Being pulled up from the bench she had been laying upon, Anya could hardly find the energy to do more than squawk like a panicked parakeet around the tube that was still stuck within her throat.

Anya had just gone through the harshest internal tongue lashing in her life, yet while her body and mind had been pushed beyond their limits, her temporary master was far from satisfied. If this were one of the BDSM parties she frequently attended, then the other people there would have taken note of how tired she was, and put a stop to any more activities with her, but these minotaur slavers didn’t care in the slightest. They were more than happy to keep going, until they got what they desired, and in some ways that made the situation for the gryphon both terrifying, and surprisingly kinda hot in her mind.

“Want us to soak her down?” one of the other minotaur asked Rubric, coming from the crowd that was now formed around the bull and his bird.

“I’ll let her decide that,” Rubric said, suddenly releasing the wing bones he had been holding.

With practically no strength to keep herself standing, Anya found herself falling forward to the floor, only able to catch herself by falling onto her knees in a slump. The motion of her body falling caused the gryphon’s head to go up for a moment, only to go back down in a tilt once her body had gone into a kneeling sit.

“That looked like a nod to me!” said one of the minotaur in the wall of beef circled around Anya, following his words with a bucket full of water that he splashed over her.

It was cold, not reaching icy levels, but enough to spark some more life out of the avian as it hit her, with a few more buckets of water following that helped that process further. Once they were done, her body had most of the grimy sweat knocked off it, and she felt a spring of energy burst from somewhere hidden within her, her mind now fully awake.

With this small bit of empowerment, Anya took a moment to look at those who assaulted her with the water, or at least the crowd they easily mixed in with. In the state she was in, her forced awareness just barely overcame her mental fatigue, it was not easy to tell one minotaur apart from the rest. When one stepped into her view from behind though, she knew exactly who that was.

“I asked you a question earlier,” Rubric said, not even bothering to lower himself down to her level. Had Anya wanted to look him in the face, she would have had to tilt her head back so far that she’d be looking at the ceiling. “Are you able to continue? While I still wish to use your body for my desire, it would be a shame if you were too weak to endure what I can do to you.”

Anya listened closely to Rubric’s words, and they were not ones of care or concern, as one might believe, but a challenge. The minotaur might have honestly wanted to not cause her harm, for a variety of reasons, but this felt more like a test, not of her body, but her will. A form of hazing, to see if he could break her, to see what she could take before she’d just give up, or maybe just to have her give up, only to continue anyways. In a twisted way, it motivated her to keep going, though she knew she really was at the brink of collapse. Perhaps she was curious too, of just how far she could be pushed before it became too much. So with a few nods of her head, the gryphon gave her consent to go forward with her violation, whether it was needed or not.

Rubric, catching her nodding, huffed in reply, seeing that this female wasn’t as weak as many others he had encountered as a slaver. That was at the very least interesting, so he was willing to let things continue, if the avian was so intent on putting herself through more torment. He was tired of being the one doing all the work though, so he decided to make things easier for the cat bird to please him of her own accord.

“Bacchus,” he said, looking to his associate, who was still watching from the bench, with Flauta, the donkey he had as a slave, sitting at his side, waiting for the moment she would be needed by him, “Come help our new employee to her feet.

“Sure thing, boss.” said the other minotaur, rising from his seat. He went right behind Anya, wrapped his fingers around her collar firmly enough to get a good grip, then lifted her up as if she weighed less than a feather.

Having had a moment to rest, if even briefly, Anya was able to remain shakingly standing of her own power, though Bacchus kept his hand on her collar in case her legs decided to fail her again. It was pretty much expected, seeing how much abuse the space between her thighs had received in such a short time. As he held her into a straight up stance though, Rubric took the time to remove some of the things that had been used on her up to this point, starting with the zip cuffs that had been put around her wrists.

All it took was the pressing of a button at the center of them to release the straps holding the gryphon’s talons together, and once removed, he went for her beak. Not to remove her gag, as he still preferred her to be unable to speak her mind, but to remove the tube in her throat that had been used to pour water directly into her stomach. All it took was a single tug once he had ahold of it, and it came out in one solid motion, causing Anya to cough a few times as her neck was voided.

“Stop your sputtering,” Rubric commanded, “You have proven that you can handle more than that down your throat.” Anya knew the minotaur was right, but it was hard to resist a natural reaction like coughing when something moved through your esophagus. “I think she can stay standing on her own,” Rubric proceeded to say to his associate, “Go ahead and return to your seat. I’ll be joining you in a moment.”

Bacchus lifted an eyebrow at the order, “You really just wanted me to get her back to her feet? Laaaame.” Despite declaring his distaste for being used for such a pointless task, the minotaur obeyed, and went back to the bench where his donkey was waiting.

