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Princess to Pleasure Slave Chronicle
Book Eleven
Marked by the Minotaur
By Amanda Clover and Jay Aury
@amandasmut
Cover artwork by Deilan12
 This book and all its contents are copyright 2019 by Amanda Clover. All
rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of
brief quotations for review purposes.

All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work
of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.
Map of the Empire of Istanov
 The Chronicle

The time of monsters was said to be at an end.

The rise of the great human empires of Istanov, Heimsvak, and the
desert kingdom of Shaddobar brought the elves to heel and drove the tribes of
orcs, goblins, and stranger monsters to the margins.
The last great monster uprising occurred more than 50 years ago,
when a brave huntress named Penelope Helsdottir prevented the ascension of
a new monster god and formed the Huntresses of Ctharne. These unique
warrior women were dispatched throughout the known world wherever
trouble arose to tame what monsters they could and destroy those that could
not be made into allies.
But within the borders of Istanov, trouble brews. Long years of peace
and prosperity have blinded the Istanov dynasty and the people of this nation
to a new danger. As monsters gather, seemingly heeding the call of a
powerful human leader, will the nobles of Istanov react in time? Or will
overconfidence prove the undoing of an empire?
These are the Princess to Pleasure Slave Chronicles.
 Captured by the Beast

Dawn was a long way off, but the horizon glowed red. So did the
streets. The alleys. The shops. Everywhere and everything Doria Baker knew
burned, her old life going up in the apocalyptic flames.
She ran through the streets she once knew, but no longer. Screams
and howls of horrors rang above the whoosh and crackle of devouring flame.
Her bare feet slapped paved stones where blood oozed between. Her night
gown fluttered along her shapely thighs, her generous chest heaving, her red
hair in a disorganized tangle around her head.
Beside her panted Tina. They’d both awakened to the shouts of alarm
and screams of the guards. They’d stayed in the bakery that night. Business
had been slow for some time. No one moved down the roads anymore. No
one dared to brave them, for the monsters were on the prowl. Emboldened,
hungry.
She coughed, smoke rushing into her face. With a squeal Tina fell,
skinning her knees on the hard stone road. The younger girl kneeled there,
panting and sobbing. Doria turned about and grabbed the other girl, trying to
haul her to her feet. “Come on!” she begged, pulling the slighter girl. Tina
shook her head, tears pricking the corner of her eyes from despair and the
acrid smoke.
“Doria. I can’t… I can’t…”
“You’ve got to! We’ve got to get out! We have to-“
Wood splintered with a deafening crash. From a nearby door the
baker, Arnold, fell out under the weight of a mass of bristling fur. Arnold hit
the ground, the air rushing from him like the bellows of the town’s forge. The
bristling monster snarled, eyes pulsing a yellow light, muzzle twisted in hate.
It turned from the man beneath it, those terrible eyes locking on the two
young women, frozen in horror at the sight of their nightmares come to life.
Its lips peeled back, revealing jagged teeth.
Arnold suddenly grabbed the thing by the throat. The baker’s arms
bulged as he squeezed, trying to strangle the monster. It snarled, grappling
with the large man. The two rolled through the ash and mud, struggling
desperately.
The terrible spell was broken. Doria yanked Tina to her feet despite
the younger girl’s moaning protest. She dragged her down a narrow alley
between shops, stumbling as they went.
They froze at the end of the alley. In the next street bedlam was
taking place. Men fought with whatever they had against the monstrous
invaders, to little avail. Orcs laughed contemptuously, shattering shaking
staves and crude spears, splitting open the panicking villagers with great
swings of brutal axes.
The women screamed and wailed, grabbed by gertlings and wulfen.
Forced to their knees, bound up. Some hadn’t even waited to do that, tearing
the clothes from the village girls, taking them with brutal thrusts of their
inhuman cocks. And yet that was not the worst. The worst was the moans not
of pain, but of pleasure. Doria’s eyes widened as she watched a wulfen howl,
filling the panting woman beneath him with his virile seed. How the woman’s
cries of horror turned to gasps of hot pleasure. A red light flared above her
mons, a symbol like an open eye burning into being moments before her arms
tightened around her bestial lover, her hips rolling as she eagerly began to
fuck herself atop the turgid fuck-stick buried in her.
