Well this has been years coming, but here’s my part 2 in the Red Series. Haven’t really proof-read or edited it, but if someone wants to make corrections or edit it I won’t mind. Anyway here you go:

Red The Myth Hunter:

Chapter One: reflections of the past

The silk sheets felt incredible against Red's naked body.  She lifted her hands over her head and stretched as she yawned deeply. If there was one thing she had learned after years of traveling, it was to always spend the necessary money for the best room at an Inn.  She rose slowly to a seated position at the edge of the bed and then stood up.  Her knees popped, her back cracked and she let out a little sigh. Placing her hands on her hips she rolled her shoulders backwards and tilted her head from side to side. More pops, more cracks.  She walked over to the long, finely-crafted mirror that stood against the wall to one side of her bed.  Red always felt a mixture of pride and disgust whenever she took the time to glance at her reflection.

It had been 10 years since her battle with the wolves that had killed both her family and later her adopted father, but the years had done nothing to lessen her natural beauty.  Her long and wavy red hair framed a face that was nothing short of gorgeous. Piercing green eyes were set like jewels above a small but perfect nose and luscious full-lips, freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, giving the impression that she was younger than her 28 years.

Gazing downward she inhaled deeply as she took in the sight of her battle-scarred body.  Following her neckline down her eyes came to rest on her one naked breast.  Perfectly tear-drop shaped with a tiny pink nipple, her single breast was about as perfect as a breast could be, however it's image was ruined by the deep white scare where its partner should have been. Only a little of her flesh remained beneath the old wound, almost giving the impression that she still possessed both, one just far smaller than the other. With the clever use of a couple handkerchiefs tucked into her undergarments she was confident that no one she met on the street ever knew of her disfigurement.

Her eyes drifted further down her body, lingering briefly on the scars that crisscrossed her hips and belly.  She shuddered as memories of the long crawl through the forest swept through her mind; horrific images of her own guts dragging behind her as she prayed for salvation caused her to shudder involuntarily and her gaze quickly dropped further. 

Despite the brutal ravaging she had suffered that day at the hands of the werewolves, her pussy was still an image of perfection: a tiny red bush led downward to perfect alabaster skin and a tiny pink slit. She had no idea how the dwarf doctor had managed to stitch her up both inside and out, but she owed him her life and what was left of her beauty. 

Finally her eyes came to rest on her right hand. Where once there had only been a ragged stump, she now possessed a hand of purest silver.  She flexed the metallic appendage and felt the heat of the power contained within.  She lost herself for a moment in the memory of the events that led to her acquiring the mystical artifact.

After months of using the dwarves' woodland cottage as a base of operations for hunting werewolves, both she and her hosts were surprised to find another young and beautiful woman arrive on their doorstep.  The girl could not have been a day over 18 and had hair as dark as night, skin as white as snow, and lips as red as blood. She was the very picture of aristocratic beauty, and as it turned out an heiress who's stepmother had arranged for her assassination.  The dwarves called the girl "Snow White" and fell in love with her almost immediately. Soon after taking her in they devised a plan to raise the local lords to their young guest's banner and overthrow the evil queen.  

On the day of the rebellion Red and the dwarves infiltrated the castle disguised as traveling performers, and let Snow White's supporters in through a secret entrance behind the castle.  The following battle was short and gruesome, and ended with Snow White retaking her thrown while the Evil Queen suffered a very un-lady-like death at the business end of 7 dwarfish cocks (not to mention their axes).  While Red listened to the messy end of the queen from the next room she discovered a long silver mirror in the Queen's dressing chamber, as she passed by it the mirror spoke to her, "What do you wish to know my mistress? What do you wish to see?".  Red knew magic when she saw it, and she despised it, so without hesitation she lunged at the mirror with the silver dagger mounted to the stump of her right hand and impaled the center of the enchanted looking-glass.  Rather than shatter, her hand sunk into the mirror as if engulfed in water. With a shriek she pulled her arm from the glass, only to watch in shock as the once solid material pulled away from the wall and slithered onto her arm.  An intense burning sensation caused Red to scream again as every nerve in her arm felt like it was catching fire.  When she looked down the glass had formed into a perfectly shaped silver hand.  Inside her head Red once again heard the voice of the mirror, your wish is my command mistress, I can be whatever you desire...

