Rough Night (Wrong Guy)
Species: spotted hyena, deer, cat, dog 
Keywords: F/M, M/M, F/M/M/M, rape, date-rape, gang-rape, force, bondage, BDSM, abduction, rough, vaginal, anal, frottage, DP, triple-penetration, oral, licking, kissing, drugs, group-sex, orgy,  chubby, curvy, busty, big-tits, big-cock, abuse, sloppy-seconds, facial, spanking, fisting, face-slapping, wax-play, pearl-necklace, humiliation, toys, sex-toys, biting, pain, whips, flogging, handjob, fingering, fellatio, cunnilingus, blindfolds, virginity, gags, choking, tit-fucking, predator/prey

Bea glided through the water. Front crawl, her preferred stroke.  
One arm after the other. She said to herself. 
It was part of her daily routine during the week.  Get up and shower. Eat breakfast, and then go to work at the gallery. Eat lunch, then go back to work. Leave the gallery and head to the gym, do two hours of stretching, weight lifting, floor work, and swimming laps. Head home and have dinner, then read a few chapters in one of the many books she owned, do an hour of belly dance exercises, and then go to bed. Wake up and repeat. On the weekends she belly danced at the local community center in the morning and did Zumba in the afternoon.  
Looking at her, most people would assume Bea didn’t keep the workout schedule she did.  She was short, 5’3”, and plump, though she had a classic hour glass figure. Her fur was colored golden brown fur and her belly, breasts, front of her neck, and mound were cream colored, giving her peach colored nipples a slight orange tinge. She had dark brown “socks” and “gloves”.  Her hears, tail, and muzzle, and the area around her eyes were colored the same dark brown. Along her back, outsides of her thighs, and her shoulders she had dark brown spots.  There was a randomly placed spot in the shape of a star on the inside of her right breast. She had sapphire blue eyes and her hair was a mass of dark brown curls, tinted with shades of red that reached down to her middle back.  She had braided her hair back for her workout and secured it with a black hairband.  
It was a Friday, and the pool was fairly empty.  Most of the gym goers were on the machines and doing aerobics. Others were lounging in the hot tub.  Bea did a couple more laps and then stepped out of the pool.  She picked up her towel and water bottle and walked back to the women’s locker room.  Wrapping the towel around herself, she made her way to her locker and clicked in the combination to her lock. Bea set her towel on a bench and pulled the band out of her hair.  She slid out of her navy swimsuit and wrapped the towel back around herself.  Placing her suit in a plastic bag, she set it down in her locker with the band and picked up her train case. Bea clicked the lock back into place and headed to the showers.   
Under the hot water, Bea combed her fingers through her fur and hair, working the shampoo into her fur and soothing her sore muscles.  She sighed loudly and tilted her head back, allowing the water to wash over her and rinse the suds from her body.  She closed her eyes and stood still for a few minutes, enjoying the quiet and the sound of the rushing water.  Bea rubbed some conditioner through her hair, washed her face, and then rinsed clean again.  She turned the water off and placed her shampoo, conditioner and cleanser back into her case, and walked to the sinks.  She took a hairdryer and a brush from her bag.  The gym provided dryers but they rarely worked right.  She brushed and dried herself clean, then rolled her hair into a bun and secured it with the same band.  She gathered her things, not bothering to towel up since it was the women’s locker room, and walked back to her locker.  
On her way, she was surprised by a buck that crossed her path.  He was rubbing his eyes but when he saw her, he stepped back, surprised.  Bea gasped and quickly pulled the towel around herself, though she knew he saw.  The buck blinked a couple of times. 
“Shit!” he breathed. “Sorry, thought this was the men’s room. Damn chlorine got in my eyes.” 
Bea puled the towel tighter around herself.  She’d seen him before. He was one of the regulars.  He was often in the pool.  He was tall, a little over six feet. His anglers added an extra ten inches to his height. He was very lean with light brown fur and white on his chest and belly, and had green eyes.  He was wearing a dark blue speedo that did little to hide anything.  In his hand he held a pair of clear goggles.  The buck’s eyes traveled down to Bea’s bust and then quickly moved back to her face.  
“Sorry,” the buck said.  
“S’ok,” Bea said shakily.  
The buck backed up and stumbled out the way he came.  Bea waited to see if he was gone, then made her way to her locker as quickly as the wet floor would allow her to move safely.  She dressed quickly, so quickly she had to turn her blouse inside out and re-button it.  She put her wet suit and train case in a light green duffle bag, picked up her purse and coat, and headed out.  In the parking garage, she bumped in to the same buck. He’d dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  
She turned to walk the other way but the buck held up a hand. 
“Wait, please?” he said. “I just want to apologize.  I hope I didn’t upset you too much?” 
 Bea hesitated. She squeezed the strap of her purse a couple of times. Her short tail curled over her thigh. 
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “Really.” 
She smiled a small smile to the buck.  The buck smiled and extended his hand. 
“I’m Byron,” he said.  
Bea looked at his hand, then extended her own and shook the male’s hand. 
“I’m Bea,” she replied.  
“Bea?” Byron repeated. “That’s cute. Short for Beatrice?” 
Bea smiled and nodded.  
“I’ve seen you at the pool a lot,” Byron said. 
“Yeah, you too,” Bea said. “I like to swim.  I’ve always enjoyed being around water.” 
“I can tell,” he replied.  
Bea felt a slight blush tint her cheeks. 
