Sari and I being his favorites, we went with the Sultan everywhere; with him, we got to see the insides of kingdoms from here to Egypt, each one more fantastic than the next. But it wasn't until we were back in our native land that the events occurred which I am about to detail, and which were the beginning of the fate which you see me in now.

Our Sultan's business done, we had remained at the kingdom of Pasht for several days of pleasure; he and the other Sultan were in the great hall having a feast, many dancers, jugglers and other entertainers present for their amusement. The food was excellent, though we just stayed at the smaller stools behind our Sultan, watching the jugglers and musicians. It wasn't until the replacement of the torches that the other Sultan clapped his hands.

"Now, for the festivities of the Night!"

The jugglers and such filed out, slaves coming in carrying cushions, blankets, bowls, etc. I presumed we were due for an orgy, but I was soon to be proven wrong; no, what we saw that night was far, far more unnatural than even the most licentious orgy I had ever seen.

"My lord," the other Sultan said to ours, "do you enjoy entertainments of a carnal nature?"

"Certainly,"

"Do you desire to watch some of the most unique displays my kingdom has to offer?

"Most certainly,"

"Very good," he clapped his hands, and several women filed in, leading many male slaves. They were followed in by more slaves carrying a huge, square box which was maybe twenty feet across, the whole thing covered with a thick curtain all the way around so its contents couldn't be seen.

They also led in several horses, all of them fine Arabian stallions the like of which I had seen many times before, except for one; he was a truly gigantic horse, larger than any I had ever seen before, being fully five hands taller than any of the others, taller at the shoulder than the head of even the tallest man. He shook his head and flipped his tail when I looked at him, as if he knew I was watching. There were also close to twenty mastiffs, two goats, a water buffalo, a boar, a camel, one very small, undoubtedly very young elephant, and a hideous creature the likes of which I had never seen before, which was hairless and gray and had one large horn on its nose.

All of the women were pretty, and none of wore more than a simple wrap and a loincloth, except for two, both of them standing near the rear of the hall, both wearing robes and heavy veils to cover their features. Once everyone was in the hall, the slaves closed the doors behind themselves and stood at attention, facing us. I couldn't even begin to fathom what was about to occur.

"Commence," the Sultan said, and one of the women bowed. They were all, without a doubt, some of the prettiest women in the kingdom.

"How should we begin, your majesty?" she asked.

"Whichever way you choose," he said magnanimously. "Keep in mind, we have a visiting king who has never witnessed the marvels you are about to display." She bowed courteously, and stepped back.

"Then allow me to present to your royalnesses," she said, stepping back and indicating one of the girls behind her. "Ratri and the Stallion,"

The girl she had indicated came forward, and the slavemen in charge of the animals released one of the Arabian horses. The girl walked to the horse, and as she led it into the center of the hall, two slaves were setting up a large, wooden table there, its top and rim padded, as if for someone to lay atop of. I still had no idea what sort of perversions I was about to witness.

It only dawned on me when the girl, Ratri, began stroking the horse's nose and muzzle, her face next to his, whispering niceties to him. Her hands on his broad, powerful neck, she then kissed him right on the lips. Both Sari and I were stunned at this display of affection between a woman and an animal, but we were to be shocked further...

After stroking and kissing him on the face, she undid her wrap, letting it fall to the ground, from where a slave immediately picked it up. She now wore only her loincloth, her flesh now exposed to our view.

Lifting her arms for him, the stallion began snuffling at her naked breasts, their nipples becoming tipped with desire as his huge, leathery snout brushed back and forth across her nipples, lingering in the space between them, and then delving into her armpits, his nostrils quivering with obvious interest. I saw her eyes close in pleasure, though I found it difficult to believe that she was actually taking the same joy from this as she could from a man.

I had always known stallions were randy beasts, and so was unsurprised when I saw movement between his rear legs. I averted my eyes out of respect for the Sultan, not wishing to look upon an organ as fearsome as the horse's was sure to be. I had caught a glimpse of one once, but had looked away quickly, so as not to see it fully. I remembered that it was thick, the flesh a dark, mottled black, and very, very long....

After letting him do this for a sufficient amount of time, she ended their embrace and walked around to his side, stroking his hide as she went, her fingers tracing their way over his body. Getting down to her knees, she moved up underneath him, facing the forbidden place between his legs directly. Peering closer despite myself, I saw his manhood actually beginning to emerge, and I averted my gaze again.

"Ohhh, look," Sari said, touching my arm. Without even considering the consequences, I opened my eyes, turning my head back to view the sight we were being subjected to, shivering with unabashed awe as I did so.

