Try to save her

"We can't do this alone, we need to get her out of there," you insisted, but Ligeia was unconvinced. It was hard to hear her over the mosh pit of half naked people around you but nonetheless you managed.

"If you go up there, you're going to join her," Ligeia said before both of you became seperated from each other, the stampede sweeping you like a wave and pushing you further and further to the front. Somewhere along the way your own mask came flying off, and was lost before you even noticed it was gone.

From there you fought a losing battle trying to escape the horde, and push by push you were **** by the stage.

"Get off of me," you shout in hysteria, but that only serves to draw more attention to yourself. You hear thunderous footsteps closing in on you, steps from hooven feet. There could only be one source. Finally the crowd dispersed around you, though it was a little too much, as now there was a large ring of open space with only you inside it.

“Ashley ru-,” Gin tried to call out to you before her mouth was abruptly stuffed. Given her situation, her words were most likely repressed by one brave soul's cock forcing its way down her throat.

Despite her warning, it was too late for you anyway.

"Familiar," bellowed the beast, as the minotaur plucked you up from the ground by a single hand and dangled your face in front of its own. There it began to snif you.

You punched and kicked and thrashed but it all amounted to nothing as the mintor tore your clothes clean off your body with its other hand, leaving you only in your stockings. It wasted no time punishing you, and while you screamed in fear it brought you over to a more standard type of stockade on the stage, not far from Gin.

It stuck your head and arms into the holes then closed down the latch, leaving your bare pussy exposed to the crowds doggy style.

The crowds dealt with Gin, but you were faced with a far worse fate, you couldn’t see behind you, but you could feel the minotaur’s weighty hands grip your hips. You knew well what was going to come.

“No god please, it won’t fit! It wont fit!” you plead and beg but the minotaur doesn’t care. Your mind completely shattered after that first weighty thrust. It didn’t stop for days after that, and by that point you had completely lost it. By the seventh load you were already begging for it, throwing your hips against its length the best you could from your restraints.