You cry out

You spit at the witch. "Go fuck yourself! You monster!"

The witch wipes up the spit on her face, and chuckles. "Monster? Perhaps I am a monster, just like you. And now, I will let you experience what it's like to be **** by a monster."

With those words, the witch holds her hands over you, and chants. Burning pain envelops your entire body, and you scream. But the more you scream the stranger you sound. You sound more and more like a woman. Finally, the pain dies, and you look down, and see that your body has changed to that of a beautiful woman's. Large breasts, wide hips, and a slender waist make up your new figure. Even your clothes have changed. No longer are you wearing armor and weapons, but a beautiful silk dress, and various jewelry.

"What have you done?" you cry, but immediately cover your mouth, as all that comes out is a sexy woman's voice.

"Given you a new perspective." the witch says. "Now you will know what it's like to be on the receiving end of ****. All the pain, humiliation, and shame that comes with it."

Stricken with panic, you spring to your feet and bolt for the door. But just as it gets within arms reach, you hear the clank of metal, and fall to the floor. Pain spreads through your head, as you roll over and see Isabelle standing over you with a iron skillet.

"You aren't getting away that easy." she spits.

That's the last thing you hear before all turns to black.

You don't know how long you were ****, but when you wake you are lying onto of a small block of stone, just large enough to fit your body, in the center of an oval shaped room, lit only by a few torches. On opposite ends of the room are two prison-like bared doors. You slowly sit up, but don't see the witch, or Miranda and Isabelle anywhere.

As you get to your feet, you hear the witch laughing. "Finally awake, are we?"

You look up, and see the three looking down at you, as though you were in a coliseum. "Where am I? Let me out!" you cry.

The three of them laugh at you, and the witch says, "Oh, I don't think so. This will be your new home from now on. I even took the time to prepare you some company."

The witches hands glow, and one of the cell doors open. Nothing comes right away, but you can hear deep breathing from within, and your heart races. "W-what is it?" you ask.

But just as the words leave your mouth, three ten foot tall minotaurs step into the circular room, and the cell door closes behind them. You gasp, and back up toward the opposite end of the room. Copious amounts of drool leaks out of their mouths, their eyes are pure white, all of their cocks are two feet long with thick veins pulsing in tune with their hearts, and their balls are nearly as big as your head.

"These are special minotaurs, orc." the witch says, "All they can think about, all they care about, is fucking gorgeous young women like you. Unfortunately, they haven't had sex in five years, and with the curse I placed on them, have been unable to pleasure themselves."

Nervous sweat trickles down your face, as the minoaturs lick their lips stepping closer and closer to you.