To the forge for a collar first.

Escorted by her master Venus made her way through the dim tunnels of the minotaur fortress. They passed many of the horned residents and those Venus identified at once as in her own situation. She was most interested in these, for much like her they walked naked, or nearly so; of all races, most attractive, all wearing iron collars about their necks. However, Venus noted with a satisfied quirk of her lips, few had looks or a curvy build which compared to her own. In the course of this she came to note that those minotaurs who saw them noted her as well. She smiled, her slit moistening as it was rubbed by the cord of her loincloth, and threw a bit more sway to her hips as she followed her master. Melkor saw this, but the faint smirk assured Venus he didn’t mind, and perhaps even enjoyed his new **** drawing so many eyes.

Yet it was not to the cool waters of the baths they travelled to first, but a realm of heat and fire. They entered a large chamber where armour and weapons decorated stands and the walls like soldiers on guard, glittering and shining with a red light from the forge as though already bathed in blood. Near the forge an immense minotaur hammered at a blade. Easily larger than her own master, his fur was patched by where an errant spark had taken hold, while a leather apron was draped over his front. At their arrival he looked over, the clanging of his hammer stilling as he straightened and turned their way. His brutish visage brightened and he tossed the apron over a chair revealing the simple loin cloth he wore underneath. He wrapped Malkor in a tight embrace.

“Brother! So good to see you.” His eyes fell on Venus and he released his brother. “So! This must be the vixen who nearly killed you. Twice, no?”

“She is, Leck,” Malkor said. A lazy smile played across his muzzle. “But she has chosen servitude to me. I plan on marking her tonight as my personal cow.”

“Indeed!” Leck threw back his head and laughed. “Well done brother! Well done. So.” The blacksmith looked down at Venus with amusement. His hands found his hips, his chest thrust slightly out, baring scars and muscles corded tight by years of forging steel and iron. “You have agreed to a life of slavery to my brother. I can’t say I expected that, little huntress.”

Venus smiled at the broad framed minotaur shyly. “I have. It only felt…right. He bested me, in every way. It was only right I become his.”

Leck grinned knowingly. “Yes. It has happened.” He tousled her hair affectionately. “Do not feel ashamed little ****. Many do not realize their place until their better has shown them. You are strong and skilled, but your place is to serve. There is no shame in that.”

Venus smiled up at the minotaur. “I understand. Thank you.”

Leck chuckled, and then met Malkor’s eyes. “So what have you come here for? Surely not only to show off your **** and tease me for being unable to touch her.”

Malkor shook his head. “Nothing so simple. But do not worry. I have agreed that so long as no one takes her cunt, any may enjoy her. And then, only until she has borne my first”

Leck’s eyes lit up. He glanced down at Venus with a grin. “Indeed?” Venus blushed hotly beneath his gaze. He chuckled. “Mmm. Good to know.” He looked back to Malkor. “So what have you come for?”

“She is a ****.” Malkor turned to Venus with eyes glittering. “She needs a collar.”

Venus sucked in a breath sharply at his words. A thrill ran through her at the thought of being collared. She rubbed her legs together at the warmth which bloomed in her core, only for the motions to **** the cord deeper against her slit causing her to gasp in delight. Both minotaurs grinned at the wanton sight.

“A fine ****.” Leth nodded. “A natural.” He stepped nearer Venus and reached down with his immense hands. He wrapped them around her neck. Instinctively Venus tensed, but relaxed a moment later, accepting the strength of his grasp. Leth hummed as his fingers slowly moved against her throat. “Hmmm. Yes.” He took away his hands. “Yes. I have a few that should fit.” Turning about he moved to a chest in the corner. Opening it he rummaged about for a moment, straightened, and returned with two items in hand. He held them out for Venus and Melkor to see. “These are just the right size. Though I suppose, if you preferred, I can make a more customized one.”

Venus and Melkor leaned forward and examined the two collars. One was made of black iron with a heavy rings at the four corners. Leather lined the interior to soften it against her flesh and prevent chafing. The other was of a finer but no less sturdy material. Thin but strong and silvery lined, it was embedded with several small gemstones, richly decorated with a ruby hanging from the front in a gold frame like a dog’s tags. Venus stared in awe at the two, wondering which she preferred, but soon realized it was not her decision to make, unless Melkor decided so. She glanced his way and watched his thoughtful gaze, wondering what he would decide, and what he considered her to be.