corruption of champions bad endings While exploring the mountains you catch a strong whiff of your favorite scent. Tipping your head to the side, you take in a few deep lungfuls and sigh. Judging by the strength of the smell, there must be MANY minotaurs gathered together. Immediate visions of being surrounded by the muscly monsters fill your mind. In your fantasy your holes are plugged and you’re soaked in their wondrous stuff. You desperately want it to be a reality, and all you need to do is follow your nose... Do you follow the minotaur-scent like the addict that you are? ... You grin and stumble up the mountain, inhaling deep breaths from moment to moment to make sure you’re on the right track. The scent gets stronger and stronger, making you wet with anticipation. Though you don’t notice, your pupils have dilated and your eyes are glassy from the smell alone. Scrabbling up the rocks, you’re oblivious to the cuts and scrapes that form on your hands and arms from the frantic climb. You pull yourself up onto a ledge and heave yourself over it, lying down to pant and drool from exhaustion. Only after you’ve recovered do you realize that you’ve found them! There’s a whole village of minotaurs here! Twenty or thirty cave openings are tunneled into the mountain, and an equal number of crude huts are built on the surrounding ledge. You aren’t looking at that way – your eyes are riveted by what you see between the two sets of structures. There are five of the shaggy beast-men gathered around a fire-pit, roasting some animal and relaxing. Two of them are vigorously fucking tiny minotaur-like beings with feminine features, spearing their much shorter brethren on their mammoth shafts. The look on the faces of the 'minitaurs' is one you know well, the pure ecstasy of indulging a potent addiction. A third beast has a human-looking victim suspended by her ankles and is roughly fucking her throat. Her eyes are rolled back, though whether from pleasure or lack of oxygen you’re not sure. A pair of beach-ball-sized breasts bounces on her chest, and a cock big enough to dwarf the minotaur’s flops about weakly, dribbling a constant stream of liquid. She must be one of the slaves that escaped from the factory, though it doesn’t look like her life has improved much since her escape. corruption of champions bad endings How to use it? corruption of champions bad endings One of the unoccupied monsters glances your way and gives you a predatory smile. He puts down the axe he was sharpening and strides over, his loincloth nearly tearing itself from his groin as his member inflates to full size. Amazingly, this minotaur bothers to speak, “New fuck-toy. Suck.” His words are music to your ears. Crawling forwards, you wallow in the dirt until you’re prostrate before him. Looking up with wide eyes, you grip him in your hands and give him a gentle squeeze. You open wide, struggling to fit his girthy member into your eager mouth, but you manage. A drop of pre-cum rewards your efforts, and you happily plunge forwards, opening wider as he slips into the back of your throat. Miraculously, your powerful needs have overcome your gag reflex, and you’re gurgling noisily as your tongue slides along the underside of his cock, massaging him. “Need... more!” grunts the beast, grabbing you around the neck and pulling you upwards, forcing himself further and further into your throat. Normally being unable to breathe would incite panic, but the pre-cum dripping into your gullet blasts away the worry in your mind. You’re face-fucked hard and fast until you feel your master’s cock swelling with pleasure inside your throat. It unloads a thick batch of creamy minotaur jism directly into your stomach, rewarding you until your belly bulges out with the appearance of a mild pregnancy. Your master pulls out and fastens a leather collar around your neck before dragging you through the mud back to his campfire. Between the tugging of your collar and rough throat-fucking, you’re breathless and gasping, but you couldn’t be any happier. Your new owner lifts you up by your wide ass and forces himself inside your backdoor, stuffing you full of thick minotaur cock. Still heavily drugged by the load in your gut, you giggle happily as you’re bounced up and down, totally relaxed in your master’s presence. He grunts and cums inside you for the second time, somehow still able to flood your bowels with what feels like a gallon of cum. Drooling brainlessly, happy gurgles trickle from your throat as you’re pulled off and tossed to the side. You don’t feel the impact of your body landing in the mud, or even notice when you’re passed around the camp-fire, broken in as each of your new monstrous masters has his turn. corruption of champions bad endings How to get it for free? corruption of champions bad endings Days and weeks pass in a half-remembered haze. You’re violated countless time, and after the first day they don’t even bother to keep you on a leash. Why would they need to restrain such an eager slave? You’re tossed to the side whenever you’re not needed as a cum-dump, but as soon as you start to come out of your daze, you crawl back, gaping, dripping, and ready for another dose. For their part, your new masters seem happy to take care of your needs. The only time you aren’t drugged is when the minotaurs are sleeping, but the minitaurs seem all too happy to let you suckle the pre from their tiny horse-cocks in the huddled slave-pile. You are no longer the Champion of your village. The only thing you’re a champion of is cum-guzzling. You take immense pride in showing the other cum-sluts just how many thick loads you can coax from your horny masters every day. Life couldn’t be any better. GAME OVER corruption of champions bad endings