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There was a step change in her attitude, it seemed like physical violence really could change a woman's mind. Only the strong survived a bull's breeding, only the strongest adapted to enjoy it, crave it. As ages moved her hips, as broken, shattered as she was, her slick cunt rolling over his thick girth in a desperate attempt at what? Survival.

The Rex had exacted his first punishment from her, this was now purely about his pleasure. With his girth alone enough to hold her up he rammed repeatedly, the three ringed shaft battering at her virginal cunt, the flared tip deeper inside her than anything had ever been before. His guttural snorts punctuated the peak of every motion, along with her hips and thick ass bouncing against the cold stone wall. There was no remorse, no sympathy. If she died the Rex would not spare her a second thought.

Muscular fingers grabbed her bound wrists, forcing them upwards to a hook that hung from the ceiling. The thick meat hook dug into her flesh as it cradled the golden band and it was hang her a good four feet from the floor when she was released. But he wasn't done with her yet, hips building momentum, the snorts growing, hooves scraped on the stone floor, knocking aside the fur rugs as he used her so effortlessly... there was no question of birth control or pulling out, merely of whether her battered body was healthy enough for his superior seed to take hold.

But he wasn't there yet, but the more she rocked her hips, the more excited her captor became, for the first time to cupped her breasts, even her impressive figure seeming small and slight in his hands. He pinched the nipples with enough force for make her eyes stretch wide, every pawing grope and squeeze leaving an array of bruises around her tits. The Rex appreciated her body, but could she make him cum before she died from her wounds?
 
The... shift in how he was taking her was not forgotten. Through the haze of pain and through the vertigo caused by her injuries, Sol realized he was... Not slamming into her with nearly as much rage. She didn't even realize at first that he'd no longer started tugging her down by her hips but was instead simply thrusting into her. The realization made her breath shudder from her, and she raised her head a bit to look at him.

This wasn't about trying to get away at this point. It was about not getting ashed.

He seemed to like it when she shifted her hips for him, his snorts and movements changing now from hurting her to... Gods he was enjoying this wasn't he? Her eyes watered slightly, and she didn't fight with him as he lifted her arms. It hurt a lot less to not fight. The phoenix just wanted it to stop hurting, to quit stealing all of her senses from her. She had quite enjoyed heavy petting, enjoyed males before in a way. But this? There was nothing familiar about this.

Nothing except that slight... slight feeling of pleasure sitting there in the back of her head. The one that kept her hips moving and even tried to tighten her legs on either side of his hips.

Sol gave a soft noise, not quite a whimper or a moan, but somewhere between as the male took her breasts. The pain there was little enough that she could actually feel an enjoyment of his rough handling. She had always liked when her breasts were touched, were played with. They were exceedingly sensitive, after all. They also bounced in his grip with every thrust, every grunt the male made, and for the first time as he lay bruises across her body, her voice shifted to a slight moan, her cheeks flushing in a sick pleasured way. Her back arched, silently asking for more. After all, nearly every time she spoke she upset the raging minotaur.

As her head wavered between nearly falling unconscious and steadily warming to pleasure in these actions, her mind was awash in confusion. She couldn't... actually enjoy this could she?
 
As her noises turned more to those of pleasure, the bull smirked, his features all too human, though warped and distorted, was he receiving some sick pleasure from her arousal in her desperate time of torment? He was. The cathartic punishment he had laid upon her had felt good, but every Male loved to hear a woman moan on the tip of his dick, to know that he instilled pleasure merely though his presence.

Her nipples, hardened nubs, so tiny between his thick paws received the full brunt of his ministrations, the squeezing, clawing groping as he slapped them, watching the flesh jiggle in excitement, timed to his thrusts as he rutted with her like a bull in heat.

It seemed the way she moved her body, as weak and feeble as it was, driven to exhaustion and covered with bruises and scrapes, her internal organs realigned and pelvis broken, snapped in two to accommodate his mass, if she could find pleasure in that, then perhaps this bitch could find a place in his stable.

"All women cum on my cock" he bragged, deep, earthy tones to his intelligent voice. This was a bull that had never lost, never been wrong, was supremely confident in his skills. His speed increased, still less than half his cock could enter her, by the long strokes saw the glistening tip repeatedly slam home, her stomach bulging alarmingly as he did so. He placed one firm hand to the bulge, and the next time he thrust the hand guided it up, further and deeper inside her.