Snapping back from her daydreams to the present, Red once again clenched and unclenched her silver fist. Thinking of a sword, her hand suddenly shifted and changed into a great silver blade.  Now focusing on armor, she watched the liquid metal slide back up her arm to form a gauntlet and pauldron, both iron hard.  With a quick flick of her wrist she transformed it back into a simple silver hand.  She had learned well the secrets of the magic mirror over the years, and although she had been through many close calls, since that day in Snow White's castle, she had never lost a battle.

Taking one more glance at her nude reflection, Red grabbed her clothes and began to dress. First she pulled up her breaches: tight, brown leather pants which perfectly accentuated her curves but still allowed her to move without difficulty in combat.  Next she pulled on her white undershirt, and carefully tucked her handkerchief into the pocket of fabric which covered her missing breast. Finally she strapped on her boiled-leather corset, shoulder-armor, and boots. 

Red had traveled far for this hunt.  After slaying every werewolf, vampire, and witch she could find in Europe, she had begun traveling further afield to slay magic beasts wherever they roamed.  Word had come to her that in Greece, creatures of ancient legend had begun appearing once more. She had heard stories of towns terrorized by Centaurs and Satyrs, entire villages carried off by flocks of screeching harpies and even a story of an entire fishing fleet burned to Ash by a fire breathing beast that could only have been a Chimera.  

Red had been staying at this in for 3 days now, based on rumors that wan had begun to go missing at night, stolen away to the wilderness by packs of beasts. So far Red had seen no signs of trouble, and was beginning to doubt that any of the rumors were true. 

As she grabbed her belt and coin pouch and headed for the exit of the Inn, a piercing cry rose up from outside, followed shortly afterwards by another, and then another.  "Finally!" Red thought as she bolted towards the door.

Once outside carnage greeted her, across from the inn at the center of the town square a one sided battle was raging.  Huge and hairy beasts with the bodies men, but who bore the cloven hooves and spiraling horns of goats, had invaded the small town and were attacking any townsfolk foolish enough to cross them.  

Red watched as a huge man armed with two hammers attempted to smash in the head of one of the beasts, only to have his head split in half down the center by another beastman  armed with a large and rusty axe.  A second man armed with a pitchfork had his guts split open by a beast's machete, he gurgled and coughed up blood as the beast fell upon him and began to chop his body apart.  The few defenders that remained began to retreat, doing their best to fend off the beasts' attacks as they made their way towards the Inn.

Red had seen enough, these were the creatures she had come to slay, no doubt about it, and she was ready for the task.  She burst into a sprint and quickly pushed through the men, making straight towards the closest monster.  She visualized a long-sword in her mind, and her silver hand transformed into a long and slender blade.  The beast raised its crude hatchet over its head only to have its arm severed at the elbow. It's head followed a second later and Red kicked the dismembered corpse to the dirt.  A second beast lunged at her with a spear, but before the deadly tip could pierce her, she spun to the side and sliced across its waist. It cried out in pain as its torso rolled free from its hips and blood sprayed across Red as she continued past the ruined corpse. 

Her next opponents weren't so easy; she found herself surrounded by three particularly large creatures, I'm each armed with a scimitar in both hands.  The next moments were blurs of movement as Red dove underneath hacks and slashes, parried thrusts aimed to impale her, and returned her own brutal strikes.

The first of the larger beasts cried out in pain as Red's sword punched straight through it's chest, transfixing it's heart. Red's satisfied smile disappeared in an instant as another beast's blade flashed towards her face, only pure reaction saved her as she back-flipped away from a strike that would have split her head in two.  As her feet hit the floor Red threw her dagger with expert precision into the forehead of the beast that had just attempted to kill her. It fell backwards, it's blades falling free of it's dead fingers as it hit the dirt. As the third and largest beast advanced towards her, something strange caught her attention, a blur of movement that was almost imperceptible flashed across her peripheral vision.  Her head spun to follow it, but she found nothing behind her.  As she turned back towards the third beast she was forced to parry a brutal thrust of it's sword. The rusty weapon skidded past her guard, showering sparks through the air, Red yelped as the weapon grazed her left arm, biting through her skin and splattering blood across the dusty ground.

Now inside the monster's guard, Red quickly drove her weapon up under the beast's mouth transfixing it's brain and exploding out the top of its skull. It grunted as blood spurted from the top of its head and then it collapsed in a heap.

