Paula took a dildo meant to put pressure on a man's prostate gland in her hand. It had a thick, dark bull's tail attached to the back of it. She coated it with a huge amount of lube, rubbing it on the dildo to make sure it was coated entirely. She brought it up to Tom's exposed ass, while his attention was focused on Susan's deep sucking. She pressed it against his asshole, moving it around to lube up Tom's asshole and get him used to the feeling before slowly sliding it in. He grunted, and Susan moaned as his cock seemed to get even harder. Paula worked it in deeper until only the tail stuck out, and now Susan was blowing the minotaur, the body of a muscular man, with the head and tail, and maybe the cock and balls of a bull.
Tom got into character, grunting, and grabbing Susan's head like something part animal, his legs spread to make room for his monster cock and his big tail. The tail made his cock absolutely throb, feeling harder and thicker than ever.
Tom grabbed Susan roughly, pulling her to her feet, his cock popping out of her mouth to groans of confusion and frustration from her. Tom spun her around, pushing her over, and Susan's frustration turned to excitement. She reached out to brace herself, getting a hold of the wall just as Tom filled her from behind while he grunted loudly, beating his chest, then holding her roughly around the waist.
Tom and Susan had been too busy fucking to notice Paula had changed. Now they saw her walk into their field of vision. She wore a leather harness that looked like straps that went over her shoulders and down to her thighs, with straps joining them under and over her huge tits, across her belly, around her thighs and framing her wet, hairy pussy. Thigh high, tight books were the only other thing she wore, and they only accentuated her big hot muff and plump round ass. She held a cat-o-nine tails in one, smacking it into her other hand.
"I think I might like this," Paula said, coming over to where Tom was giving Susan the fucking of a lifetime. Susan held onto the wall while Tom grunted like an animal and banged into her. Paula pulled Susan's hair, making her look up while she put the cat-o-nine tails under her bent over form, smacking her tits and her inner thighs. "Take that cock, you slut!" Paula yelled at Susan.
Somehow Susan came harder than she had been, here knees growing weak. Tom held her up, fucking her like a rag doll until he exploded in her, pushing in deep to cum, the sloshing of their cum in her pussy overflowing out of her to soil his public hair and balls.
When Theresa. Laura and Kristin arrived the smell of sex was heavy in the air, Tom's cum stirring things in them that made them happy to be restrained to the wooden structure in the house that Tom and his harem had built. The girls wrists and ankles had padded restraints attached to them with chains coming off of them. Their legs were spread and bound touching eachother to loops at floor level. Their arms were lifted up, held together and looped through metal rings. A padded beam pushed against their stomachs, pushing their asses out as if they were bent over.
Paula came in looking at them defiantly, casually smacking the whip against one hand. Suddenly the hypnotic effects of Tom's cum seemed to dissipate and terror filled them. They looked around, eyes wide, hearts beating hard, calling out to their friend.
"Silence!" Paula called out, whipping the floor loudly. They froze. "You have bravely volunteered yourselves as sacrifices to the minotaur." They looked panicked and confused.
She backed up a little and the girls heads spun as they heard the angry, loud grunt of a beast. Tom, as the minotaur, walked into the room. The girls screamed at the site of Tom's muscular frame and the very real looking bull's head on his shoulders. He stood there making loud, violent sounding noises, banging his chest, making sure he had their attention, and then grabbing the leather flap covering him he ripped it off, letting his big, thick cock, hard with the anticipation of fucking these restrained women, and his big bull balls be seen by his sacrifices. His crotch as matted with cum, his body covered in sweat from the head of the bull head and his earlier fucking.
The girls were sobbing, struggling at their bonds, begging to be released. Paula came up behind each, undoing their togas and pulling them off, leaving them naked but for their sandals and hair adornments. She teased their backs and asses and the backs of their legs with the cat-o-nine-tails, accentuating their torment and anxiousness. She examined each, now picking up a bucket she had stowed to the side.
Theresa was tan and toned, a small part of her ass where a thong suit covered her when she sunbathed pale. Her firm, slim legs quivered, shaking her trimmed bush at Paula as she walked up behind her. Paula pushed a wide paintbrush like you'd use to paint a fence into the bucket of lube and slapped it up against Theresa's exposed crotch. She screeched in surprise and humliation.
