Tame Camp 3 By Strega They call it "Tame camp." At first glance the advertisements for Camp Mwele read like any other safari destination. If you go through the fine print on the website very carefully, though, you learn about the very friendly wildlife. Come to Camp Mwele and get to know the lions, the hyenas, and all the others. 'Know' in the Biblical sense, that is. Most people who make it as far as the camp know what is going on, but occasionally they don't and learn in the rudest way what happens here. Once that happened a few times the camp stewards started giving introductory talks to new arrivals. And then there was the other thing that could happen. Most people, even the regulars, didn't know. But the nice young couple that showed up for a three night visit did. Came the day that Roger and Alice (not their real names) arrived at Camp Mwele. Arrived, and planned to never leave. They sat through the mandatory opening lecture and were all smiles. The gross details were laid out by the native guides and the few people who hadn't read the fine print on the camp booking website rather hastily asked to be rebooked elsewhere, or in the case of one pale young college student - probably a trust fund baby given the expense of a trip to Kenya - eagerly asked for more details. Each camp site had a degree of privacy, screened by thornbrush and acacia, and all you had to do was ring a bell to let the local wildlife know you were interested. Sometimes just sitting or lying naked on a sleeping bag was all it took. One of the regulars enthusiastically described her first visit, before the intro lectures started, when she sunbathed naked and face down in her camp and was licked, then mounted by a great-maned lion. "Then the hyena showed up," she went on brightly. Tame camp, they called it. Fuck camp was more like it. Roger and Alice nodded and smiled as flickering images of various animal genitalia were projected on a screen, and checked their cell phones as the guide explained that some male animals were just fine for the inexperienced - hyena males were hung just about as well as men, for example - while others required special care or were a true team effort. A lion's barbed penis takes a bit of getting used to, and while one person can't get an elephant off, three or four can with some work. Needless to say, plain old vanilla coitus won't work with a male elephant, rhino, or other really big beast. The other side of the equation is easier. If a man wants to stick his dick in some friendly local critter, something can be worked out. "Now understand," the guide said after half an hour, "Most of these animals are much smarter than they let on. A few can even talk. They aren't here to hurt you, they are just looking for sex. A male hyena may never get to mount a female in his entire life. The prospect of fucking a human sounds pretty attractive. You may get accidentally scratched, nipped or stepped on but we've never had a sex based fatality. This camp is a safe way to explore your interests. But." He paused for emphasis. "They are also, in many cases, predators. Don't play at offering yourself as a meal. They may take you up on it." Because then I have to do more paperwork, he didn't say. The couple smiled and nodded, no different than any of the other tourists, but when the crowd broke up and set out eagerly for their campsites and hot animal fucking, they stayed to talk to the guide. "I hear," Roger (not his real name) said, "There's a certain honey badger." The guide looked at him askance, not saying anything. "One much larger than most." "There is additional paperwork," said the guide. "But I will see what I can do." Roger nodded and checked his cell phone. Then it was off to the camp, where the obsession both had with their electronic toys lapsed long enough for him to ring the bell. That brought a very friendly female cheetah and a male hyena. Though they'd never done anything of the sort before Roger pulled off his khaki shorts and it didn't take many licks of a raspy cheetah tongue across his balls before he decided he hadn't any problem with the situation. Alice, face down on a sleeping bag and newly naked, grinned at him as the cheetah turned end for end and presented herself. The cheetah was wet and tight and it was Roger's turn to grin as Alice went wide-eyed where she lay. The hyena didn't dawdle in accepting the offer of her plump ass and stepped over her, crouching to mount with the sureness of considerable practice. The spotty predator let out a cackle and began to hump. Roger dug his fingers into the cheetah's haunches and matched the hyena thrust for thrust as Alice moaned. Hyenas, he knew, were matriarchal. The females were firmly in charge and if they wanted to mate they picked a male. Only the favored ones had any chance of sex. It was no wonder this one came here, getting the chance to be the one in charge even if it wasn't a hyena female under him. Cheetahs had a similar problem, picked on and stolen from by every larger predator. This she-cat came to a place of truce to relax. If he hadn't fucked her, someone else, maybe even the hyena, would happily have helped her out. Some time later three things happened almost simultaneously. The hyena cackled, thrusting faster