The day passed in the Kingdom of Thicket, and just as the minotaur’s conquest started with the rising of the sun, it came to a close with its setting.

“Do we have him secured?” Titanius asked his Antlertean slave, looking out the window at a orangish-purple sky, the evening giving way to twilight.

“I think so,” Sergius said, tugging on a few chains wrapped around his master’s neck and torso, finding none of them loose, “Snug as a stag in a bag.”

The ends of the chains all led to one thing, and that was the conquered deer king, who was now dangling at chest height in front of the minotaur. With a clever use of bondage, Aspen’s light form had been bound to his new master in a quite literal fashion, being turned into a living decoration that adorned the larger male’s body.

A lavish set of shackles, made with cuffs of a polished green leather connected together with links made of a shiny, silvery steel, attached wrist to wrist so to loop Aspen’s arms around Titanius’ neck, the stag hanging from the mass of muscle between the minotaur’s head and shoulders like a pendent, his own head resting at Titanius’ collar bone. Another silver chain went around the minotaur’s waist, circling around the bull’s back, both ends of it connected to a large golden metal cuff that now wrapped around Aspen’s own waist in ordered to keep his body in place. From there, the defeated king’s legs were forced to his stomach, the thighs and calfs pulled close together with leather bands on them of the same color as the ones at his wrists, each leg individually connected to its separate parts by one single silver link. The two were then pulled into a spread by a much longer set of chain lengths, a pair of metal links that went up from the cuffs wrapped around Aspens thighs, around his torso in the space between his back and the minotaur’s abs, and ended on the back half of either side of the necklace that Titanius gave to him as a collar. With it that way, Aspen was forced to both hold his legs apart and up to his chest, lest he strangle himself merely by their weight.

These restraints kept Aspen in humiliating pose, held in a manner that the minotaur could effortlessly carry him around, the deer’s body fully exposed, but were not the only devices that the deer king had been inflicted with. The minotaur had saw fit to give him several ‘gifts’, as he put it, the first of which being a unique cage for his penis. Unlike those that most other stag slaves of the minotaur wore, this one had the appearance of an actual cage, made of two seperate pieces of a frame composed of bars, locked together and bent downwards to keep its contents from ever going fully erect. The inner parts of the frame was laced with dull spikes, the same kind that were within Blackthorn’s caging, and the ends of the two parts formed a small ring at the point were the tip of the deer’s dick was, which was currently holding in place the minotaur’s second gift, a sounding rod tipped with a small orb made of glowing crystal.

The rod was an item of Antlertean design, with several crystal orbs going across its length. Once the orbs were charged by one of the tattooed deer’s magic, the rod would lightly vibrate and induce stimulation to the one it was inside of, which was problematic for Aspen as his own was long enough to fill his urethra all the way back to where it met his anus, and was making it impossible for him to keep his genitals flaccid. The combination of his cage and the rod were diabolical, and the torment of the two was something that could only be truly appreciated first hand as low amounts of both pleasant and discomforting sensations constantly invaded their victim’s awareness.

The last gift given to Aspen was a pair of head restraints in the form of a hood mask and a band. The mask was made of a black cloth material that appeared solid externally, but from the inside the fabric was sheer enough that the wearer could see the world outside under a tint of darkness. This hood covered most of Aspen’s head, but allowed his ears and muzzle to be exposed. The band, on the other hand, was placed tightly around the ex-king’s muzzle to keep him from opening his mouth, preventing him from speaking in anything but mumbles.

With all of this in place, Titanius was nearly satisfied with the appearance of his conquest, all that remained was one final act to cement to all who soon lay eyes upon Aspen the new status he was under. This was accomplished by the bull placing the Thicket deer’s now well used ass once more around his sizable shaft. With it in place, the deer’s beloved and respected ruler had become a cock sheath, the minotaur’s sex organ safely secured inside Aspen as it likewise secured him in place, assisting the binds on the stag in their task as the male deer was forced to ride the rod of meat to wherever Titanius wished to take him.

