When Torvos arrived at his village a little after daybreak, he was immediately brought before Korun Toth, the battle-scarred general of the minotaur army. He also happened to be the father of Breah and Torvos’ father-in-law.

“Torvos! The gods protect you!” He said, wrapping his muscular arm around him in the traditional greeting between close relatives. “We were beginning to fear the worst when we lost contact with you. Tell me, was the mission a success? Did you find a weakness we can use against the cursed witch?”

The graying minotaur looked over Torvos’ shoulder, only then realizing his son-in-law had returned alone.

“Where is the rest of your team? Where is Breah?”

Torvos bowed his head and sank to his knees.

“Forgive me, Korun,” he said. “I have failed you. While attempting to rescue my brother, Forin, I allowed Breah and the rest of the team to fall prey to the sorceress’s black magic. It is a miracle that I was able to escape with my own mind. Your daughter, Grion, and Koth are all thralls to Anuhkara now.”

The crowd that gathered around them hung their heads, mourning the loss of three brave warriors. Korun heaved a sigh out through his wide nostrils and shook his horns.

“This is grim news, indeed. But do not take the shame of defeat on yourself, Torvos. After all, who else ever returned to us once they set foot inside the dark queen’s citadel?”

Torvos rose to his feet, raising his voice to the whole village.

“My chief! All is not lost! We can still liberate Breah and the rest of our people!”

He held up one of the gold slave rings high so everyone could see.

“This is how we shall thwart the witch! Every soldier must put one of these on his manhood! With it, we can penetrate the wards around Anuhkara’s citadel and finally bring our full might to battle the queen!”

Hearing this, the minotaurs broke into cheers and bellows. Korun Toth took one of the gold rings, inspecting it closely.

“Hmmm…are you sure these are…safe, Torvos?”

“I’d stake my horns on it!” Torvos crowed. “It’s how we infiltrated the sorceress’ keep in the first place. Our small team was overcome one by one, but with our full army, we shall finally serve justice to the witch!”

Korun snorted and nodded his head, trusting the word of his mightiest warrior.

“Let us prepare! Each warrior to his weapon! A gold ring for every minotaur in the village! At the next dawn, we attack!”

The village spent the rest of the day and into the evening sharpening battle axes, stringing bows, and quivering arrows. At the evening meal, Torvos presented every warrior with their cock ring.

“It’s best we put these on now, so we are ready to move out at dawn’s first light. They aren’t the least uncomfortable to wear, oddly enough.”

After much feasting and several speeches from their chief, the minotaurs retired with their mates, anxious for the coming battle. Torvos stayed up late into the night, staring at the dying embers of the bonfire, wondering what depraved acts the sorceress was making Breah perform under her dark spell. He comforted himself with the thought that she would soon be free along with Grion, Koth, and Forin, as he fell into a dark sleep.

Not long after, the crescent moon rose over the minotaur village. Torvos shifted restlessly on his mat. His mind churned with visions of Breah dancing for him, pushing her heavy udders up for his amusement. He smiled in his sleep as he dreamed of his beloved.

With the slightest glow, the gold band around his shaft hummed once, softly.

In his mind, Torvos watched Breah’s nipples as two gold discs magically appeared over her dark areolae. He wondered where he had seen those before.

Another buzz, longer and more intense this time, and his questions dissolved in his brain like sugar in water. He moaned in his sleep as his cock came up hard and angry. He dreamt of Breah’s gold-capped breasts swinging to and fro, up and down, around and around in circles. His eyes tracked the shiny gold discs, letting his head follow. Something about the situation seemed wrong to Torvos, but as soon as he tried to figure out what, his body was wracked by another burst of vibration from his cock.

It didn’t matter. He was dreaming. Just having a horny dream about his mate. He could just relax and enjoy it.

Relax and enjoy…

The words swirled around his head as two slender hands, crested with sharp, black nails, groped Breah’s huge tits from behind, fondling them, letting the gold discs reflect beams of amber light into his eyes.

The buzzing throb from his cock ring began to pulse in an even, steady rhythm, methodically working Torvos up and making him hornier and hornier. He began to pant as he dreamed of himself helplessly ogling Breah's incredible body. The two hands drifted in front of the holstaur’s face. Breah followed the fingers with a distant, vapid look until they traced a gentle circle in front of her eyes. The holstaur’s face melted into an empty expression of bliss as she swayed uneasily on her feet. The hands cupped her chin and forehead, gently guiding her head back, deep in trance, to rest on a pair of full, soft breasts framed by a plunging black neckline.

Torvos suddenly saw the leering face of Anuhkara stare back at him from above Breah's drowsy form. The dark sorceress stared into Torvos eyes, her gaze penetrating his soul. The minotaur gazed passively into the witch’s fiery eyes, feeling his wrath slowly drain down into his full balls, leaving only stupefied obedience.

