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Sue watched helplessly as the beastman mercilessly fucked his female from behind, grinding her into the dirt floor of the hut as she squealed and screamed and came and came again. Sue wanted to be her. She wanted to be her with every fiber of her feverish body. Tingling waves washed up and down her skin. Her nipples were painfully erect. Juices soaked her inner thighs. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She had to cum. There was nothing else in the world. Nothing else mattered. Not thought or love or memories or Susan Richards. There was no more room for any of that in her mind or body or soul. She had to cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. CumCumCumCumCum…

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Some time later, a naked blonde was led from the hut to the hut of the chief. She looked about incuriously at the trophies of bone and metal and plastic, at the box in the corner that blinked and made sounds, until a growl focused her attention on the chief, sitting before her on a chair fashioned of mammoth tusks and hide. “Who…are…you?” he asked, sounding each word as carefully as he could with his cat mouth.

The blonde took in the sounds with meaning. She had heard sounds with meaning before, once. She couldn’t remember when. Slowly she processed that she should make sounds back. “I don’t know,” she said.

The chief nodded, pointed one claw down. The blonde obediently knelt until her eyes were level with the chief’s erect cock. It was a wonder, the most wonderous thing in all creation. Reverently, she reached for it, tenderly caressed it. She gently brushed it with her lips, her tongue, slowly opening her mouth, allowing it entrance…

The chief growled impatience, seized her hair and pushed her skull into his crotch. Her jaw gaped and her lips nearly reached his balls before he relented, just for a moment, then thrust again, and again. Her eyes bugled as the giant tigerman fucked her face. She gagged as his cock hit the back to her mouth, but his paws held her head mercilessly tight and she had **** but to fight past it. As it went into her throat she reached between her kneeling legs to play with her perpetually dripping cunt, her forever erect clit, feeling the pleasure build even as breath became dear and the vision in her rolling eyes began to narrow…

Suddenly she was face-down on the floor and the chief was in her and in her and she was full and she was cumming, screaming into the dirt as the tiger cock hammered into her and she was cumming, deeper and harder and she was cumming, and the chief was roaring in her ear, his great fangs inches from her skull and a great boiling geyser was shooting into her spasming cunt and she was cumming.

The chief stood and looked down for a moment at the naked blonde twitching in the dirt. He seized her hair once again and dragged her from the hut, leaving her sprawled in the sunlight outside.

As the blonde’s vision cleared, she looked up to see one tigerman, two, three, all striding toward her, their cocks hardening. She smiled. They would fuck her, and she would cum. She would cum on their cocks, over and over. Fucking and cumming, over and over, for the rest of her life.

There could be no greater adventure.