And yet she did, first coaxing him over onto his back*he was very well trained*and massaging that whole area with her hands, drawing his organ out with her skilled hands and mouth. In the midst of her manual stimulations, the boar let out a low-pitched shriek, and the slave girl moaned, almost choking in the process, his organ going off in her, an unbelievable amount of seed spilling forth out of her mouth, a literal gusher of it running down her chin and neck, spilling straight out, spurting over her lips, everything! There was at least a small wine-flask worth of it there, and if I had not seen it with my own eyes I would hardly have believed it from someone else. But there it was, a thick, milky-white ooze all over everything, his fit of lust finally over, his penis, still pronouncedly dripping all over the floor, withdrawing into its sheath, and they led him away. Notably the dog was still working away at her rear, his pelvis still making small, very irregular jerks, his tail flat on her back.

The girl with the elephant had managed to excite him to the point where he was rigid, his organ just as prodigious as I had expected it to be, but less rigid and more flexible. Smiling, she got to her hands and knees before him, and he ambled over her in that casual yet deliberate manner which the lofty elephant has, his organ slipping easily into her depths. The smile was a long time leaving her face, growing and growing until it was finally replaced by an O of pleasure, her back arching, her thighs shuddering, the elephant's trunk curling beneath her to rub its tip over her breasts, pausing happily directly over one nipple and fondling it with extreme care. She gasped at that, her face now contorted grotesquely, and she began to make rather unbecoming sounds, even worse than those of the others. The elephant was now groaning and making little roars, his mighty hips shuddering, though hardly moving at all, though something was moving, I could tell, his huge balls rocking back and forth between his legs, her body shaken with each forward thrust, pulled with each return tug.

The mastiff which was glued to the slave from behind gave a yelp, pulling away from her, the long, pink rod which had connected their bodies visible for only a fleeting moment, its length the same, though it was now slimmer and much, much redder, and then it was gone, back between his legs. He shivered all over and then walked back to where he had originally been with the other mastiff, only pausing then to lay on the ground and groom himself.

The elephant giving a final cry, the girl's groans and cries at a crescendo of ecstasy, he gave his final shiver, gripping her tightly with his trunk, the whole thing wrapped around her torso. She convulsed with her own pleasure, then seemed to deflate, both of their bodies suddenly quiescent.

"Let's see another horse," our Sultan said, Sari still working away at him. He put his hand on her head, which was the command to stop, which she did, immediately. "May we see one of the women treat one solely by the art of hand and mouth...?"

"I don't see why not," said the other Sultan, gesturing to the lead woman, who nodded, speaking to two women, both of them saying nothing, but going to their chosen beast. Leading him forward until they were all center-stage, one of them went down between his legs, kneeling humbly before his crotch, his organ still hidden away in its sheath, the other began to stroke his head and kiss him, whispering things in his ears, letting him nuzzle between her breasts, his huge, velvety nose obviously causing her great pleasure. Opening her legs, she slid one hand down there into her own cleft, rubbing her fingers in it for a moment, then offering him the fingers to sniff and lick. He did, giving a whinny of delight, his huge snout next snuffling down between her legs, his lips pulled back as if he were about to bite her.

Meanwhile, the other girl had been tending to his nether regions, her face right up close in his crotch, kissing and licking his sheath, her actions only becoming clear and visible when she worked her way around the side of it, all the way to the front, her tongue sticking out of her mouth and delving into the opening of his penis sheath, finally moving her lips up to it in a kiss. The horse's left rear hoof stamped on the floor, twice, his tail twitching excitedly. She was forced to withdraw her mouth from his sheath as his penis emerged, running her hands and tongue along that, instead.

Slaves having brought a table for her from behind, the girl who had previously been kissing and petting the stallion lay back on it, spreading her legs, her flower now elevated so that he hardly even had to lower his head to nuzzle at it, his huge tongue and leathery lips moving all over that area, withdrawing, grimacing evilly for a few moments, his lips flared, his teeth held together, and then diving right back into her, his tongue the largest I had ever seen, the uncouth and clumsy touch of his lips and mouth obviously causing her much pleasure.

