Forin woke up with his hands bound in iron, his body chained upright to the wall. The minotaur blinked drowsily and glanced around the room. Chalky, amber sandstone surrounded him, illuminated by a golden strip of sunlight pouring through the narrow window of a spacious, bare room. He looked down, hardly surprised to see his ankles shackled to the wall as well. He tried shaking his head.

Unbelievable! The bastards had even put his horns in chains.

As Forin contemplated his escape, a slab of sandstone groaned and slid open from the far side of the room. Two gorgeous human women marched in holding long halberds on golden handles. They wore the typical slave uniform, a sheer ribbon of red fabric that covered their crotch and ass that hung from a thin gold chain around their waists. Around their necks was a matching collar with fine chains that ran down to small gold circles the size of a coin, covering the women’s nipples and lifting their busts. They walked in perfect unison, their eyes empty just like all the sorceress’ loyal thralls.

They stood on either side of the door and spoke with one voice.

“Behold the Radiant Anuhkara, Queen of the Earth! All glory to the Radiant Queen!”

Without a single misstep, the human slaves turned to each other and sank to their knees, their heads bowed submissively. A shadow drifted in through the threshold.

This was it, Forin thought to himself. More and more of his people were disappearing every season, and now they had ambushed him and his hunting party. He mentally steeled himself, mustering every ounce of willpower. He had heard rumors of the sorceress and her bespelled kingdom of slaves, but he would not succumb to her tricks. He couldn’t! The fate of his people depended on it.

The footsteps grew louder, and Forin looked up to see the curvy silhouette of Anuhkara, Sorceress of the Arathian wastes, wrapped in a form-fitting, onyx black gown with a neckline that plunged to her navel, barely holding back her majestic breasts. She had the cunning face of a vixen framed by a curtain of thick, black hair that spun down her back, twisting into an elegant braid. In her right hand, she held a tall ebony staff inlaid with pewter and crowned with a ruby the size of an apple.

She stood in front of her minotaur prisoner, appraising his body, and then spoke.

“So, another strong minotaur wanders into my grasp, like a gift from the gods. What’s your name, dear?”

Her voice was dark as midnight, filling the stone chamber.

Forin bit down on his lip and kept his eyes pointedly at the floor.

“Oh, come now,” Anuhkara chided. “There’s no point resisting. Why don’t you look me in the eye like a brave bull?”

“I won’t be tricked by you, witch!” Forin spat. “I’d rather die than become one of your wretched slaves!”

The sorceress gasped, laying a hand across her silky cleavage.

“Wretched slaves?! Oh dear, oh dear. Who told you such wicked lies? Look there, my strong minotaur,” she pointed with her staff to the window cut out of the wall of the tower. Forin glanced down into the expansive plain that surrounded the Sorceress’ keep. A few hundred yards away stood a muddied building site, crowned with the half-constructed foundations of a black marble tower. A squad of workers, toiling nearly naked under the burning sun, worked to heave a massive stone block along a track of rolling logs. Sweat poured off their bodies, but even from his distant vantage point, Forin could see how the minotaurs, men, satyrs, and elves, (all of them male) moved as one unit, their minds completely focused on their labor. A single female centaur slave driver led them along, unburdened by whips or swords.

“Look at my devoted workers. Do you see any begging for mercy? Do you see a single slave plotting their escape? Are my sentinels treating them cruelly? No. They serve me for one simple reason…”

Anuhkara turned back to Forin, who kept his eyes away from the sorceress.

“…because it gives them pleasure to do so. Just as it shall for you,” The curvy woman drifted closer, her delicate hand reaching out to caress Forin’s muscular chest, dusted with soft fuzz, “…and all the rest of your kind.”

Forin thrashed in his chains, shaking her off.

“We will never bow to you!” he bellowed. “We are the rightful masters of this valley, and we will free our brothers and sisters from your evil spell! We will overwhelm you with our soldiers!”

