Equestria Trainers' Society: Work For Hire

Rubric carried Anya over his shoulder as he strode through the workers’ passage, using one hand to keep the side of her body pressed against his muscular neck. On Anya’s end, the gryphoness did what she could to hold still, not wanting to slip out of the bull’s grip, as a fall off the towering bovine would not be pleasant. She was effectively at the mercy of the minotaur at that moment, with her arms bound, and being hoisted up so high. Her wings had not been restricted in the same way, but at the moment they were being pinned down by the bull’s bicep, preventing them from being used. In this position, she found herself thinking how fortunate it was that The Society hadn’t targeted her for enslavement alongside Path and Scylla, cause she could see how a minotaur like Rubric could easily subdue her, if she gave him even the slightest opportunity to catch her.

But at this moment she didn’t have to worry about that too much, since this was just a simple bet, and Anya would be released after she paid her dues. She had to admit though, the minotaur was fairly good at his ‘brutish barbarian’ act, carrying her body in one arm with no issue. She had seen imagery of this before, in books that featured strong, savage men, who would raid villages and claim women as trophies, but she would have never guessed she would be in such a compromising position. She halfway expected Rubric to smack her ass out of the blue, or use his other hand to molest the space between her legs, which he could have done without complaint from Anya, if only because she was allowing him a period where he could do as he pleased with her. The bovine male was staying his hand though, perhaps uninterested in foreplay, or maybe uninterested altogether.

Anya could see how Rubric might not be so excited in screwing her, since this was going to be a one time thing, and from her understanding, the minotaur wanted mates, not flings. There was also another factor though, and that’s that this prize was something handed to him, and not earned. No, the one who won Anya’s obedience for the minotaur was Glida, and she was enjoying this walk much more than Rubric, grinning like an idiot at the older gryphon’s predicament, as she kept pace right behind the bull. Being practically forced to look at Gilda, Anya wondered why her bet wasn’t for the winner to be able to do as they pleased with the loser, as Gilda’s behavior was showing Anya that she had developed a bit of a cruel streak. Then again, Gilda might just be under the assumption that anything she could do, the minotaur could make worse.

On some level, the older gryphon wanted to take back how she had behaved earlier, and not just because it lead to the situation she was in. She really wanted to know what had happened to make Gilda turn this way, since much of this was not what Grampa Gruff would have raised her to be. Greedy and opportunistic, maybe, but not evil and sadistic. Not that she knew Gilda well enough to be that concerned anyways, but she knew that it would hurt the old buzzard to see two of his wards going at one another. Those feelings were not all that strong, however, because as easily as it might have been to be the bigger gryphon, letting a brat like Gilda the chance to feel like she had bested her was not something Anya would allow.

“So, how are you gonna stuff this turkey?” Gilda asked Rubric, trying to further add salt to Anya’s wounds, “Gonna strap her down, split those legs apart, and go womb deep until she begs for mercy?”

“You’ll both see when it starts,” Rubric replied, not even looking back to Gilda, “It won’t be too long before we get to our destination.”

What the minotaur said was more accurate than both the gryphons assumed, as one turn of a corner later, the group of three arrived at a door within the seemingly endless pathways of The Society’s facility. Without so much as a pause in his step, Rubric opened the door, entering in the same motion, but before Anya and the bull could enter, a barrage of sound hit the gryphon’s ear. Sounds of grunts and groans, screams and squeals, whimpers and cries, and flesh hitting flesh. It was the sound of sex, forcefully rough sex, which meant that there were others already in the room, and from what Anya could hear, many of them.

While the sound of the activities was the first thing to hit the gryphon before fully entering the room, it was not the only thing, as the scent of it that came to her next. A smell of sex so heavy that it flooded her sinuses, then traveled into her mouth, where she could taste the mixture of sweat and climaxes on her tongue. Only once that all these things assaulted her senses that the gryphoness’ head got through the door, that she was able to see what was causing all of it.

The room looked like a locker room combined with a S&M dungeon, with lockers standing against the walls, benches set up in front of them, and a more open space in the center. All around the room, Anya could spy equipment that would have been more at home in someone’s private sex dungeon, with restraints ranging from stockades to shackles that were bolted to the small bits of wall that weren’t blocked by lockers. There were even chains that dangled from the ceiling, ending in their own metal cuffs that hung several feet from the floor, with some currently being occupied, as were many of the other bondage devices in the room.

Kinky tools aside, the room was filled with many creatures, a good portion of which were minotaur, and more than Anya had ever expected to see at one time. In Equestria, minotaur were a fairly rare species to encounter, with most ponies maybe running into one a year. In this one room though, there looked to be somewhere between thirty to fifty of them, which, each bull being a naturally formed mountain of beef, the number of them was enough to make anyone a little intimidated.

Of course, what made Anya feel nervous the most wasn’t their numbers or impressive physics, but what they were all doing at that moment, which was plowing themselves mercilessly into many creatures around the gryphon’s size. The number of non-minotaur creatures was slightly more than the minotaur themselves, with each minotaur having at least one creature to screw, while other creatures were chained to a wall or restrained in one of the bondage devices, many slumped over in exhaustion after what Anya could only assume was a session of brutal fucking.

The common pony breeds were the most represented of the slaves in the room, with earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns being very abundant compared to other creatures in the room, save for the minotaur themselves. While these three groups dwarfed the numbers of all others together, the true majority belonged to a variable herd of Antlerteans in the room, who were not being harshly manhandled as the rest. Some were being fucked, and those that were didn’t receive any more restrained from the minotaur using them as anyone else, but many were walking around freely, offering food and drink to the minotaur, or aiding in the violation of other creatures. What was an odd sight to Anya was that few Antlerteans were assisting in the forceful rape of other deer, ones not bearing the tribal tattoos over their bodies like they had. It took the gryphon a moment to realize these had to be deer from Thicket, which meant that The Society had found a means to abduct citizens of the well protected city, not only having to get past the deer’s gates that were perpetually locked to outsiders, but the ferocious inhabitants of the Everfree Forest, which surrounded Thicket at all sides.