The Sultan was still keeping Sari from continuing her manipulations of him, but was obviously shaking with arousal, desperate to finish. I said nothing, just watched the show.

The girl tending to the horse's member was busily running her hands up and down it, her mouth seemingly glued to the tip, working tirelessly at it, taking as much into her mouth as she could, which wasn't more than just a few inches past the crown. The stallion grunted, still nosing in the first girl's crotch, his tongue deep inside her flower, a tongue that was easily twice as large as the organ of a man.

It wasn't until his hips began to buck and thrust erratically that the Sultan let Sari continue, her pace racing against that of the horse's.

The girl on the table was moaning and writhing, the stallion's back slightly arched, his hips thrusting, his pelvis pushing his fearsome maleness forward and into the receptive hands and mouth of the second girl, who appeared to be taking as much pleasure from the stallion as the first. The stallion began to make queer grunting noises, as if reaching his fit was proving difficult. I was sure it was probably due to the paucity of the stimulation, his thing used to being inside a much tighter, more form fitting receptacle.

His thrusts growing more forceful and less orderly, he lifted his head from the girl on the table, made a trumpeting moan, and then lowered his head back down to her, clamping his teeth around the soft skin of her thigh, holding it carefully in his mouth as he pushed as hard as he could into his own release, his pleasure almost peaked, almost there, you could tell, his eyes rolling wildly, his ears back, the only two things he was able to do at the moment being to thrust forward and pull backwards a little bit so that he could thrust forward again.

The stallion's mighty mouth holding her by the thigh, the first girl was crying out in something that sounded like pain, her hand snaking down into her own cleft, rubbing her button furiously. The horse was coming, and so was she.

The girl between his legs suddenly took her mouth off of the tip of his cock, but kept her face poised directly in front of it, mouth open. When I looked closer I could see why she had released it from her mouth: just like the first stud, his crown had flared up enormously, too. Clear fluid leaking copiously from the tip, the girl's tongue remained on it as much as possible, his cock shaking violently with the imminent release of his passion.

The stallion let out one last whinny and grunt, and then he came, a huge streamer of gooey white fluid bursting out of the flared-out head of his cock and almost completely into her waiting mouth, only a little bit of it landing on her lips and chin. The squirt was really big, and probably took almost a whole second just to emerge fully, his juices thick and milky. But he wasn't done yet; oh no, as I watched, another gush of it came out of the tip. And then another. And another.

He ejaculated for an eternity of equine pleasure, spurt after spurt of thick white essence emerging, his semen spilling out and all over the girl's smiling face, her eyes bright, her mouth wide open as if wishing to savor as much of him as she could get. After unloading what was easily the equivalent of the essences of six or seven men, he stopped, his back relaxing, the arch collapsing, his hips growing still. She kept rubbing him gently, though, her throat moving as she swallowed what he had given her, then kissing the tip of his cock repeatedly. He slowly let go of the girl on the table, who was even now crying and moaning with bliss, relieving herself with her hands, her whole cunt shiny with the horse's saliva, the bite-mark on her thigh already shading into a reddish-blue, the bruise promising to become livid within minutes. All three of them had obviously enjoyed themselves immensely, the only one whose appetite had remained unslaked being the girl beneath him, her flower surely aching for it right now.

Sari's mouth working slower and slower on the Sultan, she kept him right there on the edge of his own pleasure, her face ecstatic, and totally absorbed in what she was doing.

The horse who had just been relieved was now led away, back to the group, the gigantic one being led forward, the horse who stood so much taller than the others, his legs thicker and more muscular, his head huge, his neck thick and powerful. I could just see the giant sheath between his legs, just the sheath itself easily twice as large as the entire organ of most men. His balls dangled behind the sheath, each of them the size of a small melon. He tossed his head, his mane flowing out, the muscles in his neck flexing attractively.....