And he came. His balls tightened, she's could feel the veins in his shaft expand as the mass swelled... And like some common heifer, a gallon of cum ripped forth like a crossbow bolt, shooting into her insides, followed by rope after rope as the bull bellowed in satisfaction. She had been bred, but his orgasm didn't simply stop... no, more cum followed as he continued to rut, determined to leave and eek out every last drop inside the defiler of their sacred history.
 
Sol's form was moving along his like some sick form of a pleasure toy, used as he wished while she simply lay like dough in his hands. Pliable and movable to his whims. That was what had worked so far, and that was what she would go with for the rest of this encounter, so long as she lived through it. Should he actually end her life, she would come back more pissed than he could imagine, she promised herself.

Although with the slow burn of pleasure that was coming from the male rutting into her like a beast in need, she wasn't too sure.

She arched her back up slightly and gave a small cry of need as he continued his ministrations on her breasts, the sensitive mounds of flesh pushed farther into his hands, the dusting of a rose flush moving slightly over them as she tried to keep herself from panting, to keep from reacting in such an odd way to being.. to being hurt. What was wrong with her?

His words made her look up and barely catch the glare that was brewing. Luckily, she instead was distracted by his hand on her stomach, this time not hitting her the way she'd been hurt so many times. Her gaze went down, and she caught the sight of his length beginning to swell, to twitch even inside of her. For some reason the sight of him distorting her own flesh like that made her mind haze in an odd way, and she tilted her hips, a gasp escaping her as her skin swelled.

The beast was... was cumming in her!

His bellow was met with her distressed cry, her struggles to stop him.He was going to burst her! She couldn't take any more, anything more that he was to give her. She simply couldn't. And yet, as the liquid filled her, her abdomen began to round around him, and her head fell back, feeling the hot pulse of his orgasm washing over her. Small whimpers fled her throat as he continued to pump. His flesh was sealing the cum inside of her, and it gave her form the appearance of a thoroughly bred female.

Sol closed her eyes and trembled, hoping that he was done while also... reeling from the fact that she had actually begun to enjoy that near the end. What... Kind of sick creature was she? Her body still ached as it hadn't been fulfilled, and she wished to snap to the male but didn't want to risk his wrath.

Not all women cum on your cock.
 
The Rex held her there for a moment, his shaft quivering in pleasure as the last few drops eeked out, settling in her now swollen belly. Sol looked like she was doing her best impression of a breeding mare, a fattened sow whose biology had shifted to make sure she was the perfect stock for the Minotaur race... But this was just the beginning, her body, her mind would change in ways she couldn't even imagine under the Indomitus Rex's ministrations.

Pulling free, his cock glistened, half erect, it still seemed more like an instrument of war than a pleasurable organ, it glinted with a dangerous mix of cum, juice and blood. Looking down at her as she hung from the meat hook, her body deformed and broken, wings mauled, body a darker shade of purple than her hair with bruises and dried blood. She would live, but it wouldn't be pleasant. "I have taken my pound of flesh" he spoke with more than a little disdain in his voice, practically sneering over her. "In three days you will stand trial for your crimes" He snorted, the bovine nostrils flaring as he did so, an act of Alpha male aggression before he turned and left.

He cut an imposing figure as he strode out, all taut muscle, one hefty hoof fell on one of the golden bands he had been wearing when he had entered, it was crushed flat, the sharp, brisk fracturing sound filling the air until it disappeared just as quickly. Naked as the day he was born, her captor left her in darkness save for the single flickering flame of a torch.

An indeterminable amount of time later, a smaller, though still brustishly large Minotaur appeared in the doorway, his hooves tramped down the stone passage way, announcing his presence long before he arrived. the clanking of chains was audible, and beside him pattered two beautiful elven maidens. Elves were usually lithe figures, slender curves almost to the point of asexuality save for their stunningly gorgeous faces... But these elves had changed, their hips wide, busts not unnoticeable, they looked more like women, healthy and ripe for breeding. The chains fastened to thick collars around their necks, intricately worked in ornate patterns but still made of worked iron. They were dressed all in white, 7" heels upon their feet as they simpered towards Sol.