Laura anxiously looked over her shoulder, trying to figure out what Paula had done to Theresa, and what she, presumably, was going to do to her. Laura's skin was pale, her thighs and ass thick and round. Her ass looked particularly big while she was bent over this way, as did her big tits hanging under her. Paula sloshed the paint brush in the bucket and applied copious quantities of it to Laura's smooth shaved pussy and ass. Lauara stood up on her tippy toes, trying to get away, making a sustained, high pitched noise.
Kristin, next in line to be lubed up, was shorter than the other girls, and she was fat. There's no way she would sunbathe wearing nothing but a thong like Theresa. Her ass and thighs showed cellulite. Paula used her whip in one hand to push Kristin's thighs apart as she slapped lube against her dark, thick pussy fur. Kristin had never been very comfortable with her body, and hadn't tried being with guys. Being stripped bare like this, spread and lubed so crudely, while it repelled her, also turned her on like crazy. She desperately tried to hide her excitement, while her nipples hardened, her breath quickened, her skin flushed and her pussy moistened beyond what the gobs of lube had done.
Kristin was no expert on cocks, to be sure, but she knew Tom's was massive. She would have thought he was just wearing a well done costume if it hadn't been for his body. He was so powerfully built, so toned, and his cock and balls, while all human, definitely looked like they took after a bull's. Her thighs quivered knowing that she'd feel that insane member deep in her before long.
Paula sauntered over to Tom the minotaur, her big ass swaying lewdly, highlighted by her boots and harness that went out of it's way to not conceal her. She placed the bucket at his feet, ignoring her chest beating and grunting. She put down her whip, kneeled in front of him, scooped up hand fulls of lube and jerked his cock and balls, making them shine like a throbbing, erotic statue cut from marble. She picked up her things and moved out of the way, and Tom slowly moved toward the terrified girls, their attention shifting from the minotaur head to his gigantic, ready cock. There was no mistaking what would happen. They were spread, nude and bent over. They and he were lubed up. They were going to get fucked by this mythologically massive pole of dick, their bodies and minds nothing more than support systems for the greased up fuck meat that had been sacrificed to the minotaur.
Tom walked behind the girls. They shook with fear, alternately looking over their shoulder to see what was happening and hanging their heads, trying to avoid seeing what was happening. They felt the heat coming from Tom, seemed to feel his breath from his bull nostrils. They smelled his sweat, his cock, his dirty crotch matted with cum. Unwillingly, they grew aroused, crying now not just from the betrayal of their friend from the betrayal of their own bodies. Being split in half by that impossibly big dick was terrifying, but wanting it was humiliating.
Tom moved up behind Laura, who was the middle of the three victims. Her big, pale ass stood out invitely, shaking with fear, her swollen, shaved pussy glistening. He grunted, holding his cock at it's base and slapped her ass and thighs with it. Laura sobbed, crying, "No, no, no, don't," she begged, now standing on her tippy toes, trying to get away. Tom put his cock between her spread legs and slapped upward against her pussy, the lube loudly splattering. He manipulated his cock between her lips, then slapping her ass again. He watched her ass tense, trying to close her holes from him. He put the head of his cock between her lips, and stood there as she wiggled, struggling, repeating her pleas of no, no, don't, even while her bouncing and shaking started arousing her.
Tom stood still, not putting his cock in her further, now reaching his hands up to caress that big ass, accentuated by her slim waist. His hands went down her hips to her thighs and back again. His grunts were softer now, appreciative. Laura made no effort to stop wiggling, though now they both knew she was making no attempt to stop the inevitable or dislodge his cock. To save herself from being thought of as a complete whore by her friends, whose thighs she could feel against her own they were bound so close together, she protested, even while she moved her body back as much as it would go, slowing forcing her body to take Tom's nearly fist sized cock head into her.
"Oh fuck, no, no," she cried, pushing back, "you bastard...uh...uh..don't...oh..oh...fuck...don't put that... oh God, oh God.... that massive... massive, of fuck that beautiful cock"
Tom smiled underneath the mask, teasing her with his length. She strained against her restraints to be able to push back more.