“I was wondering,” Byron started, “Would you like to have dinner together sometime? There’s this new restaurant that just opened up downtown a couple of weeks ago. They have something for everyone.”
“Um, yeah,” Bea replied. “Dinner sounds nice. Erm… I’m free, next Saturday.” 
“Saturday is great,” Byron replied. “I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Seven is good,” Bea replied, smiling. 
“Great,” Byron said.  
He took out a notepad and a
 pen and wrote down a number.  He passed it to Bea and held out his hand again. She accepted the number and shook his hand again.  
“See you around,” Byron said, smiling, then walked off to a black Chevy Camaro and drove off.  

The next afternoon in the park, Bea sat at a bench with her friend, Tori, a slim calico cat. They both worked at the same gallery and had become close friends.  They’d met up after Bea’s dance class and stopped by their favorite Japanese restaurant to pick up bento boxes for lunch, then headed to the park.  Tori had gotten a spicy tuna roll while Bea had ordered teriyaki chicken. Both drank lemonade.  
“So tell me about this guy,” Tori said, then popped a tuna roll into her mouth.  She set her box down for a moment and reached into her purse to retrieve a hair band.  She tied her shoulder-length blonde hair into a short ponytail, and then picked up her box again.
“He’s nice,” Bea replied. “He’s one of the regulars at the gym. He spends a lot of time in the pool.” 
“And how did you meet?” Tori asked through a partially full mouth. 
Bea hesitated, blushing. Tori paused in her chewing and looked at Bea.  She finished chewing and swallowed. Bea took a couple of bites of her teriyaki chicken and a few bites of her rice and vegetables.  
“Tell,” Tori said. 
“He walked into the women’s locker room,” Bea said. “He was wiping his eyes.” 
“Like I’ve never heard that one before!” Tori said, snorting a little. “He sounds like a total perv.” 
“He apologized,” Bea said.  
“Of course,” Tori said.   
“And then we bumped into each other in the parking lot,” Bea said. “He apologized again and that’s when he asked me out.” 
“And his name?” Tori asked. 
“Byron,” Bea replied. 
“Bea and Byron,” Tori mused, then popped another tuna roll into her mouth. 
“Just be careful,” she said. “Please call me if you run into trouble or feel uncomfortable. I’ll come pick you up.” 
“Don’t worry so much,” Bea said. 
“I’m your friend,” Tori said. “It’s my job to worry about you. You’re just so sweet to everyone. I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s okay to be a bitch sometimes. Relay me any information you learn about him.” 
Bea was silent for a bit, then smiled and turned to Tori. “I’ll be okay,” she told her.
 
The week went by quickly.  During the period, Bea and Byron chatted in between their gym routines and met for coffee a couple of times. Per Tori’s request, Bea texted her everything she found out about Byron during their conversations at the gym, such as that he owned his own photography studio just outside of Queens, he lived with two friends in an apartment on the West Side of Manhattan, and he had gone to film school in San Francisco. 
Saturday evening, Bea waited for Byron to arrive.  She’d showered immediately after returning home from her Zumba class and dressed in a short-sleeved, low-collared peach dress. She left her hair down in curls and traded her medium-sized purse for a small purple clutch. At ten to seven, she received a text from Byron and headed outside to meet him.  He was standing by his Camaro, dressed in long gray pants, a white shirt and a dark gray blazer.  He smiled and nodded as Bea approached him. 
“You look lovely,” he said. 
Bea blushed. 
“Thank you,” she said. 
He opened the door for her and she slid in and buckled her seatbelt.  Byron slid in next to her on the driver’s side and they headed off. 
“So,” Byron began, as a waitress poured them two glasses of water, “You said you’re a belly dancer?” 
Bea nodded. 
“Nice,” Byron said. “How long have you been dancing?” 
“I started when I was fifteen,” she replied. “So about eight years now.” 
“That’s a long time,” Byron said, then took a sip of his water.  “Maybe I can shoot you sometime.” 
“That sounds fun,” Bea said.  “How long have you been into photography?” 
“Almost my whole life,” Byron replied. “Since I was a kid. I found an old camera in my grandfather’s attic.  He got it fixed up for me.”
“Do you still have it?” Bea asked. 
“Yeah, but I don’t use it often,” Byron replied. “Just for special occasions. I mostly work with digital cameras.” 
Bea nodded, smiling. 
The waitress returned. 
“Are you two ready to order?” the beagle asked. 
Bea peeked at her menu.  
“I think I’ll have the salade niçoise,” she replied. 
The waitress nodded and took note on her pad, then looked to Bea again and asked, “It comes with seared tuna, is that alright?” 
“Yes,” Bea replied, then added, “But no olives, please?  They don’t sit so well with me.” 
“Alright, Ma’am,” the waitress nodded with a smile, then took Bea’s menu. “Thank you.” 
The beagle turned to Byron and asked, “And for you, sir?” 
“I’ll have the veggie burger,” he replied. “No onions.” 
“Okay,” the waitress said. “It comes with sweet potato fries, is that alright?” 
“That’s fine,” Byron replied, handing his menu to her. 
“Drinks or just water?” the waitress asked. 
“I would like some lemonade,” Bea replied. 
“Beer for me,” Byron said. “Dos Equis.” 
“Alright then,” the waitress said, then left. 

After dinner, Byron walked Bea to his car. He leaned against the passenger door. 
“How about dessert?” he asked. “At my place?” 
Bea’s ears perked up a little. 
