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My name is Jeremy Wyren, and I am officially a sex slave.

After teleporting myself into a new world with magic I didn’t fully understand, slavers that looked like humanoid hyenas took me as their prisoner. They didn’t hurt me much in a physical sense, but they certainly pushed me to my limits. During the day we hiked through the harsh savanna sun, and during the night I got passed around like a joint. The leader made it clear she owned me, but always let the others have a turn. Each morning I woke up with a jaw sore from eating them out, fingers stiff from fingering them, and a dick rubbed raw from fucking them.

We were gradually making our way back to the city I’d seen on the northern horizon, which turned out to be the hyena’s home base. Along for the ride were two other captives: a young gazelle named Tazane, and a fierce lioness who was kept bound and muzzled at all times. The six slavers were able to keep all of us in line, mostly by putting manacles on Tazane and I and attaching them to their wrists. The lioness had her legs untied when we were marching, but at any other time, she was completely trussed up.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, and we were about a half day’s march from the hyena city. A few of the slavers started setting up the tents for the night, while two others got to work securing the rest of the slaves to a nearby tree. I was freed from the manacles, and I began helping one of the slavers who was putting up the tent. I could see her eyeing me hungrily as I approached, but she knew better to make a move without the leader’s permission. It didn’t help that all I was wearing was a scrap of cloth salvaged from my T-shirt; my jeans and underwear had been torn to shreds by the impatient hyenas, my socks had gotten so caked in filth that I’d had to toss them, and my shoes had been stolen by the leader because of their high quality. I felt vulnerable, and while I was setting up the tent, I could feel a sensual tension in the air. They’d all get to have their way with me once camp was set up and night fell, but I could tell they hungered for me now.

When the tents were all set up, I slunk off to the edge of the camp, sitting down and staring off toward the city. What fate awaited me tomorrow, when we finally reached the slaver’s base? Who would I get sold to, or would they keep me around as entertainment? The fact that they hadn't treated me as roughly as Tazane or the lioness suggested they were trying to keep me in pristine condition, and if that was true, then they probably wanted to make me seem appealing to a buyer. How much was I worth? A bit more than the average slave? A lot more? Who would be looking to buy an exotic slave, anyway? I shuddered at the thought of becoming the plaything of some sadist, or being handed over to a bunch of soldiers so they could use me for “morale.” Maybe I’d have to pleasure something boner-killingly ugly, some obese zero out of ten noble looking for something pretty to bang. Or, just perhaps, it could be some kind and benevolent virgin princess, beautiful beyond compare, who’d take pity on a poor slave and move heaven and earth to get him home, or better yet give him a new life in the lap of luxury.

Like that would ever happen.

Two paws landed on my shoulders, and a rough voice whispered in my ear, “Slave, come.” I looked over my shoulder and found the all too familiar sight of the hide skirt of one of the slavers, slightly pulled up in anticipation of what came next. I knew what she wanted, and I wasn’t stupid enough to say no again. I could still remember their gleeful, tittering, malevolent laughter as they held me down, quite literally smothering me with affection.

I slowly got to my feet, letting the hyena drag me by the wrist towards the edge of the camp. We moved into the tall grass, taking a sharp left once we were about ten feet in. After a bit more walking she stopped me, pressing down on my shoulders while scanning about for bystanders. I quickly kneeled, and without really thinking pulled up her skirt with one hand. Her snatch came into view as her legs spread apart, and I maneuvered myself to have my face right up against her vulva. She let out a soft sigh as my mouth pressed against her clit, and I began to suckle at her like I’d done so many times before.

Her feminine musk was all too familiar to me, and the feeling of soft, supple pussy lips rubbing against my own no longer excited me. I could taste that she was already getting wet, and I swore there was also the flavor of my own seed mixed in. A brief thought flashed across my mind of having a bunch of half-breed kids running around, one for each load I’d blown in a slaver. Maybe more than that, since animals always have a bunch of babies at once. My mind continued to wander as I licked, suckled, and fingered, the moans of my captor merely background noise. Her body continued to convulse, pushing me inward and begging for more. I could feel her muscles flexing, squeezing against my intruding fingers, trying to coax me even deeper into her warm, wet depths.