Red turned to her left and right. Every beast that had set foot in the town square was now dead, it was time to search the village for stranglers.  As she turned back to leave something grabbed her from behind and shoved something into her mouth.

As she inhaled a gasp of air, a burning sensation shot down her throat.  More shocking and painful going down than even the strongest dwarven whiskey, the sensation caused her eyes to bulge wide in her sockets.  She tried to spin to face her attacker, but suddenly found her arms and legs weak and limp, as she turned she fell to her knees.  A large goat-legged beast with the head of man smiled down at her, he wore a cloak of black that looked like it was formed of crow-feathers that seemed to shimmer and reflect images of the world around him. 

"You're quite deadly", he mused. "I must say It was terrifying trying to sneak past you, I could swear you almost saw me. Good luck for me that you didn't, else I'd be as dead as the rest of my Faun brethren.  Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Satyr."

Red tried to rise to her feet as anger filled her, but instead her knees gave way and she fell to her side in the dirt, her arms and legs now completely useless. 

"You're certainly a fighter, most people can't remain conscious for the first few minutes, it's quite a powerful dose I gave you..." He trailed off.

Red had an idea, she focused all of her thoughts on her mirrored hand, imaging it becoming a tendril of cold silver, snapping upwards to decapitate the beast. To her dismay her silver hand simply reverted into a silver stump, somehow this poison had completely immobilized her.

"It's made from the fermented seed of the Minotaur; the creature is half-god you know, a deformed abomination, but magically quite powerful, what it lacks in looks it makes up for in charm... Of a certain kind." The Satyr continued. "Don't worry about the paralysis, it passes quickly, it's what comes next that's the fun part, and you certainly deserve what's coming." He smiled at her and licked his lips.  "You see we don't kill females, we can't really afford to, we have none of our own. In order for we, the wild children of Baucus, to continue living and thriving, we must occasionally venture  out from our hiding places and find ourselves compatible mates." He once again licked his lips, this times showing off a long, thick tongue which curled across his upper lip. "We usually just kill the men who fight, take the young women, and leave.  However you've made quite a mess, we'll need to make an example of this situation so that the word of what happens to those who resist us spreads. Nothing personal of course, you're quite a fighter, and would otherwise be exactly the type of woman I would prefer to grow my children within."

Red did not like where this was going, she tried once again to rise, she tried to scream and kick, however all she managed was to moan softly and open her mouth enough to let a long strand of drool spill out onto the dirt.

The Satyr had stopped talking, and had placed a small wooden flute to his lips.  He played a fast paced series of notes and put the instrument away again. The sound hooves moving towards her filled her with dread. Suddenly and painfully she was jerked upright by her hair, her arms and legs dangled limply beneath her as she was spun to face her assailant.  The beast that had grabbed her was far less human than the Satyr.  This creature had the horns of a goat but the face of a lion and a long black mane of hair to match.  It's thickly muscled chest and arms were covered in a dark brown fur which transitioned again to black at it's waistline. Red's eyes were quickly drawn to it's free hand however, which held a foot-long jagged knife.  Red tried desperately to will her arms into action as the Beast's knife descended towards her neck, but she found herself still completely paralyzed.  She gasped as the tip of the blade slowly sank into the skin of her chest, just below the neckline. With a expert flick of its wrist the creature dragged the blade downward through her blouse cutting the fabric cleanly in two and simultaneously drawing a long shallow cut down her torso. As blood began to flow and drip from the wound she was spun once again to face the Satyr. 

With the larger beast still holding her up by the scalp the Satyr came closer and reached out its hand to caress her face.  "So beautiful", it muttered, "what a shame to destroy a creature almost as beautiful as Athena herself..." As it trailed off Red felt a sharp pain in her lower back, and once again a long dragging cut, this time through the seat of her trousers. 

Red knew what was coming, everything suddenly felt like a bad dream. She was going to relive her rape at the hands of the werewolves all those years before. She closed her eyes tightly as her blouse was ripped off her back, she gritted her teeth as rough, fur covered hands gripped her waist and tore her trousers off along with her dagger and sheath. The next instant she was once again back in the dirt, although now completely naked. 

Images of her brutal assault at the hands of the werewolf pack filled her mind.  She remembered how the big wolf had pinned her to the forest floor, her dagger impaling her hand. She remembered how the beasts had fucked her tits, how the creature grunted and groaned, how it's huge, blood-red member had slapped against her face as it violated her.  She remembered the stink of its cock, the awful smell of it's semen, the feeling of suffocation and drowning as it had covered her face in its spunk. 

