As dawn broke, the army of entranced minotaurs, led by Korun Toth, paraded through the main gates of Anuhkara’s citadel. The sorceress had arranged a special welcome for the complete submission of what used to be her most imminent threat. Every female handler and slave driver, be they human, holstaur, centaur, or harpy, lined the causeway to the palace gates, cheering and taunting the tamed minotaurs as they entered. They flaunted their naked bodies and groped each other teasingly, laughing as the captive army did nothing more than walk on with their erections jutting painfully from their bodies. The women folk reached out their hands, pulling their cocks and flicking the balls of their former enemies. The bewitched soldiers only winced and continued on their way.

The women of the palace were so occupied with humiliating their new playthings that they never noticed a single minotaur break formation as soon as he was inside the walls of the palace.

Torvos knew he had to be careful. If anyone noticed that his cock ring was deactivated, he’d be swarmed with hostile guards. He calmly made his way up the grand stairs, adopting the blank, empty face of a slave whenever anyone crossed his path. He skulked farther up the main tower until, at last, he crouched low behind a stone pillar, within sight of the throne room of Anuhkara.

Doubt gnawed at him. His plan wasn’t anything more than a desperate assassination attempt. With his friends and army under the sway of Anuhkara’s magic, he had no other option than to try and finish the queen off himself and hope that her death would release all within the citadel from her power.

As he pondered the best way to push past the heavy oak doors, a familiar human slave came drifting down the hallway, carrying a silver tray with several drinks. Torvos watched Nidra float through her steps, obviously enthralled by the queen’s magic. Before she could knock on the doors to the throne room, Torvos threw his imposing frame in front of her.

“You betrayed us,” Torvos said, without ire. He could see that Nidra was not in her own mind. He didn’t even understand what he hoped to achieve by confronting her. “You set up my entire village with those cursed slave bands of yours. Why, Nidra?”

“…Torvos…” the name came from the darkest recesses of her mind, floating up like a bubble from a dark pool. “…I had no choice, Torvos…The queen must be obeyed…I serve the queen…I am a slave to Queen Anuhkara…”

“And were you always her slave?” Torvos said, towering over her. “Did you play us all for fools when you led us here and betrayed my comrades? When you betrayed Breah?”

Nidra stared ahead, her mind lost in a swirl of pleasure and subservience, but a small glint of a tear formed in the corner of her eye.

“…didn’t betray Breah…tried to warn her…told her to run…she didn’t…fell to the Queen’s magic…they found me after…made me remember…the pleasure of obedience to Anuhkara…”

Torvos nodded grimly. He could hardly blame the meek human for succumbing to the machinations of the queen and her servants. If he had anyone to blame, it was himself for falling for such an obvious trap and leading each of his comrades to their doom. He put his strong hand on Nidra’s shoulder, squeezing softly.

“I am going to help you, Nidra. Just as you tried to help us. I swear to you, you will be free!”

“Torvos…” the slave girl said, a spark of awareness returning to her face. She placed the tray she was carrying on the floor and walked over to the wall, running her fingers over the contours of the sandstone blocks. She dug her fingertips around a specific block and wiggled it loose, revealing a small opening in the wall. She reached in and pulled out a shining sword with a glittering jewel in its hilt.

Nidra held the sword in her open hands, offering it freely. Her body shook like she was in physical pain.

“Here…for you…take it quickly…” she struggled to say.

Torvos eyed the sword suspiciously, but decided it was worth the risk to have a weapon with him. The blade was light in his grip as he swung it, testing the balance.

“…Thank you,” he said.

From down the hall came the soft rustle of slithering scales, circling closer and closer.

“Do I sense a slave thinking their own thoughts? What are you up to, Nidra?” Sulayla’s voice echoed from the stairway.

Nidra turned back to the minotaur, struggling to fight the dark power coursing through her.

“Go! Now!” she said, her eyes fluttering shut.

Torvos didn’t waste any time and charged at the door, smashing the latch with his horns and sending the heavy wood panel flying open on its hinges. He barely caught a glimpse of the lamia slithering her way to Nidra before he slammed the doors shut.

“So,” a dark voice resonated across the room. “You’re still alive, after all.”

Anuhkara lounged on her throne, two Elven slave girls fanning her while a goblin lady massaged her feet.

“That’s more than you’ll be able to say in a few moments, witch!” Torvos said, making a beeline for the throne, his sword at the ready. “Your evil reign ends now.”

Anuhkara gave him a sly smile and snapped her fingers. Within a second, Grion, Koth, Breah, and Forin appeared from the back of the throne room, their hands filled with maces and battle axes. Torvos stopped in his tracks.

