Ex-elf number three was the odd one out. She was similar in size and shape to Chloe, well toned, but certainly not a freak of nature like her two hulking sisters. Her skin was a pale bubblegum pink complimented by her dark purple hair. She seemed like a less monstrous version of Miss Purple. She had shorter black horns in the same place, sprouting from her forehead and curving up. She also had a slender spaded tail sprouting out of her butt. Otherwise, she was fairly normal.
Well, normal-ish... She still had a big fucking cock... Not quite as big as the others, Ash sized, maybe nine inches. It was purely humanlike, with no weird studs or protrusions. It wasn't a true torture cock, but she was still a little bit larger than what my body would normally find comfortable. A bit of an ouch, but not exactly the bad sort of ouch.
Like the others, her mind seemed lost to lust, her cock permanently hard and dripping with a clear syrupy precum. Though compared to the other larger monster elves, she seemed a bit less frantic and enraged, still horny and desperate to rape us, but not quite as keen on inflicting pain so much as just pinning us down and satisfying her insatiable desire with our holes.
The other two rape monsters were beastkin and it seemed their species corrupted a little differently than the elves. Instead of random colours or eldritch mutations, they were... a bit more beast and a bit less kin.
The monstrous wolfkin was barely recognizable as a former wolfboy. Really, I could only call it a straight up werewolf. He stood about eight feet tall, hunched over on two legs. He had a fully furry body, a big snarling fanged muzzle, and an erect canine cock that put the dire coyote's endowment to shame.
This wolf's bitch breaker was the clear winner in the size department. Its cock was only a little longer than the larger elves, maybe fourteen inches, but once past the tapered tip, it became much much thicker. It tapered out wider and wider, until right around the middle, it reached a thickness that was like Ash's huge fist, at least four inches in diameter, maybe more. It slimmed back down at little as it approached the base, but then, the real horror happened...
At the cock's base was an intimidatingly massive knot the size of a godsdamned cantaloupe. What was that like... six inches wide? seven? That one would be a bit of a stretch... Actually no, not a stretch. No human sized body could handle that... It seemed more likely it would just rip me open. I could only hope my Aasimar healing countered the horrific tearing it would cause. That thing was a legitimately deadly weapon.
I imagined the wolf and the purple demon girl double penetrating me. That would just... destroy me. Fuck... it would hurt so bad...
Oh great, now I was wet again. Stupid masochist body...
The final monster in the menagerie was likely once a foxgirl. She seemed the most patient of the bunch, standing stoically in her cage, glancing at the other monsters with wary eyes. She was a mixed blessing for anyone with a furry fetish. She was... pretty much the ideal anthropomorphic furry fox girl, the kind many furry fetishists from Earth might desire, but she was still a senseless rape monster. A furry's first encounter with their dream girl, would likely be their last if they weren't immune to her Tainted corruption.
She had fur covering her entire body and a fox's head, complete with a bestial muzzle. She had clawed fingertips and feet, as well as a big fluffy fox tail. But she was still more woman than beast, her body was almost entirely human in shape beneath the silky coating of fur, the size of a normal, if slightly tall and athletic, woman.
Strangely, she didn't have a monster cock. To my great surprise, there was an actual pussy tucked away down there, cute and humanlike, just barely visible beneath the downy fur. Despite her calm demeanour and lack of dick, she seemed no less desperate to rape us. Her pussy was absolutely drooling with lust. I could see the dark patch of damp clumpy fur going all the way down her thighs. This was a very thirsty vixen.
Okay... so what was the plan?
I could forget about fighting them off with only my six Strength and my magic suppressed. Chloe too, was useless in a fight. Among the slaves, the catgirl was a scrawny half-starved waif, the wolfgirl was broken and incoherent. The low elf boy... was new. He wasn't super skinny at least, but he just looked jittery and terrified, staring at all the scary dicks with dread. I figured the odds of one of my fellow slaves being a secret badass and saving us all were slim.
So, fighting wasn't an option, these monsters would use us until they were satisfied, or until our captors pried them off us.
So, when the inevitable rape began... would I be taking three of those monster dicks? Maybe... Honestly, if I was a demented rape monster, I'd want to take a whole girl for myself if there was one available, rather than share a slightly prettier one with another monster. Whether I was getting triple penetrated or not would depend on how alluring my Aasimar nature was to them.
So best case scenario, Chloe would have to keep two of them occupied to spare the others a horrible Tainted demise. I hoped she could manage that or at least one of these victims was going to end up Tainted.
The doors above opened a short while later, the red robed men started filing into the room. I couldn't see most of them, but plenty were hanging over the bannister, looking down at us, and speculating as to what was going to happen.
I relaxed in my cage, and tried to listen to some of the chatter. The conversation topics were varied. Many were excited to see Crabby's chitinous cock rip a girl open, apparently, she tended to fuck her victims to bloody and painful death. Purple was also apparently fun to watch, since she was supposedly the most aggressive rapist, like a rape berserker. That one was usually nonlethal, though the poor girls ended up getting pretty battered as she tossed them around. The Wolf also tended to kill his victims, ripping them open thanks to his size and complete lack of mercy when it came to the viciousness of his penetration. Only the most durable of girls could survive being knotted by him.
The men were disappointed that the Fox was included, apparently, she wasn't as vicious as her fanged maw suggested, and didn't hurt her victims enough to be fun. Unlike most rape monsters, she prioritized boys over girls, and preferred to ride them dominantly, rather than completely rip their asses apart like the other rape monsters.