Get on your knees

You sink to your knees in the deep carpet, your tongue nervously wetting your lips as Josephine steps toward you, her cock swaying from side to side. You try to ignore it and look for her pussy, but all you can see is her strange balls and cock.

"I'm sorry, but...where is your clit? I can't see it," you say.

Josephine laughs, the high, breathless cackle that Hyenas are known for, the sound making you shudder. "It's right there in front of your face, silly," she says. "Just open your mouth."

You do as she says and she slides her cock into your mouth. Or is it a cock? "Ith thith ur clit?" you ask around the slender rod of flesh.

"Yeah, that's my clit, believe it or not. Being a Hyena is really fucked up." She moans and rocks her hips, fucking your mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Luckily, her clit is small enough not to **** you. "That's it, my girl, suck it good," she pants as you suck on her throbbing meat, your tongue stroking, licking, rubbing against the underside. She buries her hands in your hair, her claws digging in to your scalp as she holds your head still and thrusts deep, a robust cry escaping her as her body shakes and twitches.

Finished, she pulls out, her clit softening and retracting into her sheath as she puts her clothes in order.

"So, you'll help me now?" you ask, standing up.

"Sure thing," Josephine says. "But first, you need to get dressed."

"I am dressed," you say, looking down at yourself. Your pretty new dress is wrinkled and dirty, but you should be able to wash it when you get home.

"If you want to get out of here, you need to blend in," the Hyena says, digging into a large wardrobe on the other side of the bed. "Simon is going to watch you like a hawk until you earn his trust. Only then will you have a chance to escape, and you had better be sure it's worth the risk, because if he catches you..." She shudders. "We once watched him shove his fist into a girl's pussy and pull out...things, organs. There was so much blood and she screamed for such a long time before she died. Nobody has even thought about running away since."

"That's awful," you whisper, "but I need to get back to my father."

"As long as you're sure," she says, giving herself a shake. "Just don't try anything on your own. I'll let you know when you can make your move."

"Thank you," you say as she pulls something out of the wardrobe. She has two outfits, one like hers--black leather and lace--and the other a filmy, gauzy white nightgown that you can completely see through. "I can't wear either of those!" you exclaim.

"This is all we have," she says, "so you'd better pick one."