“So, it comes to this,” he snorted as he looked over his teammates. “I do not wish to fight any of you, but if I must, to secure your freedom, so be it!”

“Secure their freedom?” Anuhkara laughed. “Oh, it’s far too late for that, brave Torvos. No, this is simply a contest for rank!”

The sorceress whispered something to her attendants, who left with a subservient bow.

“You see, thanks to your rash actions, I now have possession of one of the most powerful armies in all Arathia! The minotaur army will certainly be useful as I spread my dominion over the entire world. But there is one tiny problem.”

On cue, the elven slaves led in Korun Toth, a gold chain fixed to his cock band and a sleepy look in his eye.

“This old, gray general of yours isn’t fit to lead my army. Look how easily he’s swayed just by feeling my silk touch on his manhood.”

From her seat, Anuhkara swiveled her finger in the air, each circle eliciting grunts and groans from the grand chief. Korun’s muscles tensed, trying to fight the magic chains around his cock and mind. It was futile, though. Within thirty seconds, his girthy cock spasmed and a jet of thick, yellow white semen erupted from his shaft. The mighty general’s face went slack, and his eyes opened wide, glazed with pleasure.

“What say you, proud Korun?” Anuhkara said with a smug grin. “Are you a threat to me and my empire now?”

“Mm…MMM…Mooo! MOOOOOO!!” Korun brayed like a mindless beast. Anuhkara cackled.

“See? I’m afraid the old fool has cum his brains out. Pity. Take him down to the workfield. He can live out the rest of his life finishing my citadel for me.”

The elven slaves complied, leading Korun like a docile cow.

“Now, it appears there’s an opening for the position for chieftain of my new minotaur army. Who shall it be? Well, there’s only one way to find out. Whoever defeats the mighty Torvos will serve as my champion and will know my bed every night for the rest of their lives. Who wouldn’t want such a job opportunity?”

Torvos adjusted the grip on his sword, preparing himself for what he knew was coming.

“Let the contest begin!” Anuhkara said, raising her arm. The slave rings on the minotaurs’ cocks and Breah’s nipples glowed fiercely, and the hypnotized slaves came to life with a look of fury, ready to charge their former captain.

Grion and Koth attacked first, the former brandishing an axe and the latter a club. Torvos dodged Koth’s blow while parrying Grion on his left. Before the younger minotaur could recover, Torvos swept his feet under Grion’s heels, sending him sprawling on his back. Unfortunately, Torvos didn’t count on Koth landing a kick from behind. Torvos spun around, momentarily stunned, and barely ducked in time before Koth’s cudgel sailed through the space where his head had been. Koth raised his club once more, but Torvos was ready for him and bucked him in the chest with the flat side of his sword. Koth staggered backwards while Grion returned to his feet.

Torvos glanced side to side, realizing what the two brothers were about to do. He inhaled deeply as both minotaurs charged at him full speed, their heads down, intent on goring him to death on their lethal horns. Then, when both of them were less than a yard away, Torvos leaped back, letting their two heads crash into each other with a heavy thud, their horns miraculously missing each other’s skulls.

The two brothers fell to the ground like a pair of logs. Torvos shook his head. Anuhkara might be able to arouse their fury in battle, but evidently not their brains.

A shrill scream made Torvos turn just as Breah lunged at him with a short broadsword. He barely had time to parry Breah’s advances as she attacked with the agility and strength of a lion. He caught her blade on his and pressed back, struggling to meet her blue eyes.

“Breah! My jewel! You don’t have to listen to her! You are strong! Shake off her power over you!”

Breah didn’t relent her attack, but Torvos could see the struggle in her face.

“Don’t listen to him, Breah!” Anuhkara said, musically. “He’s trying to keep you from claiming your rightful place as Chieftess of the minotaurs. You know you are stronger, smarter than him. You deserve to be the ruler. Defeat him and make him grovel at your feet. I know you’ve always wanted that!”

A gleam of animal hunger shone in Breah’s eyes as she glared at Torvos, raw ambition taking over her mind.

“Yes…I’ve always wanted to dominate him…take him by that giant cock of his and ride him like a stallion…put him in his place…”

“Then do it, Breah,” Anuhkara said, grinning in amusement as she watched the spectacle. “Make him kneel at your feet.”

Breah pushed herself hard against Torvos, sending him staggering backwards. She raised up her sword, ready to deliver the decisive blow, but Torvos was too quick. He levelled a jab with his elbow at Breah’s face and then whipped his sword against hers, sending her weapon flying from her hand. He levelled the point of his blade at her throat.