Beyond the common ponies and deer, Anya was able to spy a few unusual species in the crowd, including several bat ponies, a few zebras, and a couple of strange mares that had manes and tails like lions, but scaled bodies like a dragon. Anya had heard of ponies that had those features before, but the name of their race escaped her, because she dismissed their existence as myth. Seemed that whatever rumors she had heard were true, and that they too had been discovered and subdued by Schorl and her organization. By this point, Anya was surprised she didn’t actually see a dragon in the room as well, at least one of the smaller ones, as it really felt like the slavers had managed to round up at least two of every other species.

Without a dragon present though, the only notable creatures that remained were, in what felt like irony at this point, normal dairy cows, the kind that often worked at dairy farms across Equestria. The minotaur seemed to have a particular taste when it came to their bovine females, as the selected cows had breasts that would be considered huge even when compared to others of their naturally endowed kind, all simply dripping with milk, at least when not being sucked out directly from the tit by the bulls thrusting into them.

With all the variety of the slaves the minotaur were using as sex objects, what was of particular note was the lack of any kind of feathered felines, and Anya wasn’t thinking of sphinxes when she made this mental observation. The only two gryphons in the room now was Gilda, and herself, and that fact didn’t go unnoticed for too long by the other occupants of the room.

“Hey, Rubric!” yelled a minotaur sitting on a bench, currently pushing the mouth of some unfortunate female down the length of his shaft, in a way that it looked like the girl had to strain her jaw open to accommodate it, even though a good amount of the bull’s dick managed to nestle nicely in her throat, the sight of which was obstructed by a tanned, leather collar she wore. Like most of the slaves in this room wide orgy, the thick strap was the only article of clothing on her person, making her fully exposed otherwise, “What do you got there? Did one of your birds drag in another of their kind?”

Anya immediately shot Gilda a sideways glance upon hearing that, to which the other gryphon rolled her eyes away, her expression not changing otherwise. It appeared that the gryphons working for The Society were helping the slave ring gather up some of their own race, which without one present, Anya might have been able to assume the species had some sort of immunity to enslavement, had the minotaur not mentioned it. Then again, Anya felt she should have known that, as Schorl’s list of bounties did have a price listed for gryphons, but for some reason the gryphoness just thought that sending a gryphon to hunt a gryphon might have been a conflict of interest.

In retrospect, there was probably no reason Anya should have assumed that, and the only reason she cared now was that it put into perspective the comment Gilda made when they talked about Gabby. With the girl having been missing from Griffonstone for some time, the odds that she was caught, captured, and possibly sold by The Society were now incredibly high. It made her think that Gilda might have been personally responsible, because she showed no sign of care when Anya implied Gabby had vanished from Gruff’s home.

As Anya worked out all this in her head, the minotaur she was currently being held by greeted the male bovine speaking to him, “Not quite, Bacchus,” Rubric said, walking up to the bench where the other minotaur was being fellated. “This here on my shoulder is my new hire.”

“Got a gryphon in a breeding contract?” Bacchus said, gripping his victim’s hair so that it formed a ponytail in his fist, and using it to move the girl’s skull up and down his cock, “A little old fashioned, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like that,” Rubric said, setting Anya onto her feet, turning her to face Bacchus as he pleasured himself with the mouth of a defenseless creature, “This is Anya, and she’s going to be part of my gryphon crew. She arrived just today, and I snatched up her contract before anyone else could.”

“Oh, another mercenary,” Bacchus said, removing his grip from the girl’s hair, as he took a look at the gryphoness standing before him.

This also gave Anya an opportunity to get a good look at the girl this minotaur had been using, discovering that what she had assumed at first was just another pony, was actually a donkey girl. Donkeys, while being common residents in Equestria, were not often treated with reverence. While not second class citizens, like cows and sheep were often considered by other races, donkeys were often seen as plain creatures with no defined talents. In a place like Equestria, where things like cutie marks and special talents were praised throughout society, being unable to fit neatly into a particular niche in society made you stand out less.

In a way, seeing such a mundane creature among all these more notable species made the girl stand out more as an outlier. She wasn’t a homely creature by any means, her buck teeth, shoulder length hair that was mussed up from the minotaur’s manhandling, and slender, ‘bean pole’ body, complete with a small, A-cup sized bust, gave the equidae a cute appearance. Anya might have found enjoyment playing with and dominating the donkey herself, though not in this situation where the girl was clearly being forced to pleasure the minotaur using her.

“But what’s this all about?” Bacchus questioned about Anya’s appearance, flinching a bit as he spoke, the donkey girl continuing to deepthroat the bull, but finding it impossible to do so without grinding her two overgrown incisors against the soft flesh of his dick, showing concern as she did for what Anya felt was an obvious reason for a girl in her position.

“This is the result of an ill conceived bet,” Rubric said, speaking for Anya, “I won’t bore you with the details, but because she lost, she has to do as I wish till tomorrow.”

“Well damn,” Bacchus said, “If I had a fine bird like that at my command, then I’d be balls deep in her already.”

“I could have stuck myself in the moment she lost the bet,” Rubric said, “But I felt that she would savor her humiliation better in front of an audience.”