“Your place?” she asked.  
She looked at her feet and then at him. 
“Don’t you think that’s a little… fast?” she asked. 
“It’s only dessert,” Byron replied, then added, “I was thinking ice cream.”
Bea thought for a moment, curling and uncurling her short tail.  She didn’t usually go home with men on the first date. 
“It’s only dessert?” she asked. 
Byron smiled and nodded. 
“Yes,” he replied. 
Bea looked at her feet again and then at him. 
“Alright,” she said. 

Byron’s apartment was located on the third floor of a modern-looking building overlooking the Hudson.  The stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to a door marked 317, they were met by a couple of bucks, both the same height and build as Byron.  One of the bucks had coloring similar to Byron, only darker, and his eyes were green.  The other buck was fully white and had dark blue eyes, and his shoulders were slightly broader than the other two males.  
“Evening,” Byron said. 
He turned to Bea. 
“The roommates,” he said. 
Bea looked to the other bucks. 
“Hello,” she said. 
The darker buck smiled and said to Byron, “You were right, she’s very cute.” 
A blush tinted Bea’s cheeks. 
Byron put a hand on the dark buck’s shoulder and said, “This is Erik.” He nodded toward the white buck and said, “The big guy over there is Nick.” 
“Nice to meet you both,” Bea said.
Erik and Nick smiled at her.  
“Where you two headed?” Byron asked. 
“Just to the pub,” Erik replied. “Seems you two will have the place to yourselves for a while.” 
He winked at Byron, who gave him a friendly thump on the shoulder. 
As Erik and Nick headed down the hall, Byron walked Bea into the apartment.  It was a cozy place.  Painted mostly white.  The main room appeared to double as the living room and dining room.  By a large window on one side, there was a table with four chairs.  On the other side there was a three-seated couch, a coffee table, and a plasma screen television. A book case sat against the wall, the lower part of which was occupied by DVD’s.  Further back was a kitchen divided by a wall. The wall doubled as a hallway, leading to what Bea assumed were the bedrooms and bathrooms. 
“Make yourself comfortable,” Byron said.  
Bea seated herself on the couch. 
“This is a nice place,” she said. 
“Thanks,” Byron replied. 
He took his blazer off and laid it over the back of the couch.  
“So, which flavor would you like?” he asked. “We have chocolate and vanilla.” 
“I like chocolate,” Bea said with a smile. 
“Alright,” Byron said, then headed into the kitchen. 
A few minutes later he came back with two small bowls, each with two scoops of ice cream.  He’d topped them off with sliced strawberries and some powdered sugar.  He had chosen vanilla for himself.  He handed Bea her bowl and sat down. 
“Thank you,” Bea said. 
Byron smiled and took a bite of his ice cream. Bea gathered a little cream and sugar on a slice of berry and took a bite.  
“This is delicious,” Bea said. 
“It comes from this old fashioned shop,” Byron replied.  “It’s been in business since the 50’s.” 
“That’s a while,” Bea said. “They must be very popular.”
“Oh yes,” Byron said. “Best ice cream in the West Side.” 
Bea giggled.  She took a couple more bites of her ice cream. She finished off the berr
“How long have you known Erik and Nick?” she asked. 
“Since middle school,” Byron replied. “We grew up in the same neighborhood, here, actually, together.” 
“That’s pretty cool,” Bea said. “And you’re all living together now.” 
“Yeah,” Byron said. 
He spooned a berry into his mouth.   
“So you said you’re originally from Kentucky?” he asked.  
Bea nodded, then partly regretted it.  She was starting to feel a little dizzy. She swallowed and closed her eyes for a bit. 
“I grew up in Louisville,” she started. 
She could at least still speak normally. She paused for a bit and then said, “My dad worked in interior design.  He got a better job offer in Manhattan, so my parents and I moved.  I was ten.” 
“That’s a big move for a kid,” Byron said. 
Bea nodded. That did it. She put a hand to her head and groaned. Byron put a hand on her shoulder.  He took her bowl from her and set it on 
“You feeling alright?” Byron asked. 
“Just…” she found it hard to speak. “I… Wha… Too much… sugar… I gue-” 
Her head tilted to the side. She felt a little light-headed.  What was going on?  She tried to lift her hand but it dropped to the cushions.  Byron caught her and laid her on the couch. 
“Maybe you should lie down for a bit,” Byron said. “Too much sugar can make you sleepy.” 
His voice seemed to echo in Bea’s mind.  She blinked a couple of times, trying to clear her head. 
“Can’t… Can’t… m-move,” she stuttered, her voice soft. 
She blinked a couple more times and then blacked out. 

Her eyes fluttered open but the room was blurry.  A figure hovered over her.  She felt a hand on her breast and bit her lip.  The figure cleared up some and she saw it was Byron. Bea swallowed hard.   
“Wha-” Bea started, but she was cut off.  
Her eyes closed but she forced them open.  She felt something rub against her panties.  She winced and gritted her teeth, struggling to lift her head. Her whole body felt heavy like lead.  There was a buzzing feeling inside her ears.  Her vision blurred again and then cleared. She saw Byron grin. 
“Relax,” he said. 
His voice sounded far away.  
“Stop,” she said softly, though her speech was slurred.  
Her eyes closed again and she forced them open. 
“I… Please…” she struggled to raise her voice but it barely raised above a whisper. “I… I’m a… virgin….” 
Before she blacked out again, she saw Byron’s grin widen and heard the faint sound of his belt buckle jingling. 