“As for you,” Rubric said, addressing Anya once more, “It looks like one of us doesn’t know the limits your body can take. I’m willing to believe that’s you, but I don’t mind you being stubborn for my benefit.”

The bull’s phrasing annoyed Anya a little, but she couldn’t fully disagree with what he was saying. She was being stubborn, even if his previous offer was actually just a trap to have her submit, her refusal to give in put her in no better position than if she had. On Rubric’s end, he didn’t even look upset, and why would he? It was the same situation in reverse, as if he intended to keep fucking her, then it made no difference if she admitted her body couldn’t take it or not. No matter what, he would have the pleasure of being inside the gryphon.

Before saying anything else, Rubric walked past the avian, which prompted her to turn around to follow where he was heading, his destination being the bench, to do as he said prior and join Bacchus in sitting upon it. It was at this time that Anya was reminded that Rubric was completely naked, his body bare of all coverings, and his dick hanging semi-erect from between his legs. With all the things that she had been put through, it had momentarily slipped her mind that all the occupants of the room were nude, save for Gilda, who was the only one who hadn’t partaken in any sexual activity that day.

Having noticed this once more, she also took in how he was fairly attractive. She hardly knew the bull, and his personality seemed to be that of a dominant dickhole, the type who liked to throw his weight around like he owned the place, but physically speaking he was easy on the eyes. Tone muscles, huge cock, and a face that she found handsome, for that of a bovine. The gryphoness hadn’t really gotten a full view of him since they started, always being too close or at a bad angle, but having the full picture of him, she could spot some qualities of him that she liked, both his looks and the sheer dominance he displayed.

“It’s time you put some effort of your own into your punishment,” Rubric said, displaying the part of his personality Anya didn’t enjoy, his disrespectful treatment of her, “So far I’ve done everything, so you can come her, and show me if you know how to please a man without being treated like a masturbation tool.”

Anya could see this was the reason her arms had been released, as she would need to use them to do the task she was given. Her first thought was that she would need her talons to work his cock back to full erection, but as she approached him, she found that his dick swelled up on its own, like it knew she was coming for it. By the time she got within a few inches from the minotaur, it was nearly at an upright stand, only tilted forward a little due to Rubric sitting down.

“Now that your pussy has gotten it’s stretching exercises out of the way,” Rubric said, reaching forward to give the soft lips between Anya’s thighs a quick rub, “It’s time to put it to good use, don’t you think?”

Anya shuddered, unable to quell her reaction as she suffered that strange level of sensitivity that had overcome her since the start. To her, it was like anything the minotaur did to her was the best version of that interaction she had ever had. Thankfully, the sedative she was given calmed the effects of the ruiner potion secretly given to her, so while her sense of touch was still heighted to a point that she couldn’t deny the pleasure, she wasn’t sent to the point of seeing stars by a simple rub.

“I asked you a question,” Rubric said, expecting a reply from what Anya had believed to be a rhetorical question. She gave him a couple quick nods, which made him bring his hand back to his body. “Then show me how much stamina you have left, and if you can manage to last, then maybe I’ll give you a reward.”

The gryphoness understood that the reward was most likely ‘more sex’, but the task given to her was still something she had to do. Without needing any further instructions, Anya took Rubric’s cock in hand, finding it as firm as before, and tilted it down a little more before climbing up into his lap. With a good amount of care, she aligned his privates with her own. Rubric, seeing the gryphon having a bit of trouble getting it inside, even with her pre-penetrated pussy, placed his hands on her hips, gripping them tight, and with only a brief pause to give Anya enough time to understand what was happening, thrust himself inside the half-cat, half-bird with little restraint.

The room flashed out of existence for a split second, Anya’s mind almost going to a complete blank again as the bull crashed through her vaginal passage, getting her legs to spread around his muscular waist, as the massive meat rod made its way through her cervix, making it the second thing to make it that deep inside her body. It was a spectacular, if painful, feeling, but the moment that Rubric had given her prior gave Anya the opportunity to prepare mentally, so her perception didn’t go blank for more than a moment before she was able to regain her faculties, and regain control of her cock stuffed body.

Raising her arms up, she placed her talons on Rubric’s shoulders, using them for balance, so she could move her form up and down his cock, at a slow, but steady pace. Pleased with her actions, Rubric removed his own hands, and let her go about performing her given objective at her leisure.

Rubric wasn’t the only one happy with the gryphon’s efforts, as the other minotaur in the room were getting aroused at the sight of her mature avian body straddling the bull’s dick as well. It wasn’t often that a female had sex with a minotaur under their own power, at least not without immense training and chemicals to aid them, and seeing a female with the physical and mental fortitude to go through it without any form of assistance was exciting. Some took it upon themselves to go back to screwing their own captive slaves while watching the gryphon get fucked, while others were content with just observing for the time being. Whatever they chose to do, most of the eyes in the room were set on seeing how far the gryphon would push herself, or how far Rubric would take it.

