This depraved lechery drags on... until something unexpected happens.

A sweaty, reeking minotaur - his massive, monstrously muscular body nearly three times the size of yours - with lustful fervor, continues to fuck you like a pathetic bitch.

Minute after minute passes...

But judging by the pain racking your body, these minutes feel like an eternity...

You are truly in a humiliating position right now...

A slut on all fours, her shamefully squelching cunt being pounded by a huge dick...

And a couple of dozen people are watching this filthy rape...

Many slaves and one vile, fat pervert at whose command this lewd filth is taking place...

You are nothing but a cocksleeve for a "bull's" grotesquely large monster dong...

The last remnants of your self-respect evaporate like water under the scorching desert sun...

The minotaur’s hands greedily knead and roughly maul your boobs; his large, strong fingers ruthlessly pinch your tender, sensitive nipples.

New waves of pain join the old: your nipples ache from the rough handling, yet within that pain lies a strange element of depraved, twisted pleasure...

The huge cock still hasn't managed to fully bury itself deep inside your poor, tight (alas, not so tight anymore...) pussy.

Enraged, the minotaur lets out a wild roar and keeps trying to ram his hot "meaty rod of lust" into your tender insides.

On all fours, you try to arch your back and stick your lovely, plump little ass up higher. Then, you even begin to make small, rhythmic movements with your backside, pushing toward the monster that’s fucking you…

"The slut is throwing it back…" - your actions now perfectly match this phrase, the kind you might often hear from the crude denizens of the city slums.

Well… for years you were nothing but a pathetic, destitute street thief - but now, it seems, you’ve become a slave-slut…

"I… I just want this monster to cum already! Oh, gods! Maybe then, at least, my torment will end!" - these chaotic thoughts race through your mind, echoing like a desperate attempt at self-justification.

Yet, deep within your body - amidst the overwhelming sensations of pain and suffering - something else begins to stir…

You don’t even realize it yet…

But the growing wetness between your stretched-out thighs, seeping from your cunt, hints at the contradiction of the situation.

Could it be that, on some level, you’re actually starting to enjoy this?!

And so, the rhythmic motion of two sweat-drenched bodies continues…

With a satisfied growl, the Minotaur interprets your movements as a sign of a slut’s "enthusiasm".

Even more of that thick, long "bull’s" cock manages to slide deep into your lewdly squelching hole.

"Hahahaha!!! The slut likes it! I was right! She’s nothing but a lustful animal, craving a savage fucking! Fuck the last shreds of sanity right out of her! Come on, fuck her even harder, you stupid horned bastard! Ohhh… Yeah…" - the vile, shrill voice of the fat pervert seems to exude a twisted, depraved kind of sadism.

His exclamation is cut short because the diligent slave-male is sucking his small, shriveled penis a bit too vigorously.

Soon, however, the wealthy owner of this ziggurat-palace decides to inject an even greater dose of frenzied, perverted lust into the scene: he casts another spell…

It is becoming increasingly uncomfortable for you to witness the aftermath: your body is caught in a rhythmic motion; your buttocks have turned red from repeatedly striking the hard, hairy flesh of the minotaur’s body; and your tits are suffering from rough handling - they’ll surely be covered in bruises.

Before long, you both see and feel the consequences…

The hideous, fat pervert lets out a vile, snickering laugh: "Heh… heh… heh… Now things are about to get even more fun! Hey, slave! I want my favorite nuts!"

One of the slaves bows and leaves the room.

At the same time, a number of… strange objects… come flying through the air toward the bed (where you are being fucked).

They are bluish, translucent hands!

There are so many of them…

You know next to nothing about magic - though you have, on a few occasions at town-square fairs, seen charlatans entertaining crowds with crude tricks, some of which involved minor magical effects.

The spell was called "magic hand"…

Each of those charlatans could summon only one such magical "assistant".

In those instances, the translucent, bluish hand was barely tangible and would vanish almost instantly.

But this is a completely different story: this fat pervert is clearly quite powerful in the magical arts…

Instead of just one, this bastard has summoned fifteen of them at once…

These strange, magical hands dart toward you, swarming over your body like a pack of persistent, parasitic insects!

The "hands" do nothing to stop the minotaur from fucking you like a total bitch…

If anything, they only deepen the depravity of the scene…

Fuck… judging by the sensation, these "hands" are entirely solid…

One of the "hands" pushes, firmly and insistently, first one finger and then a second into your little anal hole.

Several other "hands" begin to pinch your sensitive tits…

More "hands" pinch at your stomach…

One "hand" thrusts itself straight into your mouth, which hangs open in shock!

It seems this magical thing has decided to simulate a deep-throat blowjob by forcing its way down your throat…

You struggle to remain conscious amidst this twisted nightmare…

But how much longer can your endurance hold out? Will you manage to keep your sanity - or will this depraved, fat sadist come up with something else, shattering both your body and your personality completely?