	Bea awoke.  Even through her blurred vision, the lights above stung her eyes and she quickly closed them.  She groaned and squirmed a little.  She shook her head instantly regretted it.  She felt light-headed and she felt like throwing up.  Her belly felt sore and there was a slight, throbbing feeling between her legs.  She blinked, trying to clear her vision, and saw Byron over her again. He held her wrists in one hand and was tying them together with a red scarf. He smiled when he saw Bea’s eyes were open. 
“Hey there,” he said. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up. You were out for a couple of hours.” 
He tied the scarf. Bea bit her lip and lifted her head.  Her body still felt limp. Her eyes widened when she saw she was naked.  She felt very embarrassed.  Her eyes darted around.  Erik and Nick were sitting in a pair of chairs near the bed in just their jeans. Nick held a video camera. Erik smiled at Bea and winked. Bea looked to Byron and pulled her bound wrists from him. 
“What are you doing?” Bea asked, her voice still soft. “Where are my clothes?” 
Byron smiled, then backed up and stood. He unzipped his pants and slid out of them, revealing himself to be erect. Seeing his cock, Bea was horrified.  His cock was almost a foot long and pretty thick.  Bea whimpered, dropping her head back against the pillows of the bed and blinked back tears.  She lifted her head, weakly, and looked at Byron. 
“Please don’t,” she begged, her soft voice a little high-pitched. “I’m a virgin. You’ll kill me with that!” 
“You were a virgin,” Byron replied with a smirk.  
Bea’s jaw dropped in horror.  She had a blurry flashback to when she saw Byron hovering over her earlier. 
“Don’t worry,” Byron told her. “We can always watch the video later. It was beautiful. You were beautiful.” 
He crawled over her on the bed, pushing her legs apart with his knees.  She laid her tail over her slit but Byron pushed it out of the way. 
“I cleaned you up while you slept,” he said. 
His words did not make her feel any better. Bea started to mouth something but Byron leaned forward and kissed her lips. 
“Save your voice,” Byron said. 
“Used a little too much powder, did you?” Erik chuckled. 
Bea blinked back tears.  
“You drugged me?” she asked, whimpering. 
Then she remembered that Byron had topped their ice cream with powdered sugar. She thought it was powdered sugar. Byron only responded with another smile and kissed her cheek. 
“Just a little something help you relax,” he replied softly. “You’ll be okay.” 
She could only look at him, stunned and horrified.  She began to kick herself inside. 
Why did you agree to go to his house? She screamed at herself. 
“You really are beautiful,” Byron said. 
He kissed Bea’s neck and Bea pushed at him with her tied hands.  Byron chuckled and placed her hands above her head. Bea groaned and lifted her hands again to push at him. Erik stood up and got on the bed, pulling Bea’s hands back and kneeling over Bea’s arms to hold them down.  Bea choked back a sob. 
“I’ve been watching you for a while,” Byron said. “It wasn’t really an accident when I walked into the women’s room and saw you naked. I knew then and there, you were the one. It was a pain in the ass to wait. I could have just taken you in the garage, but I thought this would be much nicer.” 
“Why?” she asked. 
“Well, we like soft women,” Byron replied. “And we like you.” 
“Why are you doing this?” Bea asked, a tear rolling down her cheek. 
“Why not?” Byron replied. 
Bea dropped her head back against the pillows and let out a loud sob.  Byron leaned forward again so his lips were near her ear. 
“Behave yourself,” he whispered harshly. “Or we’ll kill you and dump your body in the Hudson.” 
His words did little to calm Bea’s distress, and she started to sob again.  She sniffed and swallowed hard again.  Her throat felt dry.  Her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths.  She bit her lip.  She calmed herself slightly, but tears still rolled down her cheeks.  Above her, Byron and Erik smiled.  
“Good girl,” Byron said, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You get a little reward for that.” 
“This must be a bit ironic for you,” Erik said, stroking his fingers up and down under Bea’s chin. “Technically you’re the predator, but at the moment...” 
Bea shut her eyes and turned her face to the side, trying to block the three males out. 
Byron kissed down Bea’s body, starting at her neck and kissing down to her breasts.  He cupped her breasts and kissed the little star-shaped spot on her right breast. He flicked his tongue over her right nipple and a shiver ran up Bea’s spine. She bit her lip.  An aching but pleasing feeling throbbed in her nipple and traveled through her breast and down her body to her clit.  She whimpered and tried to close her legs, a little of her strength coming back, but Byron stationing himself between her legs prevented that.  She could feel her nipple hardening and when Byron flicked his tongue over it again, she gasped and quickly bit her lip again. 
“So what size bra do you wear?” Erik asked. 
Bea didn’t answer.  
“Answer him,” Byron told her. 
Bea swallowed a lump in her throat. 
“39H,” she whimpered. 
“Shit, man!” Erik chuckled. 
Byron smirked and sucked Bea’s right nipple between his lips and released it with a soft smack.  He flicked his tongue over the little nub a few times and circled it with his tongue before moving to her other breast, gently brushing his tongue over her nipple, coaxing it to harden. Bea moaned softly and whimpered, hating that she was giving into the unwanted attention, but she was afraid of what either of the males would do if she didn’t cooperate. Just as bad for her, she could feel her pussy beginning to throb, burning a little, and choked back another sob. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nick filming them. Byron gave Bea’s left nipple a quick nibble and resumed kissing down her body, lingering on her belly.  He dipped his tongue into her belly button and kissed lower, finally coming to rest between her legs. 
