The huntress is defeated

 Venus had dodged the bull-mans initial rush and even managed to deal a minor wound to its arm as it passed, what she could not dodge however was the slippery mud and in the end it was this that betrayed her.  After it had passed by the huntress had lunged forward, her blade had been perfectly on target with the Minotaur’s heart when her leading foot slipped in the greasy mud, off balance and staggering forward her blade left little more than a long scratch as it skidded off his ribs, roaring with fury the bull-man turned and slammed his massive fist down onto the skull of the young huntress. 

   Venus didn’t even have time to cry out, she simply collapsed **** to the ground, the Minotaur prodded her a few times with his hoofed foot, when she did not respond he crouched beside her and one sausage sized finger peeled back an eyelid.  Grunting at what he saw, the beast man then lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the long, marble white legs of the huntress as well as the thin black panties she wore beneath the dress, after strapping the huntress’s sword to its waist the beast man hoisted the young woman over his shoulder and headed deeper into the burning village. 

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The first thing Venus became aware of when consciousness returned to her was a splitting pain in her head, the second was a dizzying rocking sensation coming from below her, now that she was awake she could hear what sounded like marching as well as some kind metallic rattling sound. Opening her eyes she saw she was draped over the shoulder of a Minotaur warrior, her torso and head dangling down his back, lifting her head the huntress saw the source of the footsteps and clattering; the minotaurs had taken other slaves, perhaps two dozen young women followed behind her in two columns, each woman chained to a long metal pole between them, the slaves were followed by a trio of minotaurs

Venus tried hard to focus, to think despite the savage pounding in her head; the moon was setting off to her right, that meant not only that she was traveling northward but also that several hours must have passed since she had lost the battle to the minotaur warrior in the village. After several minutes of uncomfortable travel Venus saw that the party had turned off the main road and were now on a narrow dirt path leading uphill into the mountains, Venus tried to focus on the route for she would need that information to lead the captured women back to the village once she escaped, but the roaring pain in her head made it difficult to focus on anything else, and at last she simply slumped weakly against the massive torso of the bull man beneath her, exhausted and in pain Venus drifted off into an uneasy slumber.

The change in the sound around her pulled Venus from her sleep, thankful that her headache had faded to a dull throb Venus cracked open her eyes; the stone floor beneath her had her thinking the party had entered what looked like some kind of cave though as Venus’s eyes took in the pair of long metallic rails embedded in the floor beneath her she suspected that they were in a mine rather that a natural cave.  Tilting her head, Venus peered through her locks of long brown hair, the pair of discarded ore carts and pickaxes on the floor behind her made her previous mine idea a near certainty, ahead of her the iron rails disappeared into the darkness of a pair of tunnel mouths.

   Without any warning the Minotaur carrying her suddenly tossed the young huntress to the stone ground before him. <br></br><br></br>

“Take the other slaves to the dungeons and lock them in until the sale” the bull man’s voice was deep and guttural, looking down at Venus he snarled “And take this murderous little bitch here to my quarters”, As the bull-men’s leader turned away from her, one of the other minotaur’s seized Venus around the upper arm, his massive hand encircling her bicep completely. With a bull like snort he half dragged her down one of the mine shafts, eventually coming to a massive iron studded door he opened it and shoved her inside.

    The room beyond, though large and brightly illuminated with a pair of torches, was decorated in a rather sparse fashion, a tall wooden wardrobe, an empty stand for weapons and a bed big enough for half a dozen people were the rooms only furnishings.  Standing there, unarmed in the middle of a Minotaur fortress, Venus wondered what she should do now.