The stallion's manhood was now fully unsheathed, and hung down before the girl; she had placed her hands around it and was now gently stroking it with her palms and fingers, but without gripping it, as if trying to tease him into excitation. He was so huge; his male organ was fully as long as my forearm, and much thicker. The tip was not sheathed in a foreskin like that of a man, instead just the purplish tip sticking out, bulbous and swollen, and shiny with moisture. She was cooing, and regarding his organ raptly.

No male, man or beast, could withstand such treatment without stiffening from the resultant lust; as Sari and I watched, the girl already rubbing it faster, gripping it more firmly, it began to extend upwards, swelling, growing stiffer and stiffer, until it was pointed directly at Ratri. She smiled joyfully, and then, grabbing the shaft tightly with one hand, began stroking the crown of his penis. It was huge, fully half a handspan long, and so wide she could barely get her hand around it, which is just what she did. For the first time since he had appeared that evening, the stallion whinnied.

With a gasp of excitement, she took her hand from his organ's tip and spat in her own palm, then reapplied it to him, rubbing her spit all over his crown, making it slick and shiny. As she rubbed it, the strangest thing began to happen: the crown began to expand, blossoming like a flower beneath her touch. Having swollen up to nearly twice its previous size, it now began to leak, the clear fluid showing the height of his lust. The girl cupped her hand beneath his cock, catching as much of the clear slime as she could, and then proceeded to rub it all over his crown, and up the length of his penis. The stallion didn't seem to mind, just stamping twice with his left rear hoof, shaking his head and tail.

Then, her respect for the taboos of God clearly nonexistent, she leaned her neck forward and put her mouth to the tip, eliciting another whinny from the stallion and a shudder of disgust from me. Imagine putting one's mouth onto such an intimate place on an animal's body! How lewd and evil it was!

Smiling as if in pleasure at her denial of any sort of morals, she finally withdrew from beneath him, preparing herself for the next act of depravity she was about to perform.

Removing her loincloth as she walked to the table, he followed her, his shaft swaying back and forth. She smiled back at him as she bent over the table, and he approached her with obvious enthusiasm. Then, with an amorous flourish, she bent down over the narrow table, her body bent at the waist over the edge, her stomach flat across the tabletop, her arms gripping the sides. Her body now entirely supported by the table, she spread her legs, placing each foot near the legs of the table, her rear entirely exposed to the Arabian Stallion, who even now advanced upon her, bearing an erection so large that it frightened me to think of any woman having to accommodate it. What if she couldn't? What if he killed her, right here, in front of us? I hated seeing people killed, and the thought that it would be by being split open from inside filled me with horror. I wanted to look away, but found myself unable to, hypnotized, almost, by the sight of this big, sleek stallion, his tremendous manhood exposed and hard, and this small woman bent over a table, so brazenly offering herself to him....

The stallion moved forward, his forelegs past the point of her waist. He slowed, as if instinctively knowing that the entry wouldn't be easy for either of them. I was glued to the sight, fascinated by the actual process of how it was going to happen.

His body moving closer to hers, the swollen tip of his thing gave a shudder just before touching her body, and then it did, the huge, spit-moistened crown just gently pressed to her. She lifted her head and smiled, then began to wiggle her rear end, in the manner of a courtesan trying to excite a customer. The horse snorted, unmoving, and I realized that what she was doing was trying to position herself for him, to ease his entry. Then, she stopped wiggling, holding herself still, and he grunted, suddenly pushed forward, the smile on her face growing, and as we all watched, his penis actually went INTO her, the hideously flared crown disappearing into her cunt! Once his entry had been initiated, the horse eased himself forward, his body now predominantly over hers, his thing sliding deeper as he moved, taking one step, driving it in suddenly and harshly, the bulk of it rapidly slipping into her flesh. I gasped with terror, expecting to hear her scream, but instead she just emitted a satisfied sounding groan, her smile widening, her arousal at this violation clearly genuine. She was still holding her head up, her back arched tautly, the expression on her face clearly visible.

The stallion, now firmly ensconced inside of her, began to thrust, his pelvis moving back and forth, shoving his manhood in and out of her in the exact same fashion of every other man in the world, when he was bedding a woman.

"Sari," the Sultan said, and she went forward, putting her hands in his lap and touching him there, her touches gentle and irregular at first. She looked over at me and winked, and then turned back to watch the show, the girl and the stallion still going at it.

Her expression had changed to one of a deeper sort of pleasure, the smile having disappeared, being replaced by a grimace of that sort of ecstasy which takes over at that special time. Now that I realized that she was not only not about to die, but was quickly being transported into bliss by the stallion, I envied instead of pitied her. The stallion was really going at it, too: all four hooves on the ground, he was working his pelvis back and forth, using the strength in his muscular rear legs, hips, and back, the muscles bulging and contracting smoothly. His eyes were, strangely enough, open, his ears turned backwards, his head lowered, mouth open, lips curled up.