Seeing that Aspen was unable to do little more than grunt and make small movements, Titanius was ready to greet his fellow minotaur, and show off his contribution to their successful raid. “Time to leave then.” he announced, opening the palace doors so he and his two slave stags could walk their way to the civilian sections of the city.

Once the trio had left the palace, it did not take long for them to see what had transpired outside of it during their time alone. The sounds of female deer succumbing to the invaders of their city filled the streets, with moans, sobs, and screams of painful climax that could be heard before they even made it out of the courtyard, and knowing that the minotaur had always known that the deer intended to betray them, the voices of the does was surely to be the dirge for their proud civilization.

It was only when they left the palace grounds that Aspen was able to see how true that assumption was. Past the palace gates, there was not a direction he could look without seeing a doe being violated by some large, bovine male. Some of them were taking several at a time, as two bulls made use of separate holes simultaneously, one pushing his massive organ down a poor, helpless female’s throat while another took one of her lower holes from behind, or another pair of minotaur picking up a doe and trapping her between them as they partook of her ass and vagina at the same time, enjoying not only the tightness of her tunnels, but the motions the other made as they rubbed their dicks against one another with only a thin wall of meat separating them.

It only got worse as Aspen was taken deeper into the city, as the minotaur had been very industrious over the course of the day. The streets of Thicket had vastly changed since that morning, with new structures littered all about. The tree made homes of the deer were still where they were, but many had new features added to them, such as chained shackles being nailed into the outer walls of a house, or several pillories being placed around a large fountain that acted as the centerpiece of the city. Many of these devices were filled by does, those who were kept within them in between use, one barbarian locking them in place for another to find and use minutes later. Some didn’t even have the privilege of rest in these bonds, as a minotaur would simply fuck them in their restraints, happy to have a pussy they could ravage that couldn’t even attempt escape. With these additions, the ancient kingdom of Thicket had been turned into a perversion of it’s true glory, in the most apt use of the word there could have been.

The horrific sights of sexual depravity continued as Aspen was carried along the streets of his city. The doors of every house were broken open, ransacked, some with the invaders inside raping the home’s owner in surroundings they once identified as safe. The minotaur had set up large, wooden posts along the streets that held overhanging beams atop them, said beams having several metal loops drilled into their structures where does were strung up to by tethers. Those unfortunate enough to be tied up this way were assaulted physically by their captors, who saw it fitting to smack their bare bottoms with wooden paddles, or even go so far as to crack a whip across their bodies till small lacerations could be seen about their skin.

“I see we’re already dealing out punishments,” Titanius said to one of his kin, having to talk over the scream of one such doe as the bull to sent a lash to the spot right above her tail, “They are getting just what they deserve for following a fool king.”

While he spoke to another minotaur, Aspen could tell the words were truly meant for him. Titanius was drilling in that this was all his fault, and had he only made an honest deal, all that would have happened would have been the impregnation of the females, and not this sex charged nightmare. Whether or not that were true, Aspen would never know for sure, and at this point it didn’t matter. All that did was that his people were going to enter an age of subjugation and suffering, their race ground into the dirt under the heel of these tyrants who had stumbled upon a cosmic cheat that gave them the unfair advantage of foresight.

Continuing on this tour of his own kingdom, it was becoming more astounding seeing how in control his people’s captors were. The minotaur had smoothly converted everything and everyone in the kingdom into something that could serve their purposes. Had this not been his home his entire life, Aspen would have simply assumed this was some barbarian city he was dragged into with how casually the minotaur were operating. The Antlerteans they had brought now occupied the streets more than Thicket’s actual citizenry, going in and out of homes and removing their contents like they owned the place, or assisting their masters in their defilement of the does. No doe even tried to resist, all in a state of complacence brought upon by their bonds, exhaustion, fear, and the chemicals that swam in their veins. Then again, it was hard for Aspen to differentiate their obedience from behind his veil, and it was possible that they were trying to fight back, but failing miserably. A doe forced to a kneel could struggle all she wanted, but that wouldn’t prevent her from having a dick as thick as her throat pushed down her esophagus. Aspen witnessed this horror from his perch atop Titanius’ cock, with some does in turn identifying him in return, their own confirmation that Thicket was doomed, only able to give him sorrowful gazes as they realized that every hope had been dashed.