“Relax,” Erik said, lightly scratching behind Bea’s right ear.  
Byron pushed Bea’s legs a little further apart. 
“Looks like you’re already a little wet down here,” Byron said. “But you’ll need to be wetter for me to take you again.” 
He licked between Bea’s lips, lightly kissing at her puffy lips.  He sighed, savoring the taste of her juices on his tongue, and then pushed her legs further apart to dip his tongue into her pussy and lick at her vaginal walls.  
Bea whimpered and moaned, squirming under Byron’s tongue.  Another shiver ran up her spine.  The throbbing sensation between her pussy increased a little. She arched her back and rolled her hips into his tongue. 
“Such a sweet girl,” Byron cooed, then parted Bea’s swollen lips with his fingers. 
He flicked his tongue over Bea’s clit.  A loud moan escaped Bea and she arched her back again, her hips rocking as Byron’s tongue danced over her clit. 
“Sensitive too,” Erik said. 
He cupped Bea’s breasts and rolled her hard nipples between his fingers.  The sensations of Erik’s fingers on her nipples and Byron’s tongue on her clit caused Bea to moan a little louder and her back arched again.  Through slit eyes, she saw Nick in the chair focusing on them with the camera.  
Erik tugged lightly at Bea’s nipples and gently pinched them. Byron sucked Bea’s clit between his lips and released it with a loud smack to rub his tongue over the hyena’s clit. Bea’s things began to quiver.  She arched her back again and bit her lip, whimpering.  A squeal caught in her throat and she tilted her head back further, releasing a flow of sweet and tangy fluids over Byron’s tongue. 
Grinning, the buck quickly gulped her juices.  He licked at her puffy lips again and kissed up her thigh. Kissing her wet pussy, he kissed back up her body and hovered over Bea, watching the hyena as she panted. He watched her breasts rise and fall slowly from her deep breaths and kissed her forehead. He gently tilted her muzzle up and kissed her lips, slipping his tongue in to stroke over hers. 
Bea whimpered, reluctantly kissing him back.  She tasted herself on his tongue and pulled back a little, then lifted her head to give his lips a timid lick.  She saw him smile approvingly. 
“How did your first real orgasm feel?” Byron asked. 
Bea was silent for a few moments.  She didn’t want to answer.  She didn’t want to admit she had enjoyed what he’d done, although her body said otherwise. 
She blinked back tears and answered softly, “Good.” 
Byron chuckled. 
“Just good?” he asked. 
Bea didn’t respond, but she saw Byron’s smile grow, as if he knew what she was thinking. His hand squeezed her breast and moved down her body again. His fingers played with her puffy lips, tapping against them and lightly squeezing them.  He gently squeezed the hyena’s wet pussy and parted her lips again with two fingers.  He gathered a bit of her juices on his fingers and lifted them to Bea’s lips. 
“Taste yourself,” he told her. 
Bea hesitated, then opened her lips and took Byron’s fingers between her lips, sucking the sweet, tangy juices off them. Byron stroked his fingers down her cheek and returned them to her pussy, slipping them inside to finger the hyena. He pumped his fingers in and out of her in quick but steady strokes. Bea moaned and turned her face away from him, trying to block him and his fingers out. She winced as his fingers found her g-spot and massaged it, causing her to rock her hips into his hand. 
“That’s it…” Byron purred. 
He pulled his fingers from her and licked his fingers clean. He sat up on his knees and rubbed the blunt head of his cock against Bea’s clit for a few moments, then climbed up to straddle her torso.  He rested his cock between her breasts and stroked his hands over the soft orbs.  He pressed her breasts over his cock and rocked his hips back and forth. 
“So soft,” he sighed. 
The friction from his cock between her breasts caused Bea’s nipples to stiffen again and she chewed her lip.  Byron released her breasts and inched forward a little until the head of his cock bumped against Bea’s cheek.  
“Open our mouth,” Byron said. 
Bea opened her eyes and looked at Byron out of the corners.  
“Open your mouth,” Byron repeated. 
Bea looked at the floor, then turned her head and opened her mouth to take Byron’s cock. He rubbed his cock over her tongue and stroked his fingers through her hair, tilting his own head back. 
“Use your tongue,” he said softly. 
Bea wasn’t sure what he meant, but she lifted her tongue and rubbed it over the underside of Byron’s cock. He seemed to approve. Bea’s stomach churned at the taste of Byron’s precum but she didn’t protest, and her jaw hurt. His hips began to move back and forth against her mouth. He gently twisted his fingers in Bea’s hair and then pulled back, moving back down between Bea’s legs. He rubbed his hand over Bea’s belly and stroked his other hand over his length.  Bea closed her eyes and turned away from him again.   
“Don’t worry, baby,” he told her. “My cock is going to slide right in you.” 
He pushed her legs a little further open and held her hips, positioning his slick cock at the entrance to her pussy.  He thrust his hips forward, his cock quickly sliding into her.  Bea gasped and arched her back. Byron thrust into her, his hips moving at a medium but steady pace, the veins of his cock rubbing at the hyena’s vaginal walls.  The hyena moaned beneath him.  She flexed her fingers, moving her bound wrists a little.  She lifted her head briefly and then lowered it, panting softly. She squealed as the head of Byron’s cock rubbed over her g-spot and she moaned softly as he slowed his speed to slide his cock in and out of her in slow, long strokes. 