Red realized quite abruptly that she was once again able to move, she found that as her thoughts wandered back to those dark memories her hand had wandered as well. It was was wrapped around her breast, her index finger and thumb pinching her fully erect nipple.  She felt flushed, and her pussy itched like crazy.  She sat up to a kneeling position and spread her legs as she continued to rub her breast.  Her mind wandered back to the moment the great wolf had torn her breast off and swallowed it.  Without thinking her hand found the scars of her small mutilated tit,  she massaged it deeply, digging her fingernails into what remained of the fatty tissue. "Oh fuck! Oh God!" Red screamed as she came violently, rivers of juice ran down her thighs, creating a pool of mud beneath her.

For a moment she regained some clarity, what the hell was happening, why couldn't she control herself, it didn't make any sense, why was she so aroused?

Laughter caused her to look up. It was the Satyr.

"What a powerful effect it's having on you! Normally the Minotaur's blessing simply makes our victims very responsive to our needs, I don't know that I've ever seen such a powerful and lustful reaction, you really are something special my dear"

Shame filled her as she realized what she had done.  She had pleasured herself in front of these beasts, cum in front of them.  She felt disgusted with herself, she had to end this quickly before she lost her clarity once again. She visualized a long spear-tip extending from her right arm and looked up, ready to impale the smart-mouthed goat-man.

As her eyes rose to meet his, they drifted up his legs and over his groin. All thoughts of vengeance and murder suddenly left her as she found herself entranced by what she found there.  The Satyr had removed his loin-cloth and was stroking a long, thick, red cock. Below his shaft hung the largest pair of balls Red had ever seen, they were long and oval-shaped and hung down to his knees. Part of red was horrified and disgusted in equal measure, but the greater part of her only felt lust. 

Her pussy felt like it was on fire, she was more turned on than she had ever been.  She glanced down to find her silver hand had never formed a spear, but had instead found its way between her legs.  Her silver fingers spread her pussy-lips apart and she began to rub her clit. As the satyr approached her, she stared longingly at his cock and moaned. Another orgasm washed over her, and a jet of cunt-juice splashed to the ground. 

Path 1: The Beasts make an Example of Red.

"You want this cock, don't you, little whore?" The Satyr questioned as it approached.

No, not in a million years, that cock was the last thing she wanted. She was going to kill the horrible bastard.

"Yes, I want it in my mouth...", Red heard herself say.  She couldn't believe what was happening to her.  She had no control at all over her urges. Memories of the Young Black wolf suffocating her on its cock flashed through her mind. She needed it to happen again.

The Satyr was now inches from her, still stroking its large, slimy cock. It reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head towards its member. Red arched her neck, attempting to reach the big,red shaft with her mouth. 
"Not yet, whore", he said as he smashed her face down into the mud.  Red felt her nose break with a crunch but instead of pain she felt pleasure; it had hurt her, and she loved it. Clawed hands on her ass pulled her mind away from her bleeding nose, and she turned to look, it was the other creature, the goat-headed faun.  Red inhaled sharply as the monster's cock slammed into her pussy as deeply as it would go. A long, uncontrollable moan escapes her lips as the goat-beast thrust in and out of her, her tiny pink pussy stretched wide and gripped the creature's shaft as it plunged in and out of her. Drool mixed with blood and ran down her chin as she stared open-mouthed at the Satyr.  "Choke me with your cock, please, shove it down my throat!". She pleaded, her words broken up every time the beast behind her rammed his cock into her cunt.

"You may not make requests", the Satyr replied coldly, as he motioned to someone behind her.  Seconds later Red found herself surrounded by two more Fauns. She reached out to grab the Satyrs cock, but found herself forcefully dragged backwards her ass landing on the faun behind her, who must have sat down. The sudden drop pushed its cock even further into her tight snatch, and she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy shot juice out and around its rod as she came for the third time. 

Her orgasm once again gave her a moment of clarity. She needed to act now or once again lose herself to her uncontrolled lust. She formed her silver hand into a sword. And slashed wildly at the faun on her right. Although surprised, the beast managed to dodge backwards away from the slash and came away with only a small cut across it's abs rather than a fatal wound. 

