[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Control, Mind Break, Tentacles, Monsters and Non-Consent]
Niah waited patiently. Her captors would pay for thinking she was helpless, chained to a wall. They had been rough with her of course, but nothing she wasn't used to. Her long black hair was a mess of tangles, and her body was sweaty in the dungeon's heat. She was nude, but that was expected with barbarians like these. A little ogling never hurt anyone.
And revenge was coming soon.
Her three clones would have her free in no time. At any point, she could summon an exact copy of herself. Once she removed the spell and it disappeared, all of its experiences would immediately transfer into her mind. Getting captured but getting access into the enemy's camp? It was an easy trade.
It had been a few days since they had "ambushed" her outside of the city. Another few hours, and she would dispell her clones. That would be plenty of time for information gathering.
A brute of a man opened her cell door. He smirked down at her through his bushy brown beard. "You seem happy with yourself, finally used to being a wall decoration?"
Niah spit at his feet "No, just imagining your head rolling on the floor." Her clones had to be nearby. Maybe she'd get the pleasure of seeing this man die.
The man gave a laugh deep from his gut. "Oh? And who would make that happen? You? Or," the man leaned close to her and whispered. "What about those clones we caught?"
Niah tried her best not to gasp. He had to be lying. Even if they were caught, she could make them disappear, and summon a new one right next to her. It took more energy, and all three needed to be disspelled before she could summon them. She was still in control. She grinned "Clones? Sounds like a fairy tale"
Quick as lightning the man grabbed her by the hair. "I dont want to play games, I want you to see what we've done. They've squealed on you bitch. Fuck, did they squeal. Why don't you make one disappear and see for yourself?"
Niah felt more nervous now. He was better informed then he should have been. The situation was quickly getting out of hand. She needed a clone *now*. She took a breath, and released one of the clones.
The memories hit her like a storm.
---------Three Days Earlier--------
Niah's clone had been thrown into a cave, a rock put across the entrance. Darkness enveloped her. Somewhere ahead she could see the flickering of torches.
She made her way forward slowly. Sweat made the inside or her latex suit slick. It'd been stupid, getting caught like this. They'd force fed her something, and quickly shoved her into here. Wherever "here" was.
Her body was starting to feel hot, and she did her best to ignore it.
She peeked around the corner and saw a camp full of minotaurs. 9 feet tall, red skin with furry black manes, heavily muscled and with...huge...cocks...
Niah shook her head. What the hell had they given her? She needed to get moving, not salivate over thick, veiny horse cock that was almost dragging across the floor.
Niahs head felt fuzzy, but she did her best to sneak around the outside of the open area. Makeshift tents gave her cover, but any sound would echo across the walls. She crawled close to the ground, and was halfway there when her nipple brushed the floor.
A shock of arousal almost made her gasp. How the hell had her breast reached the floor? They had never been large enough to...
They were growing. Twice the size they'd been before and still going. She tried to move faster but the new weight slowed her down. Gods they were almost as big as her *head*!
She was almost there. There had to be a way out, she could escape and-
She tripped.
Niah fell onto her chest and stomach, and gasped loudly at the sensations it brought. Her tits sang with pleasure at having been crushed between her and the floor. She grabbed at them, trying in vain to make them stop, but the touch just made it worse. She opened her eyes and almost screamed.
The minotaurs had gathered around her. Drool fell from they mouths, dripping onto the floor, onto *her*. Their cocks were stirring, swelling, lifting up in approval at the sight of their new toy.
Niah stood up, trying to run. A large hand grabbed her hair and yanked her back. Somehow even her hair gave off waves of pleasure when pulled. She kicked at the minotaurs, trying to keep them away. Her body was too vulnerable, who knows what would happen if they- if they-
Cocks pushed against her as she hung in the air by her hair. They twitched, eager to fill any hole they could find. And they would find them.
They threw her to the ground, and her ass instinctively rose up in the air. What the hell was wrong with her? She felt like a bitch in heat! She wanted to be *filled* to be *ravaged*.
Niah panted and looked up at the minotaurs behind her. Her ass swayed back and forth, begging them to take it.
They obliged.
The biggest minotaur grabbed her hips and drove his cock inside of her. The sensation made her mind go blank. All she could think of was the wonderful filling feeling.
The minotaur pulled back out and her mind returned to her. She needed to fight back, to run, anything but-
The cock returned, and her mind went blank again. She could hear a sound, some distant high pitched wail. And she realized with a jolt of humiliating arousal that it was her own moans echoing off the walls.
Another minotaur came around to her face and grabbed her long black hair. The tip of its delicious- no no just the tip of its cock was mere inches form her face. It smelled of sweat and dirt, radiating heat as it touched her lips.
The moment of wonder was quickly shattered. The minotaur thrusted forward, and the cock penetrated her throat with little resistance. Both cocks rammed in and out of her holes, so large it felt like their tips were meeting inside of her. What should have been painful was a symphony of pleasure and helplessness.
Her breasts bounced stupidly, leaking milk from the nipples. Other minotaurs greedily groped and abused her tits, drinking the milk that squirted forth.
Niah moaned gratefully. All that mattered was the pleasure. She wanted more, more inside, more grabbing her, any and all abuse.
The minotaurs moved faster, and their cocks grew larger inside her. They were going to- to-
They came, and Niah's world exploded in orgasm.
Cum flowed inside her from both ends, neverending. Her stomach bulged, and the excess cum splashed onto the floor. Niah squealed in pleasure, muffled by the wonderful cock in her mouth.
She fell to the floor with a pathetic *splat*. She twitched and groaned in pleasure, coughing up cum. *Such a waste* she thought to herself.
A day passed, and her new identity was decided. She was their sow, a cow that was bred again and again for their pleasure. The only sounds she made were the squeals and moans, and one sound that defined her being.
"MOOOOOOOOO"!
---The Present----
The real Niah shuddered and went limp in her chains. The memories felt so *real*! She was lucky that she had never taken the drugs her clone had. Just the sensation of memory left her...sensitive.
"How did you like that?" The brute grinned at her. He grabbed her right tit suddenly, causing her to moan.
"MOOO-!" Niah moaned without thinking. She shut her mouth quickly, turning bright red from embarrassment.
