She was preparing for the hunt. Ahead, through the grass, one could see a herd of zebras - the striped horses of Africa. Her body crept up, like a compressed spring, a stretched string. Another moment, and the spring will straighten, the hunt will be successful.

A flash of pain flashed through her body like a flash of lightning, an instantaneous flash, piercing her body from the hind paw to the very brain itself. She still had time to turn around and look at the colorful ribbons of a dart stuck into her thigh. And darkness enveloped her.

She awoke, tied with all four paws to a wooden circle. The belt loop, like a dog muzzle, girdled the captive's face and neck. There was a wooden strut in her mouth, which did not interfere with breathing, but did not allow her to bite or snap. The yellow figure crucified on a wooden hoop impotently and vainly gnawed its bonds.

A tall figure in black, never before seen by a yellow cat in the savanna, clutched at her tail and pulled hard on herself. Wanting to ease the pain, the captive leaned back, but the shackles did not allow her to completely loosen the grip of the person. His fingers snuck into the very inside of the lioness, parted the tender folds of her body, and plunged the syringe.

A sharp pain, like a hundred wild wasps, dug into the body of the queen of the savannas. Wild roar: the promise of a future reprisal, a long and inevitable death, and fear and despair. Everything was in this cry of despair. And the gentle folds of her body, meanwhile, more and more diverged under the influence of the medicine, preparing the body to receive some huge, simply incredible size, male organ. Intimate juices, stricken with medicine, flooded her insides.

The hoarse breath of a heated colt confirmed her worst assumptions. She looked around as much as the shackles allowed, and tucked her tail, like the smallest and most defenseless cat. Encouraged by a similar drug, a member of the stallion stood out to its full length and hung down a sort of shaft to the very ground under his belly, slightly shaking from the tension.

People in black, without fear of the sharp teeth of an enraged, but bound lioness, grabbed her by the hind legs, tightly holding her in a position convenient for the stallion. The hands of man brought the last centimeters between the womb of the yellow body and the tense member of the horse. The look of the lioness was tension and anticipation of pain, fear and hatred for captivating her. And at this moment the stallion makes the first move.

Wild, tearing, tearing the body pain from the penetration of a huge penis in an incredibly narrow bosom for him. The body of the stallion is bent in an arc, plunging its tool as deep as possible into the body of the victim. The yellow body of a lioness, on the contrary, was bent into a return string, trying to ease all the crushing pain, but the fetters held their victim tightly. Two bodies moved to the beat, tearing into the blood the tender folds of the body of a lioness. The hoarse breath of both accompanied this phantasmogoric scene.

Gradually, the body of the lioness began to respond to the movements of the stallion and the muscles of her yellow body tightly wrapped around his penis. Viscous thick moisture, the juices of their bodies, stretched for each movement of the stallion from the body of a lioness, sagging every time more and more to meet him. The stallion's hoarse breath turned into a victorious neigh when he filled his body with his seed. The intermittent breath of a lioness rolled over into a rolling groan of pleasure and relief from pain. Moan of freedom.

The eyes of the lioness went out, the spark of reason disappeared in them, giving way to a muddy film of non-existence and insanity. When a member of the stallion plunged into her throat, through the cleared mouth, she didn’t even have to resist in her thoughts. And the stallion with pleasure copulated with the yellow cat in such an unusual way, until the hot seed of the horse flooded it from this side.

Now the untied yellow cat gladly accepted the stallion into her body. In her dull eyes there was only the joy of new games and the new pleasure brought by the stallion.