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The kirin queen found herself being escorted through a palace in an unknown land, lifted by her biceps by two large, bovine males. A lot had happened over the course of the last forty-eight hours, but she was able to recollect the events with ease. Her village, hidden away in the Peaks of Peril, had been invaded by a group of minotaur, with every kirin citizen living in it captured and caged. The bull men had little issue pulling off their raid, as her people had put themselves under the effects of the Stream of Silence, and thus it was impossible for the kirin to coordinate a proper counter attack, especially after most of the village was already quietly subdued. After that, each kirin was stripped of all their possessions, down to the clothing on their bodies, and fitted with a collar that sapped them of their anger, storing it within a small container affixed on the neckwear, and preventing any attempt to transform into their nirik forms.
After that, the queen had to bare witness the mass rape of her people, as the minotaur claimed their prizes, and took the last bit of dignity from the noble race of dragon ponies. Yet, none of the minotaur so much as touched Rain Shine. They restrained her, mocked her, and tossed the remnants of their drinks at the mare, but not one even implied that they would violate her as they did those she was supposed to protect. She knew why, of course, as she was surely being saved for the barbarian’s leader, and after a day of feasting at the kirin’s expense, and a trip through a strange portal, she found herself deep within the territory of her enemies, where they proceeded to cut her horn down, and inject several unknown chemicals directly into her private areas. After such a disgrace, she was retrieved by her two escorts, to meet the one who was deemed to be her master.
The two minotaur transporting her took her through the castle, past many trophies claimed from other conquered kingdoms by these bovines, in the forms of art, treasures, and enslaved creatures. Clearly she was to be made into the concubine of the minotaur’s lord, but despite her suppressed fury, Rain Shine did not intend to surrender her body or will to evil creatures such as these bulls.
The kirin was led to an area of the palace open to the courtyard, a room with marble columns, outlooking a pool. Awaiting her was another slave, an abyssinian by appearance, bound to one of the stone pillars, her legs spread by a bar shackled to her ankles. Rain Shine soon found herself in the same position, locked into place and fitted with her own spreader bar, preventing her from closing her legs, and forcing her to expose her regal nethers for all to see.
“Enjoy your new life, slut!” one of the bovine males mocked, slapping Rain Shine hard against the flank with his bull strength. Laughing as he walked away.
It was embarrassing, but the kirin would keep her composure. She was a queen, and royalty was always aware that being captured by an enemy force was a possibility, and that even situations like this were not all that uncommon. In times like this, the best thing to do was not to allow one’s captors to intimidate, to break through your will. There was no telling what they could do once they found a means to bring out your fear.
With the minotaur gone, the Abyssinian spoke, “Did your people sell you into slavery too?”
It was a simple question, and one Rain Shine expected from an Abyssinian, their culture currently practicing slavery, ever since the Storm King took control of their lands. Rain Shine wished she could answer, but muted as she was, all she could return was silence.
The Abyssinian waited a moment, then gave a “tsk”, assuming she had been snubbed by the pony, “This attitude is the reason we don’t deal with you ponies.”
“It’s not her fault.” boomed a voice, startling both females, and drawing their attention to the new arrival, a massive, aging minotaur male, with rippling muscles, wielding a sizable gem studded club in one hand, and wearing nothing on his body but a series of battle scars, “She has been rendered incapable of replying,” the minotaur said, making his way over to the kirin, “Isn’t that right, slave?”
The minotaur casually ran his hand across the vulnerable form of the kirin queen, touching wherever he pleased. Rubbing her slit, grazing fingers across her scales, squeezing her breasts, and pinching her nipples. It was fortunate that her voice was silenced, as she wasn’t sure if she could retrain herself otherwise, every erogenous zone on her body finding the touch incredibly potent, her sensitivity enhanced by the drugs injected into her earlier.
“That’s right,” the minotaur said, taking satisfaction from the kirin queen’s attempts to resist, “Struggle at the hands of your Master.”
“You monster,” the abyssinian spat, seeing the minotaur’s intent, “Have you no shame? Or is this the only means that you can get females to sleep with you?”
The minotaur tilted his gaze to the striped cat creature, and after a moment of contemplation on her words, smiled, “Well, you’re not wrong.” he said, stepping away from the kirin, who was grateful to be spared for the time being, “Females don’t exactly leap at the opportunity to be impaled by the glorious shaft of a minotaur.”
“Heh,” the tigress scoffed, “Looks like you got the short end of the stick in that department. Of all the minotaur cocks I’ve seen, yours is by far the smallest.”
Rain Shine would have assumed that was just a taunt, had she not caught a glance of the minotaur’s shaft herself. It was by far small compared to any other minotaur, but still large in comparison to any pony. Even a clydesdale would have a hard time competing with the size, but among minotaur, and ones trying to display a dominant masculinity, it had to bring shame to have one that small.
