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Chapter 2.

The (much delayed) second instalment of this series. An inquisitive policeman learns not to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong, the unfortunate (or is it?) story of the bound and broken Mark Crowne continues, and a future is laid out for the unwitting masses populating the outside world.

“Give it up, Andrew! He’s been missing for six months with no solid leads. I agree that it’s a terrible situation, but we simply can’t continue the investigation.” Veronica Poole, chief of police, threw her hands up in exhaustion.

“Please ma’am, just let me pursue this for a while longer, I have a feeling there’s something we’ve overlooked!” I pleaded, leaning forward in my chair.

“No. I simply have to put my foot down on this one. We can’t continue allocating resources to a case that’s not going anywhere. Your talents are sorely needed in other places right now. I’m sorry, but until a concrete piece of evidence shows up this case is off limits.”

“I understand, was there anything else?” I stood up, fists clenched in frustration.

“That’ll be all,” The police chief replied and focused her attention on the many piles of paper lining her desk.

Walking back to my office, I recounted the case in my head. Six months ago, a marketing executive at a large PR firm, name of Mark Crowne, had vanished without a trace. His last known sighting was the day before, where he had chaired a meeting with a soft drink manufacturer; B-Beverages Inc. It took three days for one of his colleagues to contact the police, and I led a team of three other policemen pursuing the inquiry.

Initially, we had several promising leads, his neighbours claimed to have seen Mr. Crowne arrive at home in the evening and turn out the lights as normal around 12 at night. After that, Mark Crowne had never been seen again.

Knowing that he was supposed to have met with James Gerenth, head of production at B-Beverages, our inquiries led us to their facility just outside of town. Being refused entry to the factory, we attempted to get a search warrant, but couldn’t find a judge willing to provide it.

I’m a good investigator, and I know corruption when I see it. Those judges were paid off, but with police resources being constrained by accountants and politicians, I could do precious little to rectify the situation.

The little I could do, however, was to not let the case go. That’s why I found myself standing outside the B-Beverages west-coast factory in the middle of the night. From my unsuccessful visit months ago, I knew that security was akin to a secret military base. Nevertheless, I had spotted a hole in the barbed wire surrounding the concrete building.

Crawling along the ground, I slowly made my way toward the massive loading docks where the daytime employees would be busy filling truckloads of soft drinks. Curiously, I spotted only a single man standing guard over this part of the building. Hiding behind a stack of wooden crates, I waited until he walked toward one of the doors leading inside. With barely a second to spare, I rushed forward before the door closed behind him and slipped inside.

I found myself in a long, drab corridor. No signs were posted on the walls, indicating the employees either possessed excellent sense of direction or got lost frequently. I started to walk down the dimly lit path, finding no trace of either security guards or the lost Mr. Crowne.

Eventually I came to a set of offices. One of the doors was unlabelled, while the other simply read ‘Administration’. ‘As good a place as any to start,’ I thought, and entered the room. Filing cabinets lined the walls, organised in alphabetical order. I opened the first one and started rifling through the files.

I worked my way through the assembled papers, until I came upon a thick folder labelled ‘Acquisitions’. Inside was a long list of names, lined with various symbols that I could not decipher. At the top, however, one name stood out; ‘Mark Crowne’.

I pulled out the paper, only to see it tumble to the ground. A splitting pain erupted in the back of my head, and my vision grew cloudy. I tried to turn around, only to find my consciousness slipping.

As I came to, I saw only darkness. My head felt like a construction site, stabs of pain shot through my temples, causing me to wince in agony. Trying to run a hand over my face, I noticed that my wrists were tied down.

A curtain was pulled apart in front of me, giving me a front seat view of the worst depravity I’d ever witnessed. I was seated in front of what must have been a one-way mirror, as the man on the other side paid me no attention. Or maybe he simply ignored me, he was far too preoccupied with shoving what looked like a full foot of rubber up his backside.