“You’re really making me jealous,” Bacchus said, sitting right next to the scene, the only thing between him and Rubric being his donkey girl, “You’ve got yourself a nice piece of puss like that, and all I have is this mule here.”

He delivered a hard smack to Flauta’s flank at the end of his sentence, forcing a bray from her mouth in surprise. After the embarrassing outburst, she replied to her captor by saying, “I’m sorry, sir. I know I’m not as pretty or sexy as the gryphon.”

It was a little sad seeing the donkey put herself down like that, no doubt something the minotaur demanded of her, but Anya didn’t have time to be concerned for her, not when she had to concentrate on pleasing the dick crammed inside her.

“Yeah, but you still have your uses,” Bacchus said, “So why don’t you put yourself to use and get on my dick like the gryphon?”

“Oh!” Flauta exclaimed, her normally drooping ears shooting up in surprise for a second when she picked up on what the minotaur wanted. Without any question, she climbed up into her keeper’s lap like Anya had done with Rubric, taking Bacchus’ cock and aiming it to the slit between her legs.

“No, no, not there…” Bachus said, his tone condescending, “Use the best part of your body to get me off.” The donkey looked confused at the request, not sure without direct command which part of her was the best part. Bacchus rolled his eyes, as if she should have been aware of what he meant. “Your ass, you ass.”

Before Flauta could even try to change her position, the minotaur cupped the cheeks of her butt, lifted her up by them, and used his grasp to pull the two rounded pieces of fat apart from one another. Flauta gasped as the space between them became exposed to all the minotaur and slaves watching around them, and barely had time to form a blush on her face before having her rump dropped down on Bacchus’ cock, which was a bit smaller than Rubric’s, but none the less impressive when compared to the small frame of the female it was entering.

Unlike Anya, who had managed to be impaled in silent shock, Flauta let out an extended moan as her O-ring was made to expand widely to engulf the minotaur mast. The sounds the donkey made in her dismay caught Anya’s attention, and as she started her slow rhythm of moving her body along the penis filling her insides, she found her eyes drawn to Flauta, particularly to the area she had been penetrated, and the thing she had been penetrated with. Anya was no stranger to anal sex, but she had her limits, since the hole was not as easily gotten into as its front facing counterpart. That the donkey girl could fit so much inside such a tight hole got Anya a little flustered, as she didn’t think she could do the same if she was in Flauta’s position.

“Start moving,” said Bacchus, having embedded himself deep inside his slave, giving her another slap for motivation, which the donkey quickly moved to obey, lifting her rump up off his crotch, only to lower it back down, giving whispered groans as her intestines felt the large object moving back and forth inside them.

“You got her settled in?” Rubric asked, keeping a hand on Anya’s rear, mostly to give it something to do as the gryphon rode his shaft.

“I think she’s in a good position,” Bacchus replied, his eyes not leaving the girl, enjoying the sight of her efforts to please him.

“Then we need to talk,” Rubric said, “As much as I hate to say this, we’ve been getting a bit lax working at this slave training center.”

“Not bringing in as many slaves as usual?” Bacchus asked, finally turning to look at Rubric, showing concern when it came to a possible loss of revenue through the lack of a slaver’s only product.

“A little,” Rubric replied, “But not outside of expected margins. Our real problem is that our competitors have been increasing their output. I’m sure you’ve heard of all the successful raids recently.”

“Hard not to, when our men have been buying some of the spoils of those raids for personal use,” Bacchus replied, looking at some of the slaves contained within the minotaur locker room, “Two deer tribes, and the kirins. Those were some highly valued captures, and were sure to have fetched the raid chiefs a shiny pile of gold.”

“And their sections of the slave ring are sure to keep a good share of the females for themselves for years to come,” Rubric added, “Selling only a few at inflated prices, while breeding the rest in their private breederies to maintain a large market share of their claimed species.”

Anya had to pause hearing the two minotaur talk, wanting to take in what she was hearing, but having trouble doing so as constant sensations kept shooting through the nerves in her body. From what she believed she overheard, some of those captured by The Society were not simply individuals who were kidnapped away from their cities, but that their cities had been raided and possibly taken over completely. It puzzled her how the minotaur could pull that off, even though both Rubric and Schorl had mentioned that Anya would eventually have to participate in these raids herself. Not because she didn’t believe that the minotaur couldn’t pull off something like that, but because she assumed such raids were happening outside of Equestria. Inside of Equestria, it seemed like an impossible task to pull off, taking over a whole city or enslave an entire race of creatures, as the nation on the whole was under the protection of the alicorns. If an attack on one of its towns or micro nations occurred, surely it wouldn’t go unnoticed. Yet the proof of it happening was present in the room, as the Thicket deer and Kirin were now the captives of The Society.