"Only a few women can accommodate the physical love of a fully mature stallion," the lead woman said, indicating the huge horse as he was brought to centerstage. "and of those, only a few can accept those studs larger than the average, this creature being the product of a land far from ours, his bloodlines distinguished, but alien. If anyone here has seen a larger horse than this, feel free to speak." No one did, and after a moment, she continued. "His manhood isn't much longer than that of most stallions, but its girth is so fantastic as to be nigh-dangerous for a woman of normal dimensions and capabilities." I heard our Sultan grunt almost inaudibly, which meant he wasn't far from his climax. Sari was skilled with her mouth, however (just as I was), and I was sure she would probably be able to draw him out for another ten or fifteen minutes, at least.

"---So allow me to produce, Katriana!" the woman said, indicating one of the two women at the back who were veiled, the one on the left stepping forward, pulling her hood back to reveal a tremendous length of hair which was as black as night. She was beautiful, and I wondered to myself in amazement at what would have motivated a woman as gorgeous as that to adopt the life of one in this circus, trading her body up to animals for the pleasure of spectators. I wondered, but the only reason I could think of was that --- she enjoyed it.

As the woman moved towards the horse, he whinnied and nickered, probably recognizing her. The tip of his penis began to emerge from his sheath, the hole in the end of the sheath dilating wider and wider and wider until the whole crown emerged, its extrusion having forced the foreskin-like sheath back around the rear of the glans. Just the head of his manhood was as big across as my flat palm!

"A question," our Sultan asked the other one, and he turned to look at him. "how long does it take to train the women to do these sorts of things with animals?"

"I wouldn't know exactly," he replied. "why? Are you interested in training some of your girls to perform such acts?"

"I would not be averse to it," he said emphatically. The other Sultan summoned the main woman over to us.

"Tell me," our Sultan said, "how long does it take to train a woman in these arts?"

"That depends," she said. "on how much experience she has already had in the arts of love. A virgin is the hardest to train; a courtesan, the easiest."

"If I gave you one of these girls---" he said, and I gulped with fear. "could you train them to perform with you now? Tonight?"

"It depends upon the girl, and which animal she is to be studded to."

"Any of these animals," he said. "Arabian stallions, dogs, anything. How long?"

"Well," she eyed both Sari and I, then said, "either of them could probably be studded to a dog with little trouble, since that requires little foreknowledge, and because our dogs have been so well trained, and they are easily capable of taking what they desire, even from an unwilling mate. Horses, however," she shrugged. "That depends on a lot of things, such as the disposition of the horse, the physical abilities of the woman, her readiness to learn, etc."

"If I gave you one of my girls, could you train them? Starting now, but teaching them everything so that they would be capable of it always?"

"Certainly," she said. "but I can't say for sure that either of them will be able to accommodate the larger of the beasts in our collection."

"That is understood," he said.

"So," she said, considering the two of us. "Which one?"

The Sultan looked from Sari to me, and then he groaned, Sari undoubtedly giving her all to him with her mouth, so that he would be less inclined to commit her body to this use. Thinking for a moment, he turned back to look at me, then looked at Sari again, then back at me.

"Her," he pronounced, and I almost died. I saw one of Sari's eyes open, looking upon me with terror. "You may take her now. Train her. Teach her everything."

"Come with me then," the woman said, and I got up from my seat, ashen and shaking, not wanting to do it, but knowing that disobedience meant death....

The girl beneath the giant horse was now stroking his organ, which had finally erected to its full size. It was frightening: I didn't see how she would be able to accept such a thing into her own body. It was fully a handspan longer than that of the other stallion's, and at its thinnest point was thicker across than my ankle. They led me past this, around into the very rear of the hall, all the cages, gear and equipment creating a wall between us and the Sultans.