His pale skin was dripping with sweat as he maniacally defiled himself. I could see his eyes rolled back into his skull, mouth hanging open in a constant, breathless moan. He was entirely naked save for a metal collar on his neck. Straining my eyes, I could barely make out the writing: “Mark”.

“What the hell is this? I’m a police officer, let me go!” I shouted, receiving no response. The man in front of me simply continued pleasuring himself. With a loud click, I could suddenly hear him. There must be microphones placed inside the room, connecting to a speaker above me.

“Please… Please…” The man, Mark, whispered, as if in trance. I’d seen enough pornography to guess that he was begging to be allowed to orgasm. I could see his erection throbbing violently, his not-all-that-impressive dick flushed a bright red and dripping clear juices onto the gleaming white tile beneath him. All the while, his one hand roughly shoved the rubber penis in and out of his anus, while the other tweaked one of his nipples.

As my eyes adjusted, I could see that his face was wet with tears, his cheeks blushing with the exertion as his muscles tensed and jerked.

It wasn’t until a door into the brightly lit room opened that I realised I’d seen nothing yet. The creature, the thing, that joined the desperately pleading young man was a vision straight out of a fever dream. Thick horns crowned its head, leading down to a thickly muscled body covered in black fur. What stood out the most though, was the bull-creature’s monstrous erection. The beast simply stood there, looking down on the pitiful sight before him. The man turned his face toward the bull, still desperately thrusting the dildo into his ass.

“Minos… Please!” The naked man reached out with a hand, trying to grab at the beast’s thigh. His hand missed when the bull stepped aside, letting the man fall down onto the floor. He had been moaning before, now I could hear him sobbing quietly.

“You disobeyed me, Mark.” The bull said, a cool expression on his face. “I didn’t like having to punish you, I can only hope you’ve learned your lesson by now.”

“I’ll be good, I swear!” Mark pleaded. “Please, just let me—” His sentence was interrupted when the bull grabbed hold of the rubber dildo, still firmly lodged in his ass, and yanked it out.

“Stand up.” Mark scrambled to his feet, standing in front of the bull. The sheer difference between the two figures was grotesque. The giant bull, layered with thick muscles covered in black fur, stood in front of a pitiful man, his mouth open and panting, skin slick with sweat. The bull extended a hand to cup the smaller man’s cheek. “Good boy…”

**Mark’s PoV**

Salvation. Finally. My body ached in need. A full week in isolation, without any contact, no one to take care of me, no one to fill me. I stood still, waiting passively for instructions, enduring Minos’ studious gaze. Saying nothing, the bull pulled me closer with one arm, my face angled up to meet his deep brown eyes.

“I’ve worked so much to make you better, Mark…” Minos slowly rubbed my back, the short fur on his forearms stinging my naked skin. “You were so difficult when you were delivered to me, but you’ve become so wonderfully obedient since then.” I swallowed, averting my gaze, shameful of my past behaviour. “I admired that spark within you, that wonderful streak of independence. I’ve taken great pleasure in extinguishing it, but now…” Minos sighed. “We’ll have to start from the beginning, won’t we?”

Six months earlier

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Had it all been a bad dream? The horrible creature. The assault, no, rape. Opening my eyes, I realised to my horror that it most certainly hadn’t. Spread out in front of me was a vast expanse of fur-covered muscle. Crowning it all was the face of my captor, who had obviously been watching me sleep.

“You were out cold for quite a while…” Minos said, his arms still wrapped around me. I attempted to untangle myself from his embrace, an exercise in futility as the bull was infinitely stronger than me. “You won’t be going anywhere. I was hoping we might have a chat with each other.”

“I don’t want to say anything to you, you fucking monster!” I spat, trying yet again to pry his arms off my body.

“Yeah, you’re angry. So what? If you want our second time to be even remotely better than our first, you’d do well to quiet down.” I closed my eyes in rage, biting back tears of frustration. Our first time. The words made me feel sick. “In fact, I tried to be nice to you. You haven’t even noticed I got you out of that room, have you?”