Red pulled back her arm, intending to swing again when she felt something hard and wet press against her asshole. 

"Oh god" 

Her resistance faded in an instant as ten hard inches of faun cock filled up her virgin asshole. The sensation of two cocks penetrating her at the same time was almost too much, she screamed in pure ecstasy as she felt the thin piece of flesh that separated her two holes pinched between the two pistoning members.  As the powerful double-penetration continued, she felt something clamp down across her right wrist and then her left.  Looking up she saw that the other two beasts had strapped manacles around both her forearms and they were now advancing towards her, their cocks at attention. 

Once again the desire to have a cock slammed down her throat overtook her, and she reached out for the closest beast, grabbing his pulsing shaft in her once again benign silver-hand. The faun made no attempt to resist and Red took him into her mouth. It's cock was sour and earthy, a horrid combination of dirt and stale sweat, but Red loved it, her tongue ran under and around the head of the monsters prick and then she took it deeper. The faun took over from there, grabbing Red's head in both hands it crammed at least 12 inches of cock down her throat. Red choked and gagged while spit and bile dribbled from her bottom lip, her pussy clamped down with pleasure in response. Just as quickly as the monster had pulled her into deep-throating it's cock it pulled out of her mouth.  Red looked up in dismay to see that it had been pushed backwards by the other faun, who just as quickly shoved its own cock into her open mouth. Soon the pair was taking turns face fucking and being strokes off by her, all the while the best beneath her and the one behind her continued to ravage her holes.

Red had no idea how long the rape continued, she was lost in forced ecstasy, fueled by whatever drug the Satyr had given her, her only concern was to cum as many times as possible.  Almost in unison she felt the pace of the fauns becoming more erratic.  The one fucking her ass sped up to a ridiculous speed, its cock slamming into her at a furious pace. She felt it spasm and suddenly hot liquid spurted into her bowels, jet after jet of hot jizz flooded her insides, and still the creature continued to cum.  At the same moment the cock currently invading her throat began to shoot load after load into her belly; there was so much it felt like trying to chug a pint of ale. Red was forced to pull her head away and off of the cock, she retched and hacked up a copious amount of semen onto the dirt in front of her.  As she looked up the cock in her hand began to go off, the first shot streamed up her forehead and into her hair, and then continued to douse her nose, chin and cheeks, she closed her eyes as a particularly powerful blast streamed across them. With her eyes closed she suddenly felt the cock in her pussy start to ejaculate, hot liquid filled her pussy and began to spurt out of her around the beast's shaft. The feeling was too much, Red's pussy clamped down hard and she bucked furiously, screaming out in the most powerful orgasm of her life. She rode the orgasm wildly, still stroking the cock in her hand and bucking backwards to impale her asshole and grind her pussy deeper. Her whole body shuddered with pleasure as the waves began to subside. 

One by one they pulled away from her.  The monster behind her pulled out of her ass and with a wet slurping sound Jizz began to bubble and squirt from her anus.  The Faun who's cock she held simply backed away, leaving her face coated in its seed. The one who had filled her throat wiped it's dick in her hair and stepped away as well. Red found herself unceremoniously lifted up and dumped into the mud as the beast beneath her picked itself up and left. Red was shaking in the afterglow of her orgasm but also sobbing at the same time.  She rose to her knees. Cum coated her chest and face, now a disgusting mixture of semen and mud and a steady stream still poured from her ravaged holes.  Once again she was retched and another torrent of cum spewed onto the ground, she stared at the mess as long thin strand of jizz dangled from her lips.

Shock and exhaustion quickly turned to anger.  Rage burned in her as she looked up through cum-caked eyelashes at the Satyr.  Her hand once more became a spear and she lunged at him. 

Snap!

As Red thrust forward with her spear hand she found her arms suddenly and forcefully drawn straight out to her sides, the force was almost great enough to dislocate both her shoulders simultaneously. She frantically looked to her right and was terrified by what she saw.  The manacle on her wrist was attached to long chain that wound it's way around the body of a huge creature with the abdomen, head and arms of a man attached to the lower body of a horse; a centaur.  Looking left she saw the same thing, another centaur held the chain connected to the other manacle. 

"I told you bitch, we're going to make an example of you..." The Satyr whispered.

Looking up it screamed in a language she didn't understand and then the Centaurs began to pull against the chains.