and faster until he yelped and shuddered. Roger groaned and dug his fingers into spotty fur as he came, and two cell phones chirped in unison. Alice was faster, grabbing her phone as the hyena dismounted, she took one look and met Roger's gaze. "It's happening," she said, and she rose on hands and knees. "I guess it's time." "Hello, pretty kitty," she said to the startled cheetah, who was still packed full of softening human cock. "What a nice spotty coat you have," Alice said, and with a smile she pried the cat's jaws open and stuffed her face in. The cat reflexively backed up, trying to disgorge the human head in its maw, but that just impaled it more firmly on Roger's cock. Though he had just come, Roger gripped the cheetah's haunches and began to thrust again. He expected the cat's hesitation would be only momentary and he was right. Alice kept leaning forward and with a creak and pop of unhinging jaws the cheetah swallowed her entire head. This was what most visitors didn't know. A lot, or even most of the creatures who came to Camp Mwele were perfectly capable of swallowing and digesting an entire human. Alice knew what was happening, wanted it to happen. Her face slipped into a feline gullet as she got ready to wear a fur coat for the first and last time. Nor was the cat reluctant. A great bulge moved through its slender neck as it began to swallow its meal. The cat was no bigger than she was but Roger and Alice knew a lot more about the animals hereabouts than they let on. Most people came to Tame Camp for some good old fashioned bestiality, but a few came for an entirely different reason. As he thrust and thrust, building toward another orgasm, the cheetah worked its jaws wider, trying to get them over Alice's shoulders. Once it did things would get easier and Roger confidently expected that Alice's encounter with the spotty cat would end with a burp. The hyena watched with great interest as the cat almost, but didn't quite, get its jaws wide enough. It tried again, gasping through its nostrils. You could almost read the hyena's mind as it stepped forward. The cat just needed a little help. The hyena provided the needed push by climbing up Alice's back and mounting. Fucking her down the cheetah's throat seemed to benefit everyone, to the hyena's thinking. It got to fuck a human once more, the cheetah got a meal, and Roger got to watch his wife get humped and swallowed alive. But try though the cheetah might, it just couldn't get its jaws over Alice's shoulders. It just wasn't as good at eating large prey as some creatures and with a reluctant gasp it arched its neck and disgorged her. Saliva dripped from Alice's chin as her face reappeared. She was flushed from the heat of the gullet, lust and disappointment but it was clear at once that she had a backup plan. She backed away from the cat and the hyena stepped awkwardly with her, managing to keep humping even as it moved. For a moment Alice settled flat to the dirt, which deterred the horny hyena no more than when it fucked her on her sleeping bag, and then with a upward movement of one leg she managed to roll over without forcing the hyena to dismount. He was still humping as she wrapped her knees over his haunches and gripped his chest fur. The animals around here were not so much tame as merely horny and out to cure that ill with a minimum of fuss. That was why it was safe to be around them. But when Alice lifted her head and put her forehead against the hyena's chin, he took her up on her offer. She shot Roger one last look, still smiling, as the hyena's jaws closed over her face, and then with a gulp her whole head was gone down its throat. The hyena was bigger than the cheetah. It had no trouble working its way over her shoulders and this time Roger knew it was going to happen. Alice was going down a beast's throat all right, just not the one she first chose. "Sorry about that," he murmured to the cheetah. Watching his wife get eaten after all the planning and fantasizing about it made him thrust even harder into the purring cat. "Sorry you didn't get your meal," he said, just a moment before he shuddered and came. The hyena had Alice half swallowed and was still humping belly to belly with his dinner. Soon it too would come, then it would dismount and swallow her down. Justice would have to pursue her down a hyena's gullet if it wanted anything more from her. He looked up from the scene as the hyena, having eaten as much of his wife as it could without pulling out, bucked atop her. For the second time his wife was shot full of spurting hyena cum. As it cackled and shivered he saw black and white fur. A honey badger had arrived and was watching from the edge of the camp. "Thanks, spotty," he said as the cheetah slipped off his cock. She purred and gave his wet shaft a lick with a sandpaper tongue before wandering away. No doubt she'd find another man to entertain her, or in this place of truce, a lion or other beast. Fuck camp, indeed. "I've heard about you," he said to the badger. "You can talk, right?" The badger was watching Alice disappear. With its seed spent the hyena dismounted and swallowed her hips with little difficulty. It sat back and heaved its head upward, bolting her thighs down one gulp at a