The minotaur lets out a loud guttural yell as she stabbed it in the wrist, blood flowing freely. It lets go of her and staggers back, pulling out the dagger and trying to stop the flow of blood. The other minotaurs laughed at the scene, delighted to see their pray was not easily catched. Mary thought she got them to back off from her, but before she knew it she was lifted up by a hand at her neck, one of them had aproached her from behind! It held her up with an outstretched hand, turning around and showing her off for the rest of the clan, before he took his other hand and basicly ripped off her shirt from her body and revealed her ample breast, leaving only shards of cloth falling to the ground. The other Minotaurs cheered, and the one holding her tossed her over to another one, who pushed her down face first to the ground with a large hand on her back, again squeezing out the air from her body. This one carassed and groped her ass for a while, before giving her a powerfull slap on it, a sharp pain that was sent through her entire body. Then it slipped some fingers under the hem of the pants, and ripped them off as well, shard by shard. Daggers cluttered to the floor as her clothes were mercilessly ripped off, he even tossed away her boots. Then he gave her a kick, sending her sliding across the floor into the middle of the circle again, in nothing else but her panties.