“Gods help us,” Doria gasped.
She tore her eyes from the monstrous scene, glancing about. Hope
bloomed in her chest. The surviving men were fleeing, a number of monsters
pursuing. Those not were enraptured by the sight of their companions
claiming the moaning women. Some had even begun to snap and snarl,
competing for the rights to claim some of the captive women.
“This is our chance,” Doria whispered.
“Oh gods no…” Tina moaned.
“Tina! Come on!”
“I can’t,” she sobbed. “We shouldn’t… where can we go? What’s the
point? They’ll just… they’ll just find us anyway…”
 “We can’t stay!”
“I’m not going!” Tina moaned, covering her eyes with her hands,
sinking to her knees in despair. “I’m not...”
Doria hesitated. She glanced back at the street, knowing her window
of opportunity was rapidly closing. She pulled at Tina’s arm but the other girl
remained where she was. Squeezing her eyes shut, Doria turned and dashed
into the street.
A few feet were all the distance across, and yet she never felt like
she’d walked further in her life. Her heart hammered in her chest; her body
wracked with tremors. Not a few feet away the screams and moans of the
women as they were taken beat against her. She forced herself to stare ahead,
stare at the next alley, praying not a one of the monsters looked about and
saw her.
She made it. Gasping, she fell into the alley across the main street.
She stumbled against the wall but kept going. She started to run, fleeing the
sound of the monsters as they claimed the village girls. The woods. If she
could get to the woods, then maybe… maybe she’d have a chance. Maybe
she could run.
She tried to ignore the knowledge it was from the forest the monsters
had come. That the forest had long been known for its creatures.
Hopelessness squeezed her heart in a vise. But she had no choice. She had no
choice at all…
As she staggered towards the end of the alley, a dark shape suddenly
stepped into the gap. Doria froze, eyes widening. By the light of the fires she
saw a mass of thick brown fur and cloven hooves. A bulk made of pure
muscle standing near twice her height, bull horns curling from a muzzled
head. A minotaur, he fairly filled the gap of the alley with his bulk, his dark
eyes shining in the red light of the fires.
Doria’s eyes inevitably wandered down, down to the great hose of
his cock dangling between his legs so not even his tattered loincloth fully hid
him. Flared like the bull he so resembled, the girth of his cock stunned Doria
with perverse horror.
“Oh…” she whimpered, slowly sinking to her knees, despair choking
her as she realized her fate. That all she had managed to do was delay the
inevitable. She felt her hot tears streak through the ash which coated her
cheeks. “Oh…”
The minotaur stepped into the alley. His hooves clicked, his bulk
casting a cool shadow over her. Doria lowered her head, squeezing her eyes
shut as she waited for the inevitable.
She felt the beast stop before her. Then, a finger touched her chin,
lifted it. She opened her eyes, staring into the face of the bestial monster
towering over her.
“It okay,” the minotaur rumbled, his voice a deep bass rising from his
chest. “It okay.”
Doria choked. “Just… just do it,” she whimpered.
The minotaur stared down at her. Then, crouching down, he patted
her head. “I… not take,” he said slowly, the human words strange and
unfamiliar on his tongue. “I not rape.”
Doria blinked, uncomprehending. She stared at the bestial creature as
its muzzle split, showing its teeth. She pulled back, but then realized the
creature was trying to smile. It was… it was trying to smile for her.
The laughter bubbled up from the depths of hysteria. The absurdity
of it overwhelmed her and choking sobs of mirth escaped her. She doubled
over, her ribs hurting as she laughed and cried in equal measure. She didn’t
know why. She had no idea what was so funny. But she just couldn’t stop.
The minotaur joined her. His great booming laugh thundered from
his broad, scarred chest. Doria gasped, choking on her laughter as his massive
hands suddenly grasped her, lifting her into his arms and against his chest. He
rose, cradling her against him. His dark fur tickled her skin and his bestial
musk overpowered even the scent of fire and smoke. She grabbed his
shoulders, clinging to the great brute as he strode out of the alleyway and
back into the burning streets.