time. Its neck and chest were grossly swollen already and a ponderous bulge in its gut showed that his wife was already partly in its stomach. Alice began to kick, finally. A survival reflex that in no way deterred the hyena. She'd made the offer, he'd accepted. As far as the spotty predator was concerned, Alice was now just a meal he hadn't finished eating. "Yes," growled the honey badger, or 'ratel'. Its voice was coarse and raspy with fangs, but it managed. "I was told you wanted to talk." "Call your mistress," Roger said. "I only have a little time. I want to meet her before it's over." "There are others she can visit," the ratel growled. Alice was down the hyena's throat to the knees, sliding deeper as she curled up in the waiting stomach. Her kicking had reached a frantic pitch and her ankles were bruised and cut by its fangs, but none of that mattered. Intact or bloodied, her body would be treated just the same by the hyena's stomach. Though they'd planned this from the start, she was his wife. It took all his willpower not to rush over and grab her feet, pull her back out. There were still a few seconds, it was not too late. Roger did nothing. "In a little while," he said to the ratel, "Men will be here looking for me. I do not want to go with them. They will force me to go, unless I am somewhere they cannot reach. Do you understand?" The hyena got its jaws shut around kicking feet and swallowed. A double bulge moved through its neckfur as Alice went down. Awkwardly full, the hyena grunted and tried to find a comfortable way to sit as its belly bulged and twitched. After a moment it let out a great belch. Alice was still moving, there under its fur, but it was much too late for any struggle to save her, just as it was too late for Roger to help. Two minutes before, Alice was his wife. Now she was was just food. "I understand," said the ratel with a flash of white fangs, and it turned and left. The delay before it returned was so short that the other badger must have been just out of sight, listening. The second badger was many times the size of the first, bulky and long-clawed, bigger than the hyena even with its swollen belly. He knew about her; she was by far the largest honey badger ever recorded. In certain circles she was very well known due to a recording of her doing...things. "Understand," she growled as she padded closer. "I have lain with many males. But what you are offering is more than mating. If we start, and you change your mind, try to struggle free..." she grinned, an intimidating display of fangs. "I will enjoy it very much. But it will change nothing. Once the offer is made, it is made." "I'm counting on it," Roger said. He checked his cell phone one last time. His contact at the airport said the agents had already left. It was an hour and a half drive to Camp Mwele, but :if they took a helicopter? They might be here in minutes. There was no time to dawdle. He stroked the ratel's thick fur as she turned around, her long-furred tail flagging upward to expose her anus and sex. He'd come out of the top hole when this was all over, he knew. He didn't know how her innards worked, but he knew that much. Below that, the ratel's sex, not so much bigger than a woman's. Men had fucked this badger. If he had more time, he sure would. She was well known at Tame Camp. Only a few knew the rest of the story. There was a thump of helicopter blades in the distance. Two minutes to reach the camp and land, five more to talk to the steward and come here looking for him. Not enough time for anything but the direct approach. "Thank you," Roger said, and slid both his hands into the ratel's pussy. It was roomy beyond belief, at least if you hadn't seen the video. You could easily believe she could mate with a zebra, a rhino, even an elephant. "And thank you," growled the ratel. She looked past her shoulder at him as her vaginal muscles clamped down. Slick sex squeezed in around his forearms and rippled, sucking him deeper. There was the tiniest moment of doubt. If he pulled out now, it might not be too late. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in jail, he'd made this choice, but - The she-badger was as good as her word. She'd accepted his offer and that was an end of it. Sensing his hesitation, she backed up suddenly and Roger went over onto his back. As she sat on him there was nowhere for his upper arms to go but into her. Wet badger pussy expanded over his head as it began to swallow him whole and now it really was too late to back out. There was a slithery squelch and everything went dark. "For the meal," he heard her growl, but only just. Slippery flesh pressed against his face, undulating as peristalsis pulled him deeper still. The she-badger's carnivorous sex expanded bonelessly, swallowing up his shoulders, and ahead of him his hands slipped past a constriction in the birth canal and into her womb. He felt the thick layers of slime coating the walls there, different from the fluid that lubricated him for easy ingestion. This mutant ratel's womb was little more than a second stomach and already his hands stung as she began to digest him. He'd seen the video. He knew what would happen. Soon her pussy would burp up the air that went down with him and he'd