On second thought

Venus considered the option of going with her Master, raiding with a minotaur party. Though at the same time something ached for her to stay here. If half the minotaurs were as dominant and ferocious as her master... the thought sent a shiver down her spine, moistening her nethers.

"I think... I'll stay. At least for now."

Malkor cocked an eyebrow and gave a grin, before laughing heartily.

"What a selfish **** I have, that she would want to stay here and pleasure my soldiers, while her master is away."

Venus blushed at the truth of it. She was feeling adventurous, and her slavery and submission to her Master left her with a new sense of sexual liberty. She craved to be used and to submit to her superiors, to be taken by strong, dominant, masculine bulls, worshiping their colossal members in a true gallery of submission. The mere thought made her nipples poke into her ****'s outfit, rubbing against the fabric and increasing her pleasure, feeding into a cycle of arousal. Malkor stands and roughly groped his slaves' breast, eliciting a sensual mewl from the former huntress.

"Very well then ****, or, should I call you slut? I will allow you to stay. But know that when I return and I find the child is not mine, I will make sure your place as tribe whore is permanent."

Venus could barely contain herself at the thought. Her Master rose from his seat, releasing her breast and going for the straps of her outfit.

"I think I will make another special exception. While I am gone, you may not wear any form of clothing, even this one. You shall serve the tribe, with your whole body."

He undid them and let the lewd attire fall from her form, revealing her supple figure to the cold cave air, her nipples already peaked and her pussy already wet. Malkor gave her breasts a light flick, which to Venus felt like a full on smack, and she moaned at his teasing.

"Slut it is," Malkor chuckled, "I depart now, and you shall stay here. Remember my rulings, ****. Remember who it is you belong to."

With that, Malkor left his the regal hollowed out room, leaving Venus alone, nude and aroused beyond belief. Her whole being would be nothing but a plaything while Malkor was away, a common slut the tribe could use and fuck and penetrate. She practically gushed at the thought. She exited her Master's lodgings, seeing most of the tribe gearing up for the upcoming raid, with quite a few looking and glancing in her direction, wearing nothing but the collar on her neck and the brand on her ass. A few Minotaur guards were grinning wildly at her nude form, they beckoned her over. They appear to have some sort of odd pink potion on their belts, and they seem intent on using it on her.

On the other hand, there were also many menial tasks that she could do that would lead to a lewd outcome. The dining hall was in need of waitresses, and remembering her experience there tempted her to go. Then there were the traders, who were probably responsible for the pink potions the guards were holding. Last but not least, there was the arena, which housed some of the strongest members of the tribe. The rules there we simple, the participants bet on what they would give to the winner of the fight, and the loser also had to take a punishment of the winner's choosing. Even slaves were allowed to participate under certain conditions...