Eventually Aspen was brought before the orchestrator of his fate, the minotaur who went by the title of ‘Master”. The leader of the barbarian bovines had made himself very comfortable, having a throne brought in and placed in a spot of town that let him admire the suffering of those his underlings had subjected, while being tended to by many enslaved does who brought him food, drink, and showered him with affection. Most were Antlerteans, though the reindeer, the true author of this tragic tale, was present as well, happily saturating her master’s bloated sack with her tongue whilst he had his way with a youthful looking Thicket doe he had claimed for himself, the unfortunate girl being bounced on his shaft at that very moment, with cum pouring out of her stretched out slit in streams from the times prior that Master released himself inside her.

“Oh, Titanius,” Master said, noticing the approach of his raid chief, “I see that you’ve handled your end of the matter. Not that I had any doubt.”

The reindeer found Master’s words humorous, and made a small laugh as she took a look at what had become of Aspen. “Everything went as planned?”

“Yeah,” Titanius said, though not to Alice, but instead her owner, “He didn’t even know he’d been found out till it was too late, right before I stripped him of what little power he had.”

“To be expected from one of my finest warriors,” Master complimented, purposefully ignoring the contributions of his slave, as her reward was the ability to serve as a breeding tool for the minotaur, “The city has been claimed, the women put to use, and the king…” Master chuckled, “Well I suppose no one will be calling you ‘king’ anymore, will they Aspen?”

Aspen tried to yell some obscenities at the minotaur, but all that came out were angry mumbles.

“Don’t get so hostile,” Master went on to say, clutching the hip of the doe straddling his cock to move her at his preferred pace, “It’s not like we are being unreasonable with your people. After all, your intent for us was extinction. If we were to give you an appropriate punishment for that, then we’d have to cut your head off as an example. Enslavement at least ensures that your species will continue on, in some fashion, and that you will be able to live out the rest of your life, if only as Titanius’ pet.”

“He will make a fine addition to my stable of boys,” Titanius patted Aspen’s head a few times, each press making the stag bounce on the rod poking his insides. “Him and the other two, of course."

“Ah, yes, your other two rewards. As promised, you get any three slaves of your choosing, and if I’m not mistaken...”

Master reached to the side of his throne, taking hold of the loop ends of a pair of chain leashes. Giving them a hard tug, the other ends that had slipped behind his seat went taut, and a pair of bound stags were brought out into the open from behind his throne, ones very familiar to Aspen.

“You’ve already decided on which slaves you wanted,” Master said, presenting Bramble and Blackthorn’s leashes to Titanius.

“Rubus, Domitius, did you two miss me?” Titanius said, taking the stags’ leashes in hand.

The two didn’t respond, both dejected at the sight of their home, as well as the understanding that their enslavement was now on a permanent basis, with no one left to liberate them from the minotaur menace. If they were to ever be released from their bondage, such salvation would not come at the hands of deer.

“Thank you for allowing me to keep these three,” Titanius said to his leader, pleased with the three prizes he had acquired for, from his perspective, no work at all.

“Not at all,” Master replied, “I could think of no better minotaur to leave them in the hands of.”

Master knew that while Titanius had been predetermined to succeed, that success was brought on because his abilities allowed that to be possible. Some other minotaur might have been able to take the city as well, but Master believed that Alice’s predictions led his race to the best possible outcome, which meant the use of the most qualified minotaur.