Red screamed in pure agony as her shoulders were pulled slowly and agonizingly outward away from her body.  She flexed every muscle she had and tried to pull them back in towards herself, her hips and feet were lifted up into the air as the beasts stepped farther apart. Her resistance only managed to last a fraction of a second once she was lifted upwards, and with a sickening pop her left shoulder dislocated.  The centaurs continued to pull, with each small step forward the skin and muscle in Red's left shoulder and upper arm stretched hideously.

Her screams took on a pitiful note of desperation, small short screeches that matched every little step the centaurs took.  Red was overcome by the pain, a sound like a wet-cloth being ripped apart seemed to come from inside her head.  She looked at her left arm and watched as the skin began to tear open, blood spewed out of multiple rips mixing with the pool of beast cum covering the ground beneath her. She watched the muscle beneath the skin stretch and begin to fray, and then with one last rip followed by a wet pop her left arm was torn from her body.  She smashed into the ground violently and was briefly dragged on her side by the chain that still bound her right arm, but the centaur stopped almost as soon as her arm was torn free.

She lay still, feeling blood pump from the gaping wound with every heartbeat. Cum dribbled down from her hair into her eyes as she began to shiver and shake, cold sweat beading from every pore.  She looked over at her right arm, and was surprised to see her silver hand had melted back into her arm and was wriggling its way up her body.  She had not asked the magic-mirror for anything, but with a mind of it's own it traveled across her naked body to the ragged stump of her left shoulder.  It wrapped itself around the frayed skin and muscle, coated the white bone visible from inside the wound, and within moments Res was no longer bleeding, her arm left arm was gone and in its place was now a small silver colored stump, it covered her collar-bone and her armpit looking almost like an armored pauldron.  She felt relief as the pain slowly faded, but then realized she no longer possessed even a single hand.  That's when she heard his voice.

"Well that's a surprise, usually when they play this game the winner ends up fucking a corpse. It's not every woman that manages to survive having one or both of her arms torn off... You see it's a lot like playing for a wishbone, the centaur that gets the bigger piece gets to fuck what's left.  In this case that'd be you..."  The Satyr trailed off as he grabbed Red by her cum-soaked hair.  He began dragging her back towards the center of town the remaining chain slipping off of her arm now that she no longer had a right hand.

The loss of blood made her too weak to resist. Her boots kicked feebly at the ground as she was pulled towards the center of the small town. She caught a glimpse of two Fauns setting down a long bench in the town square.  Before she knew it her body was hoisted up onto the bench face-up, her arms and legs dangling pitifully off the sides.

The sound of large hooves clipping cobblestones filled her with dread, and soon a large shadow loomed over her.  The centaur was actually somewhat handsome, his upper body was that of a muscular young man with a chiseled jaw and tanned skin.  Below the waist the creature was a huge chestnut stallion. Red only caught the briefest glimpse of its face before it walked over her, straddling the bench with its forelegs. Red looked down to see a fully erect horse-cock pointing straight at her. At least two feet long and thicker than her arm, there was simply no way it would fit inside her.  

"Hold her" she heard a voice from above her say, it was the Centaur's.

The same two Fauns that had brought the bench now appeared on either side of her. Each Faun grabbed one of her thighs and forced them up and apart, while their opposite hand pushed her shoulders downward onto the bench.

She felt the tip of the horse cock rub up against her labia and gasped.  Dried cum flaked from her opening as the enormous cock-head thrust at her entrance. The centaur pushed forward jarringly and at the same time the fauns pressed her in the opposite direction.

"Noooo!" She sobbed as she felt her labia tear as they were pushed up into her opening, the centaur didn't stop and thrust forward even harder, driving at least a foot of it's cock into her. Red convulsed in pain as she watched her belly distend upwards with the force of the penetration. She could feel her organs shifting to accommodate the monster's girth. The Fauns at her side pulled her slightly backwards giving her a brief second of relief before they slammed her down even further onto the monstrous shaft. At least 18 inches of horse cock were now burrowed inside her; she coughed heavily as most of the air was forced out of her lungs and then vomited another stream of Faun-sperm and bile down onto her chest.

