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Here's the second part of my new storyline. If you want a part 3, or if you want me to go back to one of my other series, let me know in the comments.

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My name is Jeremy Wyren, and I had the weirdest dream.

I kept my eyes closed, snuggling back up against the furry blanket I'd pulled off in the night. I remembered being a wizard in the dream, reading from some strange book a bunch of syllables in Latin or something. I also had a magic necklace, and I vaguely remembered wearing a cape of some sort. The Latin was actually a magic spell, though, so I was teleported to a magic realm with talking animals and a big plain area that was sort of like Africa. I talked to this gazelle who was sleeping under a tree, but then I got attacked by a pack of hyenas. Only they weren't hyenas, since they had tits and stood upright and had spears. I defeated them with my wizard's staff, and then I seduced their leader. She took me back to their camp, where we had some really great sex in a tent. The others were jealous or something, too, because I remembered them peeking in on our lovemaking.

What a weird dream.

With my eyes still closed, I sat up, stretched my arms above my head, then flopped back down in a spread-eagle pose onto the… cloth bedding?

My eyes flicked open, and I found myself staring up at the sun shining through cloth. The cloth sheet was held up by a bunch of sticks in a teepee shape, and as I looked to my right I saw that the floor was both close and covered in stamped-down grass. Light peeked in from between the ground and the tent cloth, and I could see shadows moving outside.

“Tamu kidogo mgeni…" The voice muttering beside me was gruff and accented, but oddly familiar… my brain linked it to both primal fear and carnal lust. Before I could look over at its source, however, the thing I'd thought to be a furry blanket rolled over, draping a muscular leg over my hips and slipping itself on top of me. A bestial face stared down at me, supported by thick, furry arms on either side of my head. The face had a black muzzle, framed topped by two round ears and a mohawk of bristly hair. Its maw was split in a sleepy grin, and its dark brown eyes met mine with a horny gleam. “Mmmm… tayari kwa mwingine?" It flaunted sharp, predatory teeth as it spoke, teeth that I was sure could tear into my flesh with ease. I could feel the furry mass on top of me shifting about, and slowly realized it was grinding into me. I looked down to see two large breasts on the front of the thing, and came to the revelation that this was the hyena boss from my dream!

She continued to grind her hips against me, making me realize I was buck ass nude. With her soft genitals rubbing against my own, I was already getting hard, and I reciprocated by sliding my hands up her sides. My fingers ran through her slightly matted fur, and as I reached the back of her neck I pulled her into a kiss. As my lips pressed into hers, I could taste the carrion on her breath, but before I could do much more she pushed me back down to the ground with one paw. My hands slid back to her hips as she sat upward, still grinding her snatch into me. By then I was already erect, and her supple, moist genitals rubbed along my shaft. When she finally raised herself off me, I took the base of my cock in one hand and held it upright, and she slowly began lowering herself down onto it. I could feel her moist vulva on the tip of my penis, and we were about to go all the way when another hyena poked her head through the tent flap. “Bwana, chama cha uwindaji kinaondoka hivi karibuni."

The hyena leader looked over at her, irritation burning in her eyes. “Dakika chache tu." When the intruder didn't back off, the leader got off of me and quickly strapped on her armor. She then stomped out of the tent, leaving me lying on the bedroll with a raging hard on and some slightly blue balls. After a second the lead hyena peeked in once again. “Stay in camp. Azta will watch you." Then she walked off to whatever slave raid they were going on.

I pitied whatever poor bastard they brought back with them, but right now I had a bigger problem: my six inch pole of throbbing meat that was just begging for a helping hand. I relaxed laid back into the bedroll, getting comfortable before starting to jerk off. My mind began conjuring up images of busty, naked women, but the more I visualized, the more I was drawn to the stuff I'd seen in real life. I could clearly remember a nude hyena standing over me, muscles gently rippling under spotted fur, big tits hanging out for the world to see, pussy lips spread and inviting… a little bead of precum leaked out the top of my cock. Her paws were running up my legs, reaching for my shaft, happily massaging my member for me. Then she bent down low, gently taking my shaft in her toothed maw and flawlessly started sucking me off. Oh god, I was so close, just a few more strokes, and… ooooh yeah.