“Holy shit!” Byron breathed, sliding a hand up to cup Bea’s left breast. 
He gently massaged it, lightly pinching her nipple a couple of times, and rubbed his palm over her nipple, coaxing a sigh from the hyena.  His hands moved down and held Bea’s hips. His hips picked up speed again, slapping wetly against Bea’s, and he tilted his head back. He gasped, squeezing the hyena’s hips, grinding his hips against hers. 
A squeaky sigh escaped Bea’s lips and she arched her back into Byron’s thrusting again. She caught a glimpse of Nick focusing the camera on Byron’s hips rocking against hers.  She tilted her head back, pressing the crown of her head into the pillow. 
“Please,” she whimpered through her moans. “Please… sto- Please stop…” 
 This only encouraged Byron’s hips to pick up speed. He licked his lips and slipped his hands under Bea’s thighs, lifting them.  Bea whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks. She rocked her hips again but it only seemed to heighten the sensitivity of her pussy. She whimpered again and cried out, cumming over Byron’s cock. Though she collapsed against the pillows, Byron’s hips continued moving against hers. Bea tried to pull her legs free of his hands, but he dug his fingers into her thighs and thrust harder. Eventually, his hips slowed to a much gentler pace. Going back to the slow, long strokes from earlier.  He groaned and released one of Bea’s thighs, sliding his hand up rub her belly. Byron bit his lip and groaned, the sound sounding a little more like a roar, and released his warm seed into Bea’s pussy. He leaned over the sobbing hyena, pausing to regain his breath.  He smiled down at Bea and kissed her cheek. She shivered but didn’t pull away. 
“Good girl,” he said softly.  
He pulled back, his now-limp cock slipping wetly from her pussy, and walked around the side of the bed.  He knelt next to Bea’s head and stroked his cock, making it semi-hard, and held his cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around his cock. She pinned her ears back as his cock hardened in her mouth. Byron stroked her hair. 
“Good girl,” he said again. 
Next to him, Erik put his hand behind Byron’s head and pulled him close to kiss his lips. Byron held the kiss, lifting his free hand to cup Erik’s cheek.  Byron pulled back after a few moments, pulling his cock from Bea’s lips, and switched places with Erik.  Kneeling over Bea’s arms, he watched as Erik knelt between Bea’s legs. Byron put a finger under Bea’s chin and tilted her head up, slipping his cock into her mouth again. Erik squeezed her breasts, pressing them together and gently jiggling them. Bea sighed softly into Byron’s cock as Erik sucked gently at her left nipple, releasing it briefly to circle it with his tongue. He flicked his tongue over it and rubbed his palm over it, licking over the star on her right breast. 
“Cute,” Erik said, squeezing Bea’s breast again. 
He sucked Bea’s nipple between his lips again and released it with a loud smack.  He cupped Bea’s right breast and kissed her nipple.  He flicked his tongue over it and nipped gently at it, causing Bea to give a muffled cry into Byron’s cock. She whimpered into Byron’s cock as Erik’s teeth grazed her nipple, and she moaned as his tongue circled the little nub. Erik pinched Bea’s nipples, tugging at them to make her breasts shake. Bea sobbed into Byron’s cock and shifted under Erik. 
Erik pinched Bea’s nipples again and lightly twisted them, then began to gently massage her breasts.  He kneaded her flesh, his touch firm but also soft.  He brushed his tongue over Bea’s left nipple and moved down to her pussy. He parted her lips with his fingers and a little of Byron’s cum trickled from Bea’s pussy onto the sheets, making her sigh softly into Byron’s cock.  Erik licked two fingers and slipped them into Bea’s pussy.  He fingered her gently, occasionally curling his fingers in her pussy to rub at her g-spot.   
“She’s so tight,” Erik said. “Would have thought you’d have loosened her up a little.” 
“I thought you liked a tight little hole?” Byron said with a grin, reaching down to fondle one of Bea’s breasts. 
“I do,” Erik said, chuckling a little. “But I don’t want to cum too quickly. I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did in her.” 
He flicked his tongue over Bea’s clit and he circled his fingers in her pussy. He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, then bent his head to suck on Bea’s clit, chuckling a little at the sound of her muffled moans.  Erik rubbed her clit between his lips, gently squeezing it, and then released it with a loud smack. Byron pulled his cock from Bea’s lips and gave her a cruel smile.   
He unzipped his pants and slid them off, then climbed back onto the bed and lifted Bea’s legs. He rubbed his cock over her wet slit. He pressed her thighs together and rocked against her, rubbing his cock over her slit to make himself wet. His cock slick with hers and Byron’s mixed juices, Erik turned Bea onto her right side. He lifted her left leg and rested it against his chest.  He rubbed the head of his cock up and down Bea’s slit, then swiftly pushed his cock into her, squeezing a little of Byron’s cum from her pussy. It was a different position for the hyena. As Erik’s cock quickly entered her, she cried out and arched her back. He was around the same size as Byron, but his cock was a little longer and was able to reach some places Byron’s couldn’t.  
“God you feel amazing,” Erik moaned, rubbing his hand back and forth over Bea’s side. 
He started into her quickly, his hand holding Bea’s leg to his chest.  His other hand found her clit and gently pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. The hyena rocked her hips, partly to try and shake his fingers from her clit. The sensation from the buck’s fingers on her clit and his cock rubbing over her g-spot were a little overwhelming and she released a small trickle of juices over his cock. She cried out and arched her back, trying to pull her leg from Erik.  He held her tightly and rubbed his fingers over her clit, making quick small circles over the little organ. 
