The rotating altar slowed to a steady crawl, with Scylla passing by a minotaur and into the range of the one called Jupiter. There was little doubt she would end up with him, as the spinning of the device she and five other females were strapped to was coming to a stop. Jupiter, aware of his great fortune, licked his lips in anticipation, just having to wait for the roulette to come to a halt.

As his sights were focused on the kelpie, so too was she focused on him. Her heart raced, her mind finding it hard to comprehend the poor luck mounted against her. She was no statistician, but even she could understand the sheer odds that should have been in her favor to not be with this one specific minotaur. Yet it was happening, and she was helpless to stop it.

Fearing and loathing this fate that had been assigned to her by some uncaring force in the universe, she did the one last thing that she was capable of doing in her pinned and prone position; She screamed.

“NOOOOO!!!” She shouted, adrenaline filling her veins to finally push out what traces of the anesthetic remained within her, “NOT HIM! ANYPONY ELSE! I DON’T WANT TO BE TORTURED!”

Scylla pleaded with all her might, foregoing all logic that said that she would be ignored, that there was no one there that could or would prevent her from being given to Jupiter. It didn’t matter though, she was going to end up in the clutches of this man.

“That’s right, empty out those lungs,” said Jupiter, ecstatic in both his victory and the kelpie’s distress. For one who enjoyed the suffering of others and the exercising of his own might over those he saw as vastly weaker than himself, this was a glorious moment of triumph. “We’ll just have to make you scream twice as loud when I stick my meaty dick in your dripping cunt.”

The other minotaur around the wheel groaned at Jupiter, none really enjoying his declarations, which to them seemed like boisterous bragging that he had won the grand prize. There was not a one among them that wouldn’t have wanted that kelpie as well, and likewise had plans for her to satisfy their own desires. Not that the other females were not on par with the aquatic mare, but Scylla was presented to be the top prize of the ceremony, and would have been a feather in the cap of any who acquired her.

Yet those in the crowd, who by this point had no stakes in who got who, encouraged this bit of poor behavior from the bull, shouting out things to him such as “Yeah, impale that pony bitch on your cock” or “Tear that cunt a new fuck hole” or other such debase and lewd comments. Not all of the crowd were joining in on this jeering, in fact it was a mere fraction of them that chose to spout off such obscenities, but in such an enclosed chamber with all others respectively watching to see the outcome of the spin, it was very noticeable.

Enough to egg on Jupiter, and get him to say more to amuse those in the crowd as sadistic as he. “I’m gonna pump you so full of cum, you’ll be spouting it out your mouth in a geyser,” he said while looking Scylla in the eye, “I’m gonna slap that tight ass till it’s as red as your hair. I’m gonna-”

“HRK!”

Just as the altar was going to come to a complete halt, a sudden and unexpected burst of speed came about, propelling the tables just a little bit further, restoring a bit of momentum to its rotation.

“Wha-what?” Scylla uttered aloud, confused as to why she was moving past Jupiter, and slowly onto the next minotaur.

It took a moment longer for Jupiter himself to realize something was amiss, but when he did, his eyes darted around frantically for the source of the problem.

“HRK!”

Again came the sound, and with it another jolt of momentum to the altar, Scylla moving ever so more past Jupiter. The minotaur was starting to believe the others around the altar were playing a prank on him, and saw some smirking to further convince him to this theory. However, when he tracked their eyes, he saw the true culprit to all this.

“HRK!” The sound came a third time, right out of the mouth of Midnight, the guard mare strapped to the table. Time and again she was shifting her powerful earth pony body, slamming it against her bounds to propel the table further along its rotation, pushing Scylla beyond Jupiter, which placed herself in in front of him instead.

“W-wait!” Jupiter reached for the altar to stop Midnight, panicked that he was going to lose the mare he rightfully earned.

“Don’t touch it!” yelled the larger minotaur monitoring the event, “If you interfere with the results, you’ll be disqualified.”

“But Sartek, this mare is interfering with the results right now!” Jupiter said, pointing to the mare coming to a stop in front of him.

“So what? Want me to disqualify her?” Sartek said, arms crossed, “There are no rules saying the mare’s can’t affect the results. If there were, then we couldn’t even do things like this, as their weight alone changes the outcome.”

“But-!”

“I said before, no complaints,” said Sartek, cutting off any other issues Jupiter had, “You get what stops on you, and it looks like that earth mare is all yours.”

Just as Sartek said, Midnight stopped manipulating the altar when she got close enough to Jupiter that there was no question that she landed in his section.

“The pairings have been decided!” These words filled the chamber as the altar came to a complete halt, spoken by the crystal mare as she yelled into her mic with a large amount of fanfare. “With the wheel at full stop, these six lovely females are now the designated property of the bull standing before them. Give a round of applause to each of these lucky participants for receiving by fate their chosen partners.”