As the two minotaur spoke back and forth, Gilda crept up behind Anya, putting her beak at the left side of the older gryphon’s head. “Just so you know, that’s the second in command of our division of hunters. He’s the one who you’ll be answering to when you’re not taking orders from Rubric. Think about that when he watches you get treated like a whore by the boss.”

Anya could see what Gilda was trying to do, shaming her in front of her future co-worker. The thing the younger gryphoness didn’t know was that Anya had done this dance before, and felt less humiliated by this than she did getting beat by Gilda to begin with.

“Well, if you only have her for the rest of the day,” Bacchus said, doing his best to not wince from the two teeth scraping against his dick, “Then you’d better get started.”

“I intend to,” Rubric replied, “But she’s gonna need some loosening up first. I didn’t give her the elasticity injections, so she’ll have a hard time if I start fucking her without stretching first.”

“Then I have just the thing,” Bacchus said, reaching behind him, grabbing from beneath his bench seat a sizeable dildo, made of blue rubber, several feet long, looking to rival the average length of the minotaur in the room, “Had this mule enjoy some time with this earlier while me and the others watched her bounce her ass up and on it.” Bacchus gave the donkey girl a solid slap on her rounded bottom, the most pleasantly filled out part of her body, making a loud clap against her cheeks.

He regretted that action immediately after though, as the donkey didn’t have the level of self control needed to keep herself from reacting from such a sudden and powerful strike, reactively clenching her jaw, which even on the thick cock of a minotaur caused some degree of pain. Enough that the bull had to pull the girl off him immediately by her collar, her throat making gagging sounds as it was hastily vacated. The second her lips left the minotaur’s dick, her face was redirected to the minotaur, and to a raised hand that looked ready to come down across her muzzle. The girl’s ears slunk down, showing the fear she must have felt in the moment, her expression and body language displaying the same thing, as her slender frame tensed and her eyes forming small tears in their corners with the prospect that the minotaur’s mighty hand would strike her. All of this must have touched Bacchus in some way though, as he froze just before the point that it looked like he was going to hit the donkey, only to relax and gently put his hand atop her head.

“You better be glad you’re cute,” Bacchus said, removing the hand on her collar, “Now go be a good girl, and fetch us a bottle of lube. The bird is going to need it.”

The donkey’s ears instantly shot back up, and with a quick nod, she got up from the kneeling position she had been in at the minotaur’s side, running off and working her way around the other minotaur in the middle of fucking their victims. Her destination was a large barrel off in a corner of the room, which had many bottles of lubricant within it, and was probably stuffed to the brim when the orgy began. Grabbing a fresh bottle from what remained, the donkey returned to the man who was raping her, standing in display before him with what he requested.

“Good girl, Flauta,” Bacchaus said, finally speaking the donkey’s name, “Now set this toy up like before, and give it a nice coat.”

The donkey gave another nod of obedience, and took the oversized phallus from the minotaur. Getting back onto her knees, Flauta placed the end of the dildo opposite from its head onto the floor, the object having a suction cup on its ‘bottom’ that allowed it to stay in standing position. Holding it in one hand, displaying that the dildo had a flexibility to it that caused it to limp over to one side or another, the girl popped open the bottle’s flip top, and poured a good portion of its content over the head of the sex toy. The lubricant was somewhere between a gel and a liquid, looking a bit like slime, which the donkey smeared over the shaft with the same hand she was using to hold it upright, simulating masturbation on the rubber phallus, rotating the palm of her hand back and forth around its width, as she moved up and down its length.

Had this girl not clearly been a victim, indicated by her mere presence in The Society, Anya would have been very impressed with how well the donkey was performing her given task, as she showed a great amount of skill with the way her hand was moving, and knowing when to add more lubricant to to make sure she got every inch of the object covered with just enough of the substance as not to waste a drop. As it was, however, this was just a display of how good The Society’s ability to coerce and train a creature was, as Anya believed that Flauta had to be acting under duress.

Though, their training of the girl wasn’t all that spectacular, because at one point she made the mistake of swapping the bottle to her other hand, the container slipping from her grasp, falling to the floor and spilling a portion of what was left in the bottle upon it. Knowing she made a mistake, the donkey looked to her current handler with worry in her eyes, even slipping in an apology of “I’m sorry” before the minotaur could respond.

Bacchus shook his head disappointedly, saying “Clumsy mule” to Flauta, ridiculing the performance of her task, as it didn’t matter how well she did it prior to the mistake, just that she made the mistake, “I’ll devise a proper punishment for you later. For right now, help the bird get properly perched.”

“Yes sir,” the donkey replied, accepting her fate, as there was no avoiding the will of her captors.

Flauta turned her attention back to the dildo, placing both of her hands around its shaft, using them to hold the object in a fully erect position, at least the best she could, now that it was slippery with the slime coated it in.

“It’s time,” Rubric said, addressing his own captive, “I want you to get that dildo as deep into you as you can get it. Do not hold back, for anything.”

Anya acknowledged the command given to her, taking the few steps she needed to place in front of her the thing that would soon be deep inside her. Standing less than an inch away from the large, cock-shaped cylinder of rubber, the gryphoness saw that at full height it could just touch the entrance to her pussy. That meant that the length of it was roughly that of her own leg, and Rubric wanted her to stuff as much of it as she could inside her snatch. There was no chance that she’d be able to hilt the object, which she knew was usually the goal of this kind of display, as simple physics wouldn’t allow it, but she was sure the minotaur would enjoy watching her struggle as she tried.