That part was true, I had been moved somewhere more comfortable. I couldn’t see much from my position, but we were in a bed instead of a tiled floor. At least that was a minor improvement.

“Now I’m going to lay the cards on the table for you, give you something to look forward to,” Minos said, moving his face closer to mine. “I can make it good for you, or I can have you in unimaginable agony. It’s all thanks to what I’ve got in here.” The bull hefted his massive genitals in one hand. I’m ashamed to admit that I couldn’t look away, my gaze was inexplicably drawn toward his manhood.

“When you’ve been drinking your favourite soft drink for the past few months, you’ve been drinking a watered-down version of what I filled you with hours ago. I’m confident you’ve figured out that much. It’s made you pliable, susceptible. The real stuff, straight from the tap, is much more potent…” Our faces were only inches apart by now, the bull’s warm breath washing over me in waves. “You’re already broken, you just haven’t realised it yet.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to contradict his ludicrous assertations. I needed to assert my independence in some way, but I never got that far. As soon as my lips parted, Minos plunged his own onto mine. My eyes shot open in shock as the bull’s tongue filled my mouth.

I wanted to resist. Desperately so. But I couldn’t. For the second time in a short while, I simply let Minos have his way with me. I closed my eyes in shame, I couldn’t bear to see the bull’s eyes on me. While Minos’ giant tongue ravaged my mouth, dominating my own, I could feel his hands roughly squeeze and rub parts of my naked body. I was pressed tight against his chest, his scalding hot cock against my legs a veiled promise of what was to come.

Slowly, Minos pulled away from my face, leaving a thick string of saliva hanging between our respective lips. My eyes were stained with tears, my body trembling with fear and anticipation.

“If you only submit, everything will be alright…” He whispered, staring straight into my eyes. I didn’t respond, my will to fight had all but evaporated. Fully aware of my surrender, Minos turned my body around, laying me face down on the bed. His large hands ran over my skin, causing shivers to run up my spine. I wasn’t a fool, it didn’t take me long to figure out what he wanted of me in this position. “You’re so beautiful. So vulnerable.” His one hand lingered on the curve of my ass, whilst the other kept me pressed against the mattress.

I tried desperately to tune out Minos’ voice, ignoring what happened seemed to be my only option. That all changed once I felt something enter me. Minos laughed quietly as I drew a sharp breath. Twisting my head around, I saw the smirking bull’s face hover close to my spread asscheeks. In pure reflex, I tried to turn around, to squirm out of his grasp, anything to escape.

“Get off me you fucking monst-“ I was cut short as Minos shoved one hand against my back, holding me tight against the bed, while his fat tongue entered my hole in one fluid movement. It felt like my head had exploded. The sensation was nothing short of earthshattering. My mouth hung open in a silenced scream, eyes rolled back into my skull. When my initial delirium eventually subsided, the only noise that escaped my mouth was a drawn-out, ragged moan.

Minos withdrew his tongue from me, now using only one of his large fingers to probe my relaxed entrance. “How…?” I asked, barely managing to produce a coherent word.

“I told you… I changed you. Once you drank from me your body was made to serve. This is just the beginning.” He punctuated his sentence by shoving three of his fingers inside me, pressing hard against nerve endings I didn’t even know existed. “I think you’re ready for the next part, I’ve been looking forward to this…”

I could hear the bed creaking as Minos manoeuvred his massive body to straddle mine. Not until it was too late did my addled mind realise what was happening. My ass was slowly spread as the huge bull cock was placed against my behind. With every second, a steadily increasing stream of thick, clear liquid coated my skin in preparation. Eventually, Minos pushed the crown of his dick against my hole, and I felt the jets of precum enter my body. In hindsight, I was thankful for the ample lubrication.