With one last muffled yowl, she pressed my face into her, trying to get me to see her all the way through. I obliged, of course, continuing to lap away at her groin like a loyal dog as her legs threatened to give out. She continued to squeeze down on my fingers with her pussy, moaning in ecstasy as pleasure wracked her body. Eventually, her orgasm came to a close, slowly fading as she pushed me back. She straightened her skirt, wiped away some of the juices still coating her snatch, then took me by the arm and led me back to camp. She looked around suspiciously before letting me go, then wandered off to one of the tents. I was left back where I started, alone at the edge of the camp with nothing but a head full of thoughts. With nothing better to do, I sat back down on the matted grass and went back to daydreaming.

I hardly had time to think, however, before Tazane sat down beside me. “Ah, Jeremy, you holding out?”

I let out a long, fatigued sigh. “For now. I don’t think I’ve slept more than a few hours in the past two days. How about you, what’s it like being second fiddle?”

Confusion twisted his brow for a moment, and I realized he’d have no clue what a fiddle was. Despite this, he seemed to get the gist of what I’d said, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Not bad… Naiile is gentle, not as rough as the big ones. She still want more, though, and I not say no, even when tired.”

From what I could gather, Naiile was the runt of the group; she mostly stayed in camp, cooking and cleaning while the others were out hunting. She was more or less forbidden from touching the high-value merchandise (meaning me), so she’d instead decided to mate with Tazane. From an outside perspective, it almost seemed like she saw him as something more than a sex slave, but I wasn’t too sure the feelings were mutual. “Huh. Sounds like she has a thing for you, don’t you think?”

“A thing? What do…” Enlightenment dawned on his expression, right before it twisted into confusion. “Oh… no no, she a slaver, she could not…” He turned around and faced me, still confused. ”You think so?”

”Eh, I'm not totally sure, since she’s a bipedal hyena, but I think she’s got the hots for you. Maybe you should ask her, see what she has to say.”

His expression went from befuddled to scared. “Talk with her? But… she a hiëna! She rip face off for talkback!”

I let out a short sigh. “Look, she’s hardly the alpha of the pack, and compared to the others I think she’s far less likely to maul you. Plus, if she does have feelings for you, I think she’d be more inclined to make out with you than to hurt you. Trust me; I’ve seen this sort of thing before.” ...in a few cheesy sitcoms my sister watched.

“Hmmm. Maybe…” The two of us sat together in silence, watching the sun gradually slide behind the horizon as we wondered what came next. Then Tazane turned to me, curiosity plain on his face. “Do the slavers have a thing for you?”

I scoffed a bit at the question. “Oh hell no, I think they just think of me as a living sex toy. There’s no romance whatsoever, just humping my dick until they cum and then feeding me that purple stuff for another round. Once they finish with me, there’s no cuddling or ‘I love you’s, they just leave me lying in the dirt.”

“I see…” He seemed to almost blush as he thought about something else, then turned to me. “When Naiile and me mate, sometime she hold me, really gentle… one time we-”

“Salamu, marafiki, nimepata chakula!” The two of us turned around to see a hyena approaching, and I was about to worry when I realized it was Naiile. She was carrying two bowls of steaming something, and once she got close, she handed the bowls to us. “Good news,” she said, sporting a small smile as she sat down in front of us. “Chief say we no can… breed with you, need you untired to present.”

The bowl had a small wooden spoon resting in some stew, so I picked it up and sampled the food. It seemed higher quality than what we’d been fed before, and I guessed it was because we were going to get auctioned off tomorrow. The warmth of the stew and the tenderness of the meat scraps floating in it was pretty comforting, making me think that tomorrow might not be that bad. “Thank you, Naiile,” I said after eating another bite, “This stuff is actually pretty good.” My sentiments were undermined somewhat by Tazane’s look of distaste for the meat, but the hyena still seemed to blush all the same.

“You welcome. Chief say too you lay in my tent this night.” This surprised me a bit; I didn’t think the slavers’ leader would want to risk having us alone with one of her subordinates; I figured if we were going to be sharing anyone else’s tent, it would be hers.