“So do we have any plans to keep us competing with the other lead slavers?” Bacchus said, making it clear to Anya that he wasn’t the brains of the operation.

“The problem is that we have too much sunk into this training facility at the moment.” Rubric replied, “When I was brought into this deal with Sartek, he promised me first pick for hunting and hiring contracts, and while this place has been a steady source of gold, it hasn’t granted the big bursts that comes from these raids. It sounded like a great idea to have most of my men work here when raids weren’t an option, but with us spending most of our time here, I missed the news when…” Rubric stopped speaking for a moment, finally noticing that Anya had ceased her movements, “Did I say you could stop?”

Anya shook her head no, and quickly started moving again, trying to make up for her slacking. She hoped she didn’t get caught ease dropping, as she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be listening in. She was, afterall, only a new employee under Rubric, probably just meant to take orders and not ask questions.

“You wanted to know what we were talking about, didn’t you?” Rubric said, figuring out what was going on fairly fast.

Anya, having been found out, stopped again, and looked the bull in the face. Seeing no reason to lie, especially since that would be an open sign of fear for the bull, she made an “Uh-huh” sound from her forced open beak.

“Fine, I will explain a bit,” said Rubric, “But you’re to keep moving those hips as I do. You are on my time, not the other way around.” Anya gave the bull a nod, getting back to her given task, which the bull saw as her understanding what the cost of information would be, “For starters, I am not the only minotaur slave master working at this facility. Several factions of slavers have invested their time and manpower into this place, in the hopes that it would be profitable for them, in both gold and new products that they can circulate through our homelands.”

“We are just one of- uff… a couple dozen minotaur slave trade groups that- haa… are invested in The Society,” Bacchus said, grunting as the donkey grinded her ass on his cock.

“My group consist of the minotaur present in this chamber,” Rubric continued, “This being our personal changing area, which leads into our personal living quarters. There are a few more of us still working at the moment, but this is pretty much all of us.”

“And each group… oh gosh that’s good. Keep it up, slut.” said Bacchus, whispering the second part to his slave, “Ehem… Each group is being subcontracted by Sartek, the mmmmmm-”

“The minotaur who acts as bodyguard of the Society’s Head Mistress,” Rubric said, seemingly tired of Bacchus’ distracted speech, “I was the first slave master he came to, and I leaped on the chance to make more coin in what was essentially a raiding drought. It was fine for a while, but then some of the other slave masters were issued raiding permits to invade and enslave several cities that had been considered off limits prior.”

Anya was having trouble taking everything the two minotaur were saying in, her body having gone into orgasm in between the few sentences the bulls had said since she had started working her hips. What she did manage to hear left her with several questions, none of which she could ask with her mouth in its current condition. One she could figure out herself though, that being which races had been captured, which she recalled that it was the kirin and two separate deer tribes that had been taken. She assumed that meant the Thicket deer and the Antlerteans. The other major question was more of a curiosity she had in the idea of a ‘raid permit’, which implied some higher level of government with the minotaur that limited how they could enslave others. Anya had believed they were just a barbarian culture that did as they pleased, and were somehow really successful in the capturing of other creatures, but the more she learned, the more in depth the bovine’s culture of slavery became to her.

“So now,” said Rubric, not pausing for a second for his explanation, “Our group needs to find a way to make up the difference, before we are left in the dust by the other groups. That’s why I’ve hired a bunch of gryphons like yourself, as you’re not just inherently good hunters, but your kind are less suspicious moving around Equestria in large groups than a herd of minotaur.”

“And that’s how we’ve made a bunch of our extra money so far,” Bacchus interjected once more, but this time trying harder to contain his enjoyment of the ass he was fucking, “By sending you out to kidnap ponies for this place. We aren’t the only ones who have hired gryphons, though. Others have done the same, but we have a good majority of the contracts, and that gives us a little bit of an advantage.”

“An advantage that is limited, due to us not being allowed to capture ponies as freely as those with raiding permits can. That’s on purpose, as The Society doesn’t want to draw a lot of attention to itself, and neither does Minopolis, but it doesn’t help my business in the slightest.”

“So what do we do?” Bacchus said, getting back to the question he asked earlier, “Have you looked into getting us a permit yet?”

“I have,” Rubric said, addressing the other minotaur, “But I was told we weren’t going to be able to get one for months. I’ve been promised that it would be for a highly valued and sought after species, who we’d be more than able to capture without issue, but that wait doesn’t help us right now. So I have another plan.”

“Which is?” Bacchus asked, the question being the obvious one after such a statement.

“I’m looking into buying imports from another slaver outside of Minopolis.” Rubric explained, “Its unconventional, but the Crystal Mare was able to set up a connection for me to exploit for the time being, since Sartek promised me first picks of anything involving The Society.”

