Would love to but can't

You've started to love getting roughly fucked, and the stories the girls tell you about how satisfing it is to birth your masters children are becoming exciting but that's not enough to give up on freedom. No that's not why you can't leave, it's that after the first solid sprinting step your foot hits the ground hard and you feel something break. All that enthusiastic rough fucking has shattered your hips your not going any ware fast and you probley need one of them to help you back to camp.

The return is humiliateing not the being carted back over a monsters shoulder, it's that your too weak to even make the attempt now.

You heal well enough but as you do you swell up. Six months in and your not running any time soon.

At nine months your huge and sore, you spend almost no time walking about at all. One afternoon you feel your water break and the contractions start it's long nearly two days. You feel like your trying to **** a whole cow through your now purpal stretched canyon. Three huge Minotaur baby's are the result and you let them suckle at you swollen mameries. The trama broke your hip again so you spend your first two months of mother hood in the nursery siting as still as possible while playing wet nurse to all the babies. The chemicals that bond mother and child don't change just because you spawned monsters and you don't even contemplate escape while you heal.

When the next opertunity arises the whole deck is stacked against you, your fitness is horrable the months of inactivity has taken your stamina and strength, your porly treated break might snap again with any noticeable pressure and you're pregnant again.

You adapt well to being the nursery caretaker and grow to love your kids, and the next generation of mountain dwelling rapists you teach. Once you try to put in their heads more progressive thoughts but your shut down fast and they decide you don't need to talk to rase the young . The beasts enchant your coller to prevent you from makeing noise and you spend the rest of your life here constantly producing children.