"Ah!" Ratri said from beneath him, shuddering all over, her legs shaking, twitching, her buttocks heaving mere inches beneath his stomach. Her back arching, her shoulders curved up, eventually pressing her head up against his soft flesh. He didn't seem to notice, more intent on moving himself in and out of her, back and forth, his massive length shiny with her dew. Her face convulsed in the height of passion, she began to shake violently all over, her eyes closed, mouth open. Her pleasured cries soon filling my ears, I caught a whiff of sweat and horselather, and then she let out a long, sharp moan.

"As you can see, she and the horse work well together," the other Sultan said, and our Lord just grunted. Sari was now working away at his exposed organ with her hands and mouth, gently suckling the tip while massaging the base of the shaft and his balls. It was at this point that the stallion let out a whinny, his head shaking, his eyes, finally, closing, the true pleasure obviously upon him.

Thrusting forward with what looked to be all his strength, he drove his manhood into her all the way to the hilt, and she cried out in what sounded like blissful agony, her toes and fingers curling, a sure sign of the sheerest pleasure. He withdrew only a little, then pushed forward again, his body shuddering mightily above hers, her head and shoulders pressed against him. His back arched steeply, he held himself in her that way for just a moment more, then went slack, his motions ceased, his cock still inside her.

They remained there in silence for a moment, both of them dissolved in that afterglow of bliss which I knew so well. I wondered how it felt to share it with a mighty stallion such as that one, though.

"If it please the Sultan," the woman who had spoken first now said, "we shall provide entertainment using the oxen." Our Sultan nodded in reply, and the slavemen in charge of the water buffalo began checking his harnesses to make sure that they were tight.

The stallion let out a delighted neigh, and then, his hips giving one final shudder, took a step backwards, about a handspan and a half of his manhood withdrawing from the girl on the table. She shivered and let out a cry of wasted delight. Shaking his head violently, he then withdrew all the way, his thing softer and limper than it had been before, but still semi-erect, its fattened length shiny with the residuals of their lovemaking. The tip was still dripping a cloudy fluid, and I could just see the train of droplets coming from Ratri's flower, leaving a small puddle on the floor. I could only speculate how much essence the horse had ejected at his final moment of passion. It was probably a lot, and I wondered if she ran the risk of pregnancy. Could a stallion sire a child on a woman? I wasn't sure, but knowing how passionate and potent they were, I thought they probably could, though I couldn't even begin to imagine how she could be delivered of it.

Ratri stood, lifting herself off the table with difficulty, her whole body having been placed into a singular rapture in that particular position. When she stood, a stream of the stallion's seed issued from her flower, joining the rest of it on the floor. She was smiling, and had clearly really reached that particular heaven, her thighs quivering as she turned to walk away, even her back reddened with the sexual flush.

The water buffalo was led forward, and this time another girl came up to it. Her name was not announced.

After patting the buffalo on the nose, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the nose, then on the side of his face. He didn't seem to mind, though he did let out a grunt when she did this. She began stroking and stroking him, running her hands over his thick, fleshy neck, the corded muscles beneath completely unyielding to her touches. She kissed him once more, before letting go of him and walking around to his side.

Removing her wrap and her loincloth, she got down on her knees and crawled beneath him, right up under his stomach, facing towards his rear.

Reaching up with both hands, she grasped the sheath and began rubbing it back and forth, the tip of his maleness peeking out. Like the stallion, his flesh was a dark blackish color. At least the tip was, anyway.

As she rubbed it, it emerged and rapidly stiffened, soon grown to its full size. It wasn't quite as long as the stallion's had been, but was much, much thicker, being so thick that I was once again worried for the girl's safety, not to mention her comfort. It didn't seem to frighten her a bit, though: in fact, she looked pleased and aroused by the sight of his fully hardened and extruded organ, leaning forward and kissing it on the tip. Our Sultan gasped when she did that, and I wondered what he was thinking. Sari was now working more vigorously at him, her pace quickening, then slowing down, gradually but steadily, to what it had been before. After another thirty seconds of that, she would start moving faster again, making the Sultan twitch with joy.

After bringing him to the proper state of rigidity, the girl got up, turned about and knelt over the table, the buffalo following quickly behind, his thing swinging back and forth, his flesh fattened with lust, his gigantic balls dangling freely. She got on the table, spread her legs for him, and he happily walked over her, the tip of his monstrous organ soon up against her rear and pushing at it.

Another woman came up to them and grabbed his tremendous organ, her head lowered so she could observe the place where their bodies were supposed to meet. Reaching out, she put her hand around him and guided him in, using her other hand to spread the petals of the flower of the girl on the table. Once the tip was in, the buffalo made a ruttish-sounding grunt and pushed it home, making it all the way in on the first stroke. The girl gasped and shivered, spreading her legs farther apart, as if to make more room for him.