“So you’re buying slaves, and then selling them at a marked up price?” Bacchus asked, figuring out his boss’ plan, “That’s not exactly a very profitable way of running a slave ring.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Rubric reassured, “The slaver is from a land where a bag of coins looks like a mountain, and the creatures he will bring in are exotic enough that I’ll be the first one in Minopolis to have them. It should be more than enough to suffice until the big raid.” With his plan explained to the point Rubric felt fit, he returned his attention directly to Anya, who was still diligently pumping his penis into her pussy.

While he had been speaking to his fellow minotaur, he felt Anya’s vaginal walls spasm in climax several times, the constant rubbing of his shaft against them an impossible sensation to resist for the avian. On his end, however, not even a drop of cum had left his cock to spill into her vulnerable womb. It was not a fault of the gryphon’s that she couldn’t make him cum, but due to his own mental discipline, as leaders of slaver factions would undergo training to stifle their climaxes at will, ignoring the pleasure they received in order to increase their own sexual stamina, and assert a form of dominance over those they physically conquered.

Mostly, it helped those who practiced the skill keep their dicks from deflating after cumming, which prolonged their ability to stay erect over a long period of time. It was a cruel trick to give a slave the task of making their master cum, usually under the threat of punishment, just to make the given order virtually impossible. They would try and struggle all they could to force the cum to come out, becoming increasingly desperate to avoid whatever their owner had planned for them if they failed, with no feasible way around it, only for the slave master to release their semen after a given time limit.

Anya was under no such stipulation, but she none the less put great effort into trying to get him off, for what the minotaur assumed was due to a sense of pride. She had some degree of sexual training herself, that much he could determine from what little time he had with her thus far. She wasn’t embarrassed to be stripped and bound, and she her body could take things that would have made an inexperienced creature pass out from exertion. She must have had experience with bigger cocks too, as her pussy didn’t tear when taking his shaft, without the need of any medical assistance. Such ability would have made her an excellent breeding slave, as with more training she could possibly reach points where her stamina matched that of a minotaur, and it just was more pleasurable to fuck something that didn’t require the elasticity potion to comfortably accept a large cocks.

As skilled as she was though, she was succumbing to the intense feelings of pain and pleasure his cock was delivering upon her, her breathing becoming labored, her body trembling with her rapidly tiring movements, a certain subtle look of worry reflecting in her eyes as she saw she was making no progress. Her morale was lowering fast, as the pride in her sexual talents deminished, as well as her determination and ego. Slowly, but surely, she was slipping into the realm of defeat, with each orgasm making her question how much longer she could keep this up without break.

This was exactly what Rubric wanted, to make this outwardly strong female doubt, if only a little. Not to the point of breaking her, as he needed her to retain some confidence, seeing as she would be working as a slave hunter under him, but enough to get her to submit to his will as a superior. He needed his employees to not act on their own, as both Gilda and Anya had done by fighting with one another and starting the bet that led to this situation. Really, he probably needed to give Gilda the same attitude adjustment for her part in the bet, but this was the first time she had expressed what minotaur saw as ‘typical gryphon behaviors’ with such an intensity, and it seemed to only be brought on because she and Anya had some sort of history. Still, he’d have to keep an eye on the younger gryphoness to see if her ego would get out of control after having defeated Anya so thoroughly.

He’d worry about Gilda further on down the road, as now he had to make sure his newest underling wouldn’t cause any more disturbances with anyone else in his employ. So, seeing that she had reached her limit, Rubric slid his arms under her legs, lifting her up as he he stood up. Anya was surprised by this sudden shift in position, now held in Rubric’s arms, his palms cupping her back, fingers circling around the waist till they nearly met at her stomach. With her body in this angle, Anya couldn’t continue her motions, which was fine with her, seeing how tired she had become. All control of what happened was in Rubric’s hands, which he used to lift her body up off his shaft ever so slowly.

The gryphoness could tell what the minotaur was doing, taking back control of their fucking, and to some degree she welcomed what was to come. When he pushed her back down on his cock, thrusting into her as she came down, a now familiar mix of pain and pleasure filled her core, her womb receiving the brute force of his head barreling into it again. The sensation of climax as her pussy was pummeled by penis was starting to become addictive, but that was only one reason why she was happy the minotaur was taking charge again. To her, she believed this was him bringing her suffering to a close, tired of waiting for his own climax, which had to be building all this time. Soon he would come inside her, and that would be the end of it.

While Anya was bracing for what she believed would be her final climax at the hands of the minotaur, Rubric looked over at one of the minotaur in the crowd of bystanders watching his display, who had a well lubricated dick from throat fucking his own zebra femcolt during the show. Rubric waited till he knew the other minotaur was watching him, in between being throated by the striped stallion, and silently turned his head to gesture him over.