They had no fear in their eyes, no sense of reluctance as they approached, one carrying a bucket of warm water and sponge, starting to clean some of the mess from Sol's body, the warm water flowing down her body... Though she did pause at the sight of the cum that had spent the last few hours seeping from her well used hole, lapping at it with her tongue almost playfully. The other held a wooden spoon to her lips, the scent of warm broth filling her nose, the pretty elven maiden began to feed her as their guard watched over the three, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face.
 
Her pale eyes looked the minotaur over, her body warped and broken before him as he pulled free. She felt, more than saw, his cum beginning to fall from her body, the thick liquid running down her bruised thighs. If this was him taking his pound of flesh... Sol let out a relieved sigh. It meant that should she not give him reason to, she wouldn't be put through this again.

She hated it. All of it. That was what she kept repeating in her head, even as her body reacted to not finishing.

His mention of her crimes made her glare at him, shifting and struggling for a few moments to lash her hands at him. However, it simply sent shards of pain through her form and she settled quickly, dropping her head. He left her there, and her mind reeled from the last few days. Gods, she was too weak at this point to really even snap at him. To curse him for using her in this way, for breaking her body so much that she would be tender for a few days.

Sol didn't cry. She wanted to, but she didn't. Instead she hung there in silence, her wings draped down her back and twitching near the floor. Muscles were beginning to react, and the shards of bone were being pulled from where they had stabbed into tender flesh. She wouldn't fully heal until she slept, or until she ate but... After a few minutes the worst of the pain receded from her body. Her hip cracked slightly, and the bruising began to look as if it was days old. This was as far as she could go for now, and she cursed the fact that she couldn't fly. She couldn't even shift, as her wings would be just as useless there too.

As hours passed, her body rid itself of the Rex's leavings. It dripped and trailed down her pale thighs and over her skin until creating a small puddle beneath her. That made her crinkle her nose, especially when two women and another minotaur entered the room. She looked away, her cheeks flushing and her jaw set as the two elves moved towards her form. However surprise lit her gaze when she saw one of the women lick at the cum seemingly playfully. That... That was odd. She didn't like that. Not at all...

But she did like the fact that they were cleaning her form of the blood and filth that had caked her creamy flesh for days, of the cum that had stained her with shame. She appreciated that. The food as well. That made small embers spark over her wings for a few seconds, made her skin flush as she ate, and made her let out soft noises of enjoyment. Sol had been so hungry, hadn't eaten since before she had entered the temple. And now?

Now she knew she could find a way out.

She looked to the other minotaur for a few moments. "What? You're not going to hit me as well? Seems I'm everyone's punching bag lately, among other things. Just what the hell did I even do?"
 
They tended to her well, paying close attention to her wounds, the elven slaves were methodical as they cleaned her and in no time there was not a hint of dried blood or cum on her body, simply leaving the bruises, now smaller and less pronounced. The broth was hearty, healthy, but the bowl could only hold so much. As they finished, they took a step back, heads down meek, tools in their hands as they looked at the floor, heels clacking lightly on the stony floors as they returned to stand beside, flanking the Bullish brute that watched over them.

He snorted at her words, but didn't respond, not even clear if he had understood her or not... They were a mysterious, secretive race, as hard to interpret as the labyrinths from which they had first spawned. But other than being stared down, the yellowish human eyes locking on hers defiantly, fiercely as the flickering light cast shadows that danced along the fur strewn floors. Seconds passed, and finally without a word, he left as silently as he arrived, hooves on the stone marking his exit.

It was hard to mark the passage of time in the enclosed space, the high ceilings above her not doing nothing to stop the entrapped, enclosed space looming large above her, the darkness closing in around her as the torch began to flicker and fade, finally dying out.


Some time later, hours? Days? it was hard to say, the audible sound of hooves on stone, becoming familiar to Sol's ears. The same figure stood in the door, holding a torch in one hand and... something hard to make out in the other. It seemed he really was her jailer, though not a talkative one. He turned his back to her for a brief moment as he took the old torch from the wall and tossed it at the poor girl, the stub hitting her in the stomach, leaving a scorch mark of ash across her midriff. There was a snort of laughter as he placed the new torch in the bracket and then turned to face her, looking her up and down, examining her bare body before taking the few short paces towards her.