"Oh please, put that bull dick in me," Laura cried, her body desperately trying to take Tom's mythologically massive cock in her. Her pussy throbbed, stretched open, strained around him. Tom inched forward, allowing her a bit more dick, teasing her agonizingly, making her humiliate herself and beg to be raped by this animal.
Kristin and Theresa were overwhelmed with confusion and arousal and fear. Their own secret desires to be taken and used by this beast now felt like they could be admitted to, owned and articulated. They needn't have fear of dropping all pretenses of being respectable. They were strapped thigh to thigh, ready to be used for fucking, and they wanted it. As they grew to accept what they felt they felt Tom's hands as he placed one on each of them, his thumb between their ass cheeks against their assholes, his fingers between their legs working their pussies, sliding between their lips, forcing themselves inside them. He grunted, fucking all three at first, reveling in the control he was exercising of his own desire and the control over the pleasure of these three. They were being taken to new heights of pleasure, unrestrained by their senses of decorum, unrestricted by the size of cocks or a man's ability to pleasure a woman as long as we necessary.
Tom slowly moved forward, Laura bouncing her round ass against as much of his thick cock as she could get access to. She panted and moaned, sweat pouring down off her swinging breasts and her thick thighs. Tom slipped three fingers in Theresa and Kristin, readying them for the fucking they'd get in good time, the fucking they craved now. They wiggled against his hands, crying out now, too, urging him on with obscenities and begging.
Kristin's whole body seemed to tingle and throb, her nipples feeling like they'd burst from her body. She saw Paula watching their nude, excited bodies, their humiliation and degradation at the hands of their own overwhelming desires. Kristin humped back, eager to feel Tom stretch her fur covered fat pussy. His fingers sloshed in her, coming out to rub her lips and clit, then plunging back in her. His thumb pushed roughly against her asshole, swirling lube around it, hinting terrifyingly that his hunger might stretch beyond just fucking all three of them senseless in their pussies, but that he might also want to take their asses.
"Oh fuck, you fucking monster," Theresa moaned, humping Tom's hand. "Give me that giant cock...oh... you...oh...fucking animal," she begged.
Kristin's pussy tingled with stimulation, seeming to levitate her whole body. She tried to somehow mentally resist was he did to her ass, knowing that having his giant cock push into her, with her cellulite covered fat ass cheeks spread, would hurt and humiliate her more. But he stimulated her none the less, ignoring any sense of what they wanted. The only indication they had that he knew what they wanted was when he teased them with what he did to them and denied them and made them beg to be used.
Tom finally sank all of his cock into Laura. She was off of her toes, crouching, trying to push back as much as she could, filled to the neck it felt with his hot meat. A fire erupted in her guts, waves of cum lava boiling out of her, screams now of painfully intense pleasure, and she convulsed, wanting this fucking to never end.
Tom slowly drew his cock from her, knowing what she was feeling, smiling at the desperate need he had made in Laura, his latest sex slave, betrayed by her friend.
His cock now free of Laura's penetrated center, dripping with the ooze of her cum, he methodically moved to stand behind Kristin. His hands had left their pussies, and they ached to be used more.
Tom grabbed Kristin's textured ass, squeezing it roughly, spreading her, and letting his cock rest against the jungle of her pubic hair. Holding her spread he pushed into her. Her eyes bulged, she gasped for breath, and she squeezed her restrained hands together above her, as she felt the first cock in a long, long time inside of her, feeling like a bus going into her, feeling like she was being completely possessed.
Once in her to his balls, her pussy split open around him and clenching him, Tom moved his hands up and around her to squeeze her big chest roughly, to grind her nipples. The sensations were overwhelming to her. She had never felt anything close to this, and Tom was barely doing anything. He moved his hands back to hold the top of her ass just below her hips, and he began to pump into her, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming every inch back into her. Shock waves flowed against Kristin's fat thighs and ass. Her tits shook, and her tear and sweat wetted hair shook. Tom reached a hand up and grabbed her hair, pulling it back, keeping one hand on her ass, as he pummeled her with his long, thick member.
