The minotaur did not respond to the taunt, its thrust long and almost measured, hilting against her pussy, his testicles slamming against her hips, and then pulling back to repeat the previous thrust. It simply repeated the same series of thrusts endlessly, almost as if it was not alive, but like a skeleton, able to only preform a specific series of actions endlessly.<br/><br/>Kara whimpered on the ground, her body already abused to the point of collapse, and her mind was rapidly failing. She looked up, and whimpered as she puked up more semen, and whispered, panting hoarsely, "Kathrine...? Is that... you?"