Varge, the minotaur chieftan

"Going once," announces the Harpy Queen as bidding reaches its peak. "Going twice..." she pauses and surveys the bidders. The Elf is fixing her makeup in a polished mirror and the orc is busy spewing his foul seed upon the faces of his slaves. The goblin king screeches with anger and casts a goblet of wine down on the floor

"Sold!" announces the Harpy Queen.

You are now the prize of Varge the Violator, the massive minotaur with a huge, beastly cock of dark flesh dangling openly between his legs. He bellows with triumph and his kinsmen immediately approach to claim you. The sight of their swaying pricks and dangling testicles, big as grapefruits, makes you struggle, but the Harpy Queen strikes you with the flail. You whimper and are taken into the custody of the minotaur tribe.

"I have paid well for you, human mare," says Varge, his muscles rippling and flexing. "Be proud your fine body has commanded such riches."

He lays a four-fingered hand upon your head and strokes you gently. You can see now that a huge golden ring pierces his scrotum and several gold barbels decorate the underside of his immense phallus.

"Yes, it is large isn't it?" he says, catching you examining his cock with wide eyes. "Tonight you will feel this bull-cock and know what it means to be mounted by the mightiest of my tribe. But do not fear, I will not harm you so long as you are obedient."

Varge gestures to one of his kinsmen.

"Kovus, take her to the pens and have the other mares prepare her for her first bedding."

Kovus, nods and takes your chains and begins to drag you out. Varge grips him by the arm and stops him.

"No mounting of my new mare, Kovus," warns Varge, "or your prick will decorate my trophy room."

Kovus growls angrily and yanks you along. He is smaller than Varge, yet no less impressive with the white-furred head of a bull and the muscular body of a giant man. His cock is paler and, like all of the minotaurs, as long and thick as a horse's. You watch it sway back and forth as he walks ahead of you, dangling nearly down to his knees. The thought of being penetrated by such a cock fills you with terror and yet, staring at it, you find yourself becoming aroused.

Kovus takes you to the valley below. You see tents of bright colors belonging to the goblins, elaborate wagons and horse teams belonging to the elves, and yurts belonging to the orcs. The minotaurs have made their traveling shelters out huts built from folding mats of reeds. Behind one such hut you see a box made from reeds and you realize that it is a cage, for inside are more than a dozen women of various shapes and sizes. They are dirty and marked with various symbols daubed in paint upon their bodies. More than one is large with child. They crowd the gate of this cage as you approach.

"Get back," warns Kovus, and they cower in fear as he opens the gate. He thrusts you roughly inside and you fall to your knees.

"If you wish to eat tonight," he says to the women, "you will prepare this new mare for her first mounting. By nightfall she must be cleaned and oiled and well-rested."

The women lift you to your feet and walk you into the adjacent shelter made from reed mats. Inside the darkness of the building you see that they are bringing you towards a spring-fed pool in the ground. The woman holding your right arm, an ugly old crone, babbels something in a language you don't understand. The slim, straw-haired girl holding your left arm translates.

"You must prepare your body," says the straw-haired girl. "You must bathe and prepare your body. We will help you."

With that, you are unceremoniously thrown into the ice-cold water. The straw-haired girl steps in behind you and approaches. You see the other women crowding around the pool. Some have hunks of soap and clay pots of bathing oils, some have paint pots, and one has a well-polished and very long tube of wood that tapers into a cone. You wonder what these women have planned for you.