The minotaur didn’t notice at first, but a second gesture caught his attention. Pointing to himself, the random minotaur was given a nod, which in turn put a huge smile on his face. Immediately he pulled his zebra off his saliva covered cock, and took the sex organ in hand at the base as he gingerly walked over to the scene at the center of everyone’s attention.

Anya, too distracted by the cock inside her, didn’t even notice this, her eyes trained on Rubric’s face as she was bounced up and down countless times. She didn’t even notice when Rubric slipped his hands down to her ass, gripping and parting her cheeks for the newcomer to their public display. It was only when Rubric paused for a moment that she even began to wonder if something was wrong, and that was only a second before something hard and wet pushed against her back passage. When another set of hands gripped her by the waist, Anya had little time to do anything but come to the realization of what was going on, before being unceremoniously shoved onto another cock, while still being impaled on the first one. The new shaft wasn’t nearly as big as Rubric’s, but it was still bigger than anything else she had pushed inside that hole. Big enough to make her screech out in agony, and shed a few tears as she felt small tears form inside her intestines. She was completely unprepared for this kind of penetration, unlike when the bull had let her practice her pussy on the sex toy, and with two increadibly large flesh rods inside her, she was finding it hard to even breathe properly.

It was clear that she was in pain, but the two minotaurs could care less about how she felt. Their pleasure was all that mattered now, and when Rubric gave the go ahead, they both pressed tightly into the gryphoness between them, and their muscular bodies smooshing her between them as they started their off rhythm thrusts with one another.

There was nothing Anya could do to escape the assault going on inside her body, the two cocks barraging her from the front and back, the potion inside her sending her into a series of orgasms that from the sheer sensation of her body being used as a sheath for these two huge dicks inside her. Though her arms and legs free, the gryphon could do little to fight off the two bulls with her awareness slipping into a state of bliss, giving tired kicks with her cat legs to Rubric’s hips, her claws unable to get through his dense fur. She was trapped, the intense pleasure that had coated her body mixing with suffering, the likes she hadn’t anticipated up to this point, as she never expected Rubric to share her body with another minotaur. Her body was turning into a prison for her consciousness, not responding to her will, as it spasmed nearly nonstop in both her pussy and anus, bringing these brutes heightened pleasure as they battered her insides.

Finally seeing despair come to Anya’s face as she was sent into agonizing climax after agonizing climax, Rubric had gotten out of the avian what he desired, a visual acceptance of absolute defeat. With a few more thrusts, he released the mental blocks on his own climax, and finally came inside the gryphon for a second time. Quickly his cum poured into her, coating her womb in the white gunk, eventually filling the area as it had no other place to escape to. Feeling the spasming from both the bird and the other bull, the new minotaur also reached a quick climax, releasing his own load of jism inside, the salty sperm coating the avian’s flesh tunnels and seeping into the tears he had created with his crude, unchecked ramming of Anya’s ass.

Anya, feeling the two bulls cum inside her, her body being held in their strong hands, could only cry streams and catch try to her breath. Their cocks were still resting inside of her, but slowly deflating, the rigidness turning back into soft flesh, which allowed the cum inside her to find other places to be, and eventually find enough space to leak out her abused holes. While she cried, she had not been reduced to outright sobs, and her tears were only those that anyone would form under extreme duress and torment. Regardless of how strong she was, or how willful she could be, there were simply limits a creature of her size and strength could endure before their bodies did things against their will.

“Ok, who’s next?” Rubric called out to the crowd, pulling out of the gryphon, causing his semen to spill out of Anya, right onto the stone floor.

Minotaur hands began to raise, each wanting to be the next one selected. Not everyone was enthused by this announcement though, as Anya, in her already beaten state, let out a low moan of disapproval.

When Rubric heard this, he looked back at the gryphon and said sternly, “Don’t complain now. You made a bet to do as I wanted you to do till tomorrow, and I want you to learn a good lesson about what happens when you fight with your co-workers and lose. So by my command, you’re to fuck every minotaur who wishes to use you till your time is up.”

As Rubric finished speaking, the minotaur that had used Anya’s ass, who was still holding her upright as the gryphoness no longer had the ability to do so on her own, handed her off to another Minotaur who took the initiative to just walk over and take the next spot. Knowing the female would be far too tired to do anything after the dicking she received, he grasped her by the arms, and once the first bovine let go, used them as a handle with one hand to bend Anya over and hold her up by, while using his other to hold her up by the hip.

“How do you like the ‘Minotaur Domination Pose’?,” the minotaur taunted, shoving his cock inside the gryphon as soon as possible, “We use it on new slaves while fucking them standing up, to get complete control and make sure they don’t slip off our dicks if they pass out.”