Doria had no idea what was happening. Was the monster carrying her
somewhere else before he took her? She shook her head, lost in the
strangeness of it all. The absurdity of her situation. But, as they walked
through the town, the monsters about them gave them little notice. Not when
they had the rest of the women to slake their lusts on.
By now there wasn’t a woman who hadn’t been taken by the brutes.
Every cry of protest had been silenced, replaced by needy moans and panting
pleasure. Everywhere she looked the brand of the eye glowed on shaking
mons as inhuman cocks hammered sloshing pussies. The buxom wife of the
baker was on all fours, her moaning muffled by a gertling’s cock while
another fucked her pussy. The mayor’s daughter bounced on the lap of a
howling wulfen, the feral beast plunging his knotted cock into the girl, his
hands molding her shapely tits through the rags of her gown as she screamed
and slammed herself down onto his lap.
And they passed Tina. Doria’s heart clenched at the sight of her
friend on all fours, the shaggy thing that had pursued them thrusting into her
unresisting cunny. The tears of fear and pain were gone from Tina’s face,
though their evidence still streaked her cheeks. Instead her lips were parted,
breasts swinging as she was ruthlessly fucked by the beast above her, the slap
of its hips on her ass shuddering through the shapely young woman.
“Yes! Yes!” Tina moaned. “Master! Fuck me! Oh yessss! Breed me!
Breed meeeeee!”
Doria shuddered, turning away from the sight. But as she did she
caught the eye of the thing as it mated her friend. And what she saw in those
glowing eyes sent a shudder of fear racing through her.
Sensing it, the minotaur who carried her looked at the creature
mating her friend. He snorted, his arms tightening around Doria, pulling her
closer against him. The shaggy thing couldn’t meet the minotaur’s eyes for
long, and turned back to Tina. It grabbed the girl’s hair, making her scream in
pain, then pleasure as he ruthlessly rammed his cock deep inside of her. Tina
screamed in ecstasy, the eye tattooed on her mons flaring bright crimson as
she came in a shuddering climax.
The minotaur snorted and moved on, carrying her beyond the
village’s borders and the horrors within. Just beyond the buildings he set her
down on her rump. Doria scuttled back on the grass, looking up in terror at
the immense minotaur. The beast-man grunted and touched his chest.
“I. Jax,” the monster rumbled. He pressed his blunt finger to her
chest. “You?”
“D-Doria,” she gasped.
“Doria,” the minotaur rumbled, saying her name as if tasting it. He
nodded slowly. “You safe. I keep Doria. You mine.”
Doria felt the shaking of fear creep in once more. She fought to
steady her breathing. So. This was it, then. She was this monster’s.
At least, for now.
As the immediacy of her fear was put behind her, she realized that
she was lucky. Incredibly so. The monster didn’t seem intent to take her.
Claim her like those within the village had done the other women in their
grasp, turning them into nothing more than panting, rutting broodmothers
who’s only concern was again the taste of their new master’s cock. She’d
been spared that fate, though for how long she didn’t know. Only that the
minotaur had claimed her as his, if not by whatever foul sorcery the Duke of
Ashes had inflicted on her home country.
She looked up again in the brutish face of the monster. He nodded
down, and she followed the motion, her breath catching at the sight of his
massive cock.
“You want… pleasure?” the beast said after a moment.
For a split-second Doria froze in fear. But when the minotaur did
nothing to force his interest she realized she wasn’t about to be raped. But she
had no true illusions about it. She had been saved, yes. But he was still a
monster. He had still claimed her for his own pleasure. He might not be
forcing her, but the crimson glow of her burning village still lit the scene she
found herself in. The screams and moans of the women of town still carried
on the wind in a chorus of agonizing pleasure. Her fate was entirely in the
monster’s hands.
She couldn’t let him take her. She mustn’t let him lose patience with
her and think it would be easier to simply fuck her cunt, fill her womb with
his seed and her mind with adoration for him.