"Hey," she called, and the woman who had just orally relieved the stallion came with us. "find out how deep she is, and how much she can take easily."

"No problem," the girl said, grinning happily. She opened up a case and withdrew an item that scared me. It was a long, polished piece of ivory, at least two feet long and two inches thick, the long straight thing comparable to the organ of a horse. She nodded at me.

"Lay down on the ground," she commanded, and I did. She got down in between my legs, pushing my wrap aside, and checked my flower. "You're already wet," she said. "Good."

Then, placing the tip of the ivory item against my flower, she slowly worked the tip into me, and I wanted to cry out but was afraid to, the fear making things even worse than they were. She realized this, and withdrew a small pellet from a pocket. Reaching in between my legs, she stuffed it up my ass, and I winced. She began to once again try and probe me with the ivory piece.

She got it more than three quarters of the way in before I began to cry uncontrollably, whimpering and begging her to stop, the hard tip pressing up at the entrance to my womb itself. She Hmmmed, withdrew it, guided me over to some tables and other equipment, told me to bend over, pointing to one of the tables that I had seen used repeatedly this evening. I gulped, but did as I was told, my arms stretched out before me, my rear exposed to whatever she chose to inflict upon it.

I realized that I could see the proceedings very well from where I was, the giant horse now aroused and ready for service. But this time, instead of him merely walking over the girl as she lay bent over the table for him, there were three tables, all side-by-side, the girl bent over the middle one. I had a perfect side view of the whole thing as the horse reared up above her, his hooves coming down on the other tables with one loud CLOP!, his organ aimed forward and at the ready, one of the other girls coming forward to assist him.

His organ was truly beautiful, I thought to myself, wishing I was able to take it, then wondering where these thoughts were coming from. I felt tingly all over, nervously excited, but very languid at the same time. I felt the girl placing her hands on my ass, then moving then down to my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart. I didn't resist, letting her do it, even shifting my pelvis lower when I felt the tip of the second ivory rod against my nether lips. She pushed it in a little ways, then withdrew it, then pushed it in again. This one felt much larger than the first one, and it stretched my insides terribly.

"Wow," she said, and I felt the rod give a jerk. "you're a natural. This dildo is almost as thick as the Stud out there---" she presumably meant the horse, his mighty organ even now being guided into the prone and ready girl on the table, the woman who was holding his penis appearing to do so with great respect, placing the tip against her companion's lips as if it were an honor for both of them, pushing at the glans until it slid in a little, then letting the horse do the rest, his passions aroused to their maximum, giving no more than a grunt and a buck of his hips, forcing two handspans in with one stroke, causing the girl to cry out. Stepping forward into her, he steadily pushed it in deeper, his back now arched above her, his pelvis lowered and pushed forward, driving his body into hers, to the great pleasure of all concerned. His movements sure and strong, he set up a rapid rhythm that appeared effortless to me, his cock slickened with her juices, sliding in and out with great rapidity.

The girl behind me was steadily working the rod in and out, and it wasn't long before I began to feel the beginnings of a climax, my own desires awakened by watching the horse and the woman coupling, the realization that I may be doing that all too soon almost too much to bear. After a moment the girl stopped moving the ivory rod, calling the main woman over to me.

"Very good," she said. "Much as I hate to waste a dog, try her with a mastiff first, and then, depending on how she does with him, perhaps a pony...?"

"That sounds acceptable," said the lead woman. "Get her acclimated to the dogs." And then she turned and walked away.

"Well, that is that," she said, removing the rod from my vagina. "Get up." I did so. "Follow," she commanded, and I did.

She took me deeper behind the curtains, to an area far from the sight of the audience. There were dogs everywhere, leashed to a stake in the ground. They were all large, and frightening looking.

"Are you particularly scared of hounds?" She asked, as if it were a matter of course to ask that question.

"No," I said, honestly. I felt so dizzy that deceit was impossible.