I finally hit my limit, and started shooting streams of sticky cum into the air. My stomach quickly got splattered with jizz, getting more and more soaked as I continued to beat myself off. Only when I had every drop of cum squeezed out did I stop, and I looked around for something to wipe myself down with. The first thing I saw was my sock, so without really thinking I started wiping away my own semen with the garment. When I was done, the sock was beyond saving, utterly covered in cum that was already drying. I turned it inside out and tossed it toward the edge of the tent, then stood up and began putting on what remained of my clothes.

My jeans were unwearable with the huge tear next to the fly, but my underwear and shirt were still intact. I slipped those on, then pulled my one unsullied sock onto my right foot. I grabbed my shoes as well after a brief pause, putting them on and tying the laces snugly. It felt weird to only be wearing a sock on one foot, but it was certainly better than going barefoot. With most of my clothes on and my shame more or less covered, I parted the tent flaps and stepped out into the savanna sun.

There were a few other teepees set up, spread out around a sort of clearing in the tall grass. I looked to the left and saw a tree, and tied to the trunk of said tree was the unfortunate gazelle. I thought his name was Tazane, or something else with a T, but I couldn't be sure. Over to the right I saw the backs of four leaving hyenas, as well as one other sitting cross-legged in the grass. The sitting one seemed to be busy with something, holding a knife in one paw and a chunk of wood in the other. She looked up at me briefly before going back to whittling, and I decided that the best course of action was go talk to the gazelle.

As I walked over, he looked up at me with confusion written all over his face. “Jeremy? How are you free?" He looked past me toward the whittling hyena, then down to my legs, then met my gaze again. “Where are the blue pants?"

It took me a second to realize he was talking about my jeans. “They're, ah… well, they kind of got shredded."

His brow furrowed even further. “Shredded? Was you attacked? Hurt?"

I scratched the back of my head with one hand, trying to think of a polite way to say what happened. “Well, they, uh… well, not exactly. The slavers did do it, but… not for why you'd think."

“Was it dominance?"

“Erm…" The hyena leader had certainly seemed dominant, at least when she was riding my dick like there was no tomorrow. “It was a bit more like… appreciation."

Tazane stared down at the ground for a second before looking back up at me with wide eyes. “They was mating you? Now the moaning makes sense… they like it?"

My face quickly went beet red. “I, ah… well… heh… I guess…"

“Lucky for you. The more they like you, the more you worth, the less you hurt." He looked down at the ropes binding him to the tree, seeming to get lost in thought for a moment. “I probably not worth much, maybe a servant or worker. Wees verdoem, waarom was ek nie meer waaksaam nie?"

His hopelessness stirred a bit of sadness in me, made me wish there was something I could do… like untying him! I looked back toward the camp, saw that the hyena was still distracted, then turned back to Tazane. “Hey, what would you say to me cutting you loose?" I whispered.

The heavy blanket of depression quickly lifted off of him. “Y-you do that? Really?"

“Yeah really, just take the rope with you and I'll say you escaped on your own."

He seemed to consider the idea for a moment before frowning. “What about you? Do you not want to run too?"

A smirk spread across my face. “Oh, I think I'd rather stick around. Haven't gotten this much action in… ever." I moved around the side of the tree, trying to find where the rope had been knotted. After a few seconds I found it, but hesitated before trying to untie it. “Is the one in camp still preoccupied?"

Tazane's answer came back as a whisper. “Yes, she is still carving."

I got to work undoing the tangled mess of a knot the hyenas has tied, realizing quickly that it wouldn't be hard to undo. A little tug here, a bit of picking with my fingernails there, and part of the knot came undone. I continued to fiddle with it for some time, pulling this way and that, until at last the knot came mostly untied. The rope slackened a bit, and I was just about to tell Tazane to get ready to run when an all too familiar voice sounded behind me. “Sasa tuna nini hapa?"

