Zayne couldn’t see, but he knew they were there.
The thumping sounds of industrial music echoed throughout the club, the neon lights illuminating the dance-floor bathing entertainers, boys between the ages of twelve and fourteen, in harsh and colorful light. 
They stood on the stage above an eager crowd, women in their twenties and thirties who’d paid for the VIP membership. Club Majesty’s patrons came in all shapes and sizes, but they were brought together by their refined tastes in boy-toys. The laws of the old world that kept the young protected had been destroyed by the new Matriarchy, and now the moment a boy entered puberty he could be claimed by any adult female. 
The social structure mimed that of a hyena; the women were always on top even at a young age, access to the best schools, the best jobs. Boys were only nursed through childhood until they could carry themselves, and were then delegated to labor. 
Zayne was special. 
Someone removed the blindfold from him, and the deer was pushed through red curtains onto the stage with other boys his age. He wore thigh-high latex socks and elbow length gloves, his nipples still sore from fresh piercings and his massive cock packed into a tiny jockstrap. The shock-collar on his neck hummed threateningly, and he began to belly-dance as he’d been taught.
He could see depravity all around him. In one corner a large dragoness was fucking a smaller raccoon boy amazon style, a determined look on her face as she slammed her hips into his. In the opposite corner a wolfess enjoyed making a twelve year old roo eat her pussy out that had been freshly glazed by another boy’s cum. Between the rows of crimson seats strutted the employees of the club. All of them were underage boys, too. The difference was in their refined brains, their talent. A panda boy by the name of Juzo served watermelon margaritas to a large Hyena, only for her to stand and swipe her card through a card-reader strapped to his thigh. Instantly the panda fell to his knees and began to nurse on her clit, without question and in genuine enjoyment.
Tonight was auction night. The club took in slaves from all over the world, most of the time they were either homeless kids dragged off the streets by the Club’s dominatrix androids, usually raped first in an alleyway somewhere, or sold into slavery by their parents. Operating out of the slums had its perks. Poor families could sell off their unwanted young to the club, making easy coin. The many mistresses and dominatrixes of the club then could pick from the pool of low-cost boytoys. In the event wealthy clientele ventured in for a night of relaxation Majesty would instead provide boys that had been genetically modified —boys such as Zayne, to have larger than average cocks, or no refractory period after an orgasm. 
Zayne swayed his hips, his bulge bouncing with each movement. He accentuated it, making sure the crowd could see what they’d be getting should someone wish to buy him. The deer’s brown fur caught the shifting colors of light, saturating him with green and then blue. His cock began to stiffen, excitement that couldn’t be helped.
“I’ll take him,” said a voice coming to his left. Zayne kept dancing, turning to see that the hyena, still with Juzo, had walked onto the stage with her card in hand. At her side was another boy, another hyena of darker color than the woman, naked. A set of golden nipple piercings and a matching cock-ring glimmered under the harsh club light.
Juzo nodded, approaching Zayne and tugging him by his collar. The deer followed without resistance, trailing Juzo to the hyena’s side. The panda and the hyena went over the transaction quickly, and Zayne didn’t overhear any details. He focused closely on a large polar bear who had one boy, some sort of squirrel, fucking her pussy while his brother nursed on her fat tits. She moaned, pushing the boy lower to suck on her clit as his brother looked like he’d just finished inside.
“You might want to pay attention,” Juzo said, tapping Zayne on the shoulder. “Your new mistress just purchased you, and the other.”
“I want to take both of them to a private room,” the hyena said, smirking, “VIP penthouse please. Don’t bother us for at least an hour, I’ve been in heat.” She turned to Zayne, giving him a good once over. The deer noted the hyena’s hazelnut eyes. 
“Of course,” Juzo replied with a curt bow.
“One of them is going to give me cubs of my own,” the hyena promised, rubbing her belly that she hoped would soon swell with young. “And then I can give back to the club.”
The hyena had once been a school teacher in the old world. Her 5th grade class had been everything to her, especially one student in particular. She didn’t remember his name anymore. She remembered how good it felt to pin him in the supplies closet and force his young cock into her needy pussy, how good he felt squirming in her grip, how cute he cried out when she’d milked his virginity out of him.
Now she could do it every day, no legality to impede her cravings. For her, the sex was only half of the fun. Beating the innocence out of something so cute and young was a pleasure all of it’s own. 
Juzo lead the way off the club’s main floor with the trio following him. The panda took them through two automatic doors and into a hallway where the music became muffled and the lights were more atmospheric and warm. Eventually they reached the rooms reserved for VIPs and party members, with the panda swiping his club card on the locked door’s reader.
The doors parted with a silent hum, revealing a massive penthouse suite. The floor was smooth mahogany, and Zayne could see his reflection on it. The parts of the floor that were carpeted were a deep maroon. In the center of the penthouse room was a large 72 inch TV connected to a state-of-the-art home theater system. To the right of it was a massive glass window and sliding door combo leading out to a patio, the red curtains drawn back currently but they could be closed for privacy. 
“This will be fine,” the hyena said. 
Juzo bowed, smiling to her. “Do you need anything else?”
The hyena thought for a few moments, and then her eyes lit up. “Yes, actually. Bring me a camera. A good one with a tri-pod.”
The panda smirked, his ears perking up. He was a submissive in this society, but he’d swimmed through the ranks a bit. He could converse on semi-equal terms with most of the women, and was protected from snuffing or voring because of his impassible performance. “Camera? Of course. Home movies?”
The hyena’s grin dripped with toxic venom, and she looked towards the blond-haired hyena who didn’t dare make eye contact. “This bastard’s father tried to get my teaching license revoked in the old world, and now I want to give him a present.”
The panda hurried off to get what the hyena had asked, and in his absence she finally turned to pay real attention to her two boytoys. The deer was curvy, definitely bottom heavy, and had cute white freckles on his tan face. The hyena was a muddy brown, with light black speckling on his chest. His cock, which was semi-hard and kept that way with a tight fitting bronze cock-ring, was about as thick and large as Zayne’s but humanoid in nature compared to the deer’s equine cock. 
“You’re to call me Mistress Angela,” the woman said, kneeling down before the hyena boy. She stroked through his hair, and then yanked him down suddenly, whispering venomous things into his ear.
“Your father must be missing you. Right? He lost his business when the Matriarchs took over. He got lucky. He got picked by an older girl who simply wanted a gardener. But you? You’re not safe. Are you, Markus?”
Markus sniffled, tears were running down his cheeks. Zayne didn’t dare look at them directly, standing there politely but observing with his hearing and side vision.
“I’m going to use you like a dildo. You understand? I’m going to fuck you, and break you, and send our little love tape to your worthless father so he can see what happens when you fuck with me.”
She let him go and stood up, tilting her neck side to side and getting a satisfying pop out of her neck. Juzo walked back into the room with a digital camera and tripod, looking for Angela to guide where she wanted it.
“Set it up in the bedroom, please.” She said, watching as the panda disappeared around a corner. “Fuck, I might just have it in me to get my cervix slammed by him when I’m done with you two.”
Zayne felt a bit of pity for the other boy. Judging by the color of his collar and his unkempt appearance, he wasn’t that expensive. From what he understood the boy was, legally, an orphan. Without a mother to vouch for his protection he was no better than dog food and Angela could do as she pleased. Zayne at least enjoyed some safety in his price. Nobody would spend such an exorbitant amount just to torture and kill a boy with a 14 inch cock like himself. Not to mention Angela had motive for her actions.
Perhaps Markus’s father had caught her fucking a student? Perhaps Angela had even been fucking Markus himself? 
“All finished,” Juzo called. Entering back into the room the panda gave a thumbs up.
Angela smiled. “You’re dismissed, Juzo.”

