Torvos knew better than to approach his brother out in the open. After he left the rest of the group, he fell in line with the squadron of slaves, marching with them to the mess hall. Once inside, he was surprised to notice that there wasn’t a single serving table or bench. Instead, there was just a steel trough on the floor with a wide gutter at one end coming from the entrance to the kitchen. Torvos watched in horror as the slaves got down on all fours, grunting like beasts as a sweet-smelling, sticky slop poured down from the gutter, filling the trough.

Holding his breath, Torvos copied the slaves, doing his best not to gag as he dipped his face down, pretending to want to eat the gray sludge. Judging by the smell, it was a mix of oats and corn with a few odd food scraps mixed in, as well as something else.

Something earthy and just a little sour.

Torvos knelt closer, inhaling deeply through his nostrils as it finally came to him. It was the scent of pussy. The gruel smacked of a woman’s musk. Torvos reeled back, somewhat offput by the tangy odor, but found to his horror that his mouth was starting to water, the pheromones in the food calling to his baser instincts. The rest of the slaves lapped up the mixture gladly with dreamy smiles.

As they wolfed down their meal, a woman draped in fine silks stood on a platform, ringing a large golden bell in time with her chanting.

“You dine by the Queen’s hand. She nourishes your bodies.”

“Our bodies belong to our Queen!” The slaves chant back between bites.

“There is no greater purpose than to labor for your Queen’s empire.”

“Our only purpose is to serve!”

Finally, the meal ended, and the slaves were led to their bunks. Torvos managed to sneak into an empty cot near the wall without being noticed. The female guard, a holstaur with flowing red hair, took down the single torch and held it over a basin of water near the door.

“Lights out, slaves,” she said before dunking the torch into the water. The room plunged into darkness, but Torvos could sense all of the slaves detaching, slipping into a deep, dark sleep, their cock rings flooding them with dreams.

Torvos counted to two thousand, yanking at his beard stubble every once in a while to keep himself awake. When he was confident the guard outside was occupied, he carefully rolled out of bed and stalked over to Forin. He shook his brother gently, then relentlessly, then finally resorted to covering up his nose. Forin shook his horns as he came awake.

“Wha…who’s there?” Forin flailed in the darkness.

“Shh! It’s me, brother. Torvos,” he whispered to Forin.

“Torvos?! What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you! And to discover whatever weakness that demon queen may have,” Torvos said, helping his brother to his feet. “We must regroup with the others by sunrise. Can you fight if you have to?” Torvos asked, sneaking over and aiming his horns at the iron bound door. “Help me ram our way out of here.”

Forin stayed and looked back at his brother, at a loss.

“I…I…I don’t think I can go with you,” he said.

“You can, Forin! We can free you from the sorceress’s power. Trust me!” said Torvos, gesturing with his arm.

“No, brother. You don’t understand. I…I have no desire to go with you. I want to be here. I want to serve and work…for my queen.”

Torvos marched over and gave his brother a stinging slap on the face.

“That’s the black magic talking!” he said, struggling not to yell. “You must fight it, Forin!”

“I cannot.” Forin’s eyes were focused thousands of miles away. “You don’t know how wonderful it is. To hear the queen’s voice in your head, to feel her will in your soul, her grip on your cock. It’s marvelous, Torvos. There is truly nothing more that I desire than to help my queen spread her dominance over the face of the earth.”

“Forin! You were toiling all day in the sun and then given food out of a trough like swine! This can’t be what you truly want!”

Forin’s voice came in an emotionless monotone.

“No greater purpose than to serve my queen. My body belongs to my Queen…”

Torvos reached down, his fingers searching the floor.

“Hang in there, Forin,” he said, finding a sharp-sided stone near his feet. With his other hand, he grabbed his brother’s dick. “I’ll have you free in a moment!”

Torvos expected him to resist or at least try to convince him not to tamper with the enchanted cock ring. Instead, Forin just stood there mumbling his mantras.