Applause did come, but not all felt that they received what they truly earned as Sartek went to lock the altar into place, while others believed that they had clearly won out more than the others. One such pony was the earth mare, a grin across her muzzle as she looked into his baffled and outraged face with a small sense of victory.

“What’s wrong?” she said, mocking the minotaur in front of her, “Didn’t get the mare you wanted? I guess you’ll just have to settle with last prize.”

Midnight added insult to injury by devaluing her own worth as a slave. Having spent enough time within the walls of the Society, Midnight knew that some of the members considered earth ponies to not be as extravagant or worthwhile as slaves of other races, especially when it came to those who were not themselves earth ponies. She had reason to believe that this sense of inferiority was shared by Jupiter, and even if it wasn’t, at least a few of the others in the room had to believe similarly, and that was all she needed.

As she expected, a few of the other minotaur started chuckling lightly, finding Jupiter's change of fortune amusing from their unaffected point of view. Midnight herself joined in as Jupiter’s disbelief turned slowly to simmering anger, and he said under his breath. “You fucking bitch…”

“Maybe, but it looks like I’m your bitch now.” The guard mare replied, glaring triumphantly at her ‘master’s’ misfortune and impotent rage. Bound, trapped, and exposed as she had been, she could still find ways to defy The Society.

The next thing the earth mare knew was a powerful impact as a large bovine palm went across her grinning face, Jupiter having enough of her tone towards him. He was the one here with the power, not this slave, and for her insolence he was going to make her see stars. Having sent his open hand across her face, he sent his arm in the opposite direction so to catch it again when she dared to look back at him. His knuckles connected with her snout, digging down to the bone without breaking flesh, leaving behind a mark unseen because of her fur that was sure to later become a deep bruise.

He repeated this a few more times, smacking and backhanding Midnight to act out his frustrations with her, and to silence all who mocked him because of her ruining his chances to acquire the kelpie. There would have been no telling when he would have stopped, if not for Lady Tourmaline’s interference. Seeing that his aggressive actions were putting a damper on the ceremony, she decided to step in herself to try and quell Jupiter’s fury.

“Excuse me,” said Schorl as she went to his side to get in his peripherals, “But do you believe that this is necessary?”

“Stay out of this,” Jupiter responded, not caring the slightest about the crystal pony’s opinion. “This bitch cost me a lot right now, and deserves to be punished.”

“That may be, and you certainly have the right to punish her now that she belongs to you,” said the crystal mare, “But I personally see her actions just now as a compliment. Out of all the bull masters she could have had, she chose you. For everyone else, it was just random luck, but this one wanted to be with you more than any other. There must be some merit to that, I would believe.”

Jupiter thought about it a little. The mare did go out of her way to give herself to him, when she could have put herself in another space and out of his immediate reach. Looking at the battered earth pony, weakened by his assault. “So… you wanted to submit yourself to me, did you?” Jupiter didn’t truly believe that was the case, but the notion did have an attractive quality to it.

“Fuck... you...” Midnight responded, defiant to the minotaur regardless of the pain she felt.

“Don’t mind if I do.” he replied.

Jupiter grabbed the mare by the waist, wrapping his hand completely around her, and with his other hand reached down to his lower garments. He didn’t bother undoing a button, or pulling down a zipper, opting to instead tear the covering from his body, breaking seams and tearing fabric with only moderate effort. With nothing holding it back, Jupiter’s cock was exposed, growing into solidity with his thoughts of pushing into this mare who was, as far as The Society was concerned, all his.

“This seems like as good a time as any to move on to the closing ceremonies.” Lady Tourmaline said, moving away from Jupiter now that his temper had been sated. “As one final gesture, these six minotaur masters and our lovely, talented, and beautiful Elements of Servitude will consummate their newly founded master and slave relationship.”

“Consummate?” Asked the lone gryphon girl strapped to the altar.

“It means…” Blue Yonder said with a grimace, “They are going to finalize their ownership of us through sex.”

“But… but…” the feline avian tripped over her own thoughts, perhaps the only one of the group here that didn’t expect this to end in violation.

“Is there something on your mind?” her randomly selected master said as he removed his own pants, doing so in a much less dramatic way than Jupiter. “You have better speak it now, before the only thing that can escape your mouth is moans and screams.”

“I’ve… never done it before.” Gabriella admitted, hoping that it might touch some place of sympathy within the massive male undressing before her.

“I see…” the minotaur said, fully undressed, his own bullhood at full erection. It looked every bit as muscular as his hardened abs and rippling biceps, with large veins popping out around it’s exterior. “Then this will be very uncomfortable for you.”

The way he said that was without joy or malice, just a blank statement telling the gryphon girl an undeniable truth. While it might have been meant as sympathetic, it came off as cold with the minotaur stroking his shaft to maintain its rigidness before Gabriella.