Taking a deep breath, Anya spread her legs apart, and placed herself above the phallus. She paused for a few seconds after getting into place, but then proceeded to squat down on top of it. The first attempt ended with the bulbed head of the dildo slipping across her slit, sending a quick jolt of excitement up the gryphon’s spine, causing her unbound wings to go out in a spread for a split second. The second attempt got similar results, though this time Anya was able to control her wings, and prevent them from moving of their own accord again. On the third attempt, she finally managed to aim the tip at the right angle to get it to slide up inside her, which elicited a restrained moan from the depths of her throat.

The shaft was thick, but not anything she hadn’t felt before, with some of her prior pony partners having dicks on the plumper side of things. That aspect of the piece of rubber was something she’d be able to handle, if not without some visible signs of struggle. Lowering herself down further, the gryphoness found the slime coating the object assisted her progress greatly, and it didn’t take long for the lips between her legs touched the hands of the donkey still holding onto the dildo. Going further, Flauta saw her job was done, and released the phallus to let Anya do the rest herself, though didn’t move from her spot or looked away, simply because she wasn’t instructed otherwise. This gave the girl a front row seat to the penetration Anya was inflicting on herself, which was something she had done as well with the same toy earlier that day. She couldn’t help but stare, watching the slight imprint of a bulge travel slowly up to Anya’s belly button.

During the process of deep insertion, Anya became thankful that the toy working its way inside was as malleable as it was, the semi-flaccid fake cock conforming to her vaginal passage more than it had to conform to the shape of the dildo. Had it been a solid object, it would have been like impaling herself, and something would have surely torn inside. She felt that she could handle this object, as large as it was, all the way to the point that she knew was her limit, which was reached around the time her knees were about halfway bent.

“Why did you stop?” asked Bacchus, who had been enjoying the show from the comfort of his bench seat.

Anya, now panting heavily, could only groan in response, the gag in her beak preventing any other coherent sound she could make.

In her squat pose, the head of the phallus inside her rested against the entrance to her womb. This was the furthest that anything had ever gotten inside of her, even when it came to the biggest pony cocks she had taken. Within there, the phallus completely filled her birth canal, her inner walls squeezing around its intruder so that the space between them and the toy was practically non-existent.

Rubric came over to inspect Anya’s work, going before her, pushing the donkey girl aside to take her spot, so he could trace the area of her stomach that showed the imprint of the object she had shoved into her pussy. “It looks to be about at your cervix.” he stated, tracing the slight bulge with his finger, “Am I right?”

The rough touch of the minotaur made Anya quiver, her body becoming incredibly sensitive all of a sudden. She offhandedly shrugged it off as her body being aroused, as anyone’s would be would be in the middle of such sexual activity, amid the sounds and smells of others having sex, but unbeknowst to her, something had been activated with the touch of the minotaur. Something that at that very moment was altering the way she perceived the touch of another creature.

“Answer me,” Rubric said, becoming impatient, not noticing that the gryphon was in a slight daze from his touch.

The gryphon, not hearing the bull’s words, but comprehending the annoyance they held, returned a solid nod in response.

“Then you are not as deep as you can get,” Rubric replied, “Push… harder.”

Anya heard the command, but she honestly felt like the dildo could go no further. Making a meager attempt to satisfy the minotaur, she pushed down just enough that the head pressed into the small flesh ring blocking off her innermost depths, but made no real attempt to push it past that barrier.

“Here, let me help.” said Gilda, who had been standing a close distance behind the older gryphon.

In the same moment she spoke, Gilda placed both of her talons on Anya’s shoulder, and pressed down on them with full force. Anya, neither expecting the pressure now on her shoulders, or in a position to properly resist it, found herself going down on the dildo against her will. By the time Anya tried to struggle, it was already too late, her knees buckling and her body lowering so far down that she dropped to her knees. Inside, her cervix gave way to the rubber cock head barging into it, and once that was inside, the rest of the object followed with ease. The dildo went in so deeply that it hit the far wall of Anya’s womb, then due to it being so flexible, curved to glide along the interior of the sex organ, till it nearly made its way back to the cervix, stopping about an inch short.

Outside of Anya’s womb, the gryphon’s mind was set ablaze. She was screaming from behind her gag, unable to form words or try to stifle herself with her beak held open by it. Her wings returned to full spread, unable to close themselves back up, as Anya’s back arched, and her breathing became rapid. This was an all new experience for the respectively mature gryphon, having something grind up against areas of her body that had never been touched before. It hurt, but in that special kind of hurt that only made a person want more, the sensation helped immensely by an orgasm that overcame the gryphoness when her cervix felt a foot or more of rubber pass right through it.

“See,” Gilda said, easing off of Anya at the end of her moan of pleasurable agony, “You could do it, if you tried.”

Anya would have shot back a mumbled retort to Gilda’s taunt, if her head wasn’t spinning from the stunning climax it received. Her head was still trying to put together everything that just happened to her, and all she really comprehended was that someone shoved a rubber dick so far into her that it caused her body to go into auto-pilot. That, unlike the invasion of her womb that befell her, was something she was familiar with, the one time she allowed herself to be someone’s sub, when she first entered the world of BDSM. She just needed to calm down, and reinstate her self control.

She started by willing herself to take a few deep, though staggered breaths, and blinking her eye several times to reset her senses. Her surroundings slowly became less of a blur, and the noises around her more discernible from one another. Soon everything started becoming clearer, and as she forced the haze to disperse, she found that Rubric was still standing in front of her, though now without the single article of clothing he wore removed, and his dick out in the open for everyone to see.

“Back with us?” Rubric said, stroking his dick, working it to erection right in front of the bound and stuffed gryphon, showing absolutely no shame in the act, displaying an air of dominance that radiated off him like an impenetrable aura. “I can see the recognition in your eye, darting back and forth from my face and my dick.”