Torvos shrugged. All the better to distract his brother while he scratched off the runes.

The task kept him so preoccupied that he failed to notice three slaves rise to their feet behind him, their cock rings buzzing loudly in unison. Before he could react, a makeshift club crashed into Torvos’ head, sending him to oblivion.

Torvos woke up on the ground with his hands and feet tied behind his back, a crashing pain in his head. He snorted and rolled to sitting, his eyes straining in the dim light. He noticed, with a small bit of surprise, that the golden band around his cock was missing.

“Well, about time you got up,” called a dark, silky voice.

Torvos turned to see Anuhkara sitting on a throne of black marble. On either side of her were Grion and Koth, fanning the sorceress with long linen paddles, their eyes completely vacant. At the foot of the throne, crouched on all fours with the sorceress’ feet resting on her back, was Breah, her large breasts dangling down like udders while she stared blissfully ahead, her mind chained to Anuhkara’s will.

Torvos saw red.

“Demon! What have you done to my brethren? To my mate?! Breah! Get up! For the sake of the gods, get up!”

“Oh, now why would she want to do that?” Anuhkara asked, teasingly. “Can’t you see? She’s much happier now that she discovered her true purpose, isn’t that right, Breah?”

“Yesss…” Breah muttered, staring off into space. “Happy to serve my queen…”

“See? She’s more than satisfied now that she’s discovered her true place, right here, beneath my feet.” Anuhkara wiggled her toes for emphasis. “Just like the rest of your people will be once they accept their fate.”

Torvos struggled against his bonds, fury fueling his strength.

“Our fate will be to topple you from your damned throne! We will smash every inch of this palace to the ground and take our rightful place as the true masters of this land!”

“Oh, that does sound familiar,” Anuhkara said, placing a finger to her cheek. “Who was just saying something like that? Oh, yes! That foolish brother of yours. Forin, was it?”

Torvos could feel his nostrils flaring with rage.

“It was, wasn’t it?” Anuhkara gloated. “Let’s send him in, yes? Forin? Come over here, bull. Come here, slave.”

From the shadows behind her, Forin stepped forward into the flickering torchlight, guided by his massive erection, crowned with the gold cock ring that kept his mind tethered to the queen’s will. He stopped just to the left of Anuhkara’s throne. The sorceress rose to her feet, taking her time to walk around and admire Forin’s sculpted form.

“Just look at him,” Anuhkara said lustfully. “A fine, strong body and what used to be an indomitable mind, much like you.” She reached into her plunging cleavage and pulled out a pink crystal. “But not so anymore. Forin?”

Forin’s head turned obediently to his queen as Anuhkara placed the crystal between her thumb and forefinger, using her magic to make it spin, glistening and sparkling in the light.

“Who is the rightful ruler of this land?” she asked.

“You are, my queen…” Forin replied, lost in the spinning crystal.

“And what is your true purpose, your only desire?”

“To serve my queen. To help her spread her dominance over the face of the earth.”

“How lovely,” Anuhkara said, her hand wrapping around Forin’s cock, playing with it like it was her personal pet snake.

“Just imagine, proud bull,” Anuhkara said, turning back to Torvos. “You and your people could enjoy endless bliss, unlimited security under the protection of my empire. Each day a beautiful dream for you and your kind.”

She leaned forward, her majestic tits practically spilling out of her top. Torvos shook his head to keep from leering, despite his fury.

“All I ask…is that you surrender,” she said, holding up the spinning crystal. “Just surrender and give in, Torvos. Something so easy, so simple. Just give yourself over to the pleasure, and I’ll make all the hard decisions for you, for all eternity…”

The crystal spun and sparkled against the backdrop of her heaving breasts. For a moment, Torvos could feel the pull on his mind, the sweet temptation to let go, just like the rest of his team, and finally stop fighting…

With a mighty roar, Torvos threw his head back and pulled with his arms, snapping his bonds like threads.

"For liberty!!" He bellowed and lunged, headfirst, at the queen.