“Yes,” she said, her voice shaking. “Yes. I will… I will pleasure
you.”
 The minotaur grunted, nodding his great horned head. He settled
before her on the ground, his thick, flaring cock rising semi-hard from
between his large legs.
Taking a steadying breath Doria crawled towards the creature who
was her master. The grass tickled her skin and the heat of the fires flickered
from over the broad shoulders of the monster. His dark eyes shone in the
moonlight intently as she moved between his legs, the heat of his body, of his
cock, drawing her closer to his bulk. His smell hit her. A heavy, thick musk
of the beast, mingling with the acrid stench of smoke and the cloying one of
blood. She realized he’d likely killed in her village. He might show her
mercy, but she doubted he’d done the same to any men he’d come across.
Her hands teased forward and grasped his thick, pulsating shaft. The
minotaur snorted and she froze, but when the sound didn’t repeat she shyly
ran her fingers up his cock. He was huge. So big she couldn’t even fit her
hand around him. Her fingers slid up and down his girthy fuck-pole, stroking
him carefully, feeling his veins throb beneath her fingers, his pre slicking her
hands as she began to pump his fat cock.
She was not… entirely ignorant of such things. She’d had the odd
roll in the hay with the village boy. But this was less like those giggling
romps. It felt more like she were pleasuring one of the bulls from the fields.
A mass of pure muscle and unrepentant dangerous mass. A beast docile for
now, but able to switch its attitude in an instant and crush her with ease.
And yet, she would be lying if she said she didn’t find something
about that… strangely fascinating. Thrilling to some dark, private part of her
trembling soul. How her heart beat faster as she felt his veiny cock swell in
her hands, engorging to its full, quivering length. How her body warmed
despite the chill air as his breathing deepened, the golden ring which pierced
his nose jangling, her tangled hair stirring in his hot breath as she stroked him
towards the inevitability of his climax.
“Yes,” she murmured softly, so softly, so shyly. “Am I pleasuring
you, m-master?” she said. “Are you… does this please you?”
“Jax,” the minotaur rumbled.
Doria flushed. “J-Jax.”
 The minotaur grunted and nodded his horned head. “Yes. Hand good.
Stroke cock. Use tits.”
She dared not disobey. The suffering of her people was still too fresh
in her mind. She removed her hands, leaning forward more. She gingerly
undid the top of her tattered gown, tugging it down to reveal the creamy orbs
of her luscious breasts. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing in the cold air as
she pressed her plush breasts around his thick shaft. So close now she
couldn’t help but inhale his thick musk with every breath. His pre soon
soaked her teats where she rubbed them against his cock, the stiffness of it,
the heat sending her heart racing.
“You… you have a big cock,” she gasped. “So m-mighty.”
“Hrrrr,” Jax grunted in pleasure.
“So big and thick. So strong,” she gasped as she slowly began to
increase her pace, stroking his fat cock between her tits faster. Faster. She
molded her breasts against his shaft, rubbing them against him, rolling his
iron hard cock between the softness of her mounds. Every movement forward
brought her lips within an inch of that flared tip of his cock. Every gasp
inhaled another wave of his pungent musk and sent her mind awhirl. Oh
gods. Oh gods was this really happening? Was this real?
Jax grunted, his hips making soft movements, shoving his cock more
eagerly between her tits. His groan grew deeper. Heavier. Suddenly, with a
bellow that seemed to shake the forest, he came.
Stunned by the sudden sound, Doria could do nothing more than
kneel there, feeling his thick load swell in his cock, rush to the tip. His virile
seed exploded from his cock, pumping into her face and onto her chest. Doria
squealed in surprise, bolting back as what felt like liters of thick, monster
cum basted her face and her teats in their musky essence.
She fell back onto her plump bottom, gasping. She looked up at the
minotaur to find him watching her, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement
and satisfaction.
Again she felt that oppressiveness of his strength over her. His
power. She had to please him. Had to keep him happy, and above all, had to
keep herself from being taken, and made his thrall. So long as he did not
claim her pussy, she still had a chance to escape.