The image of Anuhkara curled her fingers and whispered a single word.

“Rise.”

Torvos felt his cock strain even further as his whole body went rigid and he was instantly overcome by a wave of vertigo. Anuhkara smiled and slowly traced circles in the air, her fingers leaving sparkling trails of light, dazzling Torvos. Breah's head lolled around with the shimmering circles, causing her tits to gently sway. The sorceress helped the dazed holstaur to stand and began leading Breah like a harnessed cow. Torvos also gaped stupidly at the circles of light as the vibrations in his cock continued to batter down the defenses of his mind.

The circles were so round and pretty. Just like Breah’s tits. Round and pretty…

“Follow…follow, my fat, sweet cattle…follow and obey…”

The image in front of Torvos began to waver, like reflections in a pond, and he suddenly realized he was no longer in his tent, but outside. He was marching across the moonlit desert, his cock jutting out proudly from his legs, glowing and buzzing with every step. All around him were his minotaur brethren, their eyes half-open. Between each of their legs was a massive erection hugged by one of Anuhkara’s golden bands, pulsing and glowing, keeping the proud bulls in a constant fugue of desperate arousal.

Torvos knew something had gone horribly wrong, but he could hardly put two thoughts together anymore. All of his mental faculties were held captive in his fat balls, heavy with cum. It felt as if each step was pumping his testes up with seed, making him stupid and pliable. He shook his head hard, trying to muster the will power to break free of the spell.

Then he saw it. He saw her.

Towering in front of them, tall as a mountain, was Queen Anuhkara, her giant form overshadowing the entire valley as she called the minotaurs forth with every sinuous motion of her hands. Her breasts were the size of hilltops, barely constrained by a web of leather straps over her chest. A flowing loin cloth adorned her hips as they swayed to and fro, rocking the earth beneath the minotaurs’ feet and matching the pulsing beat in their cocks.

“Come…come to me, my loyal army” Anuhkara’s voice rang like a silver bell, covering the entire valley. “Let your minds surrender to the pleasure…let my words seduce your thoughts, your desires…I am your keeper, your queen, your infallible goddess…come and bow before me…offer me your bodies, minds, and souls…give yourself to my radiant glory…come…come…come….”

Torvos felt each of Anuhkara’s words vibrate through his cock, pulling his thoughts apart. He had to rally his strength and wake up the others. From the corner of his eye, he could see some of the younger, more willful bulls bucking their shoulders, trying to combat the sorceress’ magic.

“Fight, my brothers!” Torvos managed to shout. “The evil witch’s magic isn’t as strong as you think! We can fight it!”

Above them, the towering form of Anuhkara laughed and put her hand to her mouth, mockingly.

“Aww, do some of you really believe you still have a chance of resisting. My, what big, strong minds you stubborn bulls have. Well, I guess there’s only one thing to do…”

Her hands rose fifty feet in the air and hooked the straps of her top.

“We’ll just have to scramble those brains to goop. Behold the power of your divine queen!”

The sorceress pulled down on the straps. Torvos felt a strange, irresistible wave rise through him, like his body was gently floating up by his balls. Then, Anuhkara released an avalanche jiggling flesh as her breasts came free, tumbling down her arms and chest. Torvos felt himself falling with the glorious titty landslide, his will evaporating.

From out of the deep valley of Anuhkara’s cleavage flew a dark cloud of rosy red and black shapes. The strange cloud floated and swirled through the air before descending over the group. Dazed, Torovs looked up as a swarm of crimson-skinned women, each a fiery copy of Anuhkara, flew down to them on black wings, their naked bodies glowing with seductive power. One curvaceous figure floated in fronted of Torvos’ face, her pussy radiating heat onto his cock.

“You have no power, Torvos…” the flame-colored succubus hissed, her round tits tumbling in his face. “No power to resist us…No power to resist Anuhkara…”

As he gazed mindlessly at the wobbly rack in front of him, two slender, muscular legs scissored around his neck. He felt the weight of another succubus riding on top of his shoulders, her hands gripping and steering his horns, her steamy cunt grinding into the nape of his neck, bathing him with pheromones.

“Let us steer you…Let us drive you…drive the herd to their new owner, you new goddess…Let us drive you to Anuhkara…”

The succubus in front of him hovered on her wings, leaning her body over at the waist, her plump hips sticking in the air. She shimmied her breasts in front of Torvos as she fluttered backwards. Torvos hardly realized he was steadily marching, monotonously plodding one foot in front of the other. Her breasts were shimmering in reds and golds and blues, like a warm crackling fire. The heat of the pussy resting on the back of his neck filled him, spreading down to the ever-present grip of the gold band on his cock.

