Monica waited in the hallway for a long time after Circe had dragged Damon of to his punishment. When she heard the clopping sounds of hoofs walking the hallway floor, she suspected the palace guards were coming for her. As two Minotaur types rounded the corner of the hallway leading to where Monica stood, she felt a reasonable fear that these two brute bullish creatures would take her to their larid.
The two brutes grabbed Monice by her underarms and picked her up off the marble floor.
"Where you taking me?" Monica said, her voice whimpy from fear.
Minotaurs cannot speak when in the palace of Circe. They toted Monica along the palace halls, taking her to a place she had never seen. They entered a room made of polished white stone, but the walls were splattered with blood and other bodily fluids. Brutal big furred hands strapped Monica to a strange contraption, it spread her legs wide, leaving her vagina open to viewing and whatever else Circe had as a proper punishment. They strapped her head as looking back and up, her mouth agape to what might like to crawl inside there.
As the two Minotaurs left Monica in a threatening position, into the room walked two satyrs and they followed by four of the largest buck goat Monica had ever seen. What began was a mating orgy of vaginal, anal, and oral copulation, of unmerciless probing by goatish shaped cocks, some narrow but long, and two others as stout of girth and a foot long. As what began would continue onward for eight hour shifts, as the sensations would never cease or lessen, driving Monica crazy, she screaming, semen flowing, draining, trickling from three orifices.
After her punishment had begunm, Monica ceased to care what mischief might befall Damon.