She heard grunting from above her, and the centaur bucked forward harder than before. The final 6 inches was jammed into her with overwhelming force.  Red would have screamed if she had any air left as she felt something tear inside of her. The grunting continued from above, then all at once the creatures hot seed began to explode inside her.  
Each jet was like a spear being thrust into her, there was just no room left inside her for the liquid to go. Red's belly ballooned outward as more and more horse-cum filled her up, some of it managing to escape her pussy in powerful spurts. 

Then as quickly as it had started it was over.  The centaur backed up and Red felt her pussy being torn to shreds as the horse-dick left her body. She watched horrified as blood and bits of her vaginal wall stuck to the monster's softening member as it fully exited her body with a loud sucking sound. 

A torrent of blood and semen followed the release as the centaur simply turned around and walked away. The Fauns finally let her go as well and moved away.  Red no longer had the strength to move, her skin grew pale and her vision blurry as her life-blood pumped out from between her legs. 

"Looks like we're almost done here" whispered the Satyr, who now stood to her right side. "We got what we came for, and I think this will be a stark reminder of why it's best not to try to stop us. There's just one last little thing to do..."

Red glanced towards the beast, her eyes hazy, in its right hand it held a cleaver, and in his left a plain white cloth.  He placed the cloth firmly over her mouth and for an instant she feebly tried to push him away with the stump of her right forearm. It was no use, she inhaled deeply, it was the same musky scent as before, but unlike the first time, this time she was not paralyzed, instead her list once again instantly overwhelmed her. As soon as the Satyr removed the cloth she spoke.

"Please, fuck me! Fuck my ass, fuck my ruined pussy, fuck my throat, fucking dig a new hole in me and fuck it, just use me!"

"Not yet, cunt. Not yet" the Satyr replied.  He grabbed her by her left ankle and pressed it tightly to the wooden bench, then with heavy swing he brought his cleaver down through her lower calf.

Red felt the pain of her foot being severed from her body for only an instant, as blood spewed from the wound warmth filled her up, and she started shaking. She couldn't believe it, she was cumming. As blood poured from both her ruined cunt and left leg, the Satyr brought the cleaver down a second time, her right foot flopped to the ground near the bench to join her left.

"Fuck yes! Ruin me!" Red screamed as another orgasm rocked her body. The Satyr smiled down at her and turned his back.

"One more friend would like private minute with you little one, I'll leave you two alone now, goodbye." 

Red was left feeling haunted by the Satyr's last words as silence descended upon her. She began to shiver from blood-loss and the cool wind which chilled the coating of jizz that covered her.  Soon the silence was broken by the sound of heavy hooves coming her way along with a noise like something heavy being dragged across the dirt. Red rolled her head to the side to see what was coming.  Perhaps she should have been afraid by what she saw; a towering beast, easily 10 feet tall with the head and hooves of a bull but the lower body and chest of a man. It was a deformed creature, with legs too small for its body and a torso and arms that were far too large.  Between the creatures legs hung a cock longer and thicker than Red's arm and a pair of balls so large heavy that they dragged on the dirt behind it. This was the Minotaur.

"Mayte, mayte, MAYTE!", the beast's words were a guttural blend of braying, grunting and English but Red knew what it meant.  Tears streamed down her face as the beast came closer. The only clothing the Minotaur wore was a thick belt around its waist that held a huge broad-bladed knife. As it approached it unsheathed the blade.  

Red tried to push the monster away with the stump of her right hand as it grasped her around the middle wth one huge hand, but it was a futile attempt at best, the creature hardly noticed as she smashed the stump of her arm against it's hand and fingers. Without warning the monster slammed the blade between her legs, artfully separating the fold of skin and tissue between her pussy and anus and creating a much larger cavity. The creature's shaft began to grow larger as it pulled the blade free and positioned itself between her thighs, the huge tip of its cock began to drip as it grew even larger and thicker until it was almost the size of Red's leg. Blood streamed around the head of its cock as it pressed hard against Red's opening, she expected the pain to be unimaginable, but instead she felt only warmth.  

Its cum is a drug, she thought to herself as she began to drift once more again into euphoria. 

The Minotaur didn't waste any time, it thrust forward hard, cramming at least a foot of its shaft into her.  Red heard a sound like fabric tearing as her body was torn open from within. The creature bucked again, this time harder and Red vomited a torrent of beast cum and blood out into the dirt.  She continued to wretch and heave as the beast rammed into her again and again, almost two feet of Minotaur cock was inside her now, smashing her organs up into her body. The Minotaur grunted in frustration. "Too small. Not good!" It drooled onto her belly as it spat out the words. 