“Please, don’t. That thing’s bigger than my arm.” the gryphon begged in one last attempt to appeal to whatever sense of morality resided in this man.

Understanding well the avian’s worry, the minotaur placed a hand on the side of her head to firmly rub her beak and cheek. “You will be fine. You were given injections before arriving in here, yes?”

Gabriella nodded in reply.

“Then no matter what I do, your body will be able to take it. It will hurt, but you will come out of this unbroken, save for your womanhood, which I will claim.”

“You are too kind to these cum buckets Cestus,” commented Jupiter, his own cockhead firmly pressed against the entrance of his slave’s pussy. “All the words in the world won’t make this easier for them, so the most merciful thing to do is just cram it in, like this!”

“Don’’t you da- AAACCKKK!” Midnight tried to protest her imminent penetration, but with the minotaur’s hand gripping around her body, all it took was a mighty pull and a mightier thrust and the Jupiter’s impressive bullcock was shoved inside the passage that should have been several sizes smaller than needed.

“What a nice voice you have there when you’re not trying to put on a brave face,” Jupiter said amused with the guard mare’s sudden spike of vocal range as he inserted himself into her, the earth mare’s normally gruff voice peeking into a more feminine one as her sentence turned into a yell. ”We’ll have to force that voice out of you more in the future. It’s an otherwise adorable aspect from an ugly, beaten mare.”

Midnight’s only reply was a series of heavy breathing as she adjusted to the large foreign object within her. Her abs, solid and powerful as they were, had to give way for the rod of meat, and bulge outward to clearly indicate the outline of it. Looking down at her abdomen, she could see the outline had made it as far as her belly button, showing her the deepness of the minotaur’s penetration the she felt so intensely.

Having heard his associate’s commence in taking his pony as a female slave was suppose to be taken, the minotaur called Cestus saw little reason to delay his own task in this ceremony. There was more to this than the gryphoness at his mercy knew, and even had her sympathy ploy worked, he couldn’t simply leave her be. As a minotaur bull, it was as much his duty as his right to use this slave female for her intended purpose.

“Time to begin, Gabrielle,” Aiming his shaft, he pressed the head of it to the gryphon’s lower lips, untouched by a man until now. Unlike Jupiter though, he decided to ease it in, to at least give his woman the chance to adjust to his girth as he entered her moist passage.

The feathery female feline didn’t take it well at all, cringing and contorting her face in anguish as the bull made his way through her to its destination. She had not the fortitude of the earth mare, so she was much more vocal about her suffering, making birdlike screeches and cat-like cries as pain unlike any before filled her. Merely a quarter in, and the bull pressed his tip against her hymen, and with the same continuous motion he had been doing from the start he drove through the thin fleshy obstruction to proceed down the pathway of her vaginal passage.

Halfway in, and she could feel the gigantic sexual muscle slightly shifting her organs to make room for its presence. Fortunately for her, she had been injected with the same elasticity formula that Scylla, and all the other girls for that matter, had been given. This allowed her to endure this sheer impalement of her slender feline form, physically at least, if mentally she was going through the tortuous feeling of having flesh stretched far beyond normal limits.

Wild Blue looked from her peripheral as this girl she had known for barely half an hour was being ravaged by a remarkable pole of a penis. The way her bull prolonged her agony by pushing into her as slow as feasibly possible, his hips getting ever closer to his captive victim’s as he vanished inside her, with a dripping crimson flowing down his length to drip on his sack. It defied ignorance, just as much as the minotaur standing in front of her did.

His own mass of male meat stood up in front of her, an intimidating sight to any woman of her size. “I-It’s my turn now, i-is it?” she said, doing her best to put on a brave face despite the peril presented to her. In her mind, Blue Yonder felt she would be ripped in half, or at the least experience some form of tearing, no matter what she was told about the chemicals flowing inside her. Logically, no pony could be fucked by something so huge without some form of injury or internal damage.

“Not quite.” said the bull, his inflections holding some dignity in the way he spoke.

Of the minotaur around the altar, this one appeared to be the most… matured, though perhaps that wasn’t the right word for it. He was not as large as some of the others, but his tannish fur had many greying strands within it. While not showing signs of being elderly in the slightest, he was a little past his prime.

“Not quite?” Wild Blue asked back, a bit confused as to why this slaver wasn’t taking his unwilling prize.

“Heh, don’t mistake me for a bull calf who is mating for the first time. You are not my first slave, and once your training is finished you’ll be meeting with your new sisters. Others that I’ve tamed, just as I will tame you.”