She gathered up some of his thick cum and lifted it to her face. Her
stomach rolled as she tilted back her head, drinking up his foul cum. The
thick, musky taste burning on her tongue as his seed slid down her throat. She
did it again, again, swallowing as much of his cum as she could.
Panting, she let her arms fall weakly to her sides, gazing up at the
immensity of the minotaur. “Th-thank you, Jax,” she gasped, her tongue thick
with his taste.
Jax grunted, but approval shone in those dark eyes. Doria’s heart
soared with hope, but quailed a moment later as the massive male rose to his
feet and approached her. She scuttled back, eyes widening, but the minotaur
easily reached out and took her arm. He kneeled down again, pulling her with
ease to him, enfolding her in his huge arms, her back to his chest. Her heart
hammered. Her ears roared with her pulse as she felt herself be nestled
against the minotaur’s bulk, his immense cock pressing against her plush
bottom. Oh gods. Oh gods he was still so hard!
Then he lay them down, cuddling her against his furry chest. “Rest,”
he rumbled, his breath again stirring her hair. “We rest now. Move tomorrow.
Sleep.”
Doria could only nod. The minotaur shifted, getting comfortable,
holding her against him. Lazily his hands engulfed her ripe breasts, gently
massaging her mounds despite his massive strength.
Yet soon, even that passed, the immense minotaur falling asleep.
Only then did Doria’s heart begin to ease. She was safe. He wasn’t going to
fuck her. Not yet. Not yet.
Jax’s body was warm, his wiry fur strangely comfortable against her
bare back. Yet sleep did not come that night. For she faced her village, and
all through the twilight hours the fires burned, and the cries of women and
howls of monsters filled the dark with their song.

The Road
 Kindness was a strange thing to experience at the hands of a monster.
But when she saw what had become of the others of her village, Doria knew
she had been granted some.
Morning dawned with the taste of ash and cum on her tongue. She
was still held in the minotaur’s arms, but as she stirred he woke and released
her.
“We go,” he said, rising.
Doria dared not argue.
They joined the rest of the monstrous band at the outskirts of the
village. Doria followed at the minotaur’s heels, using his bulk to hide herself
from the other monsters. As they walked among the rapacious band a great
cheer went up from the unholy creatures. Jax raised his immense arms,
snorting heavily and turning about to bask in the delights of the other
monsters. It appeared her new owner was the leader of this group, a fact that
sent Doria’s already conflicted feelings whirling anew.
She put them aside quite easily as the human women trooped out of
the village gate, bound to each other by a long chain threaded through steel
collars.
Doria stared, aghast at the scene before her. What clothes remained
were little more than tattered rags. Breasts, ass and pussies were bared, all
covered in the filth of the street where the women were taken, marked with
scratches and the roughness of cruel hands. And above every mons there
burned the symbol of a bloodshot eye, pulsing with power.
Yet despite the horrors done to them, the women seemed almost
delighted. They giggled and swooned, and though Doria could detect no
falseness in their gaiety, it wasn’t really real either. It reminded her of the
drunken laughter of the patrons when they had too much wine. It was a crude,
almost pathetic laughter as the women were tugged along by the chain.
Doria yelped as the minotaur gave her rump a squeeze. Her attention
snapped back to the present as Jax pushed her forward and into the line of
women. She dug her heels into the ground, eyes widening in horror as she
saw an empty iron collar waiting for her.
“N-no! Please don’t. I don’t… I…”
 Jax paid her protests little heed. He easily held her into the line,
taking the collar and placing it around her neck. She shuddered as he simply
bent the steel into place around her throat with a great heave and groan of
steel. “Doria. Follow,” Jax said. His hand lingered on her shoulder for a
moment, then he pulled it away, turning about and joining the other monsters.
Doria stood there, stunned. But then the chain about her neck tugged,
and she was marching behind the other women, flanked by several monsters
that followed at a pace beside them.
She supposed she should cry, but Doria couldn’t find it in her to do
so. It was all simply too much. The tears wouldn’t come. They’d dried in the
fire of her home and her life.