However, the minotaur didn’t seem to care, striding up to the tigress with unflinching composure, “You have a mouth on you,” he said, lifting his club, and poking its strangely phallic tip into the Abyssinian’s face, “But it will not take long to have it lovingly wrapped around this allegedly small cock, or screaming my name as your hips bounce up and down upon it.”
“In your dreams,” the tigress replied, “You can threaten to beat me all you want. I’ve lived the life of a combatant, and there is nothing you can do that I haven’t had happen to me before.”
“Oh my little kitten, I don’t have to beat you,” the minotaur said, stroking the tigress’ tail, only to have it flicked away in an act of defiance. “You’ve already been beaten, and what I have in mind is much worse.”
Wanting to bring the games to a close, the minotaur lord took hold of the Abyssinian’s tail by the base, gripping it firmly as he stood astride her firm ass. The tigress expected to receive a firm strike to her backside, and mentally prepared for impact, but it never came. What came instead was the cold sensation of metal touching against her lower lips.
It took a second for the cat to realize what was going on, but the moment it hit her, her bravado broke, “Wait, you can’t be- URGH!”
The minotaur lord mercilessly forced his club into the Abyssinian’s pussy, caring not how much it hurt her. He knew that despite the size, she would be okay, the drugs given to her and the kirin allowed for enough stretch in their privates that tearing would be at a minimum. The pain of something of that size entering a body of her size however, that was not mitigated in the slightest. If anything, it was made worse, with every nerve in her pussy enhanced to feel sensations more potently than usual. She could sense the meat inside her shifting to make way for the rod, and felt like she could count the bumps along its length.
“Not so lippy now, are you?” the minotaur mocked, his weapon nearing halfway into the tigress, who could only scream in agony as her insides were brutally punished, “This, my Abyssinian whore, is the Rod of Dismay. It’s the tool I use to break the wills of my slaves. After being thoroughly fucked with this, you’ll think a minotaur dick is orgasmic in comparison.”
Rain Shine could only watch in horror as it all unfolded, and had to admit to herself that this was not what she expected. She expected imprisonment. She expected humiliation. She expected to be tortured. She even expected to be raped, but from her perspective it looked like the minotaur was killing the Abyssinian. She didn’t know that they had both been given drugs to help aid them, nor would that knowledge have persuaded her into believing having an object of that size shoved into her was possible without death. She was terrified, and at the mercy of this sadistic bull creature.
Part 2: https://derpibooru.org/images/2675156
Part 3: https://derpibooru.org/images/2675158
The kirin queen found herself being escorted through a palace in an unknown land, lifted by her biceps by two large, bovine males. A lot had happened over the course of the last forty-eight hours, but she was able to recollect the events with ease. Her village, hidden away in the Peaks of Peril, had been invaded by a group of minotaur, with every kirin citizen living in it captured and caged. The bull men had little issue pulling off their raid, as her people had put themselves under the effects of the Stream of Silence, and thus it was impossible for the kirin to coordinate a proper counter attack, especially after most of the village was already quietly subdued. After that, each kirin was stripped of all their possessions, down to the clothing on their bodies, and fitted with a collar that sapped them of their anger, storing it within a small container affixed on the neckwear, and preventing any attempt to transform into their nirik forms.
After that, the queen had to bare witness the mass rape of her people, as the minotaur claimed their prizes, and took the last bit of dignity from the noble race of dragon ponies. Yet, none of the minotaur so much as touched Rain Shine. They restrained her, mocked her, and tossed the remnants of their drinks at the mare, but not one even implied that they would violate her as they did those she was supposed to protect. She knew why, of course, as she was surely being saved for the barbarian’s leader, and after a day of feasting at the kirin’s expense, and a trip through a strange portal, she found herself deep within the territory of her enemies, where they proceeded to cut her horn down, and inject several unknown chemicals directly into her private areas. After such a disgrace, she was retrieved by her two escorts, to meet the one who was deemed to be her master.
The two minotaur transporting her took her through the castle, past many trophies claimed from other conquered kingdoms by these bovines, in the forms of art, treasures, and enslaved creatures. Clearly she was to be made into the concubine of the minotaur’s lord, but despite her suppressed fury, Rain Shine did not intend to surrender her body or will to evil creatures such as these bulls.
The kirin was led to an area of the palace open to the courtyard, a room with marble columns, outlooking a pool. Awaiting her was another slave, an abyssinian by appearance, bound to one of the stone pillars, her legs spread by a bar shackled to her ankles. Rain Shine soon found herself in the same position, locked into place and fitted with her own spreader bar, preventing her from closing her legs, and forcing her to expose her regal nethers for all to see.
“Enjoy your new life, slut!” one of the bovine males mocked, slapping Rain Shine hard against the flank with his bull strength. Laughing as he walked away.
It was embarrassing, but the kirin would keep her composure. She was a queen, and royalty was always aware that being captured by an enemy force was a possibility, and that even situations like this were not all that uncommon. In times like this, the best thing to do was not to allow one’s captors to intimidate, to break through your will. There was no telling what they could do once they found a means to bring out your fear.