The new minotaur sent a series of quick cock jabs into the feline pussy now enveloping his dick, being very excited that he was getting a chance to screw a gryphon for the first time. Gryphon slaves were rare, with most entering the facility being employees of The Society, and those who were slaves were quickly bought up. Thus, the thrill and feeling of this new type of pussy was putting him over the edge right off the bat.

“Don’t go full force with her,” warned Rubric, “Remember, you’ll be working with her in the future, and gryphons hold grudges.”

The minotaur hardly listened, and with each thrust rattled Anya’s body. The new punishment made her blood flow fast and her world spin once again, her head shaking around wildly as her tired muscles couldn’t keep it steady. It continued to bob around like this until, with a final powerful thrust, the minotaur lifted Anya up off the ground using the grip he had on her arms, and the stiffness of his oversized shaft. For a second time that night, Anya had her womb filled to capacity with cum, howling out like an animal as her stomach inflated slightly from the nerve searing orgasm induced on her by the bovine.

Once the minotaur was finished, he lowered Anya back to the floor, where Bacchus was already waiting for her to be let down. “You look like you need a little pick me up, birdie.” He said, slipping a syringe between the gaps of her cage collar, right into her neck vein. Another chemical concoction unwillingly received by her body, one that forcibly renewed her energy and awareness. “Wouldn’t want you to miss out on any of what’s gonna happen to you.

The gryphoness was starting to become annoyed with how these bovines wouldn’t allow her consciousness to crash so she could rest, an expression she wore clearly on her face as she looked up at Bacchus. The bull replied to the gesture by grabbing her head feathers, and directing her beak to his own dick, fully erect and ready to enter Anya’s body.

“If you’re awake enough to scowl, you’re awake enough to suck cock.” he declared, pushing himself down Anya’s unwilling throat, till her beak touched his hilt, Anya able to taste the flavor of the donkey on it he had been ass fucking moments prior as the dick flesh passed over her tongue, and as the Bacchus forced himself inside, a new minotaur was already taking the place of the one who had just released a womb’s worth of cum inside her.

For hours on end, Anya was passed around from minotaur to minotaur, at most times having to take several at once, as what felt like the entire herd of them using this opportunity to make sure she got to know their cocks. She was put into many poses, often stretched a bit further than she found comfortable, occasionally suspended off the floor as two powerful males held her up by all four appendages, or bound to an object in the room as she was used as a receptacle for their built up seed.

As sexually experienced and open as she was, Anya was not used to being used like this, and by so many men at once. She preferred sex as a more personal experience, one on one with another creature, and usually being the one in charge. Having now engaged in her first gang bang, she could say it wasn’t a pleasant experience. She didn’t know whether to blame her disenjoyment on the amount of dick she had to ingest all at once, the fact that she was being cycled between states of pure exhaustion and heightened awareness, or just because her partners where all brutes that did as they pleased with her, while giving no regard for her own pleasure. What she did know though was that she had no plans to do it again, and that extended to sex with minotaur in general, as her whole body had become one big ache, with how mercilessly they pummeled her insides, and carelessly touched her most sensitive of external body parts.

By the end of it, she had found herself bound again, her arms behind her back, with her ankles shackled together with a pair of metal cuffs connected by a solid bar welded into them. Bacchus, who by this point had taken several turns with the gryphon, had her suspended upside-down, his girthy cock finding its way into her throat once more, as he held his captive’s entire body up with one arm, by the center bar in her shackles. With relative ease, he moved his arm up and down, pumping it as if it were a dumbbell, with each downward rep lowering Anya’s mouth around his shaft, while the lifts up brought her to a point where she could take a breath.

At this point, it wasn’t even about pleasure anymore, as all minotaur present had taken their fair share of it prior. Bacchus was just displaying his immense physical power, to his brethren, the slaves, and especially Anya herself. Regardless of the amount of times he had exerted himself sexually, this bovine’s stamina didn’t seem to end. As the other minotaur sat down and rested, he was still going without the slightest sign of fatigue, only sweating from the exercise he was performing by using Anya as a weight.

As the night was getting late though, Rubric, who had been patiently sitting off to the side of the room, never taking a second turn himself, tilted an eye to a clock mounted on the wall, and saw that Anya’s time was almost up.

“You got five minutes!” Rubric told Bacchus, “After that she’s done, whether you cum or not!”

Hearing that Anya’s time as a sex toy was almost complete, Bacchus lowered her down one last time, holding her at a height where she’d take in as much of his penis as she could at that angle. As worn as her body had become throughout the night, with the drugs inside her all having run their course, it still found the energy to spasm around the obstruction inside her esophagus. The stimulation it gave to the bull’s dick was just enough for him to reach a final climax, shooting a last blast of sperm out to coat the gryphon’s throat, most of which immediately pouring back out as she was lifted up off the flesh pillar, and removed from Bacchus’ shaft.

