Through the jungle a lone warrior trudged along, slicing at various vines with their greataxe; though they used just a single hand despite the size of the weapon, of course the warrior was of great stature so it's only natural that they could use such a weapon with a single hand.  Standing over a meter tall they looked quite imposing, as if they could kill a man just by grabbing their head and crushing it.  Though despite how one might think at first glance, this frightful figure was a woman.

Her name was Sierra Lowe and she was from a tribe of amazons, born a woman yet not wholly so.  Her figure was entirely that of a woman, admittedly one like those of her amazon sisters; however she lacked something, specifically she lacked a pussy and instead possessed the genitals of a man.  When she was sixteen years old her clothing was torn during a duel and her tribe found out.  Luckily, as only a demi-male to them she was merely cast out instead of executed, gifted her mother’s axe that was literally forged from the blood of her enemies, she had slain hundreds if not thousands.

The short version of her story is that she survived, becoming something of an adventurer or mercenary.  Today she was going through this swampy jungle in search of some missing women, most being mercenaries like her, though she was confident in her abilities not to get caught in the same trap they did, if it even was a trap.  For example she could tell that the murky pond in front of her was enchanted, and that she should probably go around, even though it was only ankle deep.  

Unfortunately for her as she looked it over to tell if it was afflicted with some sort of curse she was already hit with part of it, and after lifting her armored hindpaw to take a step away she’d end up placing it right down into that pond, shivering softly just from the feel of it.  "Fuck" she’d curse, trying to resist the enchantment placed on her, it wasn’t controlling her mind, just her body.  Slowly but surely she’d be forced to step further into it, feeling that water slowly coming up to her ankles, but no more than that.  

Once she was at the center she could feel herself almost paralyzed, unable to move at first until she felt something wrapping around her ankles.  "Show yourself!" she’d growl, knowing there had to be someone in control of all of this, then she’d just hiss as that creeping sensation crawled up along her.  She could hear the hiss of acid, and her ears perked up, yet thankfully she felt no pain.  The sollerets she used to cover the top of her footpaws were melting off yet leaving her feet completely untouched.

"Those were expensive you bastard!" she’d yell out to seemingly no one, the tentacles slowly coiling up along her shins now.  Another hiss of metal as her greaves began to dissolve as well.  Sierra was from a culture of warriors, her idea of sex was mostly ‘that thing people did to make babies’, she was completely a virgin and naive even for that, not even realizing why something might melt her armour, though her guess wasn’t necessarily a bad one.  "Trying to disarm me before we even fight?  I’ll tear your throat out with my claws if I have to!" she’d call out.

Soon she could feel the paralysis wearing off, she could start struggling a little, but only just in time for tentacles to shoot out from the trees, coiling around her wrists and dissolving her gauntlets and vambrace.  Before long she felt them moving up her legs and down along her arms, covering them almost entirely and leaving very little of her metal protection on, only her tasset and breastplate.  She’d soon begin to whimper, she didn’t like the idea of being so helpless, tears even began welling up in her eyes.

More tentacles began shooting out, one coiling around her waist and beginning to dissolve both as the ones around her arms moved up  and started working along her breastplate, the ones on her legs dissolving the tasset and before long both just fell off, leaving her in just leather armor for protection.  Her axe having long since fallen to the ground.  However oddly enough the leather didn’t seem to dissolve, "Ha!  What are you going to do now?" she’d boast happily, even as she felt those tentacles starting to slide under that leather armor.

She’d wince a little, not out of pain but fear.  As well, while they didn’t dissolve the leather her armor was held on with with various metal buckles, which soon dissolved under the onslaught of the tentacles.  The ones beneath her armor wriggled and writhed, forcing that off as well, leaving the puma in only simple cloth panties and a silken wrap around her bust.  One tentacle just started diving into her cleavage, forcing the normally vicious woman to let out a surprised moan, "Ngyah?".  