With the minotaur gone, the Abyssinian spoke, “Did your people sell you into slavery too?”
It was a simple question, and one Rain Shine expected from an Abyssinian, their culture currently practicing slavery, ever since the Storm King took control of their lands. Rain Shine wished she could answer, but muted as she was, all she could return was silence.
The Abyssinian waited a moment, then gave a “tsk”, assuming she had been snubbed by the pony, “This attitude is the reason we don’t deal with you ponies.”
“It’s not her fault.” boomed a voice, startling both females, and drawing their attention to the new arrival, a massive, aging minotaur male, with rippling muscles, wielding a sizable gem studded club in one hand, and wearing nothing on his body but a series of battle scars, “She has been rendered incapable of replying,” the minotaur said, making his way over to the kirin, “Isn’t that right, slave?”
The minotaur casually ran his hand across the vulnerable form of the kirin queen, touching wherever he pleased. Rubbing her slit, grazing fingers across her scales, squeezing her breasts, and pinching her nipples. It was fortunate that her voice was silenced, as she wasn’t sure if she could retrain herself otherwise, every erogenous zone on her body finding the touch incredibly potent, her sensitivity enhanced by the drugs injected into her earlier.
“That’s right,” the minotaur said, taking satisfaction from the kirin queen’s attempts to resist, “Struggle at the hands of your Master.”
“You monster,” the abyssinian spat, seeing the minotaur’s intent, “Have you no shame? Or is this the only means that you can get females to sleep with you?”
The minotaur tilted his gaze to the striped cat creature, and after a moment of contemplation on her words, smiled, “Well, you’re not wrong.” he said, stepping away from the kirin, who was grateful to be spared for the time being, “Females don’t exactly leap at the opportunity to be impaled by the glorious shaft of a minotaur.”
“Heh,” the tigress scoffed, “Looks like you got the short end of the stick in that department. Of all the minotaur cocks I’ve seen, yours is by far the smallest.”
Rain Shine would have assumed that was just a taunt, had she not caught a glance of the minotaur’s shaft herself. It was by far small compared to any other minotaur, but still large in comparison to any pony. Even a clydesdale would have a hard time competing with the size, but among minotaur, and ones trying to display a dominant masculinity, it had to bring shame to have one that small.
However, the minotaur didn’t seem to care, striding up to the tigress with unflinching composure, “You have a mouth on you,” he said, lifting his club, and poking its strangely phallic tip into the Abyssinian’s face, “But it will not take long to have it lovingly wrapped around this allegedly small cock, or screaming my name as your hips bounce up and down upon it.”
“In your dreams,” the tigress replied, “You can threaten to beat me all you want. I’ve lived the life of a combatant, and there is nothing you can do that I haven’t had happen to me before.”
“Oh my little kitten, I don’t have to beat you,” the minotaur said, stroking the tigress’ tail, only to have it flicked away in an act of defiance. “You’ve already been beaten, and what I have in mind is much worse.”
Wanting to bring the games to a close, the minotaur lord took hold of the Abyssinian’s tail by the base, gripping it firmly as he stood astride her firm ass. The tigress expected to receive a firm strike to her backside, and mentally prepared for impact, but it never came. What came instead was the cold sensation of metal touching against her lower lips.
It took a second for the cat to realize what was going on, but the moment it hit her, her bravado broke, “Wait, you can’t be- URGH!”
The minotaur lord mercilessly forced his club into the Abyssinian’s pussy, caring not how much it hurt her. He knew that despite the size, she would be okay, the drugs given to her and the kirin allowed for enough stretch in their privates that tearing would be at a minimum. The pain of something of that size entering a body of her size however, that was not mitigated in the slightest. If anything, it was made worse, with every nerve in her pussy enhanced to feel sensations more potently than usual. She could sense the meat inside her shifting to make way for the rod, and felt like she could count the bumps along its length.
“Not so lippy now, are you?” the minotaur mocked, his weapon nearing halfway into the tigress, who could only scream in agony as her insides were brutally punished, “This, my Abyssinian whore, is the Rod of Dismay. It’s the tool I use to break the wills of my slaves. After being thoroughly fucked with this, you’ll think a minotaur dick is orgasmic in comparison.”
Rain Shine could only watch in horror as it all unfolded, and had to admit to herself that this was not what she expected. She expected imprisonment. She expected humiliation. She expected to be tortured. She even expected to be raped, but from her perspective it looked like the minotaur was killing the Abyssinian. She didn’t know that they had both been given drugs to help aid them, nor would that knowledge have persuaded her into believing having an object of that size shoved into her was possible without death. She was terrified, and at the mercy of this sadistic bull creature.
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Where’d he purchase that?!
It has gun parts, yes, but those are just levers that look like gun parts, since guns aren’t a thing in Equestria, and this setting stays close to the canon. The next part of the story displays what they do more.