I looked behind me, and barely had enough time to stand up straight before being pinned against the tree by a heavy forearm. My face was inches away from the hyena's snarling maw, her whole furry body pressing me against the tree's bark. “Trying to free the other slave, I take it? We can't have that…" I felt her other paw reach down, sliding up my thigh before settling on my crotch. She slipped two fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling the front down just enough to let my junk slide out. A lusty smirk spread over my face, and I thought I knew just what would happen next when I felt the cold edge of a knife press against my scrotum.

The hyena chuckled malevolently, reveling in the fear that quickly washed over me. “I wonder what they taste like… soft, tender, fresh…" She brought the knife up toward the shaft, putting my cock between the edge and her thumb. “Maybe I eat them while you scream…" The knife wasn't sharp enough to cut with so little pressure, but the thought of her using it was still horrifying. “I wonder what others would think of you, if I did cut you? What would a weak foreigner be worth without a cock? Maybe you become so useless, we eat you tonight?" My eyes began looking this way and that in a blind panic, trying to figure a way out while my mind played out my grisly fate. I couldn't get away without her knife hitting its mark, and if I tried to stop her she'd easily overpower me. What the hell could I do?

Suddenly Tazane spoke up, “Your head would roll beside his."

The hyena swiftly switched her focus to the gazelle on the other side of the tree. “What did you say, mtumwa?"

“You hurt him, you lower his value, you steal from the leader. Without cock, he not worth much. With it, he fetch good price to right buyer."

The hyena glared toward Tazane, then back toward me. I could see the cogs turning in her mind: was she really willing to risk losing a huge profit in order to teach me a lesson? I could feel her fidgeting with her knife, wondering if she should sheathe it or ram it through the uppity gazelle's throat. After several seconds of tense silence, she finally backed up and sheathed her weapon. I was just about to leave when she slammed her curled paw into my gut, then yanked my legs out from under me. As I sat there trying to catch my breath, she quickly ran around to the other side of the tree. I had almost recovered when she came back around with a length of rope, tying it around me tight enough to dig into my skin. She made sure to keep the knot out of reach, then strode off with a smug smirk on her face. “Can't have you running," she said, then left before I could retort.

I spent most of the day tied to the tree, only being let up to go to piss in the grass. Every so often the one who'd been whittling would give Tazane and I water with a ladle, and around noon she fed us a meager meal; a mysterious cooked meat for me, and a paw full of berries for Tazane. It was humiliating, but at the very least I had Tazane to talk to. Though his English wasn't exactly fluent, I learned quite a bit about his tribe and life before being captured. He was the fourth born of three sons and five daughters, with one of those sons being his twin brother. His parents were farmers, growing what they could on a fair sized plot of land with the help of him and his siblings. His youngest sister had fallen ill, and he'd been sent to the “local" healer who lived several miles away in order to get medicine. He gave quite the detailed recounting of how he'd gotten lost, wandering in the direction he was supposed to until he realized he was way off course. After taking a rest under a tree, he accidentally fell asleep, and woke up to me standing over him.

After that, I only found it proper to describe my own little backstory. I thought it was going fine, talking about high school and classes and my lame social life, until I heard him mutter “Wat die fok?" It was then that I realized he'd probably never even heard of formal education at all, let alone high school or college. I spent the next few hours trying to explain to him how my homeland worked, but the more I explained, the more questions he had. I tried my best to describe things I'd never really thought about before; imagine trying to explain the concept of a smartphone or the American government to someone from the Middle Ages. He gradually sounded more and more amazed as I continued, talking about cities like New York that spread to the horizon and machines that could go five times faster than he could run. I was just about to get into the tangled nest of lies that was our political system when I heard what almost sounded like… drunken cheering?