The bedroom wasn’t any less well furnished than the living room of the penthouse. The bed was easily twice the size of a King by Zayne’s estimation, covered in sheets and blankets crafted from exotic fabrics. At the foot of the bed Juzo had set up the camera, and Zayne noted that the headboard had cuffs to restrain a boytoy’s wrists. Angela yanked Markus in by his collar, ordering for Zayne to stay in the corner and watch for now. 
“I want this to be just you and me, Markus,” she said, gripping the boy’s jaw and forcing him to kiss her infront of the camera. She pushed her tongue deep into his maw, and the younger hyena struggled against her. Angered by his movement she slapped him so hard Zayne felt it by proxy and then tossed him onto the bed. 
“No! Please!” Markus yelped, scrambling on all fours to get off the bed. Angela was faster, catching him by the ankle and reeling him in. She punished him, raking her claws down his back and making sure she pricked his skin. Then she slapped his exposed ass, causing Markus to cry out.
Zayne didn’t feel anything for Markus. He’d been expertly conditioned not to. The sight was having the opposite effect, his cock stretching out that jockstrap. He felt his fur raise in anticipation. He wanted to be the one under Angela’s claws. 
With ease, the older hyena pinned Markus’s wrist to one of the open cuffs on the headboard and locked it. She repeated the same steps for his other wrist, making sure he laid on his back and that his head was propped up on some pillows. 
“Bring the camera over to the side of the bed, slave,” Angela barked over her shoulder. 
The deer sprang into action, his body moving on instinct without his brain. The camera was heavier than it looked, but Zayne changed it’s position to Angela’s satisfaction. 
“Miss Angela,” Markus whimpered, looking up at her with his amber eyes pleadingly, “I-I swear… I didn’t tell dad about… about…”
He never finished his sentence. Angela pushed her crotch against his face and let her weight settle onto his snout so that his muzzle was pushing into her wet cunt. She groaned, her mouth agape as the sadistic pleasure began to course through her. Markus’s muffled cries of help echoed inside the chambers of her pussy, her walls flexing around his young snout. She began to bump her crotch back and forth, the bed squeaking under her. Behind her, the boy’s exposed cock began to harden. The cockring made his shaft’s veins swell larger than average, and would keep him hard throughout the show.
“Seems like you enjoy being made to eat me out,” Angela mocked, reaching to pinch his pierced nipples. Markus arched his back and whimpered under her, helpless. “Your little brother was a good fuck, Markus. I’m sorry for what happened. I couldn’t help it. He had such a cute face. I crushed his skull by mistake. You believe me, right?” She asked, cupping her breasts as she smothered Markus under her. The boy’s desperate cries sounded convincing enough, and Angela eventually lifted off of his snout.
Rivulets of femcum stained the boy’s snout, and his nose bubbled with her fluids. He gasped, ripping fresh air into his lungs. “Please…”
But Angela would hear none of it. She shifted down, until her hips hovered above his impressive, girthy member. She trailed her fingers over the bulging veins and bit her lip, the feel of his young flesh making her womanhood shudder. She had to have it, she needed to feel him stretch her walls. 
With a crack she slammed her hips down, forcing the entire 14 inch cock inside with a single motion. Markus howled in pain and pleasure, his cock snug inside Angela’s walls. She molested him without care, without remorse. She’d abandoned morality a long time ago, this was all about revenge. She began to move, bouncing up and down on that cock. 
Angela growled, rearing her head back and letting the sinful sensation take her. She gave into her primal needs, her need to be bred and to bear young. Yet, there wasn’t anything motherly in her. Just a sadistic thrill that could only be satisfied by breaking the tattle-tale that almost landed her in prison. 
She thought of Markus’s younger brother. She remembered that when she’d lifted herself off of his face and seen what she did, how much more excited it made her. That little crack when his skull gave in. Fuck, how it brought her closer and closer. 
Markus’s young hips were no match for her frenzy. He was much smaller and weaker than Angela, and his pelvis could only take so much before it began to crack. Markus felt the searing pain of every hairline fracture, crying a hot river. Angela seized his throat, her rage-filled eyes locking onto those sweet, innocent eyes that were quickly becoming glossy.
“Cum in me. Cum in me! Make me a mother. I’ll birth your pups and I’ll do this to every single one!” She yelled, snarling in pleasure. This power… It felt good. She knew she’d never get enough. Killing Markus was like drinking wine aged for hundreds of years, it had a particular feeling that you’d only feel the full power of once.
Markus squeaked as his hips broke, and at that moment his cock began to throb. His balls up to his taint pulsed, and the boy gave Angela what her womb hungrily demanded. Ropes of hot hyena seed began to fill up Angela’s womb, the young sperms viciously attacking her overly fertile eggs and ensuring she’d carry an entire damned generation of his young.
At the same time, the functions of his brain had become so deprived of oxygen that it finally began to shut down. He seized, his entire body going stiff, and then he stopped moving. His cum leaked out of Angela’s well fucked pussy, and she continued to grind against his still hard cock for a few minutes while relishing the blissful orgasm she’d milked from him. 

