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Rachel whimpered. Much of her mind had been utterly obliterated by the psychic attack, leaving only Hound.
"Where Master? Where Master? Fuck Hound! Master fuck Hound! Master promise!"
She crawled out of the room on her hands and knees, naked and her pussy juice oozing down her leg.
"Where Master? Fuck Hound! Hound horny!"
The confused and horny brain-smashed girl crawled down the hall, looking for Master.
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Meanwhile, in Storm's dreams she was back in Africa, in the Veldt, and the lightening was crashing all around her.
She was running, running on all fours, running after prey. After prey? She was an animal? She was a woman! No, not a woman, not some weak woman, but a beast, a lioness.
Strong lioness, lioness eat, lioness hunt.
In her dream, she leaped with a snarl, leaped on the back of a gazelle, leaped and tore.
Storm snarled and clawed her bed as she tossed and turned in her dream. A wild lioness, no talking save snarling... wild and savage and strong and... horny....
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