I could make out one voice over the din, saying, “Sikukuu ya macho yako, wanawake! Tuna gahanamu moja la malipo: moja simba, mfuko wake, na sanduku la ramu!" I tried my best to crane my neck, but couldn't get a good view as my back was to the whole thing.

“Tazane, what's going on?" I asked.

“Uh, hyenas got back… with things of loot. There a crate with bottles, and… a lioness. She's got bindings and a gag on… tied up legs too."

A lioness? Maybe a new captive? “Do you recognize her?" I asked.

There was a short pause, and even before he spoke I knew that was the wrong question to ask. “Is jy dom of iets? Why would I know her? Wait… die kajuit weduwe? Can not be…"

He sounded like he did know the lioness, or at the very least had heard of her. “What's 'kajuit weduwe'?"

“The, ah… hoe sê jy dit… the cabin widow. Mother say she dangerous, told kids to never go on her land. Heard tales of people getting ripped up, gazelle, hyena, other lion, anything. Silwa say he knew her, sold her things. Do not know if he lying."

All of a sudden the ruckus among the hyenas died down a bit, and I could hear the leader saying something. “Aii, wapi mgeni huyo wapi?" I could hear the tipsiness in her voice, how her words ever so slightly slurred together.

One of the others replied, and I thought the voice belonged to the hyena who'd tied me up. “Alijaribu kukimbia, bwana, hivyo nikamfunga kwa mti." She seemed to be anticipating retribution, but none came.

The leader spoke again in the same semi-drunken tone. “Sijui kuhusu wewe wasichana, lakini ninaweza kutumia ngono nzuri! Hebu tuachie wanaume, tazama kile wanachoweza kufanya." I heard footsteps crunching through the downtrodden grass, moving straight toward us.

I could feel the ropes strain as Tazane struggled against the ropes. “Jeremy, they come for us… one has a knife!" Was he gonna be tonight's dinner? Was I going to have to eat the guy I'd spent the whole day getting to know? I could hear him yelling at his captors, screaming foreign obscenities until suddenly he went silent. I felt the rope slacken, falling to the ground as if it had been cut.

Finding myself freed, I carefully stood up. The hyenas all let out a burst of tittering laughter, then did something to Tazane. “Saila, Naiile, tazama kile gaa ina kutoa," muttered the leader, “Nitaomba tuzo yangu mwenyewe." Part of me just wanted to book it and take my chances on the open savanna, but my curiosity was too great. What had they done to Tazane? I hadn't heard any screaming, or anything to suggest them butchering him. In fact I could hear him stuttering a bit further off, followed by the ripping of cloth. I hesitantly peeked around the tree, but before I could see much I was yanked forward by the front of my shirt. The hyena leader pulled me close to her chest, and I found myself looking straight at her eager smirk. She muttered “You're mine, slave," then tightened her grip on my shirt with both paws. The next thing I knew she was tearing through the fabric, and I found myself completely bare save for my shoes, my underwear, and my single sock.

I looked past her to examine the rest of the scene. Tazane was being straddled by one of the hyenas, who I quickly realized was both licking his face and grinding against his hips. Tazane looked terrified, but with his tunic shredded I could see that he was already starting to get hard. Over on the other side of the camp I saw what I guessed to be the lioness, who was trussed up and gagged. I could tell she was on the older side, both from the white fur on her muzzle and the cold fire I saw in her eyes. I only briefly glimpsed the tattered and dirty outfit she wore before a paw turned my chin upward, putting me face to face with the hyena leader once again.

Tipsy lust burned in her eyes, but I also felt she had a certain sense of control. “Be a good slave and undress your mistress," she said, turning her back to me and revealing the straps keeping her cuirass in place. After a momentary hesitation I got to work removing them, quickly unbuckling the tough hide cuirass and revealing the spotted fur beneath. Next off was her skirt, and as I let it drop to the ground she turned back to face me. It was difficult not to get a hard-on with her tits in my face, and I could feel the cloth of my underwear straining under the pressure of my boner. However, before I could do anything about it a second pair of paws reached around and tore through the fabric, snapping the elastic band in the process. It was a very strange sensation, to be wearing nothing but shoes while surrounded by horny hyenas, but my mind was quickly preoccupied as the leader pushed my head down lower. I quickly got the message, and kneeled before her like some kind of goddess.