“There, there,” he said softly, as he fucked her pussy hard and deep, his hips wetly slapping against her thighs. “You’re alright…” 
He gave Bea’s pussy a couple of gentle slaps and massaged her clit with his fingers.  He slowed his thrusting and slid his cock in and out of the hyena’s cunt in long, slow strokes.  He leaned forward a little, pushing down on Bea’s leg a little.  Bea bit her lip. Though she was thankful for her flexibility, the position of her leg and body made it so she was able to feel every part of Erik’s cock in her.  She felt every contour of his head rubbing her, every vein massaging her walls.  
“Feel that?” Erik said softly to Bea, angling his hips a little so the head of his cock rubbed at Bea’s g-spot. 
Her whimpers and moans answered his question and he smiled, flicking his tongue over Bea’s ear. 
“That’s a good girl,” he said, increasing his speed again. “You’ve got such a nice, wet little cunt. Makes us both happy.” 
Bea pinned her ears back and chewed her lip. 
I’m not happy. She said to herself.  
Erik squeezed her leg again. His hand moved from her clit and gasped her left breast.  He squeezed her breast and lifted it to his lips. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and sucked it between his lips, releasing it with a loud smack.  His hand moved back to her pussy and parted her sticky, soaked lips.  He sat up on his knees again, pulling back till just the head of his cock was left in Bea’s pussy, and slammed his hips against her, fucking her in hard and quick.  Bea had been trying to keep herself quiet but her moans got louder.  She tilted her head back and choked back another sob.  Her thighs began to quiver and she whimpered.  She was going to cum again.  She clenched her bound hands and arched her back again.  At the last moment, Erik stopped.  He rubbed his hand over Bea’s belly for a few moments, then resumed his quick, hard thrusting.  His hips suddenly resuming their speed again caught Bea off guard and she cried out again, unable to muffle herself as she moaned loudly beneath the two males.  
Over her, Byron smiled down at her, watching his friend fuck the poor hyena, keeping her on edge and pulling each moan from her with each thrust. Erik slowed his hips again, leaning forward again, pushing Bea’s leg against her side. He grasped her breast again, holding it, squeezing it. 
“God damn,” he moaned, his breath hot against Bea’s ear, then added with a chuckle, “You’re really testing my limits.”
His cock slid in and out of her in long, languid strokes.  Bea opened her mouth.  She had barely gotten the word “stop” out before Erik clamped his hand over muzzle. She pressed a weak scream into his hand but his hips didn’t stop.  
“You were so well-behaved earlier,” Erik said softly. “I don’t want to have to get rough with you. No screaming, okay?” 
Bea hesitated. She squealed into his hand again as the head of his cock teased her g-spot.  She blinked out tears again and nodded her head. 
“Good girl,” Erik said. 
He kissed Bea’s temple and released her mouth. He pushed himself up on his knees again. He licked his fingers and pressed them to Bea’s clit, massaging the little nub.  His hips picked up speed again. Bea bit her lip and arched her back, cumming over his cock.  Erik slowed his hips again, slowly milking Bea’s pussy of every drop of cum she had to give with his long strokes. He picked up speed again. Bea stifled a moan.  She tilted her head back again as she felt his hot cum fill her pussy.  He sighed and held Bea’s leg close to his chest, slowly sliding his cock in and out of Bea’s pussy to fill her to the fullest with his cum.  His movements caused Byron’s cum to leak out of Bea’s pussy, staining her puffy lips and the insides of her thighs.  A few drops dripped onto the bedspread.  
“Looks like we made a little bit of a mess of you down here,” Erik said, grinning, as he watched his cock slide slowly in and out of Bea’s dripping pussy. 
He pulled himself, his cock now limp, from Bea’s pussy and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
Byron got off Bea’s arms and untied her wrists.  Bea swallowed hard and wiped her tear-stained face with her freed hands.  She started to sit up and moved toward the edge of the bed, but Byron grabbed her arm. 
“We’re not finished yet,” he told her. “On your hands and knees. Face Erik.” 
Bea looked at him, her lip trembling.  
“Camera’s still rolling,” Nick said. 
Bea wiped a falling tear and turned, getting on her hands and knees.  She looked up at Erik and looked down at the floor. She curled her short tail over her back. Behind her, Byron rubbed his hands over her ass, squeezing and gently jiggling her cheeks.  He pulled her cheeks apart to look at her tailhole. 
“We can have some real fun with this,” Byron said, then grinned at Nick. 
He stroked his cock, making it erect, and tried to press the head into Bea’s messy pussy. Although she was soaking wet with his and Erik’s cum, her pussy seemed reluctant to open for him. He pushed just the head in and Bea winced and doubled over a little. On all fours, her pussy felt a lot tighter.  Byron rubbed his hand over her back and pressed the head of his cock into her pussy again. As the head popped in, he gave a satisfied sigh and thrust forward, filling the hyena’s pussy.  She cried out and dropped onto her elbows, pressing her cheek to the bedspread. She sniffed, her lip quivering. 
Erik pressed his hand between Bea’s breasts and lifted her back up onto her hands. 
“Stay up,” he told her. 