“And… TIME!” Rubric said, declaring Anya’s part of the bet finished, “Set her down!”

Bacchus was already in the process of doing just that, flipping Anya rightside up, and setting her into a kneeling sit, as he knew there was no way anyone could hold themselves up after all that.

“I gotta say,” Bacchus stated, “Even with the drugs, I didn’t expect you to stay awake till the time limit. You’re pretty durable, swallow.”

Having given his complement, Bacchus removed his hands completely from Anya, which in she in turn slumped forward till she was laying on her front on the floor, her rump up in the air slightly, as she couldn’t muster the strength to flatten herself out.

“Heh, but I suppose your stamina doesn’t really match one of us though,” he said in jest, getting a laugh from the other minotaur, “But hey, if you ever want to go another round, give me a call. I’ll be glad to fill ya up again. Maybe next time I can show you what a ‘flooding’ is.”

Anya only responded in groans, her mind on the verge of blanking out completely, if not for the last remnants of the awareness drug keeping her from slipping into a climax induced coma.

Seeing that the gryphoness was in no condition for banter, Bacchus looked over to his donkey, “Come on Flauta, it’s time to go to bed.”

The donkey girl, who had been sitting in wait for Bacchus to finish, rushed over when ordered. Once the slave girl came to him, the bull put his hand on the back of her neck, before making his way to the locker room’s exit.

“You all should follow his example!” Rubric said, “I’m not gonna let any of you make an excuse tomorrow if you don’t get enough sleep!”

The other minotaur took their boss’ advice, and gathered up their own slaves before vacating the room in one big crowd. It took some time for them to leave, but eventually the room was devoid of the creatures who filled it, only leaving behind some of the deer slaves, who appearently had been stationed in this room.

Once every other minotaur had left, Rubric got up from his seat, and went to Anya. “No more bets.” he said sternly, “Not unless you want me to nullify your contract and make you my slave. Are we clear?”

Anya could hardly respond, left in a state where she could only catch her breath as cum seeped out of her open mouth like drool. Rubric took her eye movements as acknowledgement though, and aimed his attention to the deer remaining in the room.

“Remove her bonds and take her to the infirmary.” he commanded, “I want her able to work in no more than three days.”

“Yes sir,” said one of the bucks, the deer already moving to help Anya.

Seeing that the gryphon would be attended too, Rubric made his way to the exit as well. As he closed the door though, it was revealed that he was not the last to leave, as Gilda, who had stayed for the whole event, had hid behind it as all the bulls made their leave.

“Well, well,” she said, going to the well used gryphon on the floor, “Looks like you managed to survive.”

Anya assumed that Gilda was joking, as she really hoped the younger gryphon hadn’t intended to, or perhaps even still had intent to, kill her. In the state she was in, there would be nothing she could do to fight back if Gilda wanted to end her life.

“Stand aside, slaves!” she yelled at the deer, who when given a command by a superior, and with no higher ranked slavers present, obeyed without question, “I'll admit, I’m genuinely impressed. You’ve actually gained some respect from me… As a slut!”

With that mocking insult given, Gilda lifted a leg, placing it on Anya’s back. With a steady press down, Gilda pushed her fellow gryphon’s body into the floor, forcing it to compress, and causing a portion of the minotaur spunk inside Anya to pour out of every hole it could escape from. Anya could do nothing to prevent this, and simply had to endure large portions of sperm being forcibly ejected from her mouth, pussy, and ass all at once.

“Just remember who made this happen to you,” Gilda continued, “And that I’m the one who’s higher on the ladder, and I always will be.”

Those last words imprinted themselves on Anya’s consciousness as she finally found the ability to drift off to sleep. Her energy drained far further than it had ever been, the gryphon could no longer remain awake. She had been devastated, physically and mentally, by both the minotaur herd, and Gilda. Yet, she felt no urge for revenge at this disgrace, as it was one she had allowed to befall her. The only desire she could feel as the world turned to black was the same one she had started with when she came to The Society, that being finding her friends, and freeing them from the fate that had befallen them.

Until that happened, she could put up with any trial that came her way, and even the violation that she had been put through didn’t make her stray away from that goal set in her mind.

Author's Note

Another chapter of sexy bits. I always have issues with these kinds of chapters, as I always wonder if I'm doing them right. I suppose I must be doing something correctly, because people do say they enjoy them, but I guess I just feel I do plot stuff better. Then again, maybe I just suck at both. I don't think that's the case, since i do have some dedicated readers, which I suppose me saying this is just a segway to me saying thank you to all those who have stuck around this far. I really do enjoy having people read my twisted works, and and telling me what they think.

Hope you liked this chapter, and have a nice day.