She hesitantly stays

Venus was curious about his offer. She had loved rutting with the Minotaur, but she didn't want to be a ****.

"If I stay, what will happen to me?"

The Minotaur released her and allowed her to help him put the rough pants on and put the other ones away. She noticed that her torn dress and panties where gone. After she was done the Minotaur huffed and sat on the bed. He pulled her down onto his lap and held her to him.

"That will depend on you. I've seen you fight, and I know that you would be wasted as a ****. Join our ranks and you will be free to live and act as one of us. We have two human males working as part of our group as well. They enjoy all the benefits any other member of my tribe would enjoy. Or you can stay here and be my ****. You would attend to all my needs and as you have probably already guessed, I see you as a worthy woman to fulfill my desires."

At this the bull man laughed.

"Though you could still do that even free. Joining us means you become part of the tribe. You will live under our laws and be expected to act with us. We are mostly mercenaries, but we also do some **** trading. We have an understanding with the they City of Brax and most of the surrounding area, so we can go there for supplies if necessary."

"So if I join you, I'll have to fight for you?"

"Yes. Will you join us and take on our tribes name or be a nameless ****?"

Venus pressed closer to him and pulled his face down to give him a gentle kiss.

"I'll join you. But I need to know what is expected of me. And how Minotaur life will be different than what I am used to."

The Minotaur's eyes lit up and he stood, taking her to the wardrobe. He pulled out the silk robe and handed it to her. He started to give her the sash as well, but a sly look came to his eyes and instead he tied it to her right arm.

"The robe I want back later, but the sash you can keep. Wear it like that always as a sign of your tribal link and as a token of honor. We are the Ironhorn tribe and now your name will be Sash Ironhorn."

"So I can't keep my old name?"

"No little one. Joining us means you will be giving up your humanity. You are Minotaur, even if only by adoption into our tribe. Now come, I will show you around."

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Malkor Ironhorn, I am the Bull of this tribe."

Malkor led her through the mine tunnels, showing her various rooms and areas. The mine was extensive, but opened into an underground cave system. Malkor explained that the Ironhorns consisted of almost one hundread and fifty males and only slightly fewer females. Raiding parties normally consisted of only about twenty warriors. Gender wasn't discriminated against because Minotaur respected strength over almost anything else. As they walked through the maze of tunnels, she noted that most of the males were between six and seven feet tall and the few females she saw were between five and six feet. All were broad built and all muscle.

The first major stop they made was in the common room. It was a massive room dug out to house most of the tribe. Tables were set up and a bar was at one wall. **** women scurried about, giving drinks and taking orders. All slaves wore an iron collar that could be attached to a chain on one of the walls or floors, but these were free at the moment to do their work. Clothing between the women was a mixture of dresses and pants with light shirts. Sash was happy to see that the women were being treated mostly kindly. The Minotaur mostly seemed to leave them to their work, though some would throw flirtatious comments at passing women. Mostly it was like any bar or inn.

Sash noticed that many of the Minotaur, both men and women were watching her with some amusement as she fought to keep the robe from slipping. They also took note of the sash on her arm.

"We Minotaur rarely marry. When it happens, it is a bonding of great importance. Usually to join two tribes. Sex is usually between two who respect each other. Most know of how hard you fought us and of your attempt to kill me last night, so you will probably be propositioned by some of our men pretty quickly."

Malkor stopped and turned to her. When she met his eyes, she saw them burning with emotions she couldn't quite place.

"I hope that I can continue to feel your passions. I would be happy with you in my bed every night."

"I think I would like that too," Sash returned with a smile.

Malkor showed her the kitchen, the **** pens where most of the women were kept while not working, and finally the armory. The final room was almost as large as the common room had been. Weapons and rough leather armor were on stands throughout the room, but near the back was a large forge. A Minotaur, easily the biggest and tallest of any Sash had ever seen worked the final touches on a wicked looking saber before laying it with a matching one. When the large Minotaur noticed them, he tossed his apron on a small chair and came to greet them, taking Malkor in a crushing hug.

"Good to see you brother! So is this the little vixen that almost killed you? Twice if I'm correct."

"Yes brother this is her. She has agreed to join us and I've named her Sash in honor of her second attempt. Sash, this is my brother Leck. Don't let his looks fool you, this cow is the gentlest creature you will ever meet. Well as long as his tribe is safe."

The huge Minotaur took Sash in a slightly less crushing hug, lifting her off the ground.

"Good to have a new Tribe-Sister. I took a look at your long sword. It is a good weapon, but for one like you it would slow you down. So I took the liberty of preparing you two new blades in case you did decide to join."

He led her over to the two beautifully crafted steel blades laying nearby. She lifted one up and was surprised by how light it was compared to her old sword.

"Wow these are amazing. And so beautiful too."

"Leck here is a master craftsman. Some of his work is taken to Brax for trading. He has all the materials he needs here. It helps having our own mine. We just have to bring him leather and other goods."

Next the brothers took Sash's measurements to make some light armor for. When that was done, Malkor led her on to another area deeper into the Cave system. Two "Floors" down from the common room was a large underground waterfall and river. The Minotaur gathered their drinking water at the base of the waterfall and used another section of the river to bathe. Finally Malkor took her back up to the main floor and stopped outside of a wooden door much like the one that led to his room.

"This is your room Sash. If you so desire, you can stay with me in my room, but this one will always be open to you for your private needs. I've also granted you a ****."

"I don't need-"

"Please let me finish. It is the Nymph I spoke of before. She called herself Viola I believe. Most Minotaur find Nymphs to be annoying, so I decided she would be better off in your care. It is an act of mercy, so please accept it."

Sash nodded in response as he opened the door. Inside, the room was almost as large as Malkor's had been. This room had a wardrobe against one wall and chest at the foot of a large bed. A blonde and very well endowed Nymph lay snoozing happily on the bed, seemingly oblivious to the collar or chain that attached her to the floor.

"There are some cloths in the wardrobe for you to use. I'll leave you now to get settled. Tonight in the commons room I will announce you to the tribe formally so you will need to be there. Remember to keep your token with you my darling Sash."

With that, the big Bull left the room and gently closed the door, leaving Sash alone in her new life.