Room 2

(If you have already visited this room you now find it empty. Go HERE to choose an exit.)

You enter into this room to find yourself in a basic labyrinth. Floor to ceiling stone walls all along the way. A challenge for some perhaps but this was child's play for an adventurer of your experience. You soon discover there are but two exits. One to the North (Room 5) and one to the West (Entrance Room).

Echoing through the stone walls of the maze you hear a woeful call. That of a tortured bovine. The voice had the pitch of femininity to it. Wanting to find the room's ruby you make your way through the twists and turns to the center of the area. You ready yourself for what you were about to find.

Turning the corner into the large central well lit chamber you see a creature in distress.

A Minotaur. A cow of the species, a female. She stood over eight foot tall and wore no clothes, as was the custom of her warm weather dwelling species. She had black and white dairy cow style markings on the fur of her arms, legs, her long thing tail, and her rounded floppy ears. Two small horns sprouted from her hair. She looked very human outside of these details. Most noticeable were her huge swollen breasts. It was these that seemed to be the source of her suffering. She valiantly tries to reach for a weapon, to straighten up to ready herself to fight you...but she doubles over a moans pitifully.

"Ooooooooo."

Her breast hung heavy. Little patches of moisture at the tips of her distended puffy nips. Her torso weighed down by massive mammaries. Had Lord Grim done this to her?

She was inside a sort of five foot tall fence, though it wasn't much of one as it only had a top cross beam. She held to it for support as he face twists from her aching boobs. The fence was just there for affect. She wore a cowbell and had tags in her hears like a domesticated dairy animal might. All seemed designed to humiliate her. To reduce this proud creature to a mere farmyard animal.

She looks up at you with huge dark eyes. You see she was torn. She wished to defend her maze, but she was in too much agony to do it.

"Ooooooo." She cries. "Hooooooman. Hoooooman."

You knew from experience that Minotaurs called all of the smaller humanoid races "humans". Their language was a simple one.

You stood and looked at her with pity. She was truly suffering but she was also dangerous.