Rubric was correct, as the gryphon was having a problem keeping her gaze away from his dick, wanting to meet the minotaur’s gaze to display her own dominant nature, but finding the flesh pillar growing in front of her unignorable. She had already made a decent assumption of what she had gotten herself into, having quickly gauged from the other minotaur in the room what size a minotaur dick was as she watched them use the large appendages on their captives, but Rubric’s dick was looking to be even larger than the others. She was hoping that it was just a trick of perspective, that it only looked bigger because he was so close, but taking in the sight of it, the mass of beef was noticeably thicker than the object already inside her, if not so ridiculously long. Though from its appearance, if she was hilted by it, his cock head would very likely still reach the back end of her womb, and the growing rigidness of it meant that it wouldn’t safely curve once it met a solid object, but would instead slam into it like a battering ram.

“For my next order,” Rubric said, picking up on the subtle fear Anya was trying to conceal, and not caring about it in the slightest, “You will pleasure me with your mouth and throat, while pleasuring yourself on that toy of yours.”

Rubric’s command was as intimidating as his dick was huge, but she knew that the order was unavoidable. Her only concern was how she would even fit something that big inside her beak, but as she tried to wrap her head around the idea, Rubric wrapped his hand around her head. The minotaur had waited long enough, and with the prize Gilda had won for him ready, he would allow for no further delay.

Anya had her head pulled forward, the force of the minotaur’s arm far too great for her to try and resist. The bull’s cock was on a collision course with her throat, and with it on a fast approach, the gryphoness could tell the monstrous dick wasn’t going to fit, and would only go down her throat if the bull made great, and painful, effort to accomplish his goal, which it looked like he had the power and determination to do. Terror at the prospect of her throat being decimated by the dick filled the gryphon, and as Rubric’s tip was about to push into her beak, her will wavered. She had to stop the minotaur, but with her arms cuffed behind her back, there was little she could do to prevent what was to come. In desperation, the gryphoness did the last thing that she could do, releasing a screech that brought all who heard it pause, including Rubric himself.

“Is something wrong?” Rubric asked, tilting Anya’s head up towards his, a horrified expression covering her face as she trembled in his hand.

“A-Ahwad! Ahwad!! Ahwad!!!” Anya yelled at the bull, doing what she could to convey what she was saying with the gag in her mouth.

Rubric took a moment to parse the obstructed word the gryphon was repeating, and eventually reached a conclusion, “Safeword?”

Anya nodded her head rapidly, the bull figuring out what she said. As a creature who had had an active BDSM fetish, she was very familiar with the concept of a safeword, and how it could be used when one felt afraid or uncomfortable, in order to halt activities when they got too intense. She was relieved that the minotaur could comprehend her slurred speech, and that the safeword had spared her the pain she would have endured otherwise.

Rubric’s eyes left Anya as he held her a mere inch away from his dick, going around the room, as if looking for something, but returning to the gryphon once it made its rounds. “What about your surroundings gives you the idea that the concept of a safeword exists here?”

Without warning, the minotaur slammed Anya’s head towards his crotch, while thrusting his dick forward into her face. Anya could hardly let out another scream as the head entered her mouth, the point of her beak scraping across the top part of it, as the meaty bull cock was crammed inside her orifice. The gryphon’s mouth was filled so fast that her cheeks puffed out as they made room for the bull, as Anya discovered that the gag holding her mouth open could expand to grant more space for passage if needed. Relentlessly, the pole sized flesh phallus kept pushing till it made its way down the curve leading to the gryphon’s stomach, traveling deeper and deeper with ease once the bend was properly penetrated.

“You made a bet to submit yourself to me,” Rubric said aloud, as he pushed Anya’s face increasingly closer to his crotch, her throat becoming so full that its skin was pressed into the empty space between the wireframe form of the collar she was wearing, “And so long as you are under that agreement, you are no better than a slave, and will be treated like one. Such is the fate of those who suffer defeat at the hands of a superior foe.”

Despite the pain she endured by having her neck stuffed to what she felt should be beyond its capacity, Anya was able to hear and comprehend every word Rubric said to her, her senses becoming heightened during this forceful oral violation of her person, unlike previously when she almost lost all awareness. Anya didn’t know why though, as with her throat obstructed in this manner, she couldn’t even breath, and as she was hilted on the cock that had made it far enough that she could feel it behind every bone of her ribcage, she strangely had a level of awareness that let her realize she should have been blacking out from the pain, and an ever decreasing supply of oxygen.

This strange level of consciousness persisted as Rubric started to withdrawal his shaft, giving up a good portion of the ground he had taken inside Anya’s body, before taking the obvious next step and piston fucking the feline fowl’s face. She could taste the potent, masculine flavor of the bull running over her tongue, the taste traveling up into her sinuses, saturating her sense of smell so thoroughly that it drowned out any of the other sexual fragrances in the room. She felt the motion of her body, how when she was made to touch the front of her beak into the minotaur’s abs. It caused her body to have to lift up off the dildo still embedded inside her, the rubber object slithering out of her cervix like it was a string of spaghetti being slurped through a set of lips, almost escaping the womb entirely, only to be pushed all the way back inside when Rubric pulled back out, making her once more sit down on the phallus till only a small portion of it was visible outside of her snatch.

Above anything else though, the gryphon became increasingly aware of something that she couldn’t believe was happening, as the amount of brute force being inflicted on her shouldn’t have allowed it. She could feel the pain of having her throat and pussy being repeatedly invaded fading, and being gradually replaced with an ever growing amount of pure pleasure. Only as this strange pleasure grew to the point that it surpassed her pain, did she find it hard to keep concentrating on the world around her once more. The gryphon was falling into a level of sexually induced bliss she couldn’t believe that was possible under these conditions, the only rational conclusion she could come to as her mind threatened to blank out completely being that the minotaur overloaded her nervous system, to the point that she could no longer register what she should have been feeling.