All that remained to her now was escape. Escape, and freedom from
the fate that awaited her. A fate she was now chained too. If ever she needed
a reminder of the horror that awaited her, she needed only look forward or
back to the endless line of women, bound by sex and sorcery to the monsters
who herded them away from the ashes of the village, and deeper into the
wilds of the forest.
The woods crowded around them. The monsters in the lead broke the
trail, allowing those behind to walk more easily. For a given value of easy.
They had been marching for a good hour before Doria became aware of a pair
of eyes burning into her back. She peeked back over her shoulder and her
heart lodged in her throat at the sight of the shaggy monster who had taken
Tina, his glowing eyes staring at her, his almost bestial muzzle splitting in a
feral grin. She shuddered and hastily turned away, rubbing her bare arms,
swallowing her choking fear.
She yelped as a hard smack reverberated from her bottom. She
jumped, head whipping about, chafing with the collar. An orc towered beside
her. The brutal green skin grinned down at her, his ragtag armor barely
covering his muscular green hide.
“Good slut,” the orc grinned. “You want me fuck!”
Her eyes snapped down as groped his loincloth, and the bulging cock
it barely served to hide. His sweaty musk wafted to her and she shuddered in
horror at the creature. The orc grinned wider and stepped nearer. He grasped
her bottom and squeezed.
“Arrok!”
The orc jumped back, startled. He whirled about and took a sudden
step back. Jax loomed over the orc, towering over even the impressive
physique of the green skin. The line had halted, monsters watching with
interest, slaves staring vaguely.
“She mine,” Jax snorted, the golden ring in his nose jangling. He
thumped a heavy fist against his chest. “Mine.”
Arrok blinked and nodded. “Hmm. Arrok not know. I not mean…”
“Leave alone.”
Arrok nodded and hastily beat a retreat, sulky like a child caught with
his hand in a cookie jar. As he passed a giggling gertling he smacked the
creature into a group of its stunted brethren, sending the lot of them squealing
and scampering away.
Doria shuddered. She stole a glance at the minotaur. “Th-thank
you…”
Jax glanced down at her. He grunted, his huge hand engulfing her
view. Doria flinched and squeezed her eyes shut, but the blow never came.
Instead, an almost tender touch of her hair was all she felt. She peeked up and
saw the minotaur stroke her hair comfortingly. Then, Jax turned sharply away
and shouldered back into the line. He bellowed something in a bestial
language and the line of slaves and monsters were jolted into motion once
more. As they marched Doria stole a glance back, but the shaggy thing that
had claimed Tina was nowhere to be seen, lost among the shadows of the
thick pines and brush. But she still felt the heat of its eyes on her. Watching
her as she was marched deeper into the forest.

Break

They marched for hours after until at last Jax bellowed something
from the head of the line. The monsters halted, the chain which bound the
women jangling as they staggered to a stop. Several orcs went down the line,
unlocking the collars from the slave women. Doria panted where she stood,
but forced herself to stand straight as Jax pushed his way out of the forest and
before her. The towering minotaur took her in and reached out. She didn’t
flinch this time as his heavy hands grasped her collar, bending the thick steel
like it were made of taffy. “Come,” he said.
“Yes,” Doria said quietly. She stepped after him, walking past a
number of other monsters who had taken advantage of the break, and their
new slaves. A number of the creatures already bent their women over, rutting
in their sopping cunts, or lying back beneath a tree while a village girl knelt
between their legs, lovingly running her tongue up and down their inhuman
cocks, moaning with servile delight. As she passed she got another look at the
shaggy creature, the monster standing upright, Tina on her knees and
moaning as she serviced his canine cock. The creature’s glowing eyes
followed her as she hurried after Jax and among the trees.
So. This was it. She shivered as she recognized why she was being
taken away. Somewhere private so she could be mated by the minotaur.
Enslaved to his will and his flared cock. Her eyes snapped about, frantically
searching for some kind of escape, but her exhausting made her legs wobble,
and just a glance at the dense forest surrounding her made her soul quail with
the prospect of trying to run.
