Rescue!??

You stare at the opening for too long, your mind torn between running and staying, the risk of being caught versus the knowledge of what will happen between now and the next chance you see for escape. Oddly, when thinking of staying you don't think of it as a terrible thing that you'll be used like a sex doll and fucked violently while massive, strong hands yank hard on your tits like they're trying to stretch them so that they'll hold more milk.

You couldn't possibly be enjoying this, could you? Being slapped and choked for their own fun, having them use your hair and tits as handles to pull you around with, or having your pussy stretched so far that no human cock will ever touch both walls anymore?

That night you are used especially hard, a line of minotaurs using you, and somehow it seems like you manage to displease each of them, resulting in them treating you even rougher than normal, giving your tits especially hard tugs and squeezes as punishment. One of them even tries to fuck your throat, an impossible feat that makes your jaw creak alarmingly and your front teeth feel like they're being pushed inward.

Somehow, with slow effort he manages to get his 'small' prick into your throat, making you gag and **** as your throat muscles burn like they're tearing. His dick hardens, locking it into place just inside your throat, making it so that you can only breath if he rocks back. Your face goes red from lack of oxygen and tears stream from your eyes from the pain. You suck as hard as you can with your failing air supply, futilely moving your tongue under the crushing weight of his dick, the piercings scraping the bottom of your mouth. Eventually he cums, rocking forward and back just enough to give you breath enough to stay alive as he pumps an endless load down your throat for what feels like well over a minute.

Taking inspiration another 'small'-dicked minotaur tries, and again your jaw creaks and your front teeth flex inward. This one somehow manages to get so deep your nose is bent nearly sideways against his thick pubes, and you feel like your nose will break with the little lunges he makes. Fortunately he comes quickly, but it feels like your vocal cords have been shredded by the time he's pumping his load into you, making them laugh and point at how bloated your stomach is while you wheeze and try to make any sound at all from your traumatized throat.

By the time the last one has used you and you fall onto your designated sleeping area you can't even close your legs. The inside of your cunt feels raw and burning, soothed only by the cool breeze that reaches as far as your cervix. Flies buzz around your cavernous opening, their little legs like caresses that make you jerk and moan as they crawl inside you.

It seems like moments later that you are jarred awake to the sounds of screaming and roaring and the clattering of hooves. For a moment you think it is a dream, but it can't be. You'd been dreaming of yourself being **** by one giant dick after another while you screamed out in ecstacy.

Flopping around on the bed your legs seemed locked open in a splayed position, the muscles feeling torn and traumatized by last night's rough treatment. As you rock around futilely you spot a minotaur pause in front of your tent to raise its axe with a roar. A voice cry out seemingly meaningless sounds before a bright flash of light strikes the minotaur with a sizzle. The flash instantly blinds you but you can still hear the screaming and the smell of charred flesh and the smell of lightning.

Your eyes remain blind but instead of worrying about that you worry instead that maybe the minotaurs might be losing. For some reason the thought seems wrong, like maybe you should be hoping that they lose instead of worrying about the fate of those large cruel creatures and their painfully large dicks.

Abruptly the sounds come to an end and you her cheers and moans.

"Well done, Verseia! You slew their leader!"

"Well done yourself, Jerole, your magic panicked them as they were beginning to organize themselves."

"Suck each others dick if you want, I'm looting the place," another voice says.

"I guess he is right that we should get to looting. The guards from town will get the good stuff in spite of our agreement if we aren't quick," Jerole says.

"Well well, what do we have hear? A gift that knows how to present itself propertly?" another voice says, and even though you still can't see it sounds especially creepy. A hand runs up your leg making your muscles twitch painfully. The hand feels unnaturally small compared to the minotaur's, and far too moist and soft. "Well that's an extremely used cunt you've got there, but you might still be salvageable," he says.