“Though it is a shame that your queen is gone and you never had a daughter, Aspen. I would have loved to have had another royal addition to my collection of wives, but I’ll have to make do with this young slut instead.” Master slapped his newly acquired breeding slave’s ass, eliciting a yelp from the doe and a faster movement of her hips, “Actually, since I brought up the topic of youth… I suppose I should inform you of the fate of your kingdom’s children.”

While no one could see it, Aspens eyes widened at the mention of the fawns, their existence seemingly slipping his mind in the midst of all this debaucherous behavior.

“Don’t worry too much.” said Master, a bit of annoyance showing in his tone, “We are not so vile of creatures that we would try to defile younglings. After all, if they cannot produce minotaur, sexual interaction is meaningless to us. Even those coming into maturity are incompatible for some time, as even with our medicines their bodies are simply too small. We minotaur only fuck fully grown females. We will, however, be keeping them until they come of proper age, wherein they will join the rest of your race as our slaves. The men who were watching over them, on the other hand, are already being fitted with their cock cages and being put to use by those with the same persuasions as your master.”

While Aspen hadn’t assumed any mercy from the minotaur, it was still a major blow to hear that none would be spared from their perverse objective. Those who were too young to violate now would be locked away somewhere until they were old enough later, which really didn’t make the situation any better for them. All it did was delay the point where their true suffering would begin, and give the minotaur the opportunity to mold their developing minds into something more fitting for the role the bulls intended for them.

“Master, not to be disrespectful,” said Titanius, “But if you are finished taunting my slave, I wish to take my trophies home and begin their training.”

“You’re not going to stay for the rest of the celebration?” Master asked, “There is still a few hours left before we start picking this place clean of all its valuables, and you still have right of first pickings of whatever treasures these pitiful deer have been hoarding.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Titanius replied, “Let the men pick what they want, and have whatever is left sent to me in the form of gold.”

“Very well, go home and relax with your slaves. You have earned a break,” Master said, giving a long pause before finishing his feelings with, “As well as that little trinket you stashed away in your slave’s bag of toys.”

“Can’t even get that past her, can I?” Titanius replied, knowing that master was talking about Aspen’s royal mantle, a heart shaped ruby the size of two pony fists put together, set in a gold neck piece. It was one of the things relieved from the stag when stripped, and the raid chief had hoped to have been able to slip off with it as a bonus for his hard work. That he got caught wasn’t unexpected though, and he treated his attempt at theft with the levity of a common prank. “Then consider it the one treasure I truly wish to keep.”

“Of course, and I’ll have word sent that you wish to return to Minopolis. The Way Stone should be usable for you shortly.”

“Thank you, Master.” Titanius put a fist to his chest in salute, narrowly missing a strike to Aspen’s head in the process, and took his leave. With one stag riding his shaft, and the other two pulled along by one of the leads in either of his hands, the minotaur made his way to the Thicket’s exit.

Nearly half an hour later, Titanius was sat on a stump just outside the gate, holding Aspen’s legs up for him so that the stag could get a rest as well, mere feet away from the Way Stone and a pile of crates packed with the pillaged goods of the dominated kingdom. While Titanius had said in negotiations that they had no need for such things, they weren’t going to leave behind such useful items, not when there would be no one left to use them. Every deer was to be taken to Minopolis, to live out the remainder of their lives under the watchful eyes of their new masters, to be exploited for the betterment of the minotaur race.

Master had many plans for the deer beyond breeding, with work slavery being as common place as sexual slavery in the minotaur city, but the most important acquisition from all this was in fact Thicket’s protected alchemical potions. It was assumed that the plant growth potion could be used to increase the production of food crops, as well as a fruit with aphroditic properties native to their kingdom know as Passion Fruit. Minotaur lacked the skill or comprehension of alchemy to reproduce the potions themselves, even if explained how it was done, but Titanius had no doubt that given the right motivation, Thicket’s alchemists would do it themselves. Minopolis had acquired the Antlertean’s cooperation and technomagic through means of intimidation and mental conditioning, and didn’t expect any of these deer to have any sturdier of wills than their distant relatives.