They were face to face, aided by the face she was a few feet off the floor and levelly stared her down, their bodies intimately close, close enough his hot breath marked her skin, the hairs on his broad, muscular chest bent slightly as the pressed against her heaving breasts.

He raised his hand, lifting her effortlessly from the wall and dropping her like a sack of potatoes, the band that held her so securely falling loose and clattering to the floor like a copper band for children. The second item hit the floor beside her, the chain... thing dangerously small for a garment, if that is what it was meant to be. "Dress" he said simply, the gutteral tone more of a bark than anything else. He towered over her, a hound wary of its prey.
 
Sol had slept in the time that they had left her to her own devices, her form shifting back into its healthy, whole appearance. Even her wings seemed to crack themselves back into place, any sign of blood or gore finally gone from her. Even the bruises were gone. But, there were bags under her eyes. Perhaps because of the unsatisfying meal and the amount she had just exerted herself?

When the jailer came back into the room, and tossed the burnt out torch towards her, Sol let out a soft hiss of pain as a burn marred her fresh, unmarked flesh once more. Beasts, she thought with a nasty glare at the male that once again came over to her. As he began to lift her, her feet swung and she let out a surprised squeak. However, she let out a grunt of pain when she hit the ground hard.

After a few seconds, she heard the male before her grunt at her, and let out an annoyed groan. "Can you all speak, you just choose not to?" she growled, looking to the chains that coined around her hip. The female fluttered her wings, ignoring the chains for a few moments while she rubbed her wrists. There were no bruises there, but they were sore. Definitely from hanging by them all day.

The phoenix finally got around to looking at the outfit he presented and stared them over. These were... "You expect me to consider this clothing?" she snapped, staring in shock at the male. However, noticing how he was towering over her, she grumbled and cursed while finding a way to put the chains on. They were definitely not made for something with wings, and they pinched at her flesh slightly.

But she really didn't want to be hit again at this point.

Sol let out a soft sigh as she slowly stood, brushing the dust from her form and combing her fingers through her hair to get it into a semblance of tamed. "Any reason you're tossing what you consider clothing at me, or is it simply 'dress up the prisoner' time?"

Her tone was sarcastic, but it held a genuine note of curiosity. It couldn't have been three days already. Could it have? Was it time for her trial?
 
He glared at her defiantly, matching her smouldering hatred tone for tone, he clearly didn't want to be here as much as she did, disgusted in the presence of the defiler. She would have to live with the fact that the entire race of bullish, male, Alpha minotaurs saw her as nothing, less than nothing... She had broken their most sacred rites and was not even worthy of being touched. And yet... the Rex had touched her, more than that, he had fucked her.

"Dress" he insisted again, pulling at a strap at his waist, a small bag came loose and he upended it in front of her, a pair of heels with leather straps that ran up the length of her calf toppled to the floor, barely suitable for the cheapest whores in the basest cities than anyone of her standing... Though here, was she that? Was she the cheapest whore in the basest city?

Her captor said nothing more, sternly glaring at her, watching with hawkish eyes, not giving her even a moments chance to flee or attack. There was no doubt he could take her in a fight, but why take the chance? And if she managed to flee... Would this hoofed brute be fast enough to catch her? The Rex had shown surprising speed when he slammed her against the wall, a literal bull's charge.

Finally he spoke once more, curt tone, clearly impatient, the well muscled haired bovine wanting to get this farce over with "You have been summoned to attend Indomitus Rex" The sneer he gave her showed what he thought of that, that he would have a prisoner waiting to stand trial, likely to face execution publically, taken to serve him and wait on him this evening was.... His teeth bared for a moment in uncontrolled disgust.
 
If only she could explain to this group why... Why she had dug up those relics. Why she had needed to. If only she could, without sounding absolutely insane. She'd gone years upon years through libraries, through scrolls and ancient books. The same references over and over, the same information hidden within text. Until she started seeing what it all led to.