Her head slumped, defeat in her shoulders. It was only as she
resigned herself to her fate that she heard the sound of splashing water. She
lifted her eyes and gaped at a sudden clearing, surrounding a glittering spring.
Fresh water fell in a gentle rush into a deep pond of water.
“Bathe,” Jax said heavily. “You want… bath?” he said.
Doria looked up into the heavy face of the minotaur. She smiled
weakly. “Y-yes. I would…”
The minotaur nodded again at the water. Then, with a heavy grunt, he
sat down. For a moment Doria hesitated, but the sight of that fresh water
drew her like a magnet. Feverishly she shed her clothes, uncaring of the
minotaur’s eyes on her plump, nude curves. She waded into the water,
gasping at the cool, refreshing touch as the dirt and ash and dried cum of the
previous day sloughed off her. She ducked, diving under the surface, her hair
fanning out in the water. She ran her fingers through her locks, dispersing the
filth that had matted them. She sighed with delight, relishing the cleansing of
the waters.
She surfaced with a grasp, pushing back her damp hair, her breasts
tingling from the cold water and nipples hard as gems. But even then she
couldn’t totally ignore the minotaur sitting at the edge of the pond. Nor how
heated his stare had become, watching raptly as her pale, naked curves
glistened in the light.
She felt her core warm. Cleaned of the filth from the night, her body
on display before the lustful eyes of the minotaur, she found herself looking
at him again. Noticing the scars of battle that littered his expansive chest. His
muscular frame, denser than any man she had ever seen. He was a pinnacle.
A creature of pure, raw, animal muscle and power. A thing of savage wilds so
divorced from the world she had know she didn’t even know how to
categorize him.
Yes. He was a monster. And he intended to make her his slave.
Again that shudder. She had to flee. And yet, she knew too well she
wouldn’t be able to escape the brute before her. Not now. Perhaps not ever.
But she would try. Her freedom. Her mind depended on it.
But for now, she had to admit that she was his. And that so long as
she was, she was safe from the other creatures in the party. Jax appeared to
hold some rank. Perhaps even be the leader of the band. Which meant her
only prayer to keep herself pure of the mark of the monsters, lay in his lustful
hands.
She waded towards the shore. Her red hair hung in a damp tangle
around her head. Her curves shone in the daylight peeking through the trees.
Shapely. Feminine. Her cunny was puffy and flushed, for though she might
fear the monster before her, she could not deny that he was indeed male. And
that his very savagery tugged some silent chord buried deep in the animal
realm of her essence.
Jax watched her intently. His loincloth was brushed aside, his shaft
standing tall and proud. Thick and flared like that of the bull he so resembled.
Her breathing began to deepen as she walked from the shore and towards the
minotaur. Even sitting he nearly dwarfed her own height. His musk lingered
around him like a miasma. A poison that filled her with every breath,
warming her flesh, banishing the cold and sending her every pale inch
buzzing with awareness and sensitivity.
“Jax,” she breathed, stopping before him. Kneeling before him.
“Doria,” Jax grunted, her name thick and clumsy on his tongue. He
reached out and pulled her in, gathering her against him. She gasped as her
sensitive breasts pressed against his furry chest, her nipples tickled by his
wiry hair. His hands slid down her sides, engulfing the soft globes of her
bum. She arched, gasping as he massaged and molded her bottom in his
massive hands. She shuddered, a strange, perverse pleasure shooting through
her like tingling lightning. A coming storm of lust she couldn’t deny despite
all she was rebelling against.
He leaned in, sniffing her shoulder. She gasped, moaning softly as he
kissed her neck, his thick tongue stroking her tingling flesh. Tasting her. She
quivered, vulnerable, naked and bare. Helpless to the power of the monster
who held her.
“I fuck?” he grunted.
She whimpered. “P-please,” she whimpered. “I don’t… don’t…”
Jax rumbled, the sound rising from his chest, reverberating through
her pale, trembling form. She looked up, pleadingly into his dark eyes.