And just as she was about to drift into bliss, the pillar of flesh in her mouth was withdrawn completely. Fresh air entered her lungs, Anya instinctually coughing and gasping for air the moment she had access to it, while the world returned to her as vibrant as ever. The minotaur stood over the feathered female, watching drool spill from her mouth, comprised of saliva that was building up during his assault on her throat.

“Too much for ya?” Rubric said, towering over the gryphoness, his question not one of concern, but an assessment of how much she could endure.

Anya had to concede, Rubric had done a number on her. While she considered herself a dominant, the bull’s personality and physical power made him a force to be reckoned with. He was forceful, far beyond any other dom Anya had met, but knew how to precisely limit himself to only what Anya was able to take. At least, that was what the gryphon had assumed had happened, seeing as he pulled just before she blacked out. Perhaps that was an accident, but Anya couldn’t deny how she felt as he did the one thing she had never seen another dom do in her life; Act without restraint.

When it came to the BDSM clubs Anya frequented, everything done had to be checked and double checked before a dom did anything with their subs. Not in a literal sense, but in many ways subs were the ones really in control of the situation. They were the ones who allowed the doms to use them, and had complete say of when a dom would have to stop, thus the safe word. There had been more than one time that Anya herself had to quit dead in her tracks because one of her pony playthings became hesitant with the extent she wanted to take things, and it never exactly felt good to be told to stop when you were already limiting yourself to begin with.

Here though, the ‘doms’, or slavers as they actually were, had no such stipulations. They could and would do as they pleased, and you’d just have to grit and bare it as they did. By that descriptor alone, they were more dominant than any of Anya’s associates from the clubs, who only took power when it was given, and could have it taken away in a second. There was a primal appeal to be had in enforcing your will over another, as well as releasing your will to another, that was the most basic interpretation of why BDSM was enjoyable, but socially acceptable way to explore those kinks would always force one to never truly indulge in what it meant to be a submissive or a dominant. In that way, every member and worker of the society was more of a dom than those who only practiced it could ever be.

Anya also couldn’t deny that as she had her throat fucked, she was really getting into it, more so than any time prior when it came to sex, though she didn’t know why, since she believed herself to be a dom, who never enjoyed her times as a sub nearly as much as the times she was in power. She had to believe it went back to how forceful Rubric had been, since she didn’t know the truth about the chemicals making her feel this way. Whatever the reason, she wanted to know if it was a one time thing, or just a mere fluke, and there was only one way to find that out.

“Ore…” Anya muttered, hanging her head, still in the middle of her cock induced fit.

“What was that?” Rubic asked, noticing that Anya had said something, but not able to understand what it was she said, “You can’t possibly have said-.”

In a sudden act that displayed her own ability to be dominant, Anya brought all of her sputtering and coughing to a momentary hold, lifted her head to look Rubric in the eye, and said in the most commanding tone she could manage in her position “Ore!”

This time the message got across, and while taken aback by her attitude after being relentlessly fucked down her throat, her order was one Rubric was happy to follow. With a grip of her head feathers, the bulls sent himself back down the female avian’s esophagus, holding only enough back to not cause her body damage, though with no such consideration for the amount of pain he might cause by barging in so roughly.

As the cock filled Anya’s throat once more, she found that this time the pain was nearly non-existent. She felt something, but nothing that compared to the pleasure of having Rubric’s pillar of bull meat stuff the path to her stomach so thoroughly that it squeezed her airway shut. It was as her entire throat had suddenly gained the sensitivity of her pussy, spasming around its invader like it was experiencing an orgasm, though in reality it was just trying to expel the obstruction filling it to its limits. Her sense of taste was set ablaze as well, not from the salty taste of cock, but of the irony flavor of blood that was touching her tongue. The minotaur, in his initial entry, managed to cut himself on the gryphoness’ beak, deep enough that his life giving fluids were slowly dripping out of his cockhead. If this caused him any discomfort, he didn’t show it, but Anya, being the predatory creature she was, found the bovine blood to be yet another thrilling aspect of Rubric carelessly taking her as he pleased.

Every minute or so, the bull would periodically pull himself out of Anya, as to let her inhale enough air to prevent her from passing out, but then would shove himself back inside when he felt he’d given her a few too many seconds past what she needed. This made it so Anya had barely any time to relax, and was constantly being forced back into the action. The intensity and consistency was so much more than her senses could bare, that she managed to cum once or twice just from getting throat fucked, which was something she had heard stories of, but she never thought was truly possibly. Then again, she might still assume that after, as the heightened sensations of it all just merged together into one long string for forced ecstasy.

Inevitably, the minotaur likewise reached his limit, and with a final thrust that smooshed the tip of Anya’s beak into his abs, the head of his cock got as close to the entrance to her stomach as it could get, and released a thick flood of creamy cum down the female’s gullet. Teetering on the edge of pure bliss, the gryphoness detected something heavy begin to fill her belly, spreading a new sensation of warmth into her core, that only became bigger when with each twitch of the dick shafting her throat. As the volume of the fluids pouring into her increased, her stomach found itself swelling up, rounding out to a nicely full and plump visage, as if the avian had just finish gorging herself on a delicious feast.