The pegasus gave a shudder at the way the minotaur said that, as it appeared that she had been delivered to a trained slaver, one who knew what he had picked up over the years. He implied with his declaration that not only had he done this to another woman, but several others that he had held hostage somewhere that she would be spirited away to herself after The Society was done teacher her what they believed she needed to know.

If she heard him correctly though, the bull wasn’t going to fuck her, at least not right this moment. “Then, what are you going to do to me?” she asked, this strange turn of events begging the question.

“Do you know the way to a woman’s heart, my dearest?” the minotaur said, answering her question with one of his own.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not going to say chocolates?” Wild Blue Yonder halfheartedly replied back.

“A sense of humor I see. No, such frivolous trifles are little more than ineffective bribery. Of course being a female, you would know this.”

“Then what is-?”

The minotaur knelt down before the pegasus, added yet another unexpected thing to the list of uncharacteristic things for this slaver and rapist to do. What he did next however put him back into the character that Blue Yonder envisioned him to be.

The bovine placed his hands down on her inner thighs, holding down her already bound legs for what seemed to be his own amusement as he put his face directly in front of her exposed snatch.

“You have a beautiful hole here.” he complimented, though this particular praise was not something the pegasus appreciated. “I will be honored to pleasure it in ways you never dreamed of.”

“As if I would ever be pleasured by the likes of you.” Blue Yonder retorted, feeling nothing but disgust in how the bull stared intently at her private area.

“Oh you will.” the bull stated bluntly, “Because this is the path to a woman’s heart. Not gold, or gems, or candy. If you can tame this orifice, then the female is yours to command.”

For some reason Blue Yonder felt this explanation was not meant for her, but more for the other minotaur around who were brashly jamming themselves into their own respective mares. Outside of boasting, there was little reason to tell one’s prisoner your strategy for getting them to submit. It just made them aware of what you were doing, and thus mentally prepared for your attempt.

Then again, she still didn’t know exactly what he was planning to do to her. Foreplay seemed to be the idea, and he could try to finger fuck her if he wanted. His index finger was roughly the size of a stallion’s cock, so it would at least not harm her vulnerable nethers unless he got aggressive with it. She wondered though if these hulking brutes even knew the concept of restraint though.

Watching his bound and powerless slave closely, the minotaur began moving his thumb over her mons, flicking his digit lightly across the fleshy portions of her pussy a few times to gauge her reactions. As one might suspect, she didn’t react well to his light stimulation of her erogenous zones, and gritting her teeth she refused to make a single sound just to spite her captor.

“Stubborn I see. I’ll let you know now that you only have two options here. Either you enjoy this of your own accord, or I’ll make you enjoy it against your will.”

“Bite me,” The dark blue mare replied.

“No biting…” he answered to Blue Yonder’s rebellious declaration, “But perhaps a taste is in order.”

Without any more warning, the cow let loose his tongue from his mouth, sliding it squarely across Blue Yonder’s slit. Unlike with the brief periods on light rubbing the bull’s digit had caused, this sudden slippery slither was not so easy to ignore. Blue yonder managed to keep her silence, but the spark of sensations made her head real back, with gross and unwanted feelings washing over her mind all at once.

The bull gave her nary a moment to rest either before making a second pass, removing his tongue from her flesh for the briefest of moments before setting its tip at the very bottom of Blue Yonder’s slit. A lift of his muzzle was all it took to send it across the path it had traveled before again, the rapidity of the twin tongue lashes doubling the sensations on the spot.

The pegasus mare couldn’t help but moan this time, releasing a sound that was made of both the uncomfortable pleasure starting to well up in her being, as well as her dismay for allowing herself to feel this way to begin with. Disgust should have been the only thing she felt right now, but unfortunately the body cared little about the difference between consensual and non-consensual touches.

It only got worse from there, as the minotaur continued lapping at her lower lips, diligently sending his tongue across it time and again, hitting every spot of exposed flesh like a mother cat cleaning a kitten. Blue Yonder, through all this, managed to hold her voice from the minotaur, stifling herself every time she thought she might yelp or moan, determined to keep as much control over this ordeal that she could.

Seeing the mare’s determination to deny him her pleasure filled cries of passion, the bovine decided to turn his game up a notch. Placing his tongue at the bottom of her slit again, he went up once more, but this time at a fraction of the speed he had been doing all this time, to which Blue Yonder was just starting to adapt to. The change of this steady pace made it more difficult to endure the touches of his tongue, prolonging what was a momentary feeling to one stretched out to the extent of its possible duration without stopping completely.

But when Blue Yonder confirmed in her mind that she would have to withstand an elongated attack to her senses, attempting to deaden herself to it, the minotaur changed his tactics half way. Giving no warning, he zipped his tongue tip side to side, traveling the remainder of her pussy entrance in a zigzagging pattern. This made the act of cunnilingus both shockingly rapid and achingly slow at the same time, with the tip dancing from one fleshy fold to another at rapid speeds, while the time he spent going along his path stayed nearly the same.