“All your will is boiling in your balls…” The succubae cooed in his ear. “Can’t cum out….trapped in your balls…Anuhkara has your will….Anuhkara controls your balls…Anuhkara is your goddess…”

Torvos groaned and saw stars erupt in his vision as two flat, wet flaps of muscle slithered over his cock, like two long prehensile tongues intent on driving him insane. The succubae giggled as they watched Torvos’ eyes spinning in his head, a wide euphoric smile plastered on his face, as their dexterous tails teased their enthralled minotaur’s nether regions. Across the wide field, scores of succubus versions of Anuhkara rode on the backs of the powerful minotaurs, their silken words flowing in and out of their heads, as they guided them by their cocks to the Citadel of the Goddess.

The march of the ensorcelled army turned into a drum beat, so easy to march, one foot in front of the other, pulled by the sexy tails licking up and down his cock. A wave of ecstatic pleasure overtook Torvos’ mind as he plunged through the floor like quicksand. Reality dissolved in a sea of pleasure. The world erupted into a sea of slithering red and gold coils and he was marching, in line with his other warriors, along its spirally path. Around and around. In the center of the spiral of coils was a giant serpentine eye, its slitted pupil radiating colors and visions.

“Come to her…Give your cum to her…Helpless to resist the pull…Impossible to deny your goddess…”    

The words pulsed through Torvos’ brain. He was marching steadily along gazing happily into the pretty eye spinning in the coils, his cock now sandwiched between the two succubae’s mouths. He somehow knew what would happen once he walked around the coiling path and into the eye. He would tumble out of existence, only an empty shell to be control by the goddess Anuhkara’s tin soldier.

And he was fine with that. In fact, he had never been happier in his life, his mind finally in the palm of Anuhkara’s divine hand. It was worth it to feel the heaven of surrendering himself to this unyielding pleasure. He got closer and closer as the eye tracked his movements around the coils. The Succubae began to moan and urge him on, smooshing their breasts around his tortured cock. In front of him, Torvos could see his warriors marching around the shimmering spirals until they reached the compelling eye. They kept their brainless smiles and hard cocks even as they stepped into the void, while the succubau who escorted them flew away cackling evilly to themselves.

“Almost there, proud Torvos,” The succubus on his right whispered. “Just a few more feet…almost there…” 

Suddenly, the world fell from underneath him. Torvos felt his body free fall until he landed in a pool of freezing water with a loud splash. He flailed his arms, choking on brackish liquid until he raised his head, his mind snapping back to reality. He sputtered, realizing that he had just fallen off the side of a ridge and into a swamp.

He looked around him. The succubae had vanished along with the spiraling coils. The towering vision of Anuhkara had also disappeared, replaced only by the distant tops of the dark sorceress’s citadel on the horizon. Confused, the minotaur looked back at the ridge he had been marching along.

“Oh, no…” Torvos muttered to himself as he saw the path. Across the shadowy plain all the warriors of his clan were shuffling forward in the moonlight, their arms held out in front of them and their bull cocks fully erect, the gold bands around them pulsing. Torvos immediately recognized their vapid, blank looks. It was the same look Forin had in the barracks, the same look Breah wore when she had groveled at the sorceress’s feet.

Torvos scrambled back up the side of the ledge, shaking the grimy water off his hide. He grabbed the nearest warrior next to him, yanking him by the shoulders.

“Wake up, you fool! We’ve been betrayed! Don’t let the witch into your head! Fight! For the sake of the gods, fight!!”

The young warrior only stalked forward, mindlessly chanting his devotion to Queen Anuhkara. Torvos tried to grab the young bull in a headlock, but got a blow to his sternum, the warrior’s horns nearly stabbing him in the chest. He staggered back, letting the warrior continue on his way to slavery. All around him, his brethren were sleepwalking their way to the citadel, helplessly under Anuhkara’s power.

Torvos felt a twinge of arousal pull at him from between his legs. He glanced down, recoiling as he realized his slave band was trying to lull his will back into compliance.

He had to act fast.

Crouching low, he groped blindly until his hand found a piece of flint with a sharp edge. He steadied himself, holding his pulsing erection in his hand. With all possible care, Torvos scraped the flint across the glowing rune that had appeared on the band. He cut the sharp rock against the soft metal again and again until the rune was indecipherable and faded along with the aura of the sorceress’s power.

Torvos doubled over, his breath heaving with effort. It felt as if he had just lifted a heavy iron chain off his shoulders and could at last think for himself without the sorceress’s voice tugging at his thoughts. He realized now how dangerous it would be to try to free his comrades in their current state, bespelled by the witch’s magic. They were liable to turn against him if he caused too much of a disturbance, and there was no way that Torvos could fight off all of them at once.

He looked up ahead, spotting Korun Toth’s hulking frame leading the group into a conspicuous patch of fog, their cock rings allowing them to penetrate the protective ward that concealed the entrance to Anuhkara’s domain.

Torvos shook his horns to clear his head and then took his place in the line of mesmerized warriors, bracing himself for the task before him.