Tazane seemed to harbor the same sentiment and put down the bowl of stew. “Why we sleep with you?”

The hyena’s gaze drifted down to the ground as her expression clouded over. “I… sleep out. I not strong, I lose tent.” Tazane seemed to lose a bit of steam at this, making me feel like I should do something. But what could I… I could get the two of them together. I might have been in a foreign world inhabited by strange creatures, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t treat it like some soap opera.

"Hey, why can't the three of us share the tent?” Both of them looked to me, then looked back at each other. I could see the chemistry brewing in both of them, and decided to push it a bit further. “You two can share the bedroll, and I can sleep on the ground.”

Both of their faces were flushed with both embarrassment and arousal under their fur. “S-share?” Naiile stuttered, ”But, chief say-”

“Oh, screw the chief, don't you think you've been trodden on enough already?” Tazane looked about ready to offer himself up as the martyr, but my plans wouldn't be that easily thwarted. “And you, Tazane, aren't you tired of sleeping on the ground? Tomorrow we're going to be sold into slavery, so why not relax a bit tonight?”

They both looked to each other again. Naiile could see the opportunity, and Tazane was starting to warm up to her; they certainly seemed like they'd make a cute couple. “Okay,” Tazane said, ”We take the bed. I sorry there not room for three…”

I waved my hand downward in an “everything’s cool” gesture. “Nah, I'll live. I've been sleeping on the ground for the past few days, what's one more night gonna hurt?”

After another hour, I decided to hit the hay. Tazane was ushered into the tent after me before we were left alone, and about thirty minutes after the other slavers had gone to sleep Naiile snuck through the tent flap. I pretended to be asleep as she cuddled close to Tazane on the bedroll, whispering things I couldn't hear. What I could hear, however, was the sound of muffled moans and a bit of squelching. They went at it for a good half hour, then whispered to one another for another twenty minutes. Afterwards, the two of them quickly fell fast asleep in each other’s arms, and when I looked over I thought that the two of them looked like they truly loved each other. Tazane seemed small beside the hyena, and she had him pressed to her cleavage like an oversized stuffed animal. Every so often she would mutter something in her sleep, pulling him closer as she did so. I finally left the land of the conscious thinking about the two of them as husband and wife, and when I dreamed I imagined them consummating the marriage.

A good rest, a breakfast of gruel, and a three-hour match later, our party of slaves and slavers finally arrived at the hyena city. As I got closer, however, I realized it looked a lot more like a castle than a third-world city. The slightly crumbling walls looked too well crafted to be made by slavers, and the slapped together wooden reinforcements confirmed that the hyenas weren't the original owners. A few armed guards patrolled the walls, although they were too busy either chatting or sleeping to keep a proper lookout. The gate to the keep, a large entryway some twenty feet tall, had a drawbridge leading to it, although the drawbridge seemed like more of a normal bridge with the chains cut.

After the leader shouted and snarled her way through the gate guards, I got a good look at hyena society, and boy was it chaotic. The first thing I noticed was a band of cubs sprinting across the main road, chasing after one another in the timeless game of tag. It looked like most of the original construction was in the form of a massive shantytown, with angry residents of shacks and tents shouting at one another in their native language. Here and there I saw a non-hyena slave like a gazelle or a buffalo wearing skimpy burlap clothing, each seeming to avoid any eye contact as they went about their business. I also noticed that about half the hyenas I saw were wearing simple white robes, which seemed to be subservient to the ones in black dresses or leather armor. They looked smaller too, standing at about my height with thinner frames. I then noticed that none of the white-robed hyenas seemed to have breasts, while all of the black-clad ones had them. The truth of the matter still didn't click, however, until I saw a hyena in black armor growling at one in white robes, and my mind flashed back to that one time my mom had gotten quite drunk and had yelled at my dad. When she’d chucked that empty beer can at his head, her expression was precisely the same as that of the black-clad hyena, and I suddenly realized which sex was considered fairer in this strange land.

