Venus chooses Iron

Venus reverently took the iron collar. She looked it over and then turned to Malkor, who eyed her approvingly. Some sense bid Venus to kneel before him and present it. “Master,” she said. “Will you collar me? With iron, for I am a warrior as well as your ****. And my arms are for you.”

Leck let out a burst of laughter. “Ho ho! You found a fine one Malkor.”

Malkor grinned and took the collar. “Yes,” he said, placing it around her throat. “I did.”

Venus caught her breath at the sound of the latch closing, locking. She felt the weight of it and a new feeling of submission fell over her. She knew now that she was where she was always meant to be.

The sudden knowledge made her giddy and she leaned forward, pressing herself against Malkor’s legs. Her head was near his loincloth, and she purred as she saw it stir with his arousal. Venus hugged his leg, grinding herself against him.

“Alright Malkor,” Leck said with a mile. “Not in my forge.”

Malkor chuckled. He reached down and gave her collar a tug. Obediently, like a dog on a leash, Venus rose. “Leck is right. There will be plenty of time for that when the feast happens. Believe me, ****, you will know what it is to be truly owned then.”

“I ache for it,” Venus purred.

Malkor grinned and turned her away from the forge. As they left Venus saw that Leck’s leather apron now had a noticeable tent to it, and she smiled to herself. Malkor caught her glance and gave her collar a playful tug.

“Leck will be distracted indeed for the rest of the day.”

“If he beats the metal instead of himself, your halls will be filled with weapons,” Venus said.

Malkor threw back his head and laughed hard. “You have cheek my ****! Good! But know that he may insist on some recompense from you soon!”

Remembering the burly form of the minotaur blacksmith, Venus felt desire, hot and warm, pool in the bottom of her stomach and spread through her nethers. The strip of leather ground against the bead of her clit and she shivered. Gods! Was this what she had denied herself so long?

The rest of the afternoon was spent in less pleasurable manner than the evening before. Malkor instructed her on the niceties of his personal toilet. Venus listened raptly and absorbed it all. It was fairly simple, though he was strict, both qualities she appreciated. Mostly how to clean his armour and sharpen his weapons. Simple tasks but all of some martial origin. She was glad she had chosen so well in a master.

At last evening approached and Malkor bid her to join him at the door. “The clothes will wait once we are done,” he said, opening the door. “Your swearing to me, however, cannot.”

Venus straightened the bed sheet and rose, feeling again that tingle that shot from her toes to her spine at the act of subservience. She followed the minotaur through the ancient caves. A sound had begun to build, and at the end and orange glow. They walked on, and suddenly came upon the dining hall.

What original purpose it had Venus could not say. Likely it had been further enlarged by the minotaurs themselves. The ceiling vanished above in darkness where the smoke of the many torches rose, likely through flumes cut in the tunnel. Several immense fires blazed along the massive chamber, filling the air with the strong scent of roasting meat. Thick, crude tables had been arranged in long lines and were filled with jostling, laughing minotaurs. Around them moved slaves, mostly comely women dressed as Venus was, bearing in their hands large plates of steaming food and tankards of wine from which the minotaurs were only too happy to take from.

Venus felt Malkor touch her neck and obediently she followed her master through the hall. At the back of the room was a raised dais of earth and a single table. Here several of the largest minotaurs sat. By the look of them, their ease and confidence and many scars, Venus knew these were the best fighters in the entire company.

“Serve the men, ****,” Malkor breathed, his hot breath stirring her hair. “And prepare yourself to become mine.”

Venus shuddered and nodded. Malkor smiled and inclined his horned head towards one of the fires where a cook sliced off hunks of meat from a sizzling mass of meat. Venus did as bid, Malkor leaving her for the high table.

The cook did not even look at Venus as she gave the girl a large dish and carved off several hunks of meat.

Not sure what else to do, Venus made her way towards the tables. She saw one table getting low and moved forward, delivering the plate.

No sooner had she put it down a hand grabbed her ass and squeezed. Venus gasped, straightened and looked down to the grinning muzzle of a minotaur. She shuddered as she felt him stroke the fine globe of her asscheek, teasing the cord tugging between her cheeks.

“Oho! A fine one,” the minotaur chortled.

Blushing hotly, Venus turned about and departed. Next she was handed a beaker of wine, and when she saw a goblet raised, was in the middle of pouring when a large hand roughly slapped her ass, nearly causing her to spill it.

The whole table laughed, but there was no malice in it, and as Venus moved about the room, she saw she was not the only one getting such treatment. Several of the slaves were being openly fondled by the minotaurs at the tables, amusing themselves with whatever piece of flesh they could grab before the girl moved away. Some, Venus could not help but note, lingered a little longer at certain tables.

By her fourth trip Venus had grown accustomed to the rough handling. Even enjoying it! As she delivered another plate of meat to a table, she thrust out her ass a little and jolted as a hand spanked her hard. Her full breasts swung out and she moaned openly. A minotaur to her right laughed and gave her breast a squeeze.

“Fine udder for a cow of the tribe,” he said good-naturedly.

“Perhaps when they grow full I will let you milk me,” Venus shot back.

