In the dimly lit dungeon, a slender girl with blonde long hair and a small tiara adorned her head. She knelt before a colossal minotaur, twice her size. The Minotaur, with its massive horse-style penis, was as large as her face. With a twisting, elongated tongue, it licked the oversized organ that now rested on her head. Her mouth stretched to the limit, attempting an impossible fit. Her cheekbones caved in, her cheek streched, and tears welled up in her eyes. Yet, she did not falter, keeping her hand firmly on her head, a cheek job contorting under the strain.