The pegasus’ reactions to this grew labored, with each few seconds of staving off what her body was experiencing growing more and more difficult. A torrent of disgusting pleasure was piling up inside, pressing against a mental dam that was quickly filling to capacity, and once it was filled there would be nothing left for it to do but spill over or burst. Blue Yonder kept trying though, and as the minotaur reversed his course, she found herself sealing her lips to hold in the air that passed through her clenched teeth, puffing up her cheeks in a rather silly display of resistance.

“Still not going to give in?” questioned the minotaur as he reached back to the part where the pegasus’ pussy touched her taint, more bemused than aggravated, “You are a willful one, that’s for sure.

With this break from the onslaught of sexual stimuli, Blue Yonder took the opportunity to take several deep, if haggard, breaths. A few tiny beads of sweat had formed on her body, the mental endurance she had to implement having a small effect on her physical form. Blue Yonder wanted to take as much time as she could to rest, because she knew her torment wasn’t over, and the minotaur wasn’t showing the same signs of fatigue as she was.

“You’re resilience is impressive, but you can’t fight me forever.”

“I… can… try…” Blue Yonder worked out these words through gasps for air, believing that if this was the extent of his skill, she could still manage to keep her pleasure to herself, if barely.

“You can… but you can’t succeed, especially since I’ve been taking it easy on you.”

“You’re… bluffing…” Blue Yonder said to dispel the minotaur’s claim, though realizing that he really hadn’t done as much as he could have as of yet.

What he did next recanted her nearly empty retort completely, as without a single word, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, releasing his tongue in its entirety. The organ was, to put it lightly, abnormally large, even for a creature of the bull’s size. Thick, long, the piece of malleable saliva soaked flesh was at least a foot in length. That was much more than the mere tip of it that she had felt before across her tender skin, and with him revealing it like this, there was only one thing that could happen next.

Blue Yonder, predicting what future this bull had for her, couldn’t help but attempt to avoid it. She moved her hips as much as possible, but with both the straps and the minotaur’s heavy hands on her legs, there was very little wiggle room, making her attempts a futile and alluring gesture for her captor.

Thoroughly amused by the fear of his appendage Blue Yonder was showing, the bull did as she had expected, and put his tip to her dirty entrance, her pussy now saturated with his spit as well as the fluids she produced when he first licked her slit. As wet as it was, all it took was a push to make the tongue enter her, the well lubricated passage inviting him inside with a strong embrace as it constricted around its penetrater.

Blue Yonder could no longer stifle herself, and in defeat she howled out the desires of her body. As the tongue crawled into her depths, her fleshy walls squeezed around it to make its touch all that more vivid. While she might have hated being violated in this way, her hole loved getting filled. The feel of the tip, gliding along her insides, leading the way for rest to work its way in. Once that tongue got into her tunnel, there was no stopping it until the passage was stuffed full, and the tip of it was pressing against the entrance to her womb.

As devastating as that was for the mare, it was nothing compared to what came after. Once the minotaur had gotten as deep as her cervix, he did what only one with such a large, meaty tongue could. Pressing his lips against the now quivering entrance of the mare’s sex, the minotaur rolled his tongue around, making it go back on itself, moving it around in waves, generally doing all he could to hit every unguarded spot inside her.

“EEEAAAAAHHH!!! NOOO!!! I! PLLLEEEAAASSSAAAA!!!” Blue Yonder was now yelling and wriggling with all her might, finding it impossible to hold still or be silent against this form of pleasurable punishment. She could still fight, still tell herself that she despised what she was being forced to feel, but she could no longer deny what the minotaur was doing to her when that metaphorical dam inside her was smashed apart with practically no resistance, sending the pegasus into the start of a string of orgasms.

Sounds of woe and lust resonated through the chamber, bouncing off walls, echoing back to the exhibition taking place in the center of it. Joining these grunts, screams, sobs, and moans were the cheers and jeers of the audience, the minotaur horde taking the consolation prize of getting to watch the show. Congratulations on conquering the bound females and mocking phrases at the suffering female’s expense were liberally tossed out, turning this ritualistic rape into a spectacle, with Scylla being at the center of it all.

To the kelpie, this combination of noise and stares pointed in her direction as other females were being violated around her increased her awareness like nothing before. Perhaps it was the fear made adrenaline flowing through her veins making her feel this way, but never before had she been able to take in her surroundings with such detail. Every second was a still frame, a picture that if Scylla wanted she could take in and observe without interruption, every person there a character she could take in. Yet despite these heightened senses, she was pouring all of it onto one creature, the minotaur she had just narrowly escaped.