find no more safety inside her womb than Alice had in a hyena's stomach. This was always the plan, but Roger found himself struggling in the same instinctual effort to survive that made Alice kick as the hyena swallowed her.. He managed to knee the ratel in the belly as he was sucked deeper, hitting hard enough to make her grunt, but the more of him she pulled in the more excited she got. He could feel her pulse accelerating as she played with her newest living sex toy and squirming only made her hornier. She hadn't lied. She liked it very much when he struggled, but her sex ate him just the same. He was pinned by her weight and the ratel trapped his legs to the ground with her forepaws. Grinding her rump downward had the double effect of exciting her and pushing even more of him into her elastic sex. With his arms stretched out in front of him and most of his torso ingested into the slimy folds of badger pussy there was simply no way to resist any more. Assuming she could fit his entire body into her snatch - and she could - this was only going to end one way. The long held plan, or hope at least, of being sucked into a hungry pussy was coming true. As his head slithered the wrong way through a ratel's birth canal and popped into the womb Roger felt the distended badger sex slide over his hips. And over his cock. He was instantly hard, despite fucking a cheetah two times running, and thrust against the slick walls of her sex even as it ate him. With his hips swallowed there was nothing left outside but a naked pair of legs and Roger wasn't struggling any more. He and Alice got together out of mutual interest in many things. Money, for one. Fetishes, for another. They'd kept their unusual interests well hidden as they lived their lives. The only eccentricity they allowed themselves was a six foot boa constrictor named Hercules they trained to eat its meals alive. They joked and fantasized about greater things, finding something to eat them whole. Their sex lives came to revolve around the fetish, sharing with each other what they didn't dare tell anyone else. Now at the end they lived the fantasy. Alice was curled up in a hyena's gut and Roger slithered deeper into the weirdly predatory pussy of a giant badger. He managed to get his feet back on the ground and pushed, thrusting against the slick walls and incidentally shoving himself deeper. That part didn't matter. The ratel had him dead to rights and even if he kicked and struggled she'd still suck him in. Ratel pussy, Roger thought, and grinned in the wet darkness as he spasmed and came. Twice in a cheetah and once inside a badger. What a night. He relaxed, spent, and just then the she-badger shuddered. Her sex toy met with her approval with with a long wet slurp his legs were drawn in. There was nothing to do now but curl up, which was going to happen whether he liked it or not, and wait for the end. This fleshy place was his home now, for as long as it took the thickly flowing juices to digest him. ***** "I apologize for the delay, sirs." Sudi, the chief guide and host at Camp Mwele, appeared through a side door. The two white Americans, one almost as dark-skinned as himself, shot to their feet. "I was just on the phone to the consulate." He nodded politely to the Kenyan police captain accompanying the two Americans. "These two are here, yes." He handed back the photos he'd been given a few minutes before. "Not under their real names, that is common here. Everything that happens here is legal, here, but elsewhere -" The lighter skinned of the two FBI agents held up his hand for attention. "We were briefed on the way here. 'Tame Camp'. I promise we'll try to keep an open mind." Sudi smiled. "Good. It's all in good fun here, Agent Soames. I must also ask you to keep your weapons holstered at all times. You may see lions, hyenas, other predators, and everything else. Nothing here will attack you. They aren't here to hurt people." His cheerful expression collapsed. "Normally." he said. "The two you are pursuing arrived just today and asked certain questions. I fear you may be too late." "Too late for what? You think they ran?" It was the other agent, Barclay. "No. Just a moment." The agents fidgeted as the camp master dug through a box and produced a whistle. No sound came out when he blew it, but he waited expectantly. Perhaps a minute passed before a scrabble of claws heralded an arrival. The agents drew back in alarm as a black and white animal the size of a small dog appeared through the doorway. Even the Americans recognized a honey badger and no one wanted thirty pounds of violent weasel near his feet. This weasel didn't seen very violent and when Sudi leaned down to pet it his hand remained attached to its wrist. "Mdogo, did anyone ask to see your mistress tonight?" "Yes," growled the ratel to the astonishment of the Americans and only slightly less so to the policemen. City cops didn't hear about the odd things that happened on the veldt. "A man called me. His woman went into a hyena and now he is gone into my mistress. She enjoyed him very much." "What does that mean?" The American agent snapped. "Gone into a hyena?" Sudi shrugged. "I will show you." With the ratel trotting next to his ankles he led them down a