She’d just start struggling even more now, even as her bound breasts were freed, revealing their true size, quite massive, jiggling as she tried to get free.  Meanwhile her panties were tugged down, revealing a surprise, one that forced out an audible "Oh ho?  That’s surprising." from someone nearby.  "Who’s there?" Sierra demanded, her cock and balls freed, leaving her completely nude now.  In front of the amazon a beautiful snow leopardess appeared, the cougar recognizing the fading of an invisibility spell she normally would have noticed if not for the molestation.

"My name is Anya and this is my domain." she’d greet.  "Are you the reason for the missing women?" Sierra immediately inquired with a growl, keeping her original goal in mind even now.  "Even on the verge of being raped you’re still asking me such a thing?" she’d ask playfully, even leaning in to give Sierra’s balls a gentle rub with her soft furred hands.  "Nnha?  Raped?" Sierra moaned out confused, she hadn’t even thought about such a thing before, she roughly knew what rape was but didn’t even think of this sexually until this moment.

Of course thinking about it sexually also made her start realizing how good she was starting to feel, one of the tentacles had coiled around one of her large tits and was starting to squeeze it and she couldn’t deny it was pleasurable, she’d never even had someone do that for her, many couldn’t even tell she was a woman beneath her armor.  Slowly as she realized her pleasure her cock slowly started getting stiff, making her whimper once more "No, wait, that’s not..." she felt ashamed of having such a thing to begin with, so getting aroused was even worse.

"You’ve never even used this before have you?" Anya cooed, her hand slowly sliding up to wrap her fingers around that stiffening rod.  "Please stop!" Sierra suddenly began to beg, the fact she was enjoying this made her suffer worse than the embarrassment of being so easily led into this trap.  Thick pre began leaking out of her tip and just spilled into the pond below, the cougar just shuddering and struggling all the while.  Of course being pent up for so many years, never experience release left her as quite a quick shot, and just feeling that warm hand stroking even faster over her sensitive flesh was enough.

The cougar just let out a loud moan as she began tensing up, her hips bucking forward as her thick seed began pouring out from her previously neglected cock, shooting out several feet, the sorceress having the good sense to stroke from the side to keep from getting coated in it.  "That’s.. quite a bit" the leopardess spoke out, dropping her usual playful tone just from the surprise at the volume.  Sierra meanwhile was just panting out heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to regain herself after experiencing that.  It may have just been a handjob, but she’d never even masturbated before.

"You’ll be quite the fruitful toy won’t you?  I think I’ll just drain you dry and pick you up once you’re manageable." Anya spoke, and before Sierra could tell her to wait she’d snap her fingers and vanish, leaving her at the mercy of her tentacles.  The puma used all of her strength now, tugging at the tentacles on one of her arms she’d pull so hard she could hear the creaking of the tree it was attached to, but just before she felled the tree she’d suddenly feel something around her nipple and sucking on it, and she’d almost fall over in recoil if not for the tentacles holding her so tight.

She’d look down to see one of the tentacles, the tip of it had opened up and was just sucking hard on that pink peak, forcing her to moan out and wriggle as she tried not to enjoy it.  Before long though she’d feel something else, milk from her nipple began flowing out, making her blush deeply.  She had once been cursed by a witch with fertility, but lacking a womb it just made her lactate every now and then, but she’d never had her milk drained like this before and it felt rather nice.

"Ffya?" she’d let out a startled moan as she felt more tentacles coming in from below, one latching onto her sac, specifically sucking on one of her balls, she’d curl her toes as she tried not to enjoy it.  At this point she’d have fallen from the pleasure, but she was being held up for now.  Soon she’d feel one latching onto her other pent up orb, making her pant out softly from the pleasure.  It wasn’t long before her other nipple was claimed as well, the both of them tugging firmly as they sucked, pulling on her large breasts, forcing her to moan out even more.