Before he could get halfway across the floor, Forin rushed to meet him, grabbing his brother by the horns and throwing him to the ground. Koth and Grion were right behind him and the three of them together held their former captain down by his limbs, Forin holding his brother’s horns firmly with one hand.

“Excellent work, my slaves,” Anuhkara gloated. She sneered at Torvos as they pinned him against the wall. “You may be mentally stronger than your brother, but you are still no match for the might of his body.”

She strode over to Forin, softly stroking his bicep.

“You won’t be able to ensnare me like you did with Forin!” Torvos shouted defiantly. “Your charms have no power over me!”

“Shall we test that theory?” Anuhkara placed her slender finger on her chin, thoughtfully. She called back to her throne.

“Breah! Come bring me a ring.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Breah sauntered over to her mistress in a blissful haze, her fingers wrapped around the instrument of her lover’s demise. She handed it to the sorceress.

“Thank you, my sweet cow. Now do something else for me. Make your mate here hard. I know you know how to do that better than anyone. Get him really worked up and horny for me.”

“Of course, my Queen!” Breah said with a smile as she sank down to her knees.

Torvos tried to shake loose, but couldn’t overpower his three best warriors to free his arms, especially not when his holstaur was slathering her tongue over his turgid cock and then slipping it up and down between her warm, deep cleavage. Against his will, he was soon hard.

“Now you may be stronger than most,” Anuhkara smiled at him, holding the cock ring in front of her exposed bosom. She waved it back and forth, dragging Torvos’ gaze like a kite in the breeze. “But that just means you’ll need extra measures and then you’ll break all the harder. Believe me, stubborn bull...,”

She wedged the ring in between her massive breasts, teasing and shimmying her chest for her captive.

“By the end, you’ll deliver you entire tribe to me on a silver plate!”

Keeping the gold ring firmly in her cleavage, she thrust out her chest at Torvos and bent at the waist, letting her bosom hover over his forced erection. The proud minotaur felt his pulse quicken as Anuhkara’s tremendous breasts brushed up and down, back and forth over his cock. A primal urge to fuck, to cum, welled up in him and, for a moment, he forgot why he had to be enemies with the sorceress.

Anuhkara saw his hesitation and gave him a smug, lopsided grin as she sheathed his cock between her tits, slipping the ring over his shaft without even using her hands.

Torvos groaned, completely stunned, as a powerful wave washed over him. His body strained to climax but the sorceress’s power held him back like a leash. At her command, Anuhkara’s minions released Torvos, letting him collapse to the floor.

It took him a minute, but Torvos finally recovered his breath. He didn’t feel like his mind was enslaved. He glared at the queen, getting ready to rush her before she could mount her defenses.

“So, will you behave now, my brave Torvos?” Anuhkara asked, her back turned to him.

“I’ll show you how to behave!” He took a single step and suddenly felt his knees buckle. The ring around his still swollen cock thrummed, sending buzzing vibrations through his spine. They weren’t painful, but rather the opposite. A surging jolt of pleasure paralyzed him in place, his every instinct begging him to stop and listen to his electrified cock.

“What was that?” Anuhkara looked over her shoulder with a teasing wink.

“I…I…I will stop—”

BUZZZZZZ

“—you! AH!”

Torvos collapsed on his side, panting in raw arousal. His cock couldn’t have been harder. He felt a load of cum surging in his balls, but he knew if he climaxed he would be lost to the sorceress’ power forever. He had to resist.

The golden ring vibrated in waves around Torvos cock. The minotaur had given up trying to attack his enemy and only focused on keeping his composure as the ring continued to torment him with pleasure. Every buzz shooting through his body and rattling inside his brain made him more vapid, more stupid.

Torvos’ hand reached out on the floor, his fingers searching out a sharp rock. Maybe he could still throw something at the cruel, yet achingly beautiful, queen.

“We…shall…re-resist!” Torvos hollered.

Anuhkara, placed her hands on her flaring hips, her expression betraying her surprise.

