Do nothing

You fight back the intense urge to reach your hand out and touch Fenrich's enormous cock. Instead, you fold your arms over your bared breasts and look at the brooding minotaur with a steely expression.

"Hmmmmm," says Fenrich, his nostrils flaring as he reaches his huge hands out and wraps them around the upper bars of your cage. Looking down at you his displeasure is clear.

"No way, big boy," you say, stepping as far away as the small cage will allow. The bars press into your back.

Fenrich moves back a little, sliding his flaccid cock back through the bars until just the head sits atop the crossbar, the big slit aimed right at you. The minotaur glares at you with its big eyes.

"Not going to touch-"

Your words are interrupted by a hot stream of piss as thick as your index finger. The urine splashes across your tits and hits you in the mouth causing you to sputter and raise your hands defensively. Fenrich's piss sprays powerfully between your fingers and soaks your shorts. It falls in a hot sheet down your chest and you can taste the horrible tang of it in your mouth.

"You son of a bitch!" you shout. Fenrich snorts with laughter, emptying his sizable bladder on you with a solid minute's worth of hot urine drenching you from head to toe. He steps away into the darkness of the dungeon as you continue to curse him. When it's clear he does not intend to return you do the best you can to clean up. At leas the drafty dungeon is drying the piss on your hair and body. Your soaked shorts might take longer to get clean.

As you stew with anger, trying not to stand in the puddle of piss, you wonder what Lenny is up to with the pixie-haired Mur. You hope it's something as humiliating as what you just endured.