A few more minutes of frantic fucking…

Your vision begins to darken…

The creak of a door opening…

A young, red-haired human slave-girl (wearing nothing but sandals, a loincloth, and a tiny bra) enters, offering a deep, respectful bow. She carries a large silver tray (worth more than you could earn in an entire lifetime) held out before her.

On the tray lies a pile of appetizing-looking nuts.

"Oh! My favorite nuts!" - the fatso exclaims, his voice full of delight.

The red-haired slave girl approaches him and kneels submissively, holding the tray high.

Her slender, frail arms tremble under the weight of the tray…

The fatso samples his favorite treat, and then…

"It… It is… fucking shit!!! You stupid, stinking, idiotic bitch! You brought me UNSALTED nuts!!!" - it seems this slave owner is… extremely displeased.

With a flick of his hand, he tosses the silver tray aside.

It nearly strikes the slave girl in the head…

The nuts scatter, raining down across the floor.

"Master! Please! Forgive me! I didn't know! I beg all the gods that you might see fit to show me mercy!" - the red-haired slave girl is sobbing hysterically, prostrating herself completely; her entire body trembles with fear.

Fatso, cursing viciously, makes a series of gestures with his fingers…

Suddenly, the "magical hands" detach from your body, one by one…

With an embarrassing, squelching sound, the last "hand"- whose "fingers" had been relentlessly thrust deep into your anus - pulls away…

Now, all these bluish, translucent, magical "hands" surge toward the wretched red-haired slave girl.

The "hands" strip all the clothing from her trembling, youthful body…

The "hands" grab her and lift her off the floor…

With a frenzied, lustful fury, the "hands" begin to penetrate every one of her orifices…

"Master Vahif! Please, I beg you… Glrrkk…" - the girl’s final words dissolve into the distinct, wet sounds of deep-throat fellatio.

In those very same seconds, you - with a sense of selfish relief - continue to take the minotaur’s dick…

Of course, you are still in pain… but you surely feel some relief now that the fat pervert’s focus has shifted from you to another victim.

Meanwhile, the slave owner orders his slave-male to stop the blowjob…

“So… a pathetic, stupid bitch has ruined my mood… Hmm… Not very sensible of her, is it? And who, pray tell, lacks sense? The logical answer is: animals! It seems you, you stupid red-headed bitch, are nothing more than an animal… Calling you a slave - implying you possess even a shred of intelligence - was far too generous a compliment… Oh… I was so kind to you… and yet, you’ve disappointed me so… You probably think what’s happening now is a punishment? Certainly not! You are a bitch now. An animal. From here on out, you’ll be living in the kennels… That’s exactly where you belong…” - glint in Master Vahif’s small, malicious black eyes, combined with the cold, calm tone of his voice, is truly terrifying.

As the sadist delivers this monologue, the red-headed slave girl continues to be fucked by a multitude of magical “hands”.

One of the “hands” is fisting her cunt.

Another “hand” is doing the same to her poor anal hole.

A third hand has plunged deep into her mouth and down her throat…

The remaining hands pinch and slap her entire body…

Her nipples have already turned red from the rough pinching…

You hear every word, and you can even partially see what is unfolding…

A sense of horror washes over you as you finally grasp the full extent of the sadistic cruelty of the slave owner to whom you have been sold.

"Bring the bitch-collar… Ohhh… Actually, two collars!" - you hear Master Vahif bark an order to one of his slaves, who bows obsequiously before rushing out of the room to carry out the will of this perverted fatso.

"Two?! Two collars?!" - you blurt out, panic rising in your voice.

Alas, your train of thought is abruptly and unceremoniously cut short…

Though the minotaur’s massive cock never managed to fully bury itself inside your depraved, dripping hole, a powerful, throbbing surge (accompanied by a sudden spike in the heat radiating from his flesh) signaled that the inevitable was about to happen.

With a wild, ferocious roar, the minotaur ejaculated deep inside your cunt.

Your vision went dark…

An incredibly copious flood of thick, strong-smelling "bull's" jizz inundated your insides, spilling out and staining the bed where you had been fucked for so long - treated as nothing more than a pathetic, submissive slut.

An exotic cocktail of pain and orgasmic euphoria washed over your entire being, forcing you to shriek aloud, as if you truly were nothing but a bitch.

"Heh… I told you so… Just a dull, primitive animal… Like all tieflings… Hey, you idiots! Hurry up! Get those collars on both these bitches!" - you don’t even hear these words from Master Vahif; your brain is far too overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of your orgasm to process anything else. The minotaur vanishes in a flash of magical radiance…

The touch of metal against your neck…

Slaves lift your body and haul you somewhere through the long corridors of this opulent ziggurat-palace.

A flight of stairs…

Your body is being carried downward…