As things proceeded, the feeling of comfort began to shift, as what was a delightful sensation of warmth overcoming her body, started to turn into a disgusting feeling of something traveling up her food tube. The bull was cumming too much, and the limited space in her stomach had become occupied. With the bull still releasing spurt after spurt of semen into her, the fluid had to go somewhere, and the path of least resistance was back up the path it came from. Ayna, slipping out of her pleasure hazed thoughts, made an attempt to get the cumming cock out of her, but Rubric’s hand held her far too tightly for that to be possible, and a moment later a burst of the minotaur’s spunk exploded out any gaps in the avain’s beak, including out through her nostrils, the sperm so abundant that it quickly caused her sinuses to get clogged up, and even managed to get a small portion of the substance to leak out from Anya’s eyes as stingingly salty tears.

At that point, Rubric knew that he could go no further without endangering the female, if he hadn’t already. If it hadn’t been for his dick closing her wind pipe entirely, there was a good chance that Anya could have drowned on the amount of cum he was releasing, so as his orgasm came to the one minute mark, he pulled himself out completely, cock still spewing cum like a faucet, coating the gryphon’s throat even further than it had been, and finishing off by pouring a concealing amount right into her face once the penis was fully retrieved. The only thing Anya could do in response to this mistreatment was expel as much of the jism from her guts as she could, bending forward, a small waterfall flowing out of her mouth with the speed of molasse. This gross process of emptying herself was only delayed when the feline fowl had to take in a breath of air, Anya finding the will to stifle herself for a moment to take in fresh oxygen, before continuing to get to a point where she could handle the volume of bull milk inside her body.

“Holy shit!” Anya heard from some place in the room, another minotaur taking notice of what Rubric had done, “I can’t believe she’s still able to hold herself up after that.”

Anya had managed to stay kneeling of her own power, Rubric having removed his hands from her at the same time he removed his cock. While she had been used, she had yet to be truly dominated, her defiance against the current aches and pains going through her being proving that.

The loud declaration from the random bull drew in the attention of others, both minotaur and their slaves, and before long a crowd started to form. They were all a bit impressed, partially what Rubric had managed to do to Anya, and partially with Anya for managing to take it as well as she did. The bovines started sharing words of praise for Rubric among one another, as well as openly expressing a want to use Anya as he had. Anya had to scoff internally at the notion, as at that moment she felt like she’d never allow a minotaur to ever fuck her throat again, as terrible as the aftermath was.

Anya retained her status as a spectacle for as long as it took her to cough up enough cum for her stomach to lose some of its roundness, at which point she found it harder and harder to get even more of the stuff out of her as it stuck to her insides. The amount was manageable though, so she was able to recover enough to return to breathing normally, though she still felt like crap.

Unfortunately, the throat fucking of the gryphon’s life wasn’t the only thing on the docet, and upon her recover, Rubric decided to proceed. He grabbed her by the feathers sticking out on her head, pulled her right off the dildo she had been straddling, and took her to the bench where Bacchus had been sitting. Without so much of a word, the minotaur tossed her body across the plank of wood, her waist landing over the smaller length of it, while her upper torso hung over one side, and her legs the other. This made it so her ass was placed precariously up in the air, but Anya did nothing to change this. She could see what was coming next, as it was always going to be the end goal of the bet. The bull was ready to use her pussy, it being the true prize of any submissive female.

Seeing Rubric take a place behind her, Anya faced forward, staring at the floor, awaiting round two with the monster cock to begin. She heard a bit of shifting go on from behind, along with some more mixed mutterings from the audience they had acquired, and that was enough for her to know the bull was positioning himself for penetration. Soon the slime covered dick would be forced inside, and she’d have to endure it again, in a different hole. At the feeling of a hand gripping her ass by both cheeks, Anya clenched her eyes and braces for a secondary ravaging, hoping the cum and saliva coating his shaft, and the lubrication still lingering in her vaginal passage, would be enough to make the process as easy as it could conceivably be.

At the first sense of something touching her pussy, the gryphon’s resistance faltered ever so slightly, her pussy flinching in response. If Rubric noticed, the gryphon never knew, as the next thing she felt was a sizable object entering her now loosened snatch with relative ease. It was thick, as she had expected, and very slippery as it delved deeply inside, finding the path fairly inviting after having to accommodate the huge sex toy prior. As it traveled through her insides, it sent a strange sensation of pleasure into Anya’s mind, a combination of a slithering sickening feeling, and pure euphoria as the piece of meat touched every surface of Anya’s pussy at once.

For the most part, it was enjoyable, but there was something off about the pleasure Anya found herself feeling, something more than the thought that this should have been hurting her. The thing inside her didn’t feel like the firm shaft that had railed her throat earlier. In fact, it felt rather... malleable, having a lot to give to it when Anya’s pussy clenched around it in response to the pleasure it was getting.

While assessing this odd quality of the dick inside her, something unexpected happened, as the organ suddenly bent upwards inside her. Not in a way where it was moving in a curved trajectory, but in that it decided to move the front half of itself upwards, while the rest of it stayed at the angle it was at. The motion made Anya jump a little, from how unexpected it was, and that it sent a shock through her spine, forcing her to involuntarily moan as well. With that, Anya had to know what Rubric was doing, and how he did that movement with his cock. Opening her eyes, and looking behind her, she didn’t see the bull standing there, his crotch pressed into hers. Instead she caught him kneeling down, face against her slit, muzzle pushing into the space between her legs. It took her a moment of observation to get what was happening, but she managed to get it just as another shock hit her ever weakening consciousness, a strong wriggling occurring inside her snatch. That wasn’t the bull’s dick in her… It was his tongue.

