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Chapter 14 by hematoma hematoma

What do you tell Mur and Fenrich?

Offer her Lenny

"What about him?" you ask, pointing to Lenny. "You can have Lenny."

Mur arches an eyebrow and cocks her head as if she is surprised.

"Now hold on!" sputters Lenny.

"Interesting," Mur taps her fingertip on her lips in consideration. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she looks at Lenny. "I suppose I should not be surprised you let your property speak for you. Outsiders are always strange that way."

"Huh?" asks Lenny.

"No matter," Mur saunters closer, running her fingertips from Lenny's chubby chin, down his bulging body and to the slight lump of his soft cock. Her fingers dance in a circle there. "Human males are a rare thing in this city. A very lovely treat. If you agree with what she says, then I will take you into the bunk room and pleasure you as you have never been pleasured before. When we are finished you will be permitted into the city."

Lenny looks at you in confusion as Mur unzips his coveralls and reaches into the flap, wrapping her hand around his cock and gently squeezing.

"Aaalright," he groans. "We agree."

"Mmmm," Mur presses against him, stroking his cock. "Come with me then, stud."

She drags Lenny, cock-first, towards the door just beside the staircase to the upper level.

"Oh, Fenrich," Mur calls over her shoulder. "While I entertain this handsome traveler, please give his property her visitor's ring and put her in the pen until I am finished."

"Hmmmmm," says Fenrich, offering a salute with his fist to his heart. You're not sure you like being called Lenny's property, but your objections are forgotten as Lenny is dragged into the bunk room by Mur and Fenrich turns to you. His big, dark eyes stare at you intensely and his snorts through his nostrils.

"Hey there, big guy," you say, taking a step back. "Hold on."

He grabs your biceps in his powerful hands and lifts you off the ground, carrying you through a nearby door and down a flight of stairs into a dank, lantern-lit chamber resembling a dungeon. You begin to struggle as fear takes over, but Fenrich is massively muscled and easily pins your arms to your sides. Dropping you onto a restraining plank, he shackles your hands and tilts you onto your belly.

"What are you doing?!" you cry, fear creeping into your voice.

"Hmmmm," answers the minotaur. He disappears from view as you shake and hold back sobs, returning a minute later with a small device like a pair of pliers. He grabs your hair just as you realize what it is: a piercing tool. You scream as Fenrich yanks your head back and jams the calipers into your nostrils. A moment later you feel an intense, eye-watering jolt of pain as the tool punches a small hole in your septum. Only a drop or two of blood spills from your nostrils as Fenrich withdraws the device. He feeds a thick, copper ring through the hole and bends it closed.

The pain disappears surprisingly quickly. It's not really so bad. And you feel oddly at peace with the seemingly heavy ring piercing your nose as it lays above your lips. Perhaps it is magical or perhaps you are only telling yourself that to better cope with the reality. Either way, resigned to be pierced, you allow Fenrich to unshackle you and lead you over to a small cage. Before he pushes you in he grabs your shirt in his hand and pulls, shredding it from your chest and letting the scraps fall to the ground. He then grabs your bra and similarly yanks it apart, throwing the pieces into the darkness.

"Hmmm," says Fenrich, shutting you inside the cage.

He stares at you through the bars, seeming to consider whether or not to leave you. Intimidated, but not fully willing to back down, you stare back at him, trying not to shiver in the chill air blowing across your hard nipples. Fenrich slowly opens his uniform's trousers and lifts out a cock suited to an actual bull. He slowly feeds the limp member's length over the cross bar of the cage and lets it droop into your space. You glance down. It is more than a foot long, as thick as your wrist, and magnificently mahogany in color, with a moist, red head emerging from a soft foreskin.

Fenrich stares at you expectantly and grunts. You're not exactly sure what you want, but your body is reacting with submissive lust to the dull throbbing in your nose and the sight of this enormous cock being offered.

What do you do?

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