“Breah! Please, try to reclaim your mind. I don’t want to hurt you!” he pleaded with her.

“Oh, Torvos!” Breah said, her tone soft and inviting. Her hands drifted to her massive breasts, held by the gold plates and chains. “I know you could never hurt me. Not after all those nights we spent, rutting like there was no tomorrow. Don’t you remember how you pleasured me with your thick cock until my voice was hoarse from shouting your name? You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”

Torvos knew he didn’t, but he had to neutralize her somehow if he wanted to free her from Anuhkara’s spell. In his moment of hesitation, he let his eyes wander down to Breah’s heavy breasts as she jumbled them around and around…around and around…

The coin-sized nipple plates covering her nipples began to glow, throwing rings of light into the air as Breah twisted and shimmied, dazzling his eyes. Torvos felt his cock twitch and swell, each flash from her nipples dulling his mind a little more.

“That’s right, Torvos…” Breah cooed, her voice silkier than he could imagine. “You don’t want to hurt me….You don’t want to fight me…not when you could let yourself watch my glorious breasts…the breasts of a powerful queen…commanding your thoughts…commanding your desires…just rest, Torvos…let my breasts soothe you…drown you in pleasure…just keep watching…”

Torvos knew he was in trouble. He knew what Breah was trying to do and that he should strike to stun before it was too late. But her shimmying dance had a way of tranquilizing his mind, the spiralling rings pulsing from her gold nipple plates pacifying his thoughts. He just had to watch a little longer…watch the pretty tits bounce just a little more…so mesmerizing…

“Yes, Torvos…No use resisting my wonderful breasts…You’re so relaxed watching them dance…and that sword looks so heavy…Why don’t you just let it…drop?”

With a loud clatter, Torvos’ sword fell to the floor. He didn’t react and only continued to gaze at his mate’s flashing tits, a vapid smile spreading on his face. From the edge of her throne, Anuhkara chuckled with glee.

“Yesss…You have him now, Breah,” she said, walking to the holstaur and handing her a new cock ring. “Now, slip this on him and yoke him to my service forever!”

Breah took the ring, her lusty eyes locked on Torvos. “You can’t think, Torvos…” she cooed at him. “You must serve…serve me…serve the radiant Queen Anuhkara…we will all bow before her…give her your body…give her your mind…let her control your cock…”

Torvos swayed on his feet, unresisting as Breah approached him. She sank to her knees, his hard cock exposed, in reach of her grasp. The image of Breah’s stunning tits circled his mind, draining all his will to fight into his iron hardon. Who wouldn’t submit to those incredible orbs of feminine flesh that promised infinite pleasures?

Torvos blinked, feeling something amiss. He glanced down to see Breah almost frozen in place on her knees, her head bobbing back and forth with the gentle sway of his prick.

“…cock…wonderful, tasty cock…want to stare…want to worship…the cock…” she muttered, lost in a horny daze, the cock ring hanging limply from her fingers.

“You worthless, dick drunk, slut of a cow!” Anuhkara cried, burying her face in her hand. “Can’t you go ten minutes without getting distracted by cock?”

Wasting no time, Torvos vaulted over his mate and locked her head in the crook of his arm. He squeezed down on just the right pressure point until Breah passed out, her body collapsing to the floor unconscious.

“You will pay for making me do that to my beloved!” Torvos bellowed. “Now yield before I run this blade through your black heart!”

The sorceress grinned back at the minotaur, shaking her index finger at him.

“Not so fast. I still have one last contender for champion. Oh, Forin!”

Torvos gripped his sword with steeled determination as his brother came forward, a lethal mace in his powerful arms.

“I serve and protect my queen…I obey my queen…I will fight for my queen…” Forin chanted.

“I don’t wish to fight you, brother,” Torvos said, his breath heaving. He had just dispatched three of the mightiest warriors of his clan. He knew he would hardly be a match for his own brother. “You can stop this. Take control of yourself!”

Forin only glared at him with a mad smile. “I want nothing more than to bring glory to my queen…”

“To hell with it, then,” Torvos muttered and lunged straight at Forin.

A crashing blow to his chest sent Torvos reeling, gasping for breath. Forin ran at Torvos, swinging the heavy mace again and again. Torvos parried blow for blow, barely keeping up with his younger, more energetic kin. Forin kept him backpedaling until he knocked against one of the stone pillars in the throne room. With a twirl, Forin sent the mace flying straight at his brother’s head. Torvos ducked at the last minute, the spikes of the mace embedding themselves in the solid stone.