“Wow! They weren’t kidding about you, bull.”

With a grunt, Torvos threw the stone straight at Anuhkara. The stone crumbled into a cloud of dust as soon as it got within a yard of the magic-worker. She yawned theatrically.

“Oh, dear. But you’re still just as dumb as the rest of them. I can melt swords with a glance, what good did you really think you were going to do with a rock, you dumb beast!”

Torvos collapsed back to the floor, exhausted from the effort.

“Take him to the siren pit.” Anuhkara commanded the others. “Then escort me to my bedchamber. I have a great deal of stress to work out this evening.”

Without the slightest hesitation, his former team rushed Torvos, hoisting him up by the arms and legs. They shuffled down the hallway until they came to a room with a large open pit in the middle. Torvos shouted and pleaded with them to come back to their senses, but it was no use. In one synchronized motion, the group threw their former captain down the long shaft that ended in a pool of freezing water.

He crashed into the surface of the cold water and immediately paddled himself to a narrow stone ledge in the center of the pit, gasping from the shock of the icy pool. He sat there shivering, and gazed around the bare stone chamber, wondering how he was going to get out. 

Then he heard the voices.

Who’s there? A man? No, a minotaur…

Torvos whipped his head around, jumping to his feet.

A big, strong minotaur. So lonely. So lost. Maybe he needs company.

Yessss. Company. Let’s make him forget his troubles.

Yesss. Make him forget. Make him forget everything…

From the dark edges of the pool came several shapes, weaving through the water like eels. Torvos steadied himself, half ready to fight, but also half willing to listen to what these creatures had to say.

Willing to listen to their crystalline voices again.

“Who are you? Show yourselves!”

In response, five heads rose out of the water, followed by five pairs of slender arms. They leaned themselves against the ledge of the pool, gazing up adoringly at Torvos with shimmering turquoise eyes. Their skin was pale blue with lips that curled into mischievous smiles.

Such a handsome minotaur. So strong. So sexy.

Yes. He’s so sexy. Just look at that giant bull dong of his.

Torvos’s eyes darted all along the ledge, trying to understand who was talking, but the sirens talked without moving their mouths, confusing him.

“I…I need to get out of here. How do I leave?” He asked, praying that the creatures might just be on his side.

The hollow laughter that filled the pit was all the answer he needed.

Leave? Oh, no. Nobody leaves us.

Nobody escapes us.

Men and women, bulls and cows, elves and goblins, they all stay here with us.

They listen to our voices. Listen to our song.

Then they stay as long as we want. Happy to drift with our words. Listening to our voices.

Why would you want to leave us, bull? We can have so much fun together.

One of the curvier women lifted her body up on her arms, her chest rising out of the icy water. She smiled coyly as she shook her bare tits at Torvos, her gold nipple plates capturing the minotaur’s attention.

You want to stay with us, don’t you, bull? Let us keep you nice and warm.

Let us play with your big bull cock.

Just resting here with all of us. All of us giving you so much attention.

Doesn’t that sound soooooooo niiiiiiiceeee?

It did sound nice. It sounded more than nice. The sirens’ voices were like wine to his ears. Intoxicating. Each word felt like it was plucking notes deep in his soul, drilling into his mind.

“That…that does sound…nice…” Torvos said, trying to get his eyes to focus. It suddenly felt so good to sit down and listen to the pretty singing voices. Between his legs, his cock ring was gently pulsing and buzzing, tugging at his resolve.

Yessss…soooo nice and pretty. Just like us.

So nice and pretty.

So lovely and sexy.

You want to stay with us. You want to be our lover.

Yessss, our big strong lover bull.

Torvos tried to tune out the seductive words, but the ring around his cock was distracting him. His head felt thick and unfocused and the women had a way of sliding their words straight into his sleepy mind. He found himself fantasizing about making love to these nymphs.

The more he fantasized, the more fuzzy and useless his brain became.

You want to love us.

You want to fuck us.

You can have your wildest fantasies come true. We can help you.