I didn't have time to examine the shanty town thoroughly, though, since the slavers quickly led me across another run-down drawbridge and into what must have been the castle’s inner keep. Here, there were many more females than males, and some of them were leading around prisoners. Others looked to be practicing with bows or spears, using either straw dummies or one anoth as targets. A large stone tower stood in the center, and as we got closer I could see rough metal cages lined up along the base. Most contained slaves, and a few had several smaller slaves crammed in together. One of them looked me in the eye, and right then I hoped to God I wasn't going to get stuck in there with them.

We stepped through a set of guarded wooden doors into the tower proper, and it was here that at the base that most of the slaves stayed behind. Naiile and Tazane shared one parting glance before left her, and something told me that this wasn't the end of their relationship. The leader of the slavers and two of her higher-ranking subordinates led us to a spiral staircase and took us all the way up to the top. Once there, we waited while the leader went through a heavy wooden door. I could hear a conversation, and it seemed that whatever lurked in the next room was scary enough to make the slaver leader quake with fear. After a minute or two she returned to the stairwell and ushered us through the door into what kind of looked like a cross between a throne room and an office, with a massive desk sitting in front of a high-backed chair. Trophies and maps hung on the walls, alongside one half-empty bookshelf. Several doors led off to side rooms, though I didn't know exactly what those rooms were.

In the high-backed chair that looked kind of like a throne sat the biggest goddamn hyena I’d seen so far, who would’ve stood at least seven feet tall if she’d gotten up. She had on an intimidating getup of dark leather and spiked metal armor, topped with a mockery of a tiara that looked sharp enough to kill someone with. The slaver leader and her two minions forced me, Tazane, and the lioness on our knees and made us look at the floor, then bowed deeply themselves.

“Hmmm, umepata nini kwangu wakati huu?” The voice came from the hyena sitting in the throne, deep and rough like sandpaper. I could hear her footsteps cause the floorboards to creak, and realized that she was coming towards us. “Kuchukua simba kwenye uwanja, angalia jinsi yeye anavyofanya kama mbwa wa mapigano.” I heard the hyena to my left hoist the lioness to her feet, quietly leading her back out the door. ”Ngome inaweza kwenda kupitia vipimo vya kawaida.” They led Tazane out as well, and I hoped he wasn't bound for the cages outside. The hyena boss stopped in front of me, and right then a fearsome chill traveled down my spine. ”And you…” I felt her paw on my chin, bringing me face to face with her malicious grin, “…are going to be staying with me.”

“Ah, jenerali?” The leader of the slavers who'd taken me sounded afraid, like the boss might rip her throat out at the slightest provocation. ”Je nitawalipwa?”

The boss replied without breaking eye contact with me. “Utalipwa kikamilifu mara moja najua thamani yake.” The last slaver took this as her queue to leave, and I heard scrambling footsteps as she hurried away. I was left alone with the furry, female Gregor Clegane look-alike, causing unsettling thoughts to begin swirling through my mind. What did she want with me, anyway?

She partially answered my question in heavily accented English: “So you’re the little whore that only speaks in high speech. You’re smaller than I expected, you must be talented to pleasure one of my captains.”

Without really thinking I cracked a stupid grin and not-so-smoothly said, “So, you, uh, wanna sample the merchandise?” while placing one hand on my crotch. It took me a moment to realize what I’d just said, and another to internally cringe at it.

The boss seemed to take the outburst pretty well, though, letting out a soft chuckle in response. “Ah, maybe someday, but for now I don't trust you enough to let you anywhere near my chengelele.” As I wondered what the hell a chengelele was, she stood up to her full height and clapped her paws together twice. “Shezari! Ingia hapa na kuleta kitanda!”

A few seconds later a petite gazelle doe sprinted into the room from a side door, dragging behind her a large, primitive mattress stuffed with straw. The doe wore a simple brown skirt with a matching top, and I guessed from the poor quality of the cloth that she was a servant of some kind. She laid the bed down on the ground in the middle of the floor, then scrambled to kneel before the boss. “Ninaomba msamaha kwa kuchelewa yangu, jenerali. Je, ungependa kufanya nini?”