Byron held her hips and rocked into Bea’s pussy, his hips slapping against her ass. He started slow, at first.  Bea moaned, a little louder than she wanted to, and she hated herself for it. Something about the position made Byron’s cock slide deeper into her. Her vaginal walls hugged his thick cock so every vein rubbed her inside. She bit her lip and gasped, her head tilting back. 
“Like that?” Byron asked, smiling. “Here you go, sweetie.” 
 He pulled back and rocked harder into Bea’s pussy.  He fucked her fast and deep. His hips slapped against her ass. His balls slapped her clit, in tune with his cock rubbing over her g-spot. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her, her nipples grazing the bedspread.  Erik reached down and squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. 
Byron pulled back again, resuming his long, slow strokes. He groaned and tilted his head back, sliding his hands up to brush the sides of Bea’s breasts.  He moved his hands back down to hold her hips. 
Erik stroked himself, coaxing his cock to harden again, and pressed his slick member to Bea’s lips. 
“Suck my cock.” He said. 
Bea shook her head and turned away from him. Erik waited a moment, then gave her a firm slap across the face. Bea winced and looked up at him, then closed her eyes and took his cock in her mouth. He rocked his hips into her, twisting his fingers in her hair. His other hand slid down and squeezed her right breast. 
Off to the side, Nick moved from his chair to kneel next to the bed as the other two bucks spit-roasted the hyena.  He angled the camera to focus on Byron’s cock moving in and out of Bea’s dripping pussy. 
Byron sighed and picked up speed again.  Bea, her whimpers and moans muffled by Erik’s cock, gripped the sheets tightly. Two tears squeezed from her closed eyes. Her jaw ached from being made to Erik’s cock but she couldn’t pull away. Byron squeezed Bea’s hips and tilted his head back, groaning as he emptied his cum into her, causing her pussy to overflow. Cum leaked onto the bedspread as Byron pulled his limp cock from Bea. Erik, reluctantly, pushed Bea off his cock. 
“Turn and face me,” Byron said. 
Bea hesitated, then turned to face Byron, her ass now facing Erik. She opened her mouth for Byron’s cock but he stopped her.  He laid down in front of her with his legs spread and presented his wet, limp cock.  He stroked his cock, bringing it back to life again. Bea saw a little precum leak from the tip of his cock.  She lowered herself onto her knees, pushing her ass into the air for Erik, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Bryon groaned ran his fingers through her hair. 
“Use your tits, too,” he said with a sigh, combing her hair to the side. 
Bea inched forward a little. She shifted a little and pressed his cock between her breasts, using her elbows for balance.  
Behind her, Erik pushed her knees a little wider apart.  He stroked his semi-erect cock with one hand and used the other to rub at Bea’s pussy.  He gave her clit a few gentle slaps and, when his cock was fully hard again, pressed the blunt head to Bea’s pussy again. He held her hips and thrust his hips forward, shoving his whole length into Bea’s pussy. 
His sudden opening of her pussy made Bea cry out, and Byron took the opportunity to push her mouth onto the head of his cock as it poked out from between her breasts, muffling her as Erik started into her. 
“Feeling a little extra sensitive?” Byron asked, twisting his fingers in Bea’s hair. 
The other buck’s hips slapped hard against her pussy.  With her ass in the air, Erik’s balls rubbed directly over her clit each time his came into contact with her ass.  He held her hips, squeezing them as he quickly thrust into her.  He laughed, more of a mix of a laugh and a sigh, as he heard Bea squeal into Byron’s cock.  His thrusting caused her to rock forward, her breasts rubbing Byron’s cock as her mouth sucked the head.  
Erik thrust a little harder into her, increasing his speed for a few moments, then pulled his cock from her pussy.  He rubbed the head over Bea’s clit and slipped back into her, moving a little slower.  He squeezed her plump cheeks and spread them, then lightly traced a finger over the hyena’s puckered tailhole. 
“Can’t wait to shove my dick in here,” he purred. 
Byron twisted Bea’s hair in his hand and held her down on his cock, thrusting his hips up for a few moments. He groaned and tilted his head back, pulling at Bea’s hair and then pushing down to slide her up and down his length. 
“Shit!” he groaned. 
Bea whimpered into Byron’s cock as Erik focused on her g-spot, rubbing it with the head of his cock.  He circled his hips and then slammed his hips against her ass. She came over his cock and he grabbed her hips again and emptied his cum into her pussy. At the same time Byron filled Bea’s mouth with cum.  She moved to sit up but he pushed her back down. 
“Swallow it,” Byron growled. 
Bea shook her head, groaning into his cock. Byron pulled her off his cock. A few drops of cum dripped from her mouth but he quickly clamped her mouth shut, twisting his fingers harder in her hair. 
“Swallow it,” he repeated. 
Her throat put up a fight. The taste alone on her tongue was making her stomach turn, but she forced herself to swallow Byron’s cum.  He let go of her mouth and she took a deep breath, coughing.  
“Taste good, doesn’t it?” Byron said with a smirk.  
Erik sighed and pulled his limp cock from Bea’s pussy with a groan.  He wiped some sweat from his brow, panting a little. 
“I need a break before we go again,” Erik said. 
“I could use another beer,” Byron said, pushing Bea off him. 
She curled up on the bed, hiding her face under her arm. Byron looked to Nick, who was still holding the camera up. 
“We’re going to grab a quick shower,” Byron told Nick. “Then we’re going to head out for a bit.” 
He winked at the white buck and then, with his arm around Erik’s waist, disappeared from the room, leaving the hyena sobbing on the bed.