Torvos stood tall, his muscular torso framed against the setting sun, as he peered at the expansive valley that lay before his campsite, hidden by the dry shrubs and tall grass. The valley ran on for miles, seemingly deserted, but Torvos knew the empty expanse was only an illusion. Hidden behind a veil of invisibility stood the dark citadel of the sorceress.

The citadel that held half his clan enslaved, that held his brother, Forin, prisoner.

“You know you won’t be able to see anything,” said Breah, drifting up behind him. “Even if Forin has been captured, you won’t see past the wards.”

“I know that,” Torvos said, shaking his horns. “I was watching for our contact.”

Breah snaked her arms around Torvos’ powerful chest, pressing her warm body into his. He turned, finding his mate’s deep blue eyes staring at him from her feminine face. The holstaur butted her small horns into him affectionately, pressing her powerful curves against his body.

“We’ll find him, Torvos. We’ll find all of them,” She cooed, nuzzling into his neck.

Across the campsite came the clang of metal striking a shield. Grion and Koth, the twin minotaur brothers, were sparring, taking out their restless impatience on each other. Grion pushed back hard with his shield against Koth, knocking him to the ground.

“And where is this contact of yours?” Grion growled at Torvos. “The sun is getting low.”

“And how do we know we can trust them?” Koth said, leaping to his feet. “Anyone who enters that cursed tower never escapes the witch’s clutches. How do we know this isn’t a trap?”

“If Anuhkara knew of our plans, we would have already been swarmed by her minions,” Torvos explained, turning to the brash, younger bull. “The spy has just as much to gain from Anuhkara’s fall as we do. She will help us. And when we have infiltrated the witch’s tower and discovered her weakness, we shall lead the full might of our brethren to her damned tower and tear it to the ground!”

“Ha! That’s the part I can’t wait for!” Grion said, burying his axe in a dead tree stump.

“You won’t be so eager when you see what you’re up against.”

The four of them turned toward the new voice, their weapons drawn as a small human girl crept out of the underbrush. She had cropped, short black hair, and was dressed in rags. She raised her empty hands and bowed her head to the four warriors.

“Please, masters! I’m not here to hurt you,” she said, her lips trembling.

Torvos lowered his axe. “You are the slave who freed herself from the citadel?”

“Yes. I am called Nidra.”

Koth stepped forward, the tip of his spear pointed at Nidra’s throat.

“No one frees themselves from the witch’s control. How did a puny human woman like you manage it?”

Nidra stared back, unfazed by Koth’s weapon. “Her power is not as unbreakable as you may think.”

Torvos laid a hand on Koth’s arm, signaling the younger bull to stand down. Nidra stepped into the open, cautious as a mouse, and held out a small cloth bundle.

“The sorceress keeps her slaves under control through crude methods, designed to turn her victims’ bodies and desires against them. And she wields that control with this—”

The small human held out a band of gold, almost as thick around as her wrist. The minotaurs studied the gold torc and then shrugged dismissively at each other.

“What can the witch do with that?” Grion scoffed.

“It may not be much, but the bonds it puts on the mind of the wearer are stronger than iron. These are for her male thralls, made to be worn around their manhoods. She whispers her orders, and the rings buzz with pleasure. The stimulation builds on top of itself and, very quickly, even the most willful drop to their knees, begging to serve her.”

“And of the women?” asked Breah. In response, Nidra held out a pair of small gold plates dotted with a thin clamp on one side.

“She makes the female slaves wear these over their nipples. Her magic flows through their bodies and grabs hold of their sex, manipulating us the same way she manipulates the men.”

“You still haven’t explained how you broke free of her spell,” said Torvos. “How were you able to resist the commands of the sorceress?”

Nidra looked at the towering minotaur and lifted her top, revealing her small, perky breasts, dotted with a gold plate on each nipple. As the bulls looked closer (too close, according to Breah), they noticed several scratches over a dark rune engraved onto the face of the golden nipple ornament.

“I was working in the kitchen, peeling bags and bags of potatoes, until one of the crates fell on top of me and knocked my knife into my chest. I was lucky I didn’t stab myself. Instead, the blade of the knife grazed the enchanted rune, and I suddenly could think my own thoughts again. I wasted no time scratching away the other rune and was free of the sorceress’s voice in my head. I’ve been pretending to be her slave for weeks now, waiting for the right opportunity to free the rest of my village.”

“I see,” Torvos said, picking up one of the enchanted cock rings. Nidra had brought one for each minotaur and a pair of nipple plates for Breah. “You told us you would be able to take us past the ward that protects the citadel. Is that why you’ve brought us these?”