The big hyena grinned. “Umekuwa mtumwa mzuri, Shezari, na nadhani umepata tuzo.” She pointed toward me with one furry digit, and the gazelle followed it with her gaze so that she was looking at me. I gave a weak smile, suddenly becoming aware again that I was wearing little more than a loincloth. It was weird how I’d completely forgotten about my near nakedness while I was with the slavers, and in hindsight, I think the casual sex had something to do with it. “Mtumwa huyu ameamriwa kukupendeza kwa njia yoyote unayotaka,” continued the boss, “Mchukue kama ninakupata. Uelewe, hata hivyo, kwamba hajui chochote lakini hotuba ya juu.”

The gazelle slowly stood up, turned around, and took a few curious steps toward me. I got to my feet as well, closed the distance between us, and extended a hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Jeremy,” I said with a pleasant smile, “And you are…”

My smile gradually faded as I realized she might not have understood a single word I’d said. We both looked over to the boss, who quickly saw she’d have to act as interpreter. ”She’s a foreign princess from a faraway kingdom, who's scoured the land looking for something special to slake her thirst for the exotic.” The boss walked over to the gazelle, standing behind her and towering over both of us. “She’s paid quite the sum for an erotic evening with a strange creature unheard of anywhere else.” The giant hyena’s massive paw gently stroked the gazelle's head, making the poor thing shiver from what I could only assume was fear. “As such, she expects you to do whatever she asks of you, no matter how unorthodox it sounds. Understand?”

I hesitantly raised a hand, then asked, ”Are you sure she's royalty? She doesn't look like a-”

"Oh hush, slave, haven't you ever heard of make-believe?” She leisurely strolled back to her throne, plopping herself down with a thud before putting her feet up on the desk. “If it makes you feel any better, think of it as an entrance exam.”

The gazelle and I turned to face each other once again, and after a short, awkward silence I dropped down to one knee. ”What would like me to do, your highness?” I asked, trying my best to keep a straight face. I'd never really done any sort of roleplaying at that point, let alone sexual roleplay with a gazelle while being watched by a hulking hyena chick.

I wasn't alone in my awkwardness, and the gazelle took a few moments to reply. “Uhh, kiss… feet?” The language barrier was undoubtedly going to be a problem, as was the whole awkwardness of the situation, but as I leaned toward her hooves, I decided that it wouldn't stop me from giving the little doe a good time. I felt empathy for her, that much was sure, but looking back I'm not too sure how much looking up her skirt amplified that feeling. I gently kissed the tops of her surprisingly clean hooves, then gave the left one a good long lick up to her ankle that made her shiver. I tried not to think about the hyena watching my every move, and just decided to romanticize being this girl’s perfect servant as much as possible.

”R-rise.” she stuttered, and as I did, she turned her back to me. “Dis…disclothe me.” I gently took the two straps of her top and slipped them off her shoulders, then pulled apart the strips of cloth that tied the back together. The garment fell to the ground, and almost reflexively the gazelle put up an arm to cover herself. My hands then started to work on the back of her skirt, and as it too fell to the ground, I could practically feel vulnerability wash over her. I felt bad for the girl, but I didn't have a lot of choice with the hyena watching. The primal part of me didn't care, and I could feel my stiffening cock lifting my loincloth, but I still tried my best to reign in my lust.

”We can take this as slow as you like.” I whispered, “Just tell me what you want.”

She turned around to face me, gradually dropping her arms as her green eyes met mine. I had to admit she was far from ugly; her lithe, supple frame starkly contrasted the beefy hyenas, and her brown and beige fur was flawless. “Could… you lead? I… not done this…” She looked down to the ground, but I raised her chin back up with two fingers.

“As you wish, mistress.” I started to pull her close, and she closed her eyes right as my lips were about to meet her muzzle. It would have been quite romantic if we’d just kissed like young lovers, but I decided to pull a dick move and leg-sweep her onto the bedding. She let out a quiet ”Eep!” as she fell, but when her gaze met mine, her mouth was grinning like she’d been waiting for this. Maybe she’d been waiting and had only dreamed of having someone to bang. I kissed her for real that time and made out for a full thirty seconds, letting her little atongue explore my mouth. When I pulled back, the vulnerability I'd seen before was partially replaced by playfulness and arousal, making me feel a bit better as I started trailing kisses down her body. First I kissed the side of her neck, then her clavicle, followed by a little peck on each of her nipples. She shivered underneath me as I kissed my way down her belly, and when at last my lips reached her clit she let out a little gasp.