Feeling every bit as girthy as the penis she had in her earlier, the tongue filled her female flesh cavity tightly, while having the kind of dexterity a cock could never have. Rubric could flick its tip, flex it, send ripples down its length, flatten it out, and make it solid at will. With this in mind, Anya was sent into her first orally induced orgasm, her still stiff wings flapping by themselves with enough force that her upper half was lifted off the ground. She might have even taken off, if not for Rubric keeping her grounded with his grip, not allowing Anya to escape him now that the next part of her domination had begun.

The gryphon’s vaginal nerves flared up wildly, her inner walls being manipulated in ways she could have never dreamed of. She had been licked down there before, but never so deeply, meticulously, or intensely. When the minotaur moved his tongue, the rest of her passage had to follow, moving around parts of her insides in the process. Not just that, but Rubric had ground the most sensitive spot within her, discovering it the moment she climaxed all over his oral organ. Sometimes he’d run a portion of his tongue over the G-spot, other times he’d focus on it with his tip, and others he’d push right into it several times in a row to make Anya scream out in bursts of uncontrolled lust. It would have been bad enough had she simply had to endure some powerful object teasing her insides, but the ruiner potion was intensifying everything she felt to degrees that risked frying her brain from the sheer amount of sparks flowing into it. It was a pleasure so mind numbingly strong that it turned to agony, then doubled back into pure pleasure, and then back into utter torment in an infinite cycle of polar opposites.

Anya howled like an animal, restrained and held, drool dripping out the side of her beak, with eyes rolling up into her skull. She could almost feel portions of her consciousness being destroyed as climax after climax tore her world asunder, while another part of the potion she had unwittingly drunk counteracted what should have been permanent damage by holding all those pieces together. The screams and flailing even got Rubric a little worried, as from his perspective, he had in his command the most sensitive female he had ever encountered. This didn’t prevent him from continuing, as if the gryphon got her mind destroyed by this, it would only be her fault, and if she became damaged by his sexual technique, then he’d just have to keep the foolish gryphon as a pet. In some ways, that idea only motivated the minotaur to keep going, as he had no qualms in breaking a female who took a risk, and flew too close to the sun.

Becoming a prisoner in her own body, Anya could only endure the extreme session of cunniligus for its duration, cumming more times than she could have counted in the pleasure induced delirium she was in. Over what felt like days of endless sensation, Anya had her pussy cleaned out, reshaped time and again, and explored so far that for the second time in her life she had something invade the sanctity of her womb.Only when the minotaur tired, and retrieved his tongue from her body, did her mind step back from the brink of oblivion, the fragments of her psyche coming back together to form a whole. However, things were not quite the same when she returned as when she left.

Her body had become fairly moist, a thin layer of sweat covering her body, forming small beads of it on small parts of her fur and feathers. The pace of her breathing had increased till she was outright hyperventilating, her lungs desperately expelling and inhaling air to keep up with an immense demand for oxygen needed to maintain her heightened state of stimulation. That was just her body compensating with all the new and powerful sensations though, cooling her off and increasing its metabolism to prevent a complete system shutdown.

What wasn’t part of her body’s natural functions though was the object she could now feel going down her throat, as a plastic tub had been shoved into it at some point during her black out, going no further than Rubric’s dick had earlier, and leading out of her beak to an Antlearten stationed nearby. The buck was holding the tube in one hand, elevating it upwards, while funneling in bottles of water at a slow pace, another deer handing him a fresh bottle whenever he ran out.

The gryphon made an angry noise at the stag, which was distinct enough from her moans that it caught his attention. “Oh, you’re back with us.” he said, then noticed that her eyes were shifting from him to the tube, “We noticed you were losing a lot of fluids, so we didn’t want you to get dehydrated.”

Anya didn’t think that she had sweated enough to warrant this intrusion of her body, but the issue wasn’t her sweat, but the amount of water her body lost due to her multiple orgasms. She wasn’t aware yet, but she had created a fairly large puddle of viscous fluids, and that was after Rubric had swallowed a good portion of what she produced.

“We also gave you a mild sedative to slow down your brain activity, which seems to have gotten the results we wanted,” the deer went on to say, noting how Anya was now responsive again.

Anya wasn’t too pleased that she had been drugged without her knowledge, but she was hardly in a position to do something about it. She also assumed that it was a common practice the slavers did when dealing with their slaves, so in a way she should’ve know prior that it could have happened.

Giving a sigh, both of exasperation and enjoyment, her body covered in the afterglow of her world shattering climaxes, Anya relaxed herself, believing that she had a moment to do so. She gulped down a few more pints of water, and listened to the crowd around her applaud Rubric for his display.

“Can’t believe you held that up for a whole thirty minutes,” one minotaur said to Rubric, who only gave a pleased smirk in response.

Anya, hearing this, gave herself a small laugh. He had only been delving inside of her with his tongue for thirty minutes, and pleasured her so well that it caused time to dilate in her perception. She had to give the minotaur credit, as no partner she had prior could accomplish such a feat. The gryphon had to give herself some credit too, as she would have never assumed she could have endured something like that without going crazy, but somehow she managed to not suffer any mental damage from having her senses overloaded for minutes on end. At least, not that she could tell.

Overall, she was worn out, but it was a good kind of worn out, so she wanted to believe. She couldn’t help but smile around her gag, that was until she heard Rubric say to her, “Ready for the next round?”. Those words instantly wiped the smile from her face, as she realized something terrible. The minotaur’s act of cunnilingus had only been thirty minutes, and the throat fucking before hand was less time than that. Rubric still had hours to do with her as he pleased, and it sounded like he wasn’t nearly as tired as she was. Feeling a hand grip both her wings at the base, the gryphoness lamented that the worst was yet to come, as she was lifted up off the bench and to her feet.