Red wasn't sure if this was good or bad. The monster seemed frustrated, but at least it had stopped driving into her. It pulled its dripping member from her torn opening and a rush of blood and bits of intestine spilled instantly from the wound. It picked her up in both hands, gripping her by the hips and chest, it's massive hands nearly able to encircle her body and then spun her  so that she was horizontal in front of it.  With a grunt it smashed her downward as one of its fur covered knees rose up to meet her spine from below. 

CRUNCH

Red's spine splintered just above her pelvis and suddenly she felt nothing below her waist. The Minotaur began pulling with all his might, still gripping her by the hips in one hand and the chest in the other. Red's stomach began to stretch obscenely, the skin and muscle now the only thing keeping her together. With a powerful yell the Minotaur ripped her in two, her intestines and other organs splashed through the air and landed on the ground below the bench with a squish. The Minotaur tossed Red's upper half to the side like a piece of trash, and then positioned her severed legs and hips for penetration once more.

Red landed on her back in the mud, her single arm flopping uselessly by her side.  She looked down at the ruin of her body. Ropes of intestine hung from a gaping opening below her navel. She closed her eyes and wept. "I don't want to die" she thought to herself. Her head fell heavy to the dirt turning in the direction of the Minotaur, she watched as the beast used her severed legs as a fuck-toy, running her hips up and down its massive cock as it grunted with pleasure. 

Red felt a tingling sensation in her right shoulder, she looked over the see the silver liquid of her magic mirror leaving the stump, now a ragged red scab, but no longer bleeding, and slide down her torso to the huge opening in her gut. The liquid metal settled over the gaping hole and began to stretch her skin over the wound. Red’s breath was coming in shallow pitiful gulps now, and the world around her began to grow dark. A few yards from her the Minotaur grunted in pleasure as a huge torrent of cum blasted from its cock and onto the ground near Red. It pulled her now deformed legs and lower-body off of it’s enormous member and tossed them back towards her. They fell lifelessly in a heap a few feat from her upper body.

It was at this moment a warm feeling began to spread from her midsection, a feeling not unlike napping outside on a sunny-day. Red blinked heavily, struggling to keep her eyes open, as the warm feeling continued to spread she drifted out of consciousness...

... Some time later.

As consciousness returned to her the first thing she felt was pain. Her entire body was pain, her hands burned, her feet burned, her head ached, and her back was screaming. The second thing she noticed was her mouth was full, something was squirming in and out of it pumping back and forth. “Oh god! What’s happening to me?”

Red struggled to open her eyes as the memories of her fight with the beasts and her subsequent rape and defeat flashed back to her. Horror washed over her as her eyes finally managed to open. The first thing she saw was a curly patch of brown pubic hair slamming forward into her face. She struggled to lift her head and look up and when she did she locked eyes with the dirty face of a boy no more than 19.

A look of shock washed over the boy when he realized that Red was awake only to have the shock quickly replaced by ecstasy as his cock began to convulse in her mouth. A salty load of jizz blasted its way down Red’s throat as the boy groaned and quickly pulled his cock from her mouth. Another rope of jizz shot from his tip and painted Red’s cheek.

Red tried to speak, to demand an explanation, but only a tiny wheeze escaped her lips, followed by a dribble of cum which rolled down her chin.

“Don’t speak”, said the boy, “you’re too week. Everyone in town thought you were dead. They were happy you were, the beasts killed twice as many this time because of you. I thought you were dead too, well at least at first, so I brought you back here to my hideout, even all ruined you were still the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, so I thought maybe I could get a few days out of you before you started to rot. It wasn’t until I put my thing in you the first time I realized you were still warm. I think it’s that thing sticking out of your gut that’s keeping you alive”

Red finally looked down at what was left of herself. One arm, no hands, a single breast, and a strange silver pipe sticking out of a huge pink scar right below her ribs. Below that, nothing. It was then she noticed that she was hanging about a foot off the ground by her long red hair, looped above her head and tied to a hook.

Red gagged and then wretched up a stream of thick yellowish semen which pooled beneath her.

“Don’t worry miss, I’ll keep you alive and keep you company, I watched how much you liked sucking on the beasts, so don’t worry, I’ll take great care of you!”

Red wretched again and consciousness slipped away from her once more. A new nightmare was just beginning...