And just like a goddess, she immediately demanded worship. Her paw grasped the back of my head, holding me close to her loins as she spread her legs apart. My probing tongue easily found its way to her snatch, and before long I was digging into her pussy life a fine buffet. I could feel her shift her weight around as pleasure electrified her nerves, each tiny suckle sending shivers through her abdomen. I gently stuck two fingers inside her as well, relishing the feeling of warm, soft, pulsing flesh. That special by her belly button was nice and firm, driving her up the wall with ecstasy as I stroked it in time with my lics. I knew she was beyond pleased with my work, and she was quite verbal in her appreciation, but I could sense the other hyenas getting restless.

Soon the leader decided she wanted more, and gently pushed my head back before lying down in the grass. Her legs stayed spread open, and the sight of her vulva glistening with my saliva was all the invitation I needed. I practically pounced on her, lining myself up and driving the first thrust home as she gasped. She was so warm inside, so moist and soft, and as I started pulling back for another thrust her walls rubbed against me in just the right way. With my hips jumping against her at full force, I decided to try playing with her tits. I started out groping her, which she didn't seem to mind, but when I put my mouth to her teat she let out a moan of approval. With my cock jackhammering into her and my mouth suckling on her like a baby, we both began to get pretty close to the grand finale. Some small part of me realized the others were standing around with an air of lusty jealousy, but the rest of me was too focused on the feeling of her pussy squeezing and sliding around my throbbing cock.

I thought I could feel her tensing up beneath me as her moans got more intense and her breathing quickened. I felt myself nearing the brink of orgasm as well with a familiar pressure building up in my groin, but I didn't seem nearly as close as she did. With one final cry of carnal pleasure she arched her back against the ground, lifting my hips up and squeezing my face into her tits. I rode it out while still fucking her, each thrust making her squeal with delight. Her pussy squeezed and convulsed around my cock, making her even tighter and finally making me cum. Her legs swung down over my hips, locking me in as I began spurting my seed inside of her. With my dick pressed all the way in, wrapped up in her silky flesh, I thought I could feel myself cumming into her womb. My orgasm lasted for half a minute, and after that I found my cum had really filled her up. Her legs let my hips go, and in a state of post-coital lethargy I rolled off of her onto the grass.

I only got to relax for a few seconds before a pair of paws began dragging me by the armpits. I looked up to see another grinning hyena, who swiftly moved me away from the leader. When she finally let me go, a second hyena popped off both my shoes and removed my single sock. I looked over to see the leader propping herself up with her arms. “Unafanya nini na mwanamume wangu?" she exclaimed.

A third hyena stepped into view over me. She replied in a gleeful tone, “Sisi tu kuchukua sehemu yetu ya nyara. Onyesha."

One of the others moved to straddle my legs, but seemed disappointed at my limp, cum-slathered cock. She looked up at one of the others with a grin on her face. “Azta, pata mimea ya mister kulia hapa." Then she looked down at me with that same half-drunken lusty grin, quickly stripping off her own garments and tossing them aside. The sight of her nude, muscular body astride my hips might have given me a hard on a few minutes ago, but I was still recovering from the last time I blew my load. She leaned down over me, relishing in my inability to look away from her chest. “Worry not," she purred, “we get you ready for another ride."

One of the hyenas came back clutching a paw full of purple leaves, and leaned down as if to feed me them when the one on my legs stopped her. She took the clump of leaves, and sprinkled them on top of her ample breasts while tipsily giggling. She held up a paw and curled one digit in a beckoning gesture, which I took as an invitation to sit up and get some. She had to lean down a bit to give me proper access to the leaves, but I gladly snapped them all up like they were the world's finest cuisine. Afterwards I decided to play into the drunken fun, grabbing the hyena around the waist and burying my face in her cleavage. Her paw held me down as she let out a chuckle, and I was about to start motorboating her when whatever was in those leaves hit me.