None of that mattered to Titanius though. He was just a simple raid leader, and that responsibility went to the slave tamers. The only deer he had to worry about breaking in was Domitius, Rubus, and his yet to be named slave stag.

As he sat there thinking on the changes that were to come to his household, a creature suddenly came through the Way Stone, a purple unicorn with a body that shimmered like crystal, her horn glowing with magical energies as she gave herself passage through the thick sheet of gemstone.

“Ah, you must be the one I was sent for,” said the crystal mare, “Master told me that you’d have a… unique piece of jewelry around your neck.”

Titanius got up from his seat, not responding to the mare’s comments. While she provided useful service to their people, minotaur were not obligated to be courteous with her if they didn’t work at her facility.

“Very well,” said the mare, dismissing how the bull ignored her, “If you are ready, then the portal is open.”

Titanius turned back to Thicket, taking one last look at the city he had claimed for his people. By tomorrow it would be devoid of both life and valuables, and even later the tree city would be reclaimed by the forest, leaving little behind but memories of the people who once called the Everfree home.

“Take one last look at it, you three.” Titanius said to his new collection of Thicket born stags, “As never again will you set eyes upon this place.”

The minotaur stood there for another minute, letting the gravity of this moment weigh down on Blackthorn, Bramble, and Aspen. The kingdom had fallen, their titles were stripped, and the rest of their lives would be in service of the one who made this happen. When the despair had set in, Titanius gave the leashes connected to Bramble and Blackthorn’s collars a tug, leading them to the Way Stone. They hardly resisted as their bound forms were taken through it, with Aspen himself being the only one to struggle and yell as his fate approached. The effort was proven futile though, as all the same he slipped into the fluid surface of that black rock, and disappeared to a land unknown to him or his kind. Aspen’s owner melted into the stone after him, followed by his son and the former captain of his royal guard, then his Antlertean slave stag, and lastly the crystal mare, the portal closing behind them, cementing the fates of the three stags as it reverted to solid rock.

Author's Note

We are nearing a close with this story, this being the first of three epilogues I'm going to add to it. As one might assume, the other two epilogues will be for Blackthorn and Bramble, both set a little further down the timeline from the end of Thicket. But before I go into that, there are a few things I want to get to.

Firstly I want to address the possible "bad point" of this chapter, which is the mention of what could only be interpreted as the minotaur "grooming children" for slavery, mentioned by Master at one part of the story. While I have a strict "no children characters in sexual situations" stance in my stories, it really isn't like the fawns of Thicket would be left behind or would simply vanish, and one has to assume that in their breeding process they would have done something with the deer children produced by the Antlerteans up to this point. If you want to know what exactly they do to them, basically they send them to live in a slave orphanage to be raised by slaves, and hardly even interact with them till they are of a proper age, where they would be sold off to a minotaur for whatever intentions said minotaur would have for them. Some might see this fate for them to be just as sick as a typical act of pedophilia, and to that I would say "maybe, but the minotaur are villains afterall". If it offend you, just be glad I didn't feel the need write a detailed scene of them being paraded in chains past their parents, forced to watch as their loved ones were publicly raped and their families were torn apart. It is what it is, and what it is isn't pretty, but I refuse to belittle the intellegence of my readers by pretending nothing bad happened to the children victims of a barbarian raid. (I'm sure we've all seen Conan the Barbarian, and what happened to him)

Lastly, a commentator suggested that I write out a few chapters featuring the does, and and while I think it is a good idea, I think that i will get to that next December. I got a lot of things to work on this year, and I don't want to spend the entirety of the first two months on a story that was intended to be done at the end of December. So when I finish the other two epilogue chapters, I'll have this story marked as "complete", but expect 3-4 more chapters at the end of the year.

That's everything. Hope you all enjoy this chapter, as well as the two still to come.