His massive, hairy body over hers, he began to push in and out, his giant and overly thick organ very visible with each return stroke, his black flesh glistening moistly. The girl began to whimper and cry, her fingers curling up, her face contorted in pleasure. Now that I had seen just how pleasant and safe coupling with larger animals really was, I envied her, wishing I could be doing it, too.

The girl began moaning and groaning, the buffalo doing his thing, his massive body shaking with each thrust, until, without any more warning than a brief grunt, he was done. His motions ceasing almost immediately, he dismounted and withdrew, his handlers leading him back to the other end of the room.

"To demonstrate how well trained our animals are, we shall demonstrate their abilities on a less willing subject." the woman who was the troupe's main speaker said. Two slaves moved forward with a device similar to the table, only much lower, maybe half the height. She clapped her hands, and two more slaves came in the room, holding a girl who was struggling against them, her eyes wide with fear, her mouth gagged.

Using ropes, they securely bound her to the lower table, lashing her thighs to the rear legs, binding her wrists with sturdy cord to the front ones. Then they let one of the mastiffs go.

He was a huge beast, one of the largest and fiercest looking hunting dogs I had ever seen. He immediately descended on the girl strapped to the table, sticking his snout in her rear end.

Snuffling and licking at her there, she began to twitch, her head rolling from one side to the other. The dog didn't seem to notice or care, however, and just kept licking her. After tasting her in this fashion for nearly a minute, her anxiety and struggles growing and growing, he took his snout out of her rear and hopped up on her, clutching her waist with his powerful, hairy forelegs. I could just see the pink tip of his thing sticking out, and as he moved closer to her, more of it was revealed.

Pressing his pelvis to her rear, he pushed the tip in, the furred sheath around the remainder retracting, exposing his organ for all the see. It was a strange organ, too: it was bright red, and the tip was sharply pointed. But the queerest thing was its irregularity in shape: at the base was a gigantic bulge which was nearly twice as thick as the rest of it. I wondered what its purpose was.

Pushing it into her, bulge and all, she screamed through the gag, the dog whining and letting out a yap of joy that sounded alien coming from a dog that huge. Once he was in her he arched his back sharply, pumping brutally and rhythmically into her, pushing quickly and efficiently into her body, driving himself in and out repeatedly. Though her eyes were wide open with horror, his eyes were now squinted, his ears folded back, his giant body pressed tightly to hers. He was not only much larger than she was, but she was totally unable to escape. He seemed ready to take full advantage of both these things.

After five or six minutes of his frantic, brutal humping, the beast dismounted her, but left his penis inside, turning around and facing away from her, their bodies connected rear-to-rear. I was unaware of why he did this, but it looked strange, and obviously very pleasurable for both the girl and the dog.

The next thing they released was the boar.

And he was a big, vicious looking one, too. While the dog was in her from behind, they led the boar around to her front, the slave removing her gag while holding the boar's leash, one of the other girls reaching in between his legs to give him an erection.

The tip of his maleness emerging from his long, thin sheath, I saw (or could have sworn I saw) that his penis had a screw-shaped tip. As we all watched, they led the boar around to the front of the slave girl, removed her gag, and forced her to open her mouth. She looked stuporous and tired, and I wondered if it was from the pleasure or from the shock.

The boar easily mounted her from the front, his cloven forehooves clutching her about the shoulders, his penis extruding further until I was amazed that such a long organ could belong to such an animal. Not that he was a small beast, easily outweighing the girl he was mounting, even, but that thing of his, with which he was even now poking right into her mouth, without moving his pelvis at all, was at least three handspans long, if not more. The slave whom the dog was covering clearly didn't want to take it, I could tell, but she had little choice: they would have just forced her mouth open if she closed it, and if she was recalcitrant, she would be punished. Brutally.

The gigantic mastiff taking her from the rear in his peculiar fashion, his huge organ still firmly snared within hers, the boar taking her improperly from the front, his cock moving in and out of her grimacing mouth, the slave girl's eyes were tightly closed, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was taking any pleasure at all from the exchange. I knew that it was possible to do so, even when one was unwilling, since I had been in the position of having to service our Sultan that way more than once, when, for some reason, my own appetites were not as fierce as his. Those times had lessened in recent years though, my own fires growing hotter over time. I noticed the slave girl's thighs shivering, and wondered if this was a sign of her own internal spasms, but I couldn't be sure; it could just be due to fatigue.

"We must by no means let the action wane," the lead woman said, gesturing at another pair, woman and animal, the woman being a slight little thing, the animal the elephant, the pairing as unlikely as possible. I couldn't even fathom a woman that size having any sort of congress with even an immature elephant such as this one, his organ surely far too large for her, or even me!