It felt like lightning was coursing through my veins, revitalizing every inch of me and turning my senses up to eleven. Instantly I found myself rock hard again, and the hyena on top of me definitely took notice. She pushed me back down on the ground and raised her hips above my own. Her paw took hold of the base of my cock, guiding my shaft to the slick entrance of her pussy. As she gently pressed down, I felt her insides slide down and embrace me, driving me mad with how pleasurable it was. She slowly began moving up and down on top of me, rubbing at her clit with her paw as she did so. My hands went to her hips, helping her along as she started really riding me. She was just a tad tighter than the leader, just a tad softer, but her pussy stil fit like a glove. I was having a great time watching her tits bounce around as well, and seeing her face light up was great, but my view was quickly blocked by a descending set of hips.

Another of the slavers quickly sat on my face, pressing her groin into my chin and eagerly awaited my tongue. I gladly obliged, holding her close with both hands as I went to town. Her moaning combined with that of the one on my dick to create a symphony of pleasure that was like music to my ears. I had the warm, supple muscle of a yearning pussy pumping up and down on my cock, and the arousing, feminine musk of a soaking wet snatch on my tongue.

In the midst of all that, I felt the sensation of something stroking my scrotum. I couldn't see with a hyena sitting her furry hips on my face, and my hearing was dulled by the muscular thighs squeezing on either side of my head, but I could definitely feel something playing with my balls. The hyena riding me shifted her weight forward, and suddenly something big and furry moved between my legs. I could feel a tongue licking at my gonads, and guessed that another hyena had decided to join the fun. I found the feeling nicely complemented the warm depths of a vagina, and lightly moaned into the second one's snatch.

I went on pleasing my captors for some time, until finally the one sitting on my face reached the breaking point. She squashed my head into her hips with her paws and thighs as her body became wracked with pleasure, causing her to shudder and moan on top of me. She rode out her short, powerful orgasm as I continued to lap at her labia, and once she was done she shakily dismounted and relaxed on her rump. Soon after, the one riding my cock let out an ecstatic howl as her body pulsed around my intruding organ. Despite her pushing me deep and squeezing as hard as she could, she still didn't get me to cum, and after her orgasmic high passed she too slid off of me. The hyena sucking on my balls met my eyes with hungry lust, and seemed about ready to take a turn on the cock carousel when another pushed her aside. “Kushikilia hilo," she muttered, “Hataka kujaribu kitu tofauti."

I didn't like the chill tone in her voice, or the way she glared as she met my eyes. She crouched down over me, but instead of straddling my hips she spit into the palm of her paw. I watched as she slathered my cock in her saliva, then did the same between her ass cheeks. It wasn't until she lined up my cock with her butt that I realized what she planned to do, and I immediately tried to squirm away. “Look, uh, I'm not really sure that's all that sanitary… maybe after a bath or something I'd do it, but I really don't think-"

My voice was cut off as the hyena who'd gotten eaten out pinned me down by the shoulders. “Let her have fun. Where your feelings of adventure?" I knew I wasn't getting out of this, and prepared myself as she brought herself down. Thoughts of a gross aftermath swirled through my mind, but suddenly cut out as I recognized the hyena who was about to take my cock up her ass: it was the one who'd first punched me, the one who tied me to a tree, the one who- aahhh… mmmph, damn she was tight.

We both grimaced and groaned as she pushed me inside her, slowly sliding me in inch by inch. I could feel the tip of my cock popping into her rectum, pushing inside with little aid from the spittle. The friction was almost too much, with so little lube and so much muscle trying to push me back out, but I still kept on pushing inside. I must have been making weird faces, as some of the other hyenas began to cackle. “Angalia kumtuliza!" one of the jeered, “Sio jambo lisilo na kitu, pia kuchukuliwa kupiga fimbo yake." My shoulders were still pinned to the ground, and as I looked up I met the mirthful gaze of the second slaver. “Aww, just relax, you like it more."