"Good," she said, going to one of the dogs, who immediately got to his feet, looking up at her expectantly, his tongue lolling. "Then I am going to let you have Bortan. He is one of the fiercer of the dogs." She began untying his leash. "Sometimes, when covering a slave, the dogs will bite the neck. Don't worry: they won't ever actually harm you. Bortan actually has a very nice disposition, considering." She had finished untying him, and he now stood before her.

"Are you ready?" she said, turning to me. Hesitantly, I nodded. "All right." She turned back to the dog. In a voice one uses when giving commands to animals, she said, "Bortan: Do the slave."

She didn't need to say anymore. The dog was upon me immediately, snarling and slavering with unbridled lust. I could just see the pink tip of his maleness peeking out from between his legs. He began trying to crawl over me, forcing himself upon me. He was much heavier than I, and I withered beneath his assault.

"If you want to soften his mood," the girl said, "reach out and touch him between the legs. He likes that." She spoke as if she had experience with him.

Eager to please him, to allay his lusts, I did as she bade, placing my hand on his cock, gently cradling the furry repository for his manhood. He froze, as if waiting to see what I would do. I began rubbing it back and forth, just as I would a man. He let out a pleased sigh, no longer snapping at me.

Gripping him more firmly, I began stroking him in earnest, sliding the soft pouch back and forth over the pink cock within. "Good, good," crooned the girl, encouraging me. Still clutching his cock, I lay back, knowing that he would soon take me like a man.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "That's not the right way. Don't make it hard for him to mount. Get up on your hands and knees."

Following her commands, I slid out from beneath him, turning over onto my hands and knees. In doing so, however, I had to release my hold on his cock. The moment I did that, he growled loudly, snarling at me once again.

Thinking that I was trying to escape him, probably, he leapt upon me even as I was trying to make myself more accommodating for him. I had managed to turn over and was on my knees, but he knocked me to the ground, this time on my stomach.

"Get up, quickly!" she said, even as I was struggling to do so, his heavy body atop of mine. "He'll start biting soon!"

Making it to my knees, his maleness jabbing at me, I didn't even have time to prepare myself for his penetration; my face and chest still pressed to the hard floor, he forced his way into me, his cock unbelievably hot, the pointed tip feeling surprisingly thin, compared to the huge ivory rod that had been used before. Groaning with fear and horror, I managed to lift myself up a little more, so that I was now crouched on all fours, just like a female dog.

"Good," crooned the girl. "How do you like her so far, Bortan? Is she as soft as I am?"

Bortan only whined in reply. Clutching my midriff with his powerful forelegs, he began pumping me with unbelievable speed, his cock moving in and out of me with a delicious motion.

"I-" I gasped. "I think I can bear this."

"You haven't a choice," laughed the girl. "And you'll have even less choice in another few moments."

I didn't have to ask what she meant. I could already feel the strangely shaped lump at the base of his penis. It felt huge.

Gathering me beneath him, he pulled back, and then pushed forward, hard, jamming the entire thing into me, bulge and all. I cried out when it went in, and he let out a yelp of pure joy.

Then, once the hideous thing was within me, it did the strangest thing: it began to grow even larger, flaring out in me just like the tips of those stallion's cocks I had seen. It was a mysterious feeling, having it grow there inside of me. It grew quickly, easily doubling in size. Not only was it swollen, though; it was also impossibly hard, like a block of wood, or that ivory thing they had used on me. Except that, unlike the ivory, it wasn't cold...No, it was hot...Searingly hot....

Once it was done growing, his thrusts became slower, less regular; his hips weren't actually quiescent at any point, instead jerking and throbbing randomly, causing his penis to throb and vibrate in my flower, the feelings of acute pleasure ebbing outwards from my loins.

He had been covering me for ten or fifteen minutes before I was able to stop moaning, my orgasms now coming more slowly than before. I had never felt anything like this before. Never. I now realized why these women were devoted to this group: no man could come close to giving me this sort of pleasure.