Five minutes after Markus had been snuffed, Angela finally got bored of him and lifted herself off of his softening prick. She rolled onto her back and spread her powerful legs, beckoning the deer to take his turn now. “C’mere, clean this mess for me.” She said, though much more softly than she’d commanded Markus. She spoke to Zayne like you speak to your favorite pet. Free of hatred or vitriol.
Zayne was compelled by his pedigree to do as the hyena asked. Crawling onto the bed between her legs and getting a good scent of her musk mixed with Markus’s cum. Her cream-pie was fat, those young hyena balls giving a decent load for their final time. Zayne stuck his tongue between her folds, dragging warmth over her clit and back. Angela moaned approvingly, and so Zayne continued. The salty taste of semen didn’t bother him, and he pushed his tongue deeper into his mistress until he was french kissing her sloppy cunt. The deer moaned, loving the cum-mixture bathing his taste-buds, and her smell. He swirled his muscle around, cleaning her pussy out effortlessly and professionally all whilst Angela moaned and squirmed in delight. “Mmf… Fuck… I made a good choice.” 

Angela came many times. She didn’t let Zayne stop until her fourth orgasm, and by then the boy’s tongue was uncomfortably stiff. His jaw ached, but the deer didn’t complain. Angela sat up, and saw that the deer’s cock had fattened up and was throbbing impatiently before her face. “Mm, you’ll get a reward for that,” she assured, pushing against his flared tip and gently smearing his precum over the slit. Zayne shuddered, and groaned.

“But not today.”

She got off the bed, returning to the living room where she’d raid the kitchen and booze-stocked fridge, leaving Zayne blue-balled and wanting to be used and touched. When Juzo returned to collect both the camera and the strangled corpse, he found Angela’s note ordering him to mail the tape to a certain e-mail address. Juzo, not one to mess up an order, carried it through perfectly. Markus’s father ended up receiving a 20 minute long video of his son being objectified, tied down to a bed, and fucked until his hips broke and then strangled to top it all off. Angela of course kept a copy on her personal computer and on the nights when she was particularly aroused she’d order Zayne to put his mouth to work on her pussy while watching it.