Keeping his steely hard manhood poised against my hole, Minos lowered his body onto mine, covering me completely. “Just try to breathe…” He whispered, teasing my pliable hole with the blunted tip of his cock. The next few seconds were a blur to me, like a veil had been pulled over my senses, dulling every impression of the outside world. When the fog lifted and I finally came to, everything had changed.

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Six Months Later

“We’ll have to start from the beginning, won’t we?”

“Please! I’ll never fail you again…” I gasped, my tearstained face pressed against Minos’ broad chest. I couldn’t handle the thought of being left alone again, my changed body demanded the touch of my master.

“I know you won’t, Mark,” Minos replied, his arms closing around my body, hugging my shivering frame to his. “I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”

After a minute, Minos removed me from his tight embrace, turning me around to face the room. “Lie down,” Minos said and gestured to a table in the middle of the room.

I followed his lead and laid down on my back, breath heavy with anticipation. Once I was still, Minos took hold of my legs, lifting them up and exposing my backside to the cold air. Wordlessly, he traced the rim of my sore hole with one of his thick fingers. I moaned quietly, meeting his eyes as he continued to tease my body.

“What am I?” Minos asked, letting his finger slip away from my skin.

“My master,” I answered, voice coarse with need.

“That’s right,” He said, beginning to insert one of his fingers into me. “Good boy.” Adding a second finger, he began to test the tightness of my hole. “You will never disobey me again, Mark.” The calm in his voice belied the steel I could see in his eyes. “If you fail me a second time, you’ll know a punishment that will break you beyond repair.”

“I promise…” I whispered, closing my eyes as the bull expertly manipulated my body.

“Ready?” Minos asked, voice softer this time, before removing his fingers from my distended hole. I didn’t have time to answer before I could feel the slick tip of his manhood pressing against my entrance.

My mouth hung open, a low moan escaping my lips as the thick bull member filled my guts. Minutes passed as Minos slowly inserted himself fully inside my pulsing hole. Finally, I could feel the fur on his pelvis pressed against my skin. I opened my eyes, utterly incapable of speech as my entire body cried out in relief.

Minos wrapped his arms around my back, lifting me up to bring my face to his. Our lips met and his tongue entered my mouth. I could barely respond, my body wracked with pleasure beyond belief.

“This is where you’re supposed to be,” Minos said. His hands caressed my back as he began to extract his massive cock from my smaller body. After the days I had spent without him, locked in punishment, feeling the familiar sensation of being utterly overstuffed by the giant minotaur was wonderful. He had my body perfectly moulded to his, a flawless receiving end for his magnificence. “Locked in servitude,” He slammed his manhood into me, the orange-sized testes slapping against my skin.

“Hopelessly,” Slam. “Addicted.” Slam.

He was right. I was bound to him. Forced for months to receive his gruelling treatment. Initially an unwilling captive, now a broken devotee. I had changed more than I could remember, my body adapting to fit Minos’ demands. In the back of my mind, I could vaguely recall an image of myself in a mirror, a long time ago. I’d possessed a strong body capable of physical feats, nowadays I was a slim, weak figure.

Ultimately this mattered little to me, my life revolved around serving the beautiful bull who had claimed me. The bull who now reaffirmed his absolute dominance over my life.

Satisfied that his point had been sufficiently made, Minos moved to sit down on the edge of the table, my legs wrapped around his waist and my ass firmly stuffed with the full length of his manhood. With agonisingly slow strokes, he moved my body up and down his rigid member, all the while keeping our mouths connected. The sensation was akin to the massive bull making love to me from both ends at the same time. I couldn’t wait until he let me worship his massive bull cock with my mouth again.

“Do you want my seed in you, boy?” Minos growled with his eyes locked onto mine. I nodded feverishly, desperately craving the sensation of being filled with his glory after days without it. “Then hold on tight…” He whispered into my ear whilst standing up and laying me down on the table again.

I moaned throughout the electrifying pleasure as Minos extracted the whole length of his monstrous dick from my battered insides, and rapidly shoved every inch back in again. I bucked involuntarily against the table, but any movement was halted as the full weight of the minotaur’s musclebound frame crashed against me, completely obscuring my body from the world.

