You moan pitifully as the bull man shackles you with your wrists suspended above your head.
"Please," you whisper. "You-- you don't have to lock me up! I'll be good. I Won't try to run away or anything."
"Mmmmmh, no. I'm not stupid." He clicks his tongue at you impatiently, grunting as he cuffs your ankles, forcing your legs to spread. "I know how you humans work. If I give you rope to work with, you'll just run with it."
You groan in pain as he gives your ass a squeeze, still unbearably sore from the stretching he'd forced upon you just a few minutes ago. You can't help but wonder where his cutesy lisp has gone, and why he's suddenly uninterested in your pleasure.
After a moment of poking at your bottom, Rose withdraws his hand and, with a hum, slips away to do god knows what. You're left with your chest, stomach, cheek and groin pressed hard against a cold stone wall, and your wrists are clasped in their shackles so tightly that it's painful. You feel absolutely helpless, and you know that the outlook is grim. Nobody knows where you are! Nobody knows where to look for you, if they even cared to. Does time pass differently here? You can't even remember how long you've been on the island at this point.
For all you know, you could be here for the rest of your life-- maybe even longer than that. The thought makes your throat close up, and you have to shut your eyes tightly just to stop yourself from unleashing a whimper.
You mourn your pitiful existence for a long time, but eventually fall asleep, too exhausted from the day's proceedings to keep your eyes open.
The next morning, you awake to a rough grasp on your thighs, and something hard, hot, and sticky presses into your lower back. A huff of air brushes over the top of your head, and you realize too late what's happening.
"This is how I will wake you, if you don't wake yourself," Rose said in a chastising tone. You struggle and beg for mercy, but the Minotaur seems to have none. He presses his hips forward against your bottom and roughly grinds himself into your ass. You can feel each bone in his fur-covered pelvis as he presses against you. With each grind, you're pushed harder against the wall, but his grip on your thighs forces your bottom back behind you, sticking out so that he has easy access.
"I always wanted a human to play with," he utters, taking your ear between his teeth. You suddenly feel the head of his dick against your taint, and you can't help but moan. You are alarmed to find that you're hard as a rock now, even with this rough treatment.
"You humans are just so fun," he continues. "You struggle and whine, and make the best noises. And you're, oh, so malleable. You can be molded into whatever shape I want! Or, if I chose, I could just keep you small and soft forever. So many possibilities, my pet. We can explore each one."
"Nooo," you whimper meekly, but it ends in a whine, because you know that any second now, he's going to shove his dick into your sensitive hole again. You can't help but wiggle your hips anxiously, and the feeling of his crown pushing just slightly into you makes you yelp. The stimulation seems to be enough for him. Slowly, excruciatingly sluggishly, he slides his cock into you again, stretching you out just like before. His member is hot, and slick, and as he lodges it deeper into your anus, you can feel each time it throbs. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and you cry out in pain, but you can't stop from throwing yourself backward against him, until your bottom meets with his furry hips, and your grinding directly against his groin.
"Eager little fucktoy," he says, giving your hips a squeeze. His fingertips press into your pelvis as he thrusts harshly forward. You scream out, tears forming in your eyes, as he thrusts in again. And again. He pushes into you with his brute force, when suddenly you feel him press against something unbelievably sensitive. The tip of his massive mushroom-like head begins to rub against your prostate, over and over, constantly stimulating it. You gasp and try to cry out again, but it comes out a whimper-- almost an encouraging whimper. You're startled by just how difficult it is for you to resist this brutal treatment. Your time on the island has definitely made you susceptible to the "pleasures" it keeps throeing at you.
Furry hips plow into your ass, and the bull's giant penis repetitively massages your insides. Unable to hold out under the stimulation any longer, you scream as pressure builds and finally you release. He continues to ram into you, his hips pistoning forward until finally he comes inside you, filling you to the brim with hot, sticky seed. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then slowly pulls out of you. As he removes himself from your overly stretched asshole, you feel a stream of come trickle down the insides of your thighs. He drops you hard against the stone wall, leaving you to gather your bearings.
You wonder just how often this torture will occur. Daily? Multiple times each day? You suppose you'll find out in time, and that thought makes you very uncomfortable.