trail. They caught only glimpses of the various campsites, shielded as they were by brush, and tried to ignore what they saw there. A man's instinct was to react when he saw a lion crouched atop a woman, and it was hard to look away from the three people providing oral favors to a hippo. Glowing eyes showed where the trail lamp light made it into the brush, and one set of eyes atop another was moving in an unmistakable way. The agents did their best to ignore it all. Until they arrived at a campsite. They couldn't ignore what they found there. The trail lamps and one battery lantern on a table cast enough light to make it all out. There was another ratel, much larger than the first and with her midsection grossly swollen. They knew at once it was a she, for a male hyena stood there, as gorged as the badger, and licked her sex. They knew the hyena was male because a woman with Mediterranean features lay on her back with the hyena's cock in her mouth. A slender cheetah was licking the woman's sex and they knew the cheetah was female by the man behind it on his knees, fucking the cat. "I apologize for the interruption," Sudi said with not the least sign of surprise at the scene, "But these men need to talk to Njaa and to you." He nodded to the fat hyena. The two guests hastily left, and the cheetah gave the man's ass a raspy lick that made the woman chuckle. The cat didn't leave, but sat back on her haunches as the massive and very full honey badger sow rolled onto her belly and stood. The two Americans were speechless, staring at the hyena's drooping gut and the just as obvious bulge in the she-badger. "They gave themselves to us," growled the badgeress. "We know the rules." "It is true," said the smaller, male badger. "The human woman tried to feed herself to the spotty one," he nodded to the cheetah and she nodded back, showing she understood. "But spotty wasn't able to swallow her." The cat managed to communicate by its disappointed expression that it was not for lack of trying. She looked at the hyena. The male badger opened his mouth to speak but Soames beat him to it. "So she fed herself to you," he said, and the hyena nodded. "And the man fed himself to you." He shifted his gaze to the she-badger. "He asked for me in particular," she growled. "It could have been anyone. But not everyone can do what I do." She showed her teeth in a fanged grin. "He wriggled very nicely." The second agent, Barclay, showed by his expression that he very much didn't want to know what she meant. He spoke anyway. "I don't understand." "Many of us can eat a man," she growled. "With our mouths. I can do it another way. That is what he wanted. To feed my sex." Soames made an abrupt gesture. "Neither here nor there. You ate them." "Yes," growled Njaa, and the hyena nodded. "It was what they wanted." Barclay shook his head as he looked from one predator to the other. There was no doubt that the grotesque bulge in each midsection was a person. The shape of the undigested meals bulged out. Even the hollows of a woman's face showed, standing out of the hyena's bellyfur like a sculpture. "How can we be sure it was really them? Maybe they got two victims here, tied them up or whatnot, and fled." The she-badger growled irritably at being called a liar, but Sudi cut in before an argument developed. "You will have to stay and collect samples of the remains," he said. "When they appear." Soames nodded. "We can DNA test droppings. We've done it before." The badgers and hyena wandered off, having agreed to stay at the camp long enough for some evidence to reappear, and in the absence of anywhere else to stay the two agents took possession of the vanished couple's campsite. Soon they were alone with the campfire and many questions. "By why?" It was Barclay who voiced the obvious question. "Sure, they were going to lose everything. And they'd have spent ten, twenty years in prison each for real estate fraud and money laundering. But that's not worth dying over." "Young and rich," Soames replied. "It was the only way they knew to live. They blew through their inheritances and tried to keep it going with scams. I guess they couldn't stand the idea of being just people. Not rich people, just people." They spent half an hour going through the possessions the couple brought to Tame Camp. It certainly seemed like it was their perps. The truth would come out in the wash, or in the shit in this case. Then they set up a spare tent the camp staff provided and settled down for the night. But Barclay couldn't sleep. So many nagging thoughts, weird and horrible things he'd seen tonight. The bulges of two people swallowed alive, people happily fucking animals, three people clustered around a hippo. "I just don't get it. Crazy." He rolled over and peered through the open tent flap into the other one. "Soames," he said as his eyes went wide. "You are a federal officer. What the hell are you doing?" Soames lay on top of his sleeping bag, stark naked. The very friendly cheetah from earlier was back, standing long-legged above him and treating his erection to a careful wash of raspy tongue. Satisfied he was hard, she stepped forward and sat. "Well you know," said Soames as he guided his cock into the purring cat's pussy. "When in Rome."