The sirens looked down at his package, smiling as the golden cock ring glowed with power. The women began to pull themselves out of the water. Their hands drifted along his strong legs, stroking his thighs, cupping his balls in their soft palms.

This poor bull is so full, so pent up.

He needs relief. He needs pleasure. He needs to serve our queen.

He will know the pleasure of serving the radiant queen.

The sirens crawled closer to him, their slippery tits sliding over his body, their plump butts wagging back in forth before his eyes. Torvos understood he should be fighting them off. With his strength, he could easily throw them back into the water like rag dolls. But fighting back felt like so much effort, especially when his cock was aching under the smoldering gaze of the five women. Licking her lips, one of the sirens with long shimmering blue hair reached out and let her fingers curl around his monstrous shaft.

Bull’s balls are so full. He needs to be milked. He needs to let his seed gush out.

Bull needs to cum for us. He needs to cum for our queen.

Cum for our queen. Surrender for our queen.

Torvos groaned, feeling his seed boiling inside of him. He was on the razor edge but knew that giving in now meant a lifetime of mindless servitude. He had to hold back.

One of the sirens fondling his balls met his eyes and let her mouth melt into a hungry smile. She bent down, her long, questing tongue slithering under the base of his shaft.

So nice to watch us. So hot to listen to us.

You want to slip your cock inside us. It would feel so good.

You want to enslave yourself to the queen. Serve her. Serve us. Love us.

Yesss. Love us, take us, fuck us. We will do anything you want.

We will be your helpless slaves, pleasuring your gorgeous prick all night, every night.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Tell us you want that. You want to be enslaved by our beautiful voices. Our sexy dances.

Yesss. Let yourself cum and begin your wonderful life as our thrall.

Go on.

Go on.

Let yourself cum.

Cum your soul out your shaft, gushing everything out.

Too hard to fight us.

Too hard to think for yourself.

Let us think for you. Cum. Become our slaaaaaveee…

Yes. How had he been so blind before? Paradise lay before him. Paradise in slavery, in blissful, submissive obedience to these spellbinding women. How could anyone resist? He was so tired of fighting, of struggling. In fact, he was just tired in general. He had but one task and he could sleep. Sleep forever in the sweetest dream of servitude.

He could fall asleep and just cum his brains out. He inched closer…closer…

Suddenly, a brilliant burst of flame struck the ground, flooding the underground world with blinding light. The sirens shrieked, giving in to panic as the burning torch rolled over the ground. They broke ranks and swam away. Torvos shook his head, his mind working again like a sore muscle. He steadied himself and then looked up at the mouth of the pit, a familiar head coming into view.

“Torvos! Thank the gods! I thought you had been bespelled!” Nidra called down to him, her thin frame hardly more than a silhouette.

“I very nearly was, until you stepped in!” He called back, still groggy from the siren’s music.

“Here! I’m throwing you a rope!”

Torvos stood back and caught the hemp cord as it fell. He tugged a few times and then hoisted himself up to the top of the pit, bracing his feet against the walls as he went. He finally pulled himself up to the main room and rolled to his side, gasping from the effort.

“Get up! You don’t have much time!” Nidra said. She dumped a heavy brown sack onto his lap, making him grunt in pain.

“What is this for?” he asked.

Nidra held her fingers to her lips, begging him to stay quiet. She opened the sack. At least a hundred gold slave bands glimmered back at him.

“I got as many as I could,” she said, glancing nervously down the hall. “There should be enough for a few hundred soldiers. They haven’t been fully enchanted, so your army will be able to pass by the wards unaffected.”       

Down the hall, footsteps began marching closer. Nidra gasped and pulled Torvos to his feet.

“Quick, down the stairs! You can escape through a window!”

The two of them raced to the flight of sand stone stairs across the hall, following them down. Torvos only made it five steps before stopping, his body leaning against the wall and his hands wringing his package.

"Torvos?” Nidra looked back.

