephant splitter in their little pink tailholes! But Shenzi had been pretty clear about her orders, so Ed simply watched as Sarafina rolled herself around to cuddle next to Brigid, resting the human’s head on her plush breasts, before he took his cum-soaked loincloth and slid away into the deeper darkness of near-dawn.

After all, Shenzi knew who Brigid was too, and she knew what was likely to happen if the redhead made it back to civilization after a successful trip down the Nile. Hyena females had a hard time birthing more hyenas…but human females…ah, now there was a source of possibilities! After all, who would really notice if a busload or two of foolish tourist girls vanished into the savannah every so often? Africa, as everyone knew, was a very dangerous place.

*

Waking up had been hard, but Brigid hadn’t been nearly as sore as she’d thought she’d be. Actually, she’d felt pretty good. While Sarafina wasn’t with her when the light of late morning finally roused her from slumber, she’d somehow known that she was being watched over from the tall grass, and that she was safe.

Meeting again with Saxon had actually been harder, mostly because of the awkward sense that there were events that had taken place in the night that both of them weren’t sharing with the other. That, and regaining their lost momentum, of course. Once the boat was back in the water, however, well, that was all it really took for them to let all that emotional baggage get left behind, so they could just relish the thrill of adventure as they continued their wild journey, taking ample video footage as they went.

“To success!”

That had been a little over two weeks ago, and the humans sported much deeper tans, despite the sunscreen they’d both been sure to wear in the African heat. All the same, they both seemed to glow with the rush of success that came after an adventure as they clinked their mugs with that of the honey badger girl who’d first helped them through customs way back at the start of everything. She was off-duty right then, and the two humans really felt the need to share their glory with someone else, preferably someone cute and hot. Who better to fit that description that a pleasingly plump ratel girl who was already pretty easy to seduce, and just got easier when she had a beer or two?

“Our ratings are still rising,” Saxon reported, glancing at his phone (and grateful to have service back, one of the things he occasionally missed in the Earth’s wild places).

“And the advertising tie-ins are pouring in,” Brigid added with a glance at her own device, their eyes meeting.

“I, um,” the hoary-furred ratel girl stammered, before finally forcing herself to muster up enough courage to add to the conversation, “I’ve heard that several travel agencies have already started speaking to the tourist bureau. I’m supposed to be getting a promotion soon, and a transfer over to the new departments they’re forming. It looks as though you’ve really brought the start of a boom of foreign money to the countries of the African interior, Miss Brigid, Mister Saxon.”

“You can just call us by our first names, Melly,” laughed Saxon, meeting Brigid’s eyes, and waiting for her mischievous grin and nod in reply to his unspoken question before he reached over, resting a hand on the honey badger girl’s shoulder.

“Unless you prefer we call you Melissa, of course,” Brigid added, making the poor ratel look between the pair in bewilderment as Brigid added her hand to the naïve-seeming cutie’s other shoulder. “But right now I think it’s time for a celebration, don’t you think, Saxon?”

“I completely agree, Brigid,” Saxon affirmed, both humans moving their chairs closer to Melissa Badger’s, their thighs pressing against the outsides of hers, and though the restaurant where they were enjoying themselves had good air circulation, the overwrought honey badger was feeling very warm right then as their hands started to steal down her body. “And what better way to celebrate than on either end of a gorgeous honey badger babe?”

“That definitely sounds like a fine idea,” Brigid said with a firm nod, even as she slipped her hand into the waist of the wriggling Melissa’s nice skirt (since she hadn’t bothered changing out of her workclothes for the travel bureau).

“W-wait!” Melissa protested, though her voice sounded small and meek even to her, making her feel even more embarrassed, and even more helpless to resist the natural course of events. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“No,” Brigid and Saxon told her simultaneously, both of them grinning wickedly.

Less than half an hour later, Melissa the honey badger was naked in Brigid and Saxon’s hotel room, on all-fours on their bed, with the gorgeous, black-haired human guy gyrating his hips as he filled her very tight cunny with his more-than-sizable penis, a well-lubed finger toying with her tailhole while he whispered promises in her ear about how he’d claim her last virgin hole in the all too near future. At the same time, Brigid lay below her, her full breasts squeezed tightly against the naïve ratel cutie’s somewhat smaller cleavage, both their pussies squeezed tightly together, clitties connected, while Brigid showered her with kisses until the inexperienced honey badger’s whole world reeled.

Considering how absolutely hot her present situation was, Melissa had to admit: she was glad the pair hadn’t given her the chance to back out.

“I love Africa,” sighed Brigid in blissful contentment, right before her first orgasm of the night tingled its way down her spine.