“Precisely so,” Nidra says, lowering her gaze.

“We’re supposed to wear those cursed things? Will we not fall under the spell of the witch at once?” Koth asked.

“No. These I took from the Satyr whose job it was to forge new rings and jewelry before they were enchanted with the runes. I had to bribe the Satyr with a blowjob for each item, but I got them. They will conform to your bodies but won’t enslave you, and you will be able to wander into the sorceress’ lair undetected.”

Torvos weighed the gold band in his hand, considering their options. He finally dropped the band into a small leather satchel he kept on his hip.

“Each of you take one of the decoys and be ready to leave at dawn for the witch’s citadel,” he commanded his team. The three others exchanged looks of concern but followed their captain’s orders. Torvos turned back to Nidra and offered her his hand.

“You must be hungry. Come, help yourself to some food.”

After a quick dinner of roast venison, the group sat around the dying embers of the fire, the frail human sitting alone, staring absently into the flames.

“You’ve spent a long time in the service of the witch?” Torvos asked gently, settling down next to the human.

Nidra kept her eyes forward.

“Almost a year now. My village was raided by her enthralled soldiers. They took all of age and, one-by-one, turned us into mindless servants.”

Torvos nodded, flaring his wide nostrils.

“You’ve already done your part by bringing us these…these tools. You are free to return to your home if you wish.”

Nidra turned and glared at him.

“My home? I have no home anymore. My parents, my sisters, my lover, all were taken by the sorceress. I cannot go home until I find them and set them free.”

“Mm. I understand. My only brother is locked away, subjected to gods know what in that lecherous dungeon of hers,” said Torvos, gently.

“Remember, until he is free of Anuhkara’s influence, he is no longer your brother. His body and mind only serve the sorceress now.”

“We will find him and free him,” Torvos insisted. “Along with the rest of your village. There is no need for you to put yourself back in harm’s way.”

Nidra scoffed. “I will go back with you at dawn. Trust me, you’re going to need a guide or the sentinels will sniff you out immediately, and then, not even the strongest willed of you will stand a chance against her.”

Torvos didn’t try to object. He only stood on his powerful legs and held his golden band up to his face.

“So, how do we wear these strange things? Is there some sort of bonding incantation?”

“No, you just put it over your cock and it should do the rest. It may give you a bit of a buzz, but you won’t lose your mind.” Nidra shrugged.

Without hesitation, Torvos lifted the side of his loincloth and let his impressive package hang free. He slid the large golden hoop over his cock, guiding it back to his base. No sooner had the ring touched his balls than it began to glow and constrict, shrinking to hold Torvos’ member snugly. The minotaur grunted as his prick swelled a little at the touch of the metal.

“Torvos?” Breah asked. “Are you okay?”

“Mmmff! Yes. It’s a bit…stimulating, but it feels perfectly safe.”

Torvos looked down, noticing Nidra gazing longingly at his large cock as it swayed in the firelight. She looked up, blushing beet red.

“Ahem…forgive me. I’ve rarely seen a minotaur, uhm, up close like that,” she said, glancing away.

Torvos smiled.

“And what of mine?” Breah asked, her voice sharp as a cactus.

“Just slip the clamps over your nipples. It hurts a little at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

With a loud snort aimed at Nidra, Breah stood up, making a show of heaving her breasts out of her battle leather in front of her mate. She lifted each of her swinging udders, easing the pinching clamps over her large, puffy nipples. Once the second was attached to her breast, her body twitched, and the holstaur let out a soft bray, squeezing her thighs together.

“Oooh! That tingles! Gods above us…” The holstaur inhaled deeply, letting her full tits rise, the light of the fire flashing on the golden nipple clamps. She gazed appreciatively at Torvos, her eyes radiating desire.

“Tomorrow may be our last day free,” she whispered to her mate. “Shall we enjoy each other’s company one last night?”

Torvos grinned, catching his mate’s meaning. He instructed Grion and Koth to have everything ready by dawn the next day and then scooped Breah up in his strong arms, carrying her to a secluded area of camp for the night.

The two other minotaurs doused the fire and packed away the food, burying it for future use, before passing out in their tents. Nidra was offered a small, spare tent, and she graciously accepted. Sleep was slow to come to the human as she lay on the hard sleeping mat while her fingers timidly made their way to her pussy, teasing her slit as she listened to the distant grunting and braying of Torvos railing his mate again and again in the moonlight.