My mouth gradually began to work on her nethers, licking along her plump little vulva and teasing her throbbing clit. “Mmmmm…ahh…” she quietly moaned, ”there's good…” She was already starting to get wet from arousal, and the taste of her slimy pussy only got me more aroused. I gave her clit one last kiss before crawling up to her chest, laying down again once my mouth was lined up with her tits. I met her kind eyes with my own as my mouth wrapped around her nipple, and my right hand started snaking its way back down to her groin. Her eyes rolled back as I began rubbing circles around her clit, sucking on her breast at the same time. She was incoherently moaning something in her native tongue, in between little gasps and shivers of pleasure.

After a minute I switched tactics and slid two fingers into her snatch, causing her to let out a surprised little gasp. She gently squeezed the intruding digits with her vagina, her warm, wet pussy oh so inviting. Once I had my fingers all the way in, I gently curled them towards her belly, getting a feel for all the bumps and contours of her insides. There was one particular bump that caused her to gasp as I rubbed it, and I quickly decided to focus my attention there. Her eyes were shut tight, and the gibberish she was moaning had only gotten louder. She decided to give me a helping hand in pleasing her, too, and she reached down and began rubbing at her clit. Her masturbation, combined with my fingering and nipple-suckling, had her all wound up like a spring, and I could tell she was pretty close to cumming.

“Ahhh, Jeremy, ek gaan… klaarmaak…” The little gazelle let out a howl of pure ecstasy, thrusting her hips into the air as her body lost control. Her pussy pulsed around my two fingers, squeezing its tight wetness in an attempt to pull them in further. She grabbed the back of my hair as well, pushing my face down into her little cleavage. It was all pretty expected, except for when I felt something squirt onto my hand. I kept going for her sake, massaging her clit with two fingers and kissing her exposed cleavage, but once she began to calm down, I took a look at what she’d squirted on me. It felt kind of like less viscous semen when I rubbed it between my fingers, and the milky white coloring reinforced the comparison. I took a whiff at it and found it smelled like a mix of cum and vagina juice. The gazelle looked up at me, saw the confusion on my face, and sat up with a worried expression. ”I-is not normal?”

Not that I knew of. However, the little gazelle's voice held a twinge of fear, so I decided it would be best to put her unease to rest. ”I haven't met any girl who could jizz,” I said, “But I guess there's a first time for everything.” I then raised the hand she’d sprayed and slurped off the substance, licking my lips as I met her eyes. The erotic atmosphere helped offset the mucus-ish taste, and from the way she seemed to blush, I guessed that watching me slurp up her cum had turned her on. “Now, where were we?” I purred, reaching around my back and untying my loincloth. Her eyes widened as I tossed it aside, surprised at either the appearance or the size; I really hoped it was the size.

She licked her lips before rolling onto her hands and knees, raising her tuft of a tail and showing off her plump little pussy. I had half a mind to mount and fuck her like a stallion, but I decided to do things in a more civilized manner. “Oh, you want it like that?” I asked, expressing mock surprise. “I mean, we could, if you really wanted to…”

The gazelle rolled onto her back again, then sat up and fixed me with a quizzical stare. “What you want?” she asked hesitantly, worried she might have offended me and curious as to what I had in mind.

A smirk spread across my face, and I smoothly lay down on my back beside her. “Here, just sit up slip your leg over me.” She did so, looking surprised that I was letting her straddle my stomach. “Alright, now bring your hips up… slide back a bit… there you go, now just lower yourself onto it.” Her hips were right over my cock now, and I could feel little droplets of her feminine fluids dripping onto my crotch. I helped hold the shaft straight as she sat down and pressed her juicy snatch to my cock. At first, the tip just rested in the middle of her soft, warm folds, but as she got more confident, she let me finally enter her. Her tight, wet snatch slowly slid onto my cock like a silky sleeve, gently squeezing as she got used to the organ. The little bumps and ridges, including the hard lump of pleasure, slid down past my cock, making me groan happily at the sensation. It was far tighter inside her than any of the hyenas, and based on her expression I was the biggest thing she’d had between her legs in a long time. When she’d taken me all the way to the hilt, she let out a sharp sigh, and the sensitive part of me worried I‘d hurt her. “Are you okay?” I blurted out, to which she replied by nodding her head.