All this teasing also had the effect of getting her thick rod nice and stiff again, "Nooo..." she’d call out weakly, not wanting to feel that sort of pleasure again.  Soon one of the tentacles wrapped around that needy rod though, starting to stroke over it rapidly.  It lacked the delicate touch of the snow leopardess but it still felt good, especially combined with all the other pleasure.  Soon she’d feel a tentacle wrapping around the base of her tail, giving it a soft squeeze, "Annh" she’d just let out another pleased moan, that being a weak spot of hers.

She’d purr if she didn’t feel so violated right now, yet at the same time it all just felt so good.  However she’d feel slightly confused as it began sliding lower now, only for it to begin prodding at her virgin tailhole, "W-wait you’re not..?" she’d begin to question, stuttering as even she began reaching the point she couldn’t properly form words.  Of course her fear was quickly confirmed as she felt the tentacle slowly starting to push in.  Luckily for her it was rather thin at the tip, as well as incredibly slick, allowing it to slide in rather easily, and without too much pain for her first time.

She could feel it pumping back and forth along the entrance of her ass, at first making her groan with pain, but before long it too felt somewhat nice.  She could feel herself growing close to another orgasm, and weakly growled even though she knew it was futile, finally having reached the point where she just gave up.  However suddenly she’d feel one of those tentacles open up and take the tip of her cock into it, sucking and pulsing over the head of her rod, and with the rapid jerking of the other one she could feel herself being pushed over the edge again.

What she didn’t expect though was the tentacle inside of her just suddenly grinding along a specific spot inside her ass, it felt like it multiplied the pleasure and force of her orgasm, she’d just cry out with pleasure as she let out another hot load, this time it almost felt like rather than multiple loads it was poured out all in one huge flood, spilling right into that tentacle.  She just hung her head down, defeated as she’d pant out, but she wasn’t empty yet.  She was slowly lowered onto her knees now, it seemed they could tell she wasn’t going to escape at this point.

Her cock was slowly swallowed up by that tentacle, pulsing and squeezing over her entire shaft, sucking hungrily and combined with the pleasure of the one buried in her ass they’d just begin milking out her cum, over and over.  Her nipples were still just drained continuously as well.  A couple hours later she was completely dry, no more milk and no more cum, the formerly powerful amazon reduced to a pleasure filled mess that just knelt there in the middle of the lake, it was at this point Anya finally reappeared.

"Enjoy yourself?" she’d tease, moving a hand down to the cougar’s chin, lifting it up so she’d look directly at the sorceress.  Sierra seemed to have no more light in her eyes, she was wrung so dry she felt like she’d lost her soul as well.  The snow leopard just chuckled and leaned in to give Sierra her first kiss, the softness of those lips almost seemed to spark something in the larger feline.  "How about you become my pet?" the smaller cat suggested.

"You can feel as good as you have today and more, I might even let you fuck me every now and then, it’s incomparable to those tentacles you know" she’d keep speaking.  The thought of something that felt so good had Sierra’s eyes widen a little, the offer was starting to sound a little good.  Anya just pushed her footpaw up onto Sierra’s cock, eliciting a moan as she felt those soft padded toes toying with her shaft, slowly starting to rub up and down over it.

"It’ll feel good, don’t worry.  You’ll enjoy it, just like all the rest." she’d assure the mountain lion, and as Sierra looked up to her so pathetically her ears flicked, that last part.  She was here for a reason.  She could feel something near her hand, wood, she’d know that sensation anywhere.  With her last ounce of strength she’d grip that handle hard and swung it with all her strength as the sorceress continued talking.  Just before Anya could bring up a protective spell though, the blade of that axe went right through her neck, severing it, her head falling into the lake along with her body.

Eventually Sierra managed to find all the women in a nearby cave, and brought them all safely home.  That encounter changed her though, what was once a woman naive to the existence of sex became an addict.  She would have gladly become the woman’s pet if it were only her own fate at stake, but these women had homes and people waiting for them.  Because of that she managed to strike true.