As she watched, Jupiter was fucking his earth pony with such force that it amazed the kelpie that it wasn’t shaking the alter with every thrust. He was alternating between having half his shaft inside the guard mare, and going hilt deep with a slamming of his hips that rattled Midnight’s whole body. With such a show of brutality, it was very hard to focus on anything else, especially since that sexual violence was originally intended for her. Scylla was so drawn in that she was ignoring the minotaur that was in front of her, the one that was supposed to be her owner.

The minotaur had not touched her yet, waiting and watching as his slave stared unflinchingly at his associate. It he were insulted or mad, he didn’t show it on his stoic visage, merely waiting and watching his mare to see how long it would take her to realize his presence.

The kelpie’s entrancement with Jupiter was only broken when the sadistic bovine himself brought it up. “I bet you’re so disappointed that it wasn’t you taking my cock in your pussy.”

Instantly, whatever power Jupiter had over Scylla broke, snapping her back to reality. “W-what?” she asked, the shock of being brought back to the real world confusing her slightly.

“You’ve been eyeing my dick like a hungry slut from the moment I stuck it in this bitch,” Jupiter gave another thrust, forcing a howl from his victim as he pressed it in so much that his head poked up a bit of the flesh around her stomach. “You must really have wanted this inside that dripping twat of yours.”

“Is that true?” asked the minotaur standing in front of Scylla, finally drawing in her attention, “Do you want Jupiter to be your master? If so, then I suppose I could arrange a trade.”

Jupiter paused, pulling his cock out of Midnight a bit, while remaining inside her partially. “Really now? You’re willing to trade off a fine piece of ass like her?”

“It’s not that I want to,” Scylla’s owner answered, “But to be honest, the thought of my slave drooling over another man is making me a little jealous. If she’s going to be lusting after your dick over mine, then it would be better to just let her have what she wants, and get a different mare to replace her.”

Listening to the two minotaur’s discussion, Scylla understood quickly the mistake she was making. She was going to be handed off to a man she had no desire to be anywhere near, unless she started showing an interest in the one that she belonged to.

“P-please no.” Scylla said, directing her head to her owner, “I don’t want to go to him.”

“Is that the only reason why you’re paying attention to me now?” asked the minotaur, Scylla unable to tell if he was annoyed, curious, or whatever. The minotaur was quick to let who know though by adding to it, “Because it still sounds to me like your more concerned with being away from Jupiter than you are being with me.”

Her current owner wasn’t wrong, as if she had the option she wouldn’t be with any of these minotaur, but the way things were presented it was only the option of this one or the incredibly sadistic one. She just wished that she knew what to say in order to prevent her from going to the latter of the two. How would she be able to convince the minotaur to keep her though?

“Oh~ Ah~ Please, give me more~”

These noises suddenly sprung up next to Scylla, coming from the opposite side from the guard mare. She shifted her glance to her side, doing her best to make sure that her eyes didn’t stray too far from her owner. In her peripherals she saw Charming Tale, the unicorn of the group, being molested by her own minotaur master. He hadn’t stuck his penis inside her yet, but was no less being assaulted sexually.

The bovine, utilizing a ridiculously long tongue, was slurping voraciously over the her chest. While her breasts were nearly flat, he used the massive fingers of his hands to squeeze them and plump them out so he can better lick and suck what little she had. It was a vile display, with the minotaur disgustingly lapping at whatever exposed bits he could find, but there was something off. Charming Tale, who had appeared nervous earlier, was smiling and making elated sounds as her body was defiled. One might even believe she was enjoying what the rapist bull was doing to her, as she lifted her head up to expose her collared neck, and arched her spine like she was in the passionate throes of ecstasy.

That couldn’t be right, but with her calling out things like, “Suck them more!” and “I'm so wet from your licks!” there seemed little doubt that she was receiving some form of pleasure from what should have been a horrifying ordeal. Maybe her will had caved in the face of such an overpowering creature, or the bovine beast of a man ignited something primal in the unicorn that made his domination of her be perceived by Charming's frightened mind. as something enjoyable.

Whatever it may be though, the minotaur looked quite pleased by the lust filled words and pleasant moans she was presenting him with, and with a smile across his face, he sent a hand down to her crotch, and inserted his middle finger inside her anus, using the fluids pouring out of her pussy to slide the digit in, forcing a shriek from the unsuspecting mare.

“THANK YOU MASTER!” she cried shrilly through the squeal, and with such a elaborate praise of the minotaur’s ability to invade and violate her, Scylla wasn’t as sure as she was before about the trepidation she believed the unicorn was showing earlier.

One thing was for sure though. Her lack of fear and active participation was making her owner happy, and in this moment Scylla needed to make her owner happy. So the kelpie would have to play along, and make this at least feel as if she revered him as a slave should to those she belonged to.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t want to be your slave.” she started, quickly noticing how clunkily that came out. “I’m just scared and confused. I’ve never been a slave before. I promise that I’ll be more obedient and mindful of what you want from me. I can be a good girl, I swear.”