The one that corrupts. The plague that crept over lands before, warping people, animals, even land into a horrifying version of itself. Killing indiscriminately, destroying everything it touched. She had been laughed out of her clan. Laughed out of several kingdoms when asking for help. So much so that she decided she had to try and stop this on her own. Had to... find the relics that would help seal it back away.

But instead of simply finding them, she was captured.

This was their lands. She had done them wrong. But, she couldn't... explain to them why. Nor would they believe her... The female stared at the heels that had been tossed to her and she took a deep breath. She still needed to figure out what she was going to tell them in order to get through this. Perhaps for one night if she simply... followed their customs she could figure out what would be the most effective? Sol shrugged, then leaned down and began to put the heels on.

As she stood up with them on, she stumbled slightly, unused to wearing such... feminine shoes. She opened her mouth to complain, but realized quickly it would be a wasted effort. Instead she simply glared, then flared her wings out slightly to give herself a better balance. She was... going to crack her ankles if she tried to walk much in these! "So long as it's not the same attending as it was last time, I'm fine with that," she grumbled, putting a hand to her stomach. She could still... feel him.
 
The bullish figure seemed to understand her, snorting, his bovine features distorted into a face of amusement as she spoke. He stood up straight, eyes on her hand as she rested it over her stomach, he knew exactly what she was on about, and whats more, it aroused him... But the jailer wasted no time. The all too large hand grabbed the chain strap that dangled between her impressive breasts, not covered at all by the "outfit" she was forced to wear and turned, beginning to walk off down the maze like hall that led from her cell, deeper into the bowels of the ziggurat of Zarmetzegutia.

He jerked the chain, forcing her to stumble in the ridiculously high heels. No woman ever, had chosen to wear such an ensemble, it was the pinnacle of male fantasy and hormonal lust, she was a shiny object, admired for beauty and sex, not her talents or skill. But he set a fast pace, down winding corridors and staircases, all seemingly identical, impossible to keep ones bearings unless you had that innate, intimate sense of depth and direction like a minotaur had...

But finally, the corridors broken out into a large chamber. Doric columns lined the walls, fires crackled at either side of the hall, with a pair of sky mirrors mounted, giving a bright view of the blue sky above despite being in the depths of the earth... probably. At least she knew it was early afternoon, rather than being kept in a dizzying sense of not knowing what time of day it was.

And in the middle of the chamber, upon an ornate chair, sat the Indomitus. He was staring at her, he was dressed in a similar attire to yesterday, looking resplendant, terrifying, awe inspiring. Before she could realise what was going on there was a definite slam behind her as the large oak doors were heaved shut, their great girth and size meaning she could not possibly attempt to open them unless they were sufficiently counterweighted. The Indomitus simply pointed to a tray of fruits and meats that stood on a nearby table... She was to attend him after all, this might be her only chance to get on his good side, if he had one.
 
Sol noticed the look of amusement that flitted across the features of the one before her, and realized these people could understand her. They just refused to speak to her. Letting out a huff of annoyance, she ran a hand through her hair and moved to turn away. However, the bull grabbed her by the chains she wore and began to drag her through the building she currently inhabited.

Her squeak of surprise was quickly silenced as she stared around her, stumbling a few times in the disgustingly high heels she wore that cut into her skin. As he led her through the corridors, rooms, and down the stairs, she realized there was no real way for her to figure out how to get out of here. It all started weighing heavily on her, especially as she realized there were no windows or alcoves showing the skies.

She was underground. Had to be. Her face went pale, and she stopped fighting a bit as she realized she needed to figure this place out, and potentially play nice until she was able to simply fly from here, until she was able to be free to take to the air. Until then there was very little she could do.

As she entered the room with the Rex, she looked him over, then the room. Her lips curled slightly as she saw the sky mirrors, and Sol let out a soft sigh of relief. She could at least... relax slightly at the sight of the sky. After all, birds in cages never did very well, especially a phoenix. When she saw movement, she noticed the Indomitus pointing at a tray and narrowed her eyes. You just decided to play nice so they would stop hurting you, Sol, she thought, looking away for a few moments before walking forward and looking at the food.

She felt her stomach shift and remembered she had eaten so little, but at this point she didn't really care. She was... faced with the male that had done such horrible things to her yesterday and left her so broken that she was surprised she hadn't fallen to ash. "You wish for me to feed you?" she asked, gently. "I don't know your people, or customs. So my apologies if I mess up a few times..."
 