Whimpered as she was lifted over his thick, throbbing shaft. He slowly
lowered her onto his cock.
But not into her.
She gasped as she found her folds resting atop the veiny thickness of
his cock, her legs straddling him. The minotaur grunted and began to thrust,
rutting against her velvety folds.
“O-oh! Oooooh!” Doria moaned as her lower lips rubbed along his
shaft, the slickness of her folds slickening the pillar of his fuck-meat.
“Mmmmmnnn!”
She found herself moving her hips, rubbing her pussy against his
immense cock. Her breasts heaved and her breath came in short, panting
gasps. Her clit rubbed against his cock, her hands resting on his thighs as she
sawed herself on his shaft with growing eagerness. With deepening
appreciation for the immensity of his cock.
“Oh yes. Ah. Ah!” she panted, moving faster. Faster. The minotaur
groaned, thrusting, the strength of his iron hard cock fairly lifting her up,
pressing her against his barrel chest, her nipples beads of buzzing pleasure as
she rubbed her glistening pale tits against his strong, firm chest.
“Oh gods,” she moaned. “Oh gods I… I’m close. Jax. Jax! I’m…
I’m… mnnnnn!”
She tried to hold back. Tried to resist that tide of pleasure that
threatened to sweep her away. But in her heart she knew she didn’t try too
hard. With a scream of pleasure she came, her spurting juices shining his
cock as she continued to ride it. Jax gave a great bellow of pleasure, the
sound sending birds winging into the sky as he came, his cock pulsing as he
shot ribbons of thick cum onto the forest floor.
“Yessss!” Doria screamed, riding out her orgasm on his cock. “Cum!
Cum Jax! Cummmmm!”
She cried out with pleasure and collapsed atop his chest. She panted,
the strength of her orgasm seeming to peak with all the stress and fears she’d
known in the last few days. She felt his cock, still hot and hard as fiery steel
between her legs, but the minotaur made no move to fuck her. His arms
slowly wrapped around her, and he lay back, resting her atop him.
For a moment she could only lie there atop his chest, rising and
falling with the minotaur’s breathing. Her emotions and thoughts were in
turmoil. Fear. Pleasure. Safety. Hate. And something blooming in her.
Something that let her muscles unknot as she rested atop the bulk of her
bestial master. Uncertain and frightened of what had happened, how it had
felt, and what the future might have in store for her, she could only rest,
surrounded by his musk and wiry hair.
Finally, she raised her head. “Jax,” she said softly, working up her
courage. “Where… where are we going?”
The minotaur lifted his horned head, his dark eyes staring into her
shining browns. “We go meet master,” he said, resting a hand on her back.
“We march meet Duke.”
Doria shuddered, the name passing through her like winter’s winds.
The Duke of Ashes. The calamity that had swept across fully half the empire.
Who had destroyed and plundered human lands, killing the men, offering the
women to his monstrous hordes to breed a new kingdom of horror.
And she would be meeting him.
“M-must I?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” Jax said. He glanced down at her. “What wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, sighing. She shook her head, resigning herself to
whatever would come. “Nothing.”
She felt the minotaur’s hand on her head again, gently petting her
soft red hair. She felt the strength in those thick fingers, but the tenderness
too. A gentleness that belied the monster’s brutish features and his strength.
She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t know what she
cried for.
And in that ignorance, she fell asleep.

Slaves and Masters

It took a full week of marching to reach their destination. A week of

stumbling in a line, chained to the other slaves. Every night and every break
her master would take her aside and have her cum for him. Sometimes she
would suck his cock, others she would stroke him with her hands and soft,
full teats.
But it wasn’t only him who had the bliss of orgasm. With his thick
fingers he stroked her cunny and made her scream as she came. Atop his cock
she rubbed herself to a moaning peak. His hands mauled her breasts, hungry
for the softness of her curves while he pressed her, trapping her against his
mighty chest. The shame of those moments had quickly been subsumed by
the pleasure. She had tried to resist at first, but to her humiliation had come to
enjoy his pleasured touch. It was an odd thought, to no longer hate he that
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