An enslaved Holstaur

You hear some faint ranting and grumbling coming from the archway. It sounds like the way people at the village imitated goblin speech, and soon enough your suspicions are confirmed.

With the coast clear, you round the corner and deftly duck behind a pile of garbage and debris, looking into a modestly large room, about the size of a house back at the village. An old and cracked Dwarven lantern flickers just well enough to cover the hovel in impotent yellow light. This is where a dozen or so goblins have made their home, evidently shitting down a mineshaft and piling refuse in any corner that doesn't contain shiny things. They've discarded most of their rags along with their gear at the end of the day and are all huddled around a loot-bag in their loincloths.

They seem fixed on their loot, so you scan the rest of the room. Tied by the neck to a post in one corner sits a naked woman. You'd like to say that the first thing you noticed about her was something else, but her jugs are just too massive. Each one is the size of a small grain-sac, made of supple, mostly brown skin with a black nipple on one side, but a broad patch of white surrounds a flowery pink nipple on the other side.

You shake off the desire to ogle her and take in her other details. She has a full figure with piebald skin of molasses brown and pink-white, rich blonde hair, and short ivory horns growing out and up from the sides of her head. Is this a female minotaur? You've fortunately never even seen a male one, and this was not the image you expected of your first encounter with the species.

She flinches as one of the goblins flicks her arm with a whipping stick, then she obediently bends forward as he takes the rope on her neck and leads her across the room. They've really broken her down here - she might be twice the height of any of these goblins if she stood up on her hooves, but she crawls on her hands and knees ahead of her master, clearly knowing what she's meant to do, her big multicolored boobs almost brushing the floor along the way.

At the other side of the room, the goblin ties her on to a rig of sticks and ropes that keeps her bent over with her tail in the air and her chest dangling over a big bowl, with only her hands free. At this point she seems to look over in your direction.