Melkor explains Venus's fate.

The minotaur turned and walked towards a closet. Opening it, he took from the shadows something and tossed it to Venus. The shadow hunter caught them instinctively. She rubbed her fingers against the tough hide which composed the clothing curiously.

“Put them on,” the minotaur told her. “They will be your only clothing here now.” Venus nodded obediently and unfolded them. As she dressed, the minotaur spoke.

“You are my ****,” he informed her as he watched her dress. “You have no name unless I choose to give you one. I am Malkor Ironhorn, but you will only refer to me as Master. You are my property. Whatever identity you had before is gone. You are merely my ****. You will clean my weapons and mend my armour. Keep my room and serve me whenever I return. You will lay with whoever I give permission to. But,” he grinned, “I do not think I will allow much of that.”

Venus blushed beneath his gaze. She had managed to put on the undergarments, and odd though it was, only now that she was actually dressed she felt she had something to blush about. What sat upon her hips was a belt of leather with a strap that went between her legs and pressed firmly between her cheeks, seeming to put both globes out and further on display than before. A single short strip of cloth hid her nether region from view but any motion would move the fluttering cloth aside to bare her. She shifted and sucked in a breath as the cord running up her legs pressed tightly against her pussy.

Venus next lifted the shirt and put it on. A sleeveless vest made of the tough hide of some animal, if she adjusted it carefully the front would hide her breasts, yet when she searched for a clasp to secure it there she found none. So long as she stood still she realized she could keep it closed, but if she moved they would slide off, exposing her chest. She pouted and darted a glance at Malkor whose muzzle was decorated by an amused grin at her plight. Realizing it was working exactly as supposed to she gave up.

Approaching, Malkor wrapped an arm possessively about her waist and pulled her close. Pressed against the minotaur’s powerful human frame, Venus melted against him contentedly. “You will live here with me, and not the pens with the others,” Malkor rumbled as his hand caressed the gentle curve of her hip. “They are the slaves of the community. You may wander about but only once your tasks are done.” His large hand slid along her flank and then suddenly clasped the right globe of her ass. Venus gasped, momentarily caught off guard by the roughness of his touch, but soon yielding to it and nuzzling his pectorals affectionately. He grinned and squeezed her ass possessively. “Tonight I will brand you as my **** before the others. It will mark you as mine so that all will know to whom you belong. And that you have given yourself willingly as my possession.”

Venus’s heart fluttered at the thought of being branded. Yet, she found the fear was mingled with unbridled arousal that she would be so irrevocably marked. She pressed herself closer to her master and looked into his face. “Yes, my master,” she murmured submissively. “I will be honoured to carry your mark.”

Malkor nodded his horned head. “Good. You learn swiftly.”

“But master,” Venus found herself asking. She looked up into the dark depths of his eyes inquisitively. “I’m surprised you don’t want to share me with the others. I’ve heard minotaur’s rarely take personal slaves. Most are added to the tribe’s harem.”

Malkor grunted. “You know a great deal.” He looked at the door as if expecting someone to be spying on them at that very moment. “Yes. It is a little unusual. However,” he said lowly, his hand stroking Venus’s flat belly thoughtfully. “I wish your first child to be mine, and mine alone. When you have birthed your first calf, then I will allow the others the use of you. But not before.” He was breathing deeply and Venus, looking down, found that his equine cock had stiffened slightly at the thought. “You were a warrior and skilled, though you are now my ****. I desire that strength to be my child’s. At least at first.”

Venus lowered her head and thought about this. She looked up into her master’s face. “Is that the only reason you won’t share me?”

Malkor raised his brow. “It is. Why?”

“Well…” Venus squirmed; surprised the thought had occurred to her. Yet why not? She had already submitted to becoming a **** to the minotaurs. What was she now but a breeding sow and pleasure ****? She wasn’t a hunter anymore. Why should she feel shame? The thought quelled her worries and allowed her to go on. “I was thinking…maybe they could still use me, so long as they don’t try and breed me. After all, it only seems, I don’t know, fair? That I should service the tribe if I can. Like the other slaves.”

Surprised momentarily registered on the bovine’s face. Then a grin split his muzzle and he pulled her flush against him. “Well! To think my new **** would be such a slut for bull cock.”

Venus blushed deeply at his words and held her breath for his decision.