I couldn’t see much in my present position, but I did not have any difficulty imagining the look from behind; the exquisitely massive male specimen brutalising his smaller, completely subservient bitch.

To further heighten my absolute delirium, I felt a strong hand grab the back of my head and drag my face across Minos’ broad chest, to finally end up with my face engulfed in his armpit. The heady scent of man was even stronger here, and with every breath I could feel my head growing more and more empty. The bull didn’t have to instruct me on what to do next, my tongue automatically shot out, drinking in yet more of his essence with every second that passed.

Minutes went by as Minos simply continued his assault on my body, with every thrust of his steely member into me I could feel my body tense in anticipation as my enormous lover used every muscle on his body to grind me yet further into servitude. Finally, Minos pulled my face from his thoroughly cleaned out armpit, and with a deafening roar, I felt him sheath his entire dick inside me.

Initially, nothing. A split second later, I felt the first shot of thick bull seed enter my body. Minos crashed his lips onto mine, ravishing my gaping mouth with his tongue as his impossibly large cock pumped jet after jet of cum into my willing guts. Simultaneously, a blinding light of pleasure erupted through my own body as my steely hard dick spilled my, in comparison, feeble droplet of seed between us.

The pressure steadily built in my guts as Minos’ orgasm continued unabated, long since outmatching my own. Minos guided one of my hands to cradle my stomach, feeling the skin slowly expand outward with every pulse of fertile seed transferred into me. My eyes were closed and my mouth agape in awe as I was relentlessly filled with the scalding heat produced by gallons of bull cum.

I opened my eyes to look up at my minotaur master, meeting the eyes filled with equal parts dominance and love that I’d come to cherish. After that, my eyes closed and my mind went blank.

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Eyes fixed on the scene in front of him, the bound policeman watched in horror and amazement as the enormous minotaur bred the slim man beneath it. As the creature seemingly finished what could only be described as an obscene ritual, Andrew could only silently observe when the bull rose to reveal the man’s stomach utterly bloated with the minotaur’s seed.

Mark had seemingly lost consciousness after being filled, but that didn’t stop Minos as he slowly began to thrust his sticky member in and out of the lifeless body in front of him, preparing to further abuse the hapless human.

“You’ll never try to escape after this, bitch…” Andrew heard the bull growl as the speakers above his head cut out and left him in silence.

A minute later, the curtain closed again, casting the room in darkness. Shaking his head to clear his jumbled thoughts, Andrew pulled against his restraints once more, desperately trying to escape the forced bondage.

“Let me out of here! Anyone?” He screamed, voice cracking in panic.

“You’ll look so beautiful once we’ve turned you…” A deep voice came from behind him. Andrew grew still as ice cold fear shot through his veins. “You’re the first to get a peek at your own future, the others had to learn for themselves what their new lives would entail.”

The darkness obscured any vision of the person talking to him, but Andrew could still feel the presence of two massive hands gripping the sides of the chair he was bound to.

“I’ve waited long enough for this, time to begin.”

In the depths of the massive facility the corridors run endlessly long with windowless doors. A keen ear will pick up the unmistakeable sounds of screams and moans coming from each and every entrance. Toward the end, behind a door labelled ‘#1’, lies a room unceremoniously decorated with only a table, two chairs and a large bed. Beneath the sheets is the sleeping figure of Mark Crowne, held in blissful submission by the strong arms of his bull lover, Minos.

“Soon I’ll let you out into the world again.” The minotaur whispers as his fingers run over the curve of his servant’s distended belly. “You and the others will spread our gospel and all like you will kneel before us.” Minos sighs as he ponders the future soon to be realised.

Meanwhile, in yet another identical room, the breaking has already begun of Andrew Reyes, soon to be fitted with collar and chains as he takes his position in the long line of men and women in the service of their masters.