“I…I can’t go on…it’s…ah!....it’s the slave ring. It’s pleasuring my manhood…so hard to concentrate..."

The mighty bull sank down, his jaw clenched with the agony of denial. All he could think of was rutting, of cumming, of submitting. Nidra glanced nervously above the stairs, watching for approaching shadows coming down the hallway.

“We don’t have much time. Here!” Nidra whispered as she reached into her cloth sack. She retrieved a small vial filled with a thick, viscous serum. She poured some of the pearly lotion on her hand and quickly started slathering Torvos’ hard cock with both hands. The bull groaned, ready to explode.

“Wha-what are you doing? I’ll cum!” he said, panicked.

“Shhhh…just breathe. The balm should start working soon,” said the human as she continued to work her hands up and over Torvos’ length, her slick fingers squeezing the top of his member.

Torvos thought he would boil over with the slightest touch, but then, miraculously, he felt the pressure in his balls begin to gradually subside. The thick lotion had a strange, numbing effect that stifled his raging arousal. The minotaur breathed deeply through his nostrils, feeling his mind become clearer as the buzzing pulses from his slave ring faded. He blinked, awkwardly realizing that Nidra was still stroking his stiff cock, a look of wonder on her face.

“Ahem…I…I believe it’s working,” he said. Nidra looked up, self-consciously.

“Oh! Uh…good. We best hurry then!”

The human turned and continued running down the stairs with Torvos at her heels. “The slave jeweler gave me that lotion. He said it’s a natural antidote to the ring’s magic. Your slave band should be permanently deactivated now.”

“That’s a relief! I wasn’t looking forward to cutting it off, the slave band that is.”

Nidra led him to an open window at least five stories above the ground. Behind them, they could hear the approaching footsteps of a patrol. Nidra beckoned Torvos to the window.

“This is it. Jump!”

“Are you joking?!” Torvos glanced down the forty foot drop.

“The wall widens out as you go. Just let yourself slip down the side and you’ll be fine. Hurry! There’s no time!”

Torvos grabbed the sack and hopped onto the window ledge, looking down apprehensively.

“What about you?” He asked, turning to Nidra.

“The whole palace is looking for me as it is. I would only be a liability. You’ll stand a better chance of escaping on your own!”

The footsteps were closer now. Torvos could hear several women talking and laughing.

“Go, already!” Nidra said, nearly pushing him out the window. “Take those to your army! Have them attack before Anuhkara can muster her defenses! You’re the last chance we have for freedom, Torvos. Hurry!”

Torvos nodded and then pulled her into a tight embrace, the bristling hair on his chin tickling her neck.

“Thank you, Nidra,” he said tenderly. “I will come back and liberate you and the rest of them. Be strong!”

Hanging himself out the window by his fingertips, Torvos took a deep breath and let himself go. He slid down the rough sandstone, the friction burning his hands and knees, until the palace wall began to widen out. Torvos slowed down and then fell the last ten feet to the ground as he came to the edge of the rooftop.

The sun had just set, and the courtyard of the palace was shrouded in darkness. Torvos picked up the sack, walking around like he was under the queen’s sway, until he made his way to the outer perimeter. With a final glance back at Nidra, watching him from the distant tower window, Torvos slipped into the night, his cock ring letting him pass through the protective wards.

Nidra watched him go, her face oddly blank. As soon as he was out of sight, the hissing clink of scales filled the room, and two soft hands fell on her shoulders.

“Is it done, my delicious pet?” Sulayla’s voice dripped into Nidra’s ear. She melted under her touch.

“Yes…it is done…” She said in a dreamy monotone.

“Gooood. You have served our queen well.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I…I live to serve the queen!”

“I know, pet. I know,” Sulayla said, slithering around to face the dazed woman. “And you will, for the rest of time. But first,”

Sulayla let her fingers drop down below her navel, just where her body began to morph into her tail, and held open a slit that exposed her fragrant, dripping pussy.

“You shall serve me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Nidra said, dropping to her knees.