“It… I just… full. Ahh… you bigger than… haah… used to.” As she muttered, she started raising her hips, sliding the supple walls of her vagina back over my cock. She almost had me completely out when she pressed back down, and this time I swore I was hitting her cervix. Before long she’d gotten into a good rhythm, sliding herself up and down on my member. I put my hands on her hips and helped her move, moaning some more as her snatch sucked me in. She had quite the grip on me, and despite the great lubrication, it was a bit hard to move around inside her. The added friction only made things better, though, intensifying the blissful feeling for both of us. “Mmmph… aaahhh… so full… oohhh…” she gently moaned, running her hands up my chest as she continued to hump me. She leaned down without slowing her hips, and I gladly took the opportunity to fondle her breasts some more. They were a bit small, but were still satisfyingly squishy under my hands.

The groping seemed to drive her to go faster, and before long we were both losing our higher functions. Her pussy was just so tight, so silky and warm, clinging to my cock like a glove that was a size too small. We were both getting louder as the pressure inside us built up, urging us to speed up more and more until her flesh was slapping against mine. I could hardly think, and with my balls so close to bursting my brain was focused solely on cumming. I tried to hang on, but she made sure nothing would stop my climax. In a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength grabbed her hips and forced them down onto my own, pressing my balls flush to her fur as they emptied into her womb. Each powerful spurt made me thrust into her once more, and before long my stick white cum leaking out of her little pussy.

She blew her load right as my climax started to subside, arching her back as every muscle in her tensed with pleasure. Her pussy contracted a few more times, squeezing out a few more globs of my jizz and making me writhe from overstimulation. I looked down just in time to see her squirt more of her weird vagina-cum all over my crotch, but I didn’t mind; in fact, part of me was aroused by it. It took her almost a minute to flop down on top of me, utterly drained from her orgasmic high, and when she did I hugged her furry little body close to mine. We just lay there for a few moments after I popped my cock out of her, letting our various body fluids drip and ooze onto the bedding below us. Both of us would have been happy to lounge in a post-coital haze, had it not been for the hyena who’d instigated the whole thing.

“Well, I’d say you’ve made quite the first impression,” came the rough voice from the throne, “Well done.” Heavy footsteps creaked the floorboards, and I watched from the mattress as the giant hyena walked up to us. The poor gazelle immediately bolted upright with fright, and in the blink of an eye was kneeling prostrate on the ground. The hyena waved her hand dismissively, saying, “Shezari, nenda safi katika umwagaji wa mtumwa.” The gazelle shot up and grabbed her clothes off the floor, hustling out the door as if her life depended on it. Once she was gone, the hyena beckoned me closer, motioning to a spot a few feet in front of her. I shakily got to my feet and moved to where she’d indicated, shifting my weight back and forth awkwardly.

“So, uh… what’s next?” I muttered. I had my hands clasped in front of me, and my eyes were fixed on the hyena’s big toe.

She chuckled a bit, stepped over to me in a single stride, and raised my face to look her in the eye with a single clawed digit. “Oh, you’re going to be making me a lot of money, slave. Right now I bet I could find someone who’d pay two thousand rands for you, and once I get you well trained, you’ll be worth three times as much.” She then clapped twice, and I turned around to see two soldiers armed with spears enter the room. “These two will show you to your quarters. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you, but I also expect you to learn a few more tricks.” One of the soldiers moved to grab me by the arm while the other picked up my loincloth. The two of them led me away, out the door and down the stairs, not hesitating to use a bit of force. As I marched in the nude flanked by bipedal hyenas through a decrepit castle, only one thing seemed certain: I was in for one hell of a ride.

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