He barely looked at her, watching the fire as if entranced for the moment, the flickering flames danced across the logs. The Minotaur's love of fire was well recorded, from the pillaging and burning they regularly took part in, to the strange facet of their religion that used fire as a method of foretelling, it was much more than a mere common tool for warmth and cooking to them, it was part of their cultural identity.

"Yes, food" The Indomitus demanded gruffly, finally turning to glance in her direction, his human eyes levelly, squarely on her body. He smirked, apparently finding her more appealing wearing these chains and shoes than he did naked... The perverted bull had a confident swagger to his demeanour as he lifted his goblet, taking a long draft of the liquid, which in the dim light could have been anything from blood to wine, but Minotaurs weren't known for drinking blood.... were they?

He lounged back, watching her intently like was trying to figure her out. Apparently raping her once was not enough, he had demanded her presence... But for what? She had her chance to earn his good favours, but why had he requested her over any of the other women in the city? It was clear that there were plenty of girls more than eager to "do their duty" as it were and be bred, to extract divine pleasure from their oversized cocks. So why had he picked her...

As she brought the tray to him, he readjusted his position, no longer like some kingly being holding court, he relaxed, still towering over her even in his seated position. "A fine choice of outfit for a..." The word he called her was unfamiliar, part of his bullish language, but it elicited a snort of laughter, smug and overbearing with condescension.
 
Sol received her answer after a few moments, giving a sigh of relief at that. For some reason, probably because of how he'd had her dress, she was worried that he wanted her to attend him in... a different way. Her golden eyes flickered after a few seconds, landing on the plate of food. He was... cocky. Rude, and condescending, filled with a demeanor that made her want to grit her teeth. She had already spent years trying to fight against males that had that personality, until she had to take matters into her own hands.

And now she was stuck here doing this because she hadn't moved quickly enough.

The phoenix sighed and brought the tray over. It would just be a few days, and then hopefully she could stash this memory away to where she never had to look at it again. Being subservient? It left a sour, nasty taste in her mouth. But it meant that she wouldn't be hurt or raped at this point. The one thing that she couldn't understand is why... he had called for her again.He had obviously taken out punishment on her, did he think this would be more of a punishment?

From the small flashes of her sleep, she could promise that the rape was worse.

As she closed the distance, and the male shifted his position, she looked up with a small thing of meat for him. His words, however... Her cheeks flushed. She could tell when one was insulting her. Most people could. Even when you couldn't understand the language, you could understand the tone. Flames flickered over her body for a second, flashing over the feathers there and burning for a split second before they snuffed out, leaving trails of smoke to curl about her body. But, she said nothing, just stared in rage.

She hated him. More than anything, she hated him.

"And so the beast plays at civilization. Monsters never learn beyond what gets them off." She growled in a rough, rumbling language unlike his own. If one were to see it written, they would find symbols similar to the language in the temple she had broken into. The little bird was fluent in many languages, a few of them nearly dead, one or two completely dead. Had to be, to speak with as many people as she needed to in order to complete her task she had given herself. But, collecting languages and figuring out how sounds worked was a thing most birds were very, very good at.
 
He watched as she turned to pick up the tray, pert cheeks on display with the glinting chain between her buttocks catching the light, eliciting a growl from his lips, an evident hunger she awoke within him. The power dynamic here was more than evident... She was his caged bird, a trinket for his amusement. He paused for a long moment, a wry smirk as she flickered, crackling with flames in indignation, it was clear he was expecting her to feed him personally, but when nothing happened, the Indomitus merely scowled and picked up a morsel and popped it into his mouth, chewing as if savouring the taste and swallowing.

He had no clue what she had said, and had no mind to find out, it was evident from her attitude, the growl in her tone making her thoughts rather apparent. The Rex's eyes narrowed, beading in on her like augers .

But he merely lazily reached up his hand, the hairy fingers tracing up the rear of her thigh towards the curve of her ass, it seemed attending him in more ways than one was certainly not off the table after all...

