Milked and Fucked

When Helena woke up, she was naked and tied up in one of the barn’s stalls. She squirmed in her bindings, only to realize there was something else restricting her movements. She let out a loud gasp as she realized there was a huge, rock hard cock buried in her pussy, the minotaur fucking her without rest.

It was unclear how long she’d been like this, only that the monster hadn’t hesitated to fuck her while she was ****. She was suddenly overwhelmed by all of the sensations her body was going through. Her loins burned hot, and her pussy was soaking wet. Not only from her own juices, but also from the leftover bits of cum that had been left on the minotaur’s massive member. It seemed he hadn’t cum inside of her yet, but it was only a matter of time. There was also a salty taste in Helena’s mouth, and she realized that the minotaur had likely fed her some of his spilled cum while stripping her.

On top of that, her breasts burned hot, and felt heavier than usual. She couldn’t tell at a glance, but they seemed to already be larger than earlier. Was this due to the small amount of minotaur cum she’d been exposed to? What would she look like after a few loads in her pussy?

Of course, she wanted to avoid that exact fate, and tried to gather her mana. It would be a simple matter to cut these ropes.

Or, it should have been. But every time she tried, nothing happened. Had her magical abilities been sealed by consuming the minotaur cum? She’d heard of monster cum having that effect, but she hadn’t expected so little to do the job.

She opened her mouth to question the minotaur, only for him to give a particularly savage thrust and all she could let out was a gasp.

“Seems you’re awake, sow,” the beast stated. “Good. I hope you get a few more words in before you’re nothing but a mooing hole for me to fuck like these other sows.”

“You won’t-” Helena said, only for the minotaur to reach out and pinch her surprisingly sensitive nipples. Nipples so sensitive that pinching them managed to make Helena orgasm, spraying juices on the barn floor.

“Looks like you’re almost ready for milking,” the minotaur growled lustily. He redoubled his thrusts, and Helena felt his cock thicken as he approached his own orgasm.

“No, not inside-” Helena tried to say, only for her words to be interrupted by a tide of cum that began to fill her belly. She gasped and struggled in her bindings as he filled her, pouring so much cum that her belly began to inflate, and even then plenty leaked out of her hole and onto the ground below.

Helena wanted to protest, to say no, but all that came out of her mouth was a weak little, “Moooo.”

“There we go,” the minotaur said with satisfaction. “It seems your mind is already approaching its proper setting.” With that, he pulled his cock out, more semen leaking from Helena’s hole.

He then took his burly hands, reached around Helena, and began to play with her nipples again. This time, he pinched and pulled, and Helena moaned helplessly as she felt heat gathering in her breasts. Not just heat. As he pulled them and then let them go back to their original position, with each tug they seemed to grow just a hair bigger, a process that wasn’t visible at first but Helena gradually became aware of the growing weight on her chest.

Soon enough, the minotaur achieved his goal: he gave another tug, and Helena’s now swollen breast let out a squirt of milk. At the same time, she came, a small squirt of juice emitting from her pussy as she mooed in pleasure.

“There we go, sow,” the minotaur bragged. “Now back to fucking, since you’ll be squirting milk like a good little beast~” With that, he did as he promised, returning to thrusting in Helena’s pussy.

The sight of the skilled mercenary reduced to just another of his sows was a far greater turn-on than seeing some random farmers share that fate, so it wasn’t long before the minotaur came, the sensation of cum filling her forcing an orgasm out of Helena as well. Her breasts reacted to the orgasm, spraying milk onto the barn floor.

This continued for hours, the mercenary’s mind being worn away by the constant ****.

For the first time since receiving his curse, the minotaur finally felt relieved. His balls were empty, at least for now.

Which meant he could leave the property and grab those three nosey farmers to add to his collection.

Had he approached while aroused and with a sow on his cock, he might have fallen for some of their traps. But unfortunately for them, he was level-headed enough to spot them. And they’d counted on the noise to alert them. In these circumstances, their capture became inevitable.

In addition to the three farmers who did not last long on the minotaur’s cock before being rendered little more than extra sows for his growing herd, the minotaur found two items of note: a letter from the nearby guild branch saying they’d be sending a team to wipe out the minotaur in another few days, and a wagon.

The former provided him a reason to leave and the latter provided a way for him to take his captives with him.

And so, after loading his six sows into the wagon, the minotaur personally carted it away from the farms he’d raided and away from the mountains he’d been exiled from.

No one knows what became of Helena and her fellow sows after that, because anyone who encountered them joined them, leaving no one to share the tale of Helena’s

BAD END