With Forin’s weapon stuck in the pillar, Torvos pressed his advantage and wheeled around, aiming a slash at Forin’s side. Forin leaped back, the blade only barely scratching him across the flank, drawing a trickle of blood. As Torvos raised his blade, his brother, quick as a snake, drove his fist straight into Torvos’ face. Torvos reeled back, his sword knocked out of his hand by another kick from his brother. Before he could react, Forin charged him, his horns aimed at his brother’s heart. Torvos caught the two horns in his hands, calling on all his strength to meet his brother. The two stayed locked together, muscles straining, breath hot and angry, until, with an animal cry, Torvos threw his brother’s head straight down into the floor.

The blow was enough to snap the tip off Forin’s left horn. Then, with the savagery of a creature fighting for his life, Torvos whipped his fist into Forin’s mouth, then again, and again…and again.

Forin at last collapsed onto the floor, his bloody, battered face barely drawing breath.

Anuhkara stared down at Torvos as he panted, his chest heaving with victory. For the first time, Torvos could sense a hesitancy in the sorceress, a small glint of fear in her eye as she gazed at his powerful body, no bodyguard left to protect her.

She slowly grabbed the edges of her dark robe and meekly pulled it aside, exposing her nude form to her attacker.

“You have bested my power, great bull,” she said, her voice trembling in awe. “I am at your mercy. All that I have, my palace, my empire, my body,” she ran her hands along her curves, “are yours for the taking. You are my champion, my conqueror, mighty bull. Do what you will to me.”

Torvos marched up to where Anuhkara stood by her throne, his body pulsing with heat, his mind incensed with his hard-won victory. He could snap her neck in two, or he could reach into her chest and rip out her heart. He had finally won and had every right to destroy her evil empire once and for all.

Snorting with rage, he grabbed her by the hair, bent her over the arm of her throne, and plunged his raging cock into her tight, wet slit. He could bring her to justice later. Right now, all he wanted to do was to release his rage and frustration by dominating the arrogant temptress in every way possible. He thrust his massive cock in and out of Anuhkara’s pussy, each buck of his hips slamming her against the stone chair of her throne. She cried out, feeling his mammoth cock stretching the walls of cunt, his tip smashing against her cervix.

“Oh! OHH! Mercy, mighty bull! Please, show mercy!”

“Shut up, you whore!” Torvos barked as he continued to rage fuck the sorceress. “You’ll take all of it and more!”

“Oh! Great warrior! What will you do with me?” She whined, moaning a little too eagerly.

“Just you wait and see!” Torvos said, his passion rising. He threw her against the back of the throne and lifted her legs above her head, pounding her as she was bent over double. “Maybe I’ll get my horniest soldiers to line up and gang bang you six at a time. We’ll make you choke on buckets of our cum. You’ll be nothing more than our depraved little whore for our amusement! Wouldn’t you like that!?”

“Oh, yes, master!”

“Who am I?” Torvos roared, his cock raging hard.

“You’re my champion! My powerful conqueror!” Anuhkara cried back.

“WHO AM I?!”

“You’re my mighty bull! My irresistible dominator!”

Before Torvos could stop himself, he was gushing cum into the queen’s raw pussy, his whole body spasming in the most satisfying, cathartic release of his life. He bellowed, his entire being aflame with sheer god-like power!

The wave of pleasure finally washed back, and the minotaur staggered in exhaustion. Anuhkara slithered around him and helped him to sit down on the throne. He leaned back, resting in the seat of command over an entire empire, the new chief of his people, ready to rule over them with righteous authority.

As he luxuriated in his newfound dominance, Anuhkara ran her hand over his half flaccid cock and deftly fit the gold slave ring over his shaft.

“My strong, mighty champion,” she cooed to him, her hand gently caressing his balls. “You’ve fought so hard, pushed yourself to your limits…you’re body and mind must be exhausted…let yourself rest… go to sleeeeep….”

Torvos sensed the danger he was in, but the ring around his cock hummed and throbbed, flooding his mind with lazy waves of pleasure. It surrounded his brain in a thick, warm fog, pierced only by Anuhkara’s lilting voice.

“Such a strong bull…such a mighty, powerful warrior…let me guide you to sleep…”

Her silky hands stroked down his cock and balls. Despite just emptying himself, Torvos felt the queen’s magic infecting his dick, making it swell in arousal. Anuhkara swept her hand over the minotaur’s face again and again.