The minotaur roared with laughter and gave her teat a pinch before letting her go with another light smack to her bottom to hurry her. Though to serve the monsters and be abused like she was shamed her, she found a curious delight in it. The same thrill as when she had been collared coursed through her, making every blow and pinch to her exposed flesh tingle with new delight.

She reveled in her own submission. Enjoyed it. She strutted with the plates of food, hips swinging to cause the loincloth to whisk and tease with the sight of her cunt, delivering the plates with fluttering lashes and teasing rebuttals to their jokes. In answer the minotaurs enjoyed her even more so. She caught Malkor’s eye while leaning over the table to fill a goblet and saw the approval in his smirk and shine of his eyes. The knowledge made her warm to her task yet more. Knowing she debased herself for that dominant creature spurred her own, and the camaraderie among the clan made her feel warm and welcome among them.

As the evening wore on Venus found herself increasingly aroused. Her whole body was hot and sensitive from being touched and fondled, but never given the chance for release. Not that she would take it. She knew in her heart Malkor wanted her so. That she was not to stop until he bid her do so.

To leave such responsibility for her own pleasure on the altar of the monster that bested her thrilled her like nothing else. Desperately she wished to please him. So no matter how much her cunt ached or the strap ground into the bead of her clit, she never touched herself, drew back when she felt the strong hand of a minotaur male or female bring her too near as they stroked her, and suffered the heights of restrained pleasure as she hovered on the brink for what seemed an eternity.

She had to wait for her master.

At last, she saw Malkor gesture for her to join him. Her heart sang with joy as she mounted the steps to his side.

“So this is the one who nearly killed you,” A grey furred minotaur rumbled. Venus looked his way and found an immense specimen of the species, even larger than Malkor, though clearly less lithe. Still, the sheer mass he supported by his frame was impressive, particularly given the strips cut out of his pelt where scar tissue had grown.

“She is,” Malkor chortled. He touched her collar and Venus leaned back her head, closing her eyes with a hum of pleasure. “And she gave herself to me.”

The older minotaur nodded with approval. “Then mark her quick. I see many that would like to.”

“Yes. I think it time.”

Malkor rose from the table and banged his fist several times on the wood. Silence fell gradually as the rest of the clan looked up. Malkor’s muzzle opened in a grin as he nodded to his horned brethren.

“Brothers! Sisters! It has been a good day! We have sold our newly found slaves, and made good coin doing so. But more than that, I have caught a prize indeed!”

Malkor laid his hand on Venus’s head, and she pressed herself against him, smiling out, blushing brightly before the sea of horned heads.

“A Shadow Hunter! One of the enemies of all monsters! And she has sword herself to be my ****!”

A cheer resounded through the hall. All had heard the tale of Venus’s attempt on Malkor’s life, but to hear that she had given herself to him regardless brought Malkor great respect. Venus knew this, and beamed for her master, delighting in giving him such a thing.

“And now!” Malkor cried. “Before you all, I shall mark her for my own. But know this! Though she is my ****, I claim only her first born. And after that, she has asked for the right to be bred by any who wish it!”

“With pride, master,” Venus said.

A roar of approval boomed through the hall. “And we’ll hold you to it, so we will!” Leck roared from a table, eliciting more laughter. Venus smiled at the smith, and Malkor grinned down at her and wrapped a huge arm about her. He marched Venus down to the floor, casually fondling her ripe breasts, and took her towards one of the bonfires.

Those at the table nearest quickly cleared the end and Malkor marched her to it. He bent her against it so her breasts pressed against the rough grain of the wood, her ass high and exposed in the air. She submitted to this willingly, shivering at the warmth of the fire against her much abused ass and the expectation of what came next.

She saw Malkor walk to the flame and grab a rod of metal poking from it. She inhaled sharply at the sight of the red hot brand he wielded. Malkor neared her, bearing the glowing metal with purpose, and several minotaurs moved to hold her.

“No!” Venus cried.

Malkor paused, drawing himself up. He was large, and she saw the displeasure begin to gather around his muzzle like storm clouds. His black horns gleamed in the firelight. “No?”

Venus felt the tension around her at the sudden denial. But they misunderstood. Venus closed her eyes and looked forward. “I am no cow, Malkor, though you may ride me like one. I don’t need to be held down to keep me from resisting. I accept your brand with pride.” She thrust out her ass. “Mark me master!”

Malkor threw back his horned helm and roared. His cock had sprung to life at her words and he pressed down on her lower back to hold her steady. “You will bear me mighty children!” he said.

“Yes master!” Venus cried. She wriggled, driving the strip of leather harder into her cunny, feeling her arousal drip down her legs as she spoke. “Mark me! I beg you! Let me never know another day not in your service! Take me and show me why you are the bull and I the sow! Breed me with your mighty seed! Mark me master! Let the world know I belong to you!”

“Gladly!”

Venus screamed as the red hot brand was rammed into her left cheek. She arched, and listening to the sizzle of her flesh, feeling Malkor’s brand burned into her once pristine flesh, she pushed the leather of her strap as tight as she could against her cunt, and came.

She screamed in pain and arousal, releasing the tension built up the whole evening under the hand of the tribe. And at the height, when time seemed to slow, darkness rushed in, and she passed out.