Jupiter gave a huff, and returned to plowing his guard mare, believing that the mare was providing an adequate display of deference towards his cohort.

Her owner, on the other hand, didn’t change his facial expression. “You can be afraid. Even if you obey my every command, you should always be worried you could displease me. It will help to assure you always do your best as my slave. Is that understood?”

Scylla nodded her head in response, seeing now that the bull wanted her to fear his reprisal should she fail to meet his standards. He might not have been a sadist, but she had no reason to believe that he wouldn’t punish her if she didn’t do exactly what he wanted.

“Good. I expect you to learn quickly, and never fight my authority over you. Now, to alleviate your confusion.” Undoing the button on his own lower garments, Scylla’s master released his own bull shaft. “Your purpose from now on is to do as you are told, and to carry my child within your womb.”

If there was any bit of her attention that was divided away from the minotaur before, it evaporated when his intent for her was explained. Her, carrying his child?! He wanted to get her pregnant?! Was that even possible? He was a bovine, and she was an equine. They had to be incompatible with each other, but he seemed to believe it could happen. Maybe it was, and she just never heard of a pony and a minotaur couple before. She had heard of hippogryphs, and they seemed to be the cross between a pony and a gryphon.

What was she thinking, even if it was possible, she couldn’t get pregnant. She had never been a mother before, she heard it was very painful, and what would it be like if she birthed something that was part minotaur? The thought of it was causing a considerable amount of stress for the kelpie, making her hyperventilate, her chest going up and down as her breaths rapidly went in and out of her lungs.

“I see that got you excited.” The minotaur said, grabbing his flaccid dick, moving the skin around it back and forth, over and over again till the soft meat turned hard. The sexual organ, in Scylla’s terrified and near hysterical state, looked no less big than Jupiter’s. In fact, it looked even bigger with her mind making her envision it as nightmarishly huge. What was even worse was that she knew that… thing was going to go inside her. It was going to spread her pussy out around it, delve deep into her fleshy cavity, and find its place inside her most private of spaces, to a place where even she had never explored in her times of private masturbation.

As that image played out in her imagination, the minotaur took this opportunity to emulate her horrific fantasy. To the kelpie, the male bovine was tracing the every action of the phantom of him she had envisioned, and thus when it placed it’s cock against her tight, moistened hole, he trailed no more than seconds behind.

When it pushed into her, he did the same in a similarly slow and torturous manner, forcing her lips to part around it till it formed an O shape snugly around him. When the imagined minotaur thrust its hips in to press the cock inside her up against the entrance to her womb, he followed as well. Then, when it grabbed her around the waist and made one final push to get past that barrier, making it to a place usually reserved only for babies, the real version continued to play copycat and matched the mental representation of himself. It was so accurate that Scylla was bordering precognition, but that kind of foresight did her no good in this situation. All it did was make it twice as vivid, twice as painful, and twice as humiliating as she endured everything in double.

The minotaur made his way into her womb in small increments, the tip of his penis pressing hard against her cervix, the tiny dot that was its entrance having to part far to make way for this unrelenting force. As with her vaginal entrance, there was no stopping this battering ram of a sex organ, and had not she received the drugs earlier that made her insides elastic-like the flesh inside her would have ripped from the mass of male. Her flesh held, strained as her pussy parted to give him room, but otherwise whole.

“There we go…” the minotaur said to his slave, petting her hair, “That wasn’t too bad at all, now was it?”

The minotaur was referring to how Scylla had made little noise as he entered her, being much more silent than all the others who had let loose their pain and passion. It wasn’t that she had taken her penetration any better. On the contrary, she had it the worst. When trying to scream all that came out as a long squeak, and now she couldn’t even give a reply to what the minotaur said to her, only sniffles and sobs as she was given a moment to take in what had been done to her.

Given no reply, the minotaur took that as a sign to continue. He moved his hips, moving his thick shaft inside, rubbing it against every surface within Scylla’s sexual passage all at once. Her sore cervix, forced open by his cockhead, had to experience that spreading all over again each time he pushed in, as each pull out brought the bulbous tip out of the womb, giving the inner hole just enough time to try and shut itself before the invader came back. Scylla felt her muscles contort and contract on their own, reacting to the minotaur’s pounding penis within her. Just to hold still, she had to make a conscious effort, and then eventually that didn’t work either. The kelpie’s entire form eventually went on autopilot. Unable to move her arms or legs in any significant way, she became nothing more that a passenger in her own body, only her head could move on her own accord, and part of the time it was busy bouncing up and down to follow the force of the thrusts the minotaur was making in her.