“Sleeeeep…your eyes are so heavy…so tired…so horny and helpless…going to sleep…sleeeeep…”

Torvos felt like weights were tied to his eyes. He tried to get up, but couldn’t fight the delicate hand toying with his cock or the enchanted ring flooding his mind with pleasure.

“Sleep, my powerful champion…” Anuhkara reached her hand to her robe and pulled the thin fabric to the side, letting her magnificent breasts fall out. Torvos watched in mindless fascination as two pink nipples danced and swirled in front of his eyes.

“Sleep. Sleep and serve me…”

With a final whimper, Torvos closed his eyes and surrendered.

The sun rose against a red sky as Torvos marched down the line of minotaurs hauling the final block for Anuhkara’s citadel. Sunlight glinted off the gold tips of his horns as the buxom slave drivers paused to bow before him, offering their bodies for his delight. He glanced approvingly at them, taking note of whom he would invite to his chambers to service him alongside Breah later that night.

He finished his rounds of inspection and made his way into the palace. He walked with a wide gait, strangely aware of a weight hanging from his legs, his cock ring teasing his semi-erection. He might have found it distracting, but he knew he had to maintain his sharp mental focus, all his strength funneled into his duties as general.

Inside the palace, Grion, Koth, and Forin stood guard next to the throne room. They snapped to attention and saluted as Torvos marched up to them. He instructed each to run drills with their respective squads that afternoon.

“We’re getting reports that the elves are sending scouts into the southern lands,” he told them. “Stay alert and see to it that any who are found within the wards are brought in for re-education.”

“Yes, General, sir!” they barked. Torvos dismissed them with a curt nod.

Torvos signaled to the remaining sentinels to open the grand doors and walked into the throne room. His queen lounged on her throne as Breah fed her berries while the sorceress used the holstaur’s lush breasts as a pillow.

Off to the side of the throne, Sulayla played a long wooden flute, swaying her body while Nidra danced in the center of the floor, her body enslaved to the lamia’s music. Torvos marched to the foot of the throne and dropped to his knee, his head bowed. Something touched the floor as he knelt sending shivers of pleasure through him. He paid it no heed, focused instead on the words of his radiant queen.

“Well? How fares the construction?” Anuhkara said as she cuddled back into Breah’s cleavage.

“All is going faster than we anticipated, Queen Anuhkara,” Torvos said, her name echoing in his head like a song. “The last stone of your citadel is being laid as we speak. Soon, none will be able to resist your power.”

“Mmmm…excellent, my proud general! You’ve served your queen well!”

Torvos broadened his chest, glowing under his queen’s praise.

“Thank you, my queen.”

“But now,” Anuhkara said, lifting her finger and drawing small, spiraling circles in front of Torvos’ face. “It’s time for the ‘general’ to retire and for my pet bull to come out. Don’t you think so Torvos? Time to be my good…pet…bull…”

SNAP! Anuhkara clicked her fingers and the intelligence immediately drained from Torvos’ eyes. His mouth opened and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

“What do you have to say for yourself now, my good bull?”

Torvos brayed like a beast. “Mmm…mmMMOOooo! Moooo!!”

Anuhkara laughed with dark joy and commanded Breah and Nidra to entertain her pet. The two mindless serving girls crawled over to Torvos, gently licking and caressing his balls that had swollen to the size of coconuts thanks to Anuhkara’s irresistible magic. The weight of his scrotum was like a lead ball constantly yoking his mind to his queen’s whims, all but unnoticeable to him while he acted as the general, but ever tugging at his psyche.

A smooth tail coiled around Torvos’ shaft as Sulayla gently teased him, her eyes flashing and spiraling, captivating his gaze as she continued to play her sultry music. The holstaur and human kneeling at his feet gazed worshipfully at his massive balls as they kissed and licked his most sensitive areas. Anuhkara stretched and slid her body out of her robes, her nude form reclining on her throne.

“Well done, my loyal, horny slaves. I believe a celebration is in order.” She spread her powerful legs, revealing her slick pussy to Torvos, who stared enraptured, drool trickling down his face.

“Pleasure me with your mouth, horny bull. Do a good job and I might even let you empty those full balls of yours on the eager ladies. Surely, you have enough for all of us?”

Torvos was powerless to refuse. “Yes, my queen…” he droned as he brought his mouth to her puffy lips.

“Mmmmm…good. All will bow before my unstoppable power, and all will serve me as my loyal slaves. And let it be said that the glory of my reign was only ever matched by the splendor of my orgies!”

Four heads bowed and chanted in unison.

“Glory to thee, Radiant Anuhkara, Queen of the Earth!”