"And what were you so desperate to persuade me of?" He asked in his accented tone, she didn't even know his name, nor anything about him save he was the leader of this brutish, bullish race, who had raped and beaten her to within an inch of her life only a day or so ago... And was now here teasing her for his own amusement. Oh, she would get a chance to pitch her case to him, to give him a good reason why she shouldn't be executed for grand desecration and blasphemy.

He squeezed her ass, claws digging into her flesh as thin beads of blood trickled down her rump, he certainly had resentment lingering, but he casually took another scrap from the tray and swallowed it in one bite.
 
The moment that Sol felt his fingers move up her thigh she froze, a small gasp escaping her while her cheeks flared red. Her gaze turned to the large male, and flares of shining gold flickered through her gaze. He was asking her what she was so desperate to persuade him of, and the female let out a small sigh.

Turning to him, she held a morsel of food up for him to eat, placing it against his lips while her features softened. The little female wore her emotions on her sleeve it seemed. Lying would be very hard for her. Especially if it was in front of a lot of people. But for now she could test the waters to see how they would react to her, to see how this race would react. After all, they weren't like the elders in the academy she had taught in.


He definitely was not like the males she knew.

When he squeezed her flesh, Sol jolted and narrowed her gaze as he took a scrap and swallowed it, her fingers bringing another up. Perhaps if she tended this way he wouldn't want the other way? Or she would narrowly avoid it?

"I was trying to convince you that I was actually trying to save your people. You have knowledge your kind has lost about that temple and those relics and... I have that knowledge. I didn't have time to talk to you about it as your borders are usually closed. But it's to save... everyone. It was needed and I had no other choice. I was careful not to damage any walls, any other stone. The floor itself could just be refilled in. I was respectful."

She looked at him with honesty, although it was obvious she was holding something back. "I was not stealing artifacts and trying to sell them, I'm no black market monster."
 
He listen to her words, ignoring the flagrant indignation she wore on her sleeve like a fucking beacon for all to see. But he swallowed the morsel, savouring the tiny little mouthful as she spoke. She was going to save... everyone? What imperious ideal of self serving glory did this birdie have to think she was going to save the world, and more specifically with items that were found in Minotaur territory.

There was a quiet simmering anger in him, the flickering flames reflected in his eyes as he levelly stared her down, the cogs in his mind clearly turning. Was he insulted by her explanation? Angry? Would he fuck her, fight her or kill her? It was almost like every muscle in his body was tensed, rippling, the sheer power and authority he radiated enough to heat up the room and dominate like a masterful piece of art.

"The penalty for this is death" he told her sternly, though there wasn't something quite so.... absolute about it. His human eyes seemed to be offering her the smallest glimmer of hope, like somewhere deep inside his being he was offering her the chance to persuade him further. "Your trial is in three days" he stated as he rose, towering over her, the Indomitus could make anyone, even other minotaurs feel small merely by his presence.

His priapic mass was clearly noticeable, half erect and bulging out from the loin cloth, it could have been used to beat a whale to death with length to spare. If he were human he would instantly be considered an Adonis, the perfect man... But he wasn't. was he? He was a beast, brutish, bullish from a "barbarian" realm that merely took what it wanted and by definition could not sustain itself, he was used to taking mares to breed, kicking, screaming and struggling, or wet, sloppy and willing... All fell before the Indomitus.

He grabbed her by the hair, the tray clattering to the floor as he lifted her up, chains sparkling as they caught the faint lights, he looked like he wasn't exerting himself at all "What you did... was blasphemy" he stated "Talking about it in any other words is an offense" His choice of words was curious, he didn't tell her what she had done was wrong, perhaps there was hope after all.

Any such thoughts would be lost as he casually tossed her against the wall, a lazy, under arm throw that sent her flying back against the cold cut stone. He advanced over to her, his shadow darkening the corner she was now trapped in "All must pay for their crimes" He took her by the wing and lifted her up to her knees, meaty hands forcing her into a squatting position, her hands pinned behind her against the wall as the loincloth lifted... The girthy mass releasing the pungent phermones all bulls were enhanced and gifted with, before he pressed it to her lips... and thrusted.

She may have a chance to persuade him, but it was rude to talk with your mouth full. "Let us see if we can clean that tongue of yours" he sneered.
 
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