All of the other mares were being likewise fucked by their respective owners by now, with Blue Yonder and Charming Tale’s minotaur having delved themselves into the pony’s after a bit of foreplay. Each of the bulls were pumping their bullhoods into their slaves, their women, whether the female liked it or not, which in most cases it was the latter. In return they received shrieks, groans, moans, squeals, yells, and whines showing the level of enjoyment or displeasure each one was getting from their steady and repetitive penetration, and in turn the females received grunts from the bulls in return.

This orgy of violation, combined with the continued cheers from the observes of it, attacked the senses of the six bound and helpless creatures. All the knew was the pain of the piston-like thrusts, the overpowering sounds surrounding them, the strong scent of sex that was so potent they could taste it, and the dizzying sights as they lost track of everything else around them. It was more disorientating than when they were span around, with their bodies involuntarily giving in to the abuse, and delivering to the girls world shattering orgasms that sickened all but those few who cared not that they were now the sexual slaves of these physically imposing males.

And as one might expect, the clenching and spasming of the female’s vaginas massaged the minotaur’s meat rods. The pleasure the minotaur took from this was amazing, rewarding their sensitive, yet powerful shafts with immense gratification. For as bad as this felt for their victims, it felt that good to them, and with enough of this pleasure the inevitable happened. The sacks beneath the men’s cocks squeezed down around the testicles inside them, and with a string of mighty grunts, they released their loads.

Shooting, spurting, the thick white cum poured out of the cock holes, directly into the wombs of each of the bound women. The fluid could be felt within them, filling their depths with a heat that was like fire against their abused internal flesh, serving to make this terrible point in their lives all the worse as the application of the substance on places that were worn and perhaps rubbed raw added a noticeable sting to whatever discomfort they were already feeling. The cum, the twitching of the bull’s dicks, the aftermath of being violated by such massive objects, it left those who had to experience it all devastated, both physically and mentally. Even Nightshade, with all her eagerness, could only give a weary smile as her mind was lost in a sea of ache.

If it had stopped there, then it would have been enough torment for Scylla to last a lifetime, but of course things were never that easy. As she laid there on that bed of cold steel provided to her by this despicable group of rapists, able to do nothing but stare into the face of the one who raped her and take in what he had done to her, she noticed an ever growing pressure building within her. The minotaur hadn’t just came out one large shot that would slather against the insides of her body, he was cumming out several large wads that kept adding to the blob of sperm that was forming within her. With his shaft blocking the only exit, the only thing the sexual fluids could do was merge together and fill the space it was entrapped in, drowning everything else occupying said space. This continued till the pressure made her stomach swell out, visibly expanding till it looked rounded and plump.

The others had also been filled till bloating, finishing off this ceremony with a spectacle that was greatly approved of by the minotaur’s peers. The six chosen minotaur had consummated their ownership over their slaves, the duty that was expected of them was completed. With the five mares and the gryphon hen engorged so much, it was a certainty that their role would be fulfilled. Having no more reason to stay now that the show was over, they all headed to the exits in a disordered, but non-chaotic fashion.

As the others left, the six remaining in the center removed themselves from their victims. The absence of their cocks left a large void in the bodies of the women. The bulges in their stomachs quickly shrunk down as fluids causing them was given a path to escape from, the viscous seed flowing out of each woman in a mess of goopy gobs. The the women themselves, it relief of the pressure inside them was a god sent, and the conclusion of their rape felt far too great for what was a simple removal of what had caused them immense pain in the first place.

Scylla, having been pushed beyond what she believed to be her limits, found herself at a loss for even basic thought. All she knew is after all that, she just felt tired. She wanted to sleep. To wake up and find that this was all some terrible dream. The way she felt, the surreal amount of ease and relief after such defilement, almost made her believe that was the case, but then the minotaur that was her owner brought her back to reality with a grip of her mane.

Tugging it upwards, he glared directly into the kelpie’s eyes and declared sternly to the girl, “You are now mine. Your body, your will, they belong to me. Are we clear?”

Scylla gave a very weak nod back. Even with the adrenaline given to her by this sudden and fairly scary act of the minotaur, she could hardly muster the strength to move.

“Good, now rest. You will need all the energy you can get after that.”

The minotaur didn’t have to tell Scylla twice, and before she knew it her heavy eyelids closed down, turning her world to darkness. Hopefully whatever dreams she thought up would be more pleasant than her current reality, as when she awoke she would still be here, in the Society’s dungeon, and she would still be the slave to a monstrous male.

Author's Notes:

Took me a little longer than usual, but here is the next chapter ^_^.

Also, since they have been introduced properly now, I think it's time to say who the owner of our guest OCs are.

Charming Tale belongs to The Accursed One
Midnight belongs to Aceofspades69
Nightshade belongs to Obsidian
and Wild Blue Yonder belongs to PolarPuff