The sorceress leaned on her shapely hip.

“So stubborn. Why don’t you look me in the eye when you speak, proud bull?” She teased. “If you’re so strong-willed, prove it and look me in the eye.”

“No! I won’t let you enslave me!” Forin yelled, his eyes closed tight.

“You poor fool, do you believe my eyes can steal your will? Nonsense, look and see for yourself…”

Forin fought as hard as he could, but finally his pride won out. He peeked one eye open and then the other, staring defiantly into Anuhkara’s emerald green eyes.

She blinked. Forin only snorted.

“See? I never lie, my handsome minotaur. My eyes can’t steal your will.”

In a flash, Anuhkara twirled her arm, holding up a long, pointed, amber crystal between thumb and forefinger.

“That’s what this crystal is for. Look closely, now.” She waved the gem to and fro. Forin stared, shocked and fascinated.

“Oh, that’s not the best part!” Anuhkara beamed and held the crystal up to her sensual, dark lips. She puckered and blew a puff of air, setting the crystal slowly spinning like a child’s pinwheel. She held the gem closer to Forin as he stared, amazed to see the crystal spin faster…and faster…spinning…sparkly…

“Yes, my pretty, flashy crystal. That’s really all I need to captivate that big, stupid cow brain of yours. So bedazzled, so beguiled, so helpless…”

Forin wanted to resist, but he couldn’t fight the onslaught of spiraling flashes pouring from the crystal. He followed it as the sorceress brought it in front of the valley between her large, heavy breasts and then took her hand away. The crystal miraculously hung in the air, spinning like a top, between the magic weaver’s huge tits. Forin gaped, his eyes opened wide, as his mind struggled to resist the call of her spell.

With a seductive wave of her fingers, Anuhkara reached across her bust and pulled back the fabric of her gown, freeing her melon-sized breasts. The shimmering crystal magically floated between them as they swayed back and forth…back and forth…

“Each swing of my tits takes more of your will, more of your strength,” said Anuhkara, glancing down at Forin’s loincloth, also beginning to float as if by magic, “each swing makes you harder and hornier, doesn’t it?”

Forin brayed, a groaning bestial sound that shook the chamber

Anuhkara turned and nodded to her female slaves. With blank faces, they came forward, carrying a large gold band with several runes etched into the sides, a small ruby inlaid in the center.

“Helpless before me. Helpless before my breasts. Helpless before my power. You are hard, bull. You want to cum and give in to your primal instincts. You will do anything to fuck.”

Forin yanked at his chains, even harder than before, not to escape but to rut the goddess of sex dancing in front of him. While he stared, mesmerized, into the crystal, the two entranced women whipped away his loincloth, revealing his twelve-inch boner.

“Watch me, adore me, obey me in every way, bull. Become my loyal slave!”

Grabbing Forin’s engorged cock, the two women slipped the gold band over his shaft, nestling it at his base. The ruby began to glow, an unseen power pulsing through Forin’s dick.

At once, the minotaur stopped struggling, his face turning soft.

“Release the chains,” Anuhkara commanded. The slaves undid his shackles and watched him take a single step away from the wall before standing still.

Anuhkara held up her ruby staff.

“Kneel.”

Forin immediately dropped to his knee, his face staring ahead, seeing nothing.

“Who do you serve?”

“I…serve…you…” he bleated.

“And I am?”

“The Radiant Anuhkara, Queen of the Earth!” Forin blinked, a small spark of defiance leaking into his mind. “The…other…minotaurs…will…resist…”

Anuhkara only smiled and then made a small ring with her bejeweled fingers. Forin felt a soft hand clutch around his hard cock. The sorceress squeezed her fingers, and Forin fell to the floor in delirious pleasure.

“They may try, but they will fail, just like you, dear.”

The sorceress laughed and turned on her heel, leaving the two women to lead her freshly converted slave to the work field.