She was right, though; as my tormenter started to really get going, I found we both seemed to enjoy it. She started to rub her clit as well, making her expression change from pained to pleased. Even though her butthole was filthy, it still felt pretty good, and the raw warmth of her internal temperature was still there. She didn't seem like she'd be cumming any time soon, but I could feel that old, familiar feeling building up in my own groin. When she looked down at me again, she grinned with malice, and I could feel her trying to squeeze the cum out of me. I thought about trying to hold on and persevere, but I quickly realized she wasn't looking for endurance. I focused my attention on the sight of my dick penetrating her for inspiration, and found myself quickly carried to the brink. The purple leaf stuff seemed like it had made me last a lot longer, and as I finally blew my load I could tell it was gonna be big.

I let out a bestial groan, pulling her down onto my shaft with both hands so she was taking me to the hilt. My seed shot out with the force of a rocket, spurting deep inside her before sliding back down to the opening. I came for a full minute, too, writhing and groaning as I filled her up. She made a few attempts to get off early, but my clinging hands made sure she stayed right where I wanted her. When my climactic orgasm finally came to a close, she slowly raised herself off me and pulled my cock out of her with a satisfying slurping sound. Jizz dribbled onto my pubes from her gaping hole, and as she turned around I though her spread rump looked like a cream-filled pastry.

I was quite proud of my work, and was happy with how things had turned out until the started backing up. Before I could resist, my hands were pinned above my head, her ass hung over me like a prophecy of doom, and the others started cackling once again. My mouth was quickly pressed against her taint, and the smell of cum-filled ass assailed my nostrils. At first I tried to keep my mouth shut, but I quickly realized she was waiting for me to lick her clean. I hesitantly stuck out my tongue, and began the grisly task of sucking up my own seed.

The taste wasn't as awful as I anticipated, and I slowly began rimming her with more and more gusto. As I got into a good rhythm, I heard an short argument break out between her and the others, and heard the sound of feet moving around. Suddenly my partner's voice cut out, and I felt her head thrust against my crotch. After some stern words from the other slavers, I felt her grudgingly lick at my dick. Then came another lick, and then another, followed by her actually taking my whole cock in her mouth. It seemed her plan to make me miserable had backfired, and once I finished up with the last strings of cum I sat back and enjoyed a slightly toothy blowjob. She certainly wasn't a pro, and every now and again one of her fangs would graze me, but her tongue still felt wonderous on the head of my penis. I didn't really get hard, and in fact my dick went kind of limp, but I still enjoyed the sensations of her warm, wet mouth.

Eventually she got off me, and I looked up into the eager eyes of the hyena pack. The vigorous boost that purple herb had given me had worn off, and I felt about ready for a nice nap. “Well, I've had a great time with you ladies, but I think I'm about ready to hit the hay. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow?"

“Oh, you not done yet." One of them leaned down and grabbed my jaw, pulling my mouth open and stuffing in more of the purple leaves. When I didn't start chewing, they worked together to force-feed me, holding down my arms and legs so I couldn't resist. After a few seconds my libido was back up, my body was energized, and my cock was sticking up like a flagpole. One of them hopped right on, and an orgy began that lasted well into the night.

When they were finally satisfied, they all went to their separate tents, leaving me spread eagled in the middle of the campground. The many handfuls of purple leaves they'd made me eat had taken their toll, leaving me almost too tired to move and utterly drained. I looked over to see Tazane snoring peacefully a few feet from me, occasionally thrusting his hips into the air like he was fucking it. The lioness was still awake, and briefly met my gaze with a bored expression before I looked back up to the night sky. The last thing I thought was that the stars looked pretty, and that if you looked at them just right you could see a pair of tits.

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