[Fantasy] The Minotaur’s Slave

Kristin shuddered as the giant stone altar gradually lowered itself into the darkness of the labyrinth below. The air was cold, her sheer white tunic offering little protection. The gold shackles on her wrist felt heavy and cumbersome, as did the gold collar around her neck.

She should have known something like this would happen. Ever since her friends and her had snuck over to the brothel that day. Her friends were disgusted by what they saw and quickly ran away, but not Kristin. She was fascinated.

Day after day she returned to hide in the bushes and watched what went on. It excited her in a way she couldn’t quite describe. She knew the Gods would frown upon it, but she just couldn’t help herself. When she saw the men strip down, saw the women begin their work on them, it always caused a wetness between her legs. Sometimes she even traced a hand down there to feel it. It felt…good.

That was how the guard found her that day: hiding in the bushes, her hand up her skirt, her breasts exposed as she watched two women taking turns pleasing a man with their mouths. As soon as he grabbed her, she knew what her punishment would be.

The beast residing below their town demanded sacrifice to satiate his hunger. And filthy little peasant girls were in abundance.

The priests dressed her in a sheer white tunic. It was practically see through. They clasped the gold shackles around her wrist and neck, laid her on the altar, and pulled the lever to activate the mechanism that would slowly lower it into the bowels of the ancient labyrinth below.

The altar shuddered and came to a stop on the stone floor with a loud crash. Kristin’s heart was beating out of her chest. Was this it? Is this how she would pass to the gods? Devoured by a monster?

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she heard, faintly, the sound of footsteps approaching.

They become louder, and louder, impossibly loud, until finally, he came into view.

She saw the eyes first. Glowing amber eyes, filled with rage and hunger. Then the head became visible. Savage, bestial, the face of a bull. Two black and shining horns adorned either side of his head. His nose was a dripping snout, his teeth flat teeth shining white behind a snarling mouth.

He stepped closer. Kristin backed up against the cold stone wall, slowly.

More of him came into view. And what she saw caused her to gasp.

Beneath his head, the monster had the body of a man. The most defined, toned man she had ever seen. He looked like the statues of the heroes adorning the temple that had always caused her gaze to wander.

His muscles shifted and twitched under his dirty, sweat covered skin as he walked closer. Her eyes wandered down farther, and what she saw next elicited a different reaction from her body entirely.

Swinging in between his legs was the largest manhood she had ever seen. Most of the patrons of the brothel she spied on were five, maybe six inches long. This monster’s manhood was limp, and yet easily hung down to his knees. He must have been blessed with the vitality of the bull. She trembled with fear as he came closer, but despite herself, she felt the wetness between her legs return.

The monster, with surprising swiftness, grabbed Kristin by the gold shackle on her neck and threw her up against the wall, hard. She felt the cold stone scrape against her skin, fraying the back of the tunic. She looked into the beast’s golden eyes as he applied more pressure, cutting off her windpipe. Kristin struggled, her hands clawing at his arm as her vision began to fade. At the last moment, her body reacted automatically. She knew there was only one chance for her survival. She knew what all men wanted…even half-bull ones.

She reached down between the monster’s legs, and wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock.

Instantly, she felt the pressure on her neck lesson. A devilish smile appeared on her lips as she moved her hand slowly up his shaft, feeling it twitch in response to her touch.

“Good monster,” she cooed at him, “let your new slave prove her worth to you…”

Kristin didn’t know if the beast could understand her speech, but he relented none the less. He released her from the wall, letting her slide down the cold stone wall to her knees. She was face to face with the beast’s manhood. She wrapped her other hand around the thick shaft and continued to massage it. She saw the veins in it bulge, felt the blood rush to it as it became harder and harder in her hand. Soon it was standing straight up, mere inches from her face.

Kristin knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew the gods would damn her, that she should be fearing for her life. But despite these concerns, the wetness was practically dripping out from between her legs. Her mind went blank, possessed by the seduction of Aphrodite.

She spit on the monster’s manhood as she worked her hands up and down it with increased speed. It was easily the length of her entire forearm, and thick enough that she could barely wrap two hands around it. The head became swollen and large as the monster grunted his approval. “Does my master enjoy this?” Kristin asked, the devilish smile again on her lips.

In response, he grabbed her again. Kristin did not resist. The monster grabbed her by her arms and bent her over, pushing her face into the cold and dirty floor. Kristin waved her ass up in front of the beast, the tunic falling between her legs, barley hiding her flower from his sight.

She felt his hands grab the tunic and rip it to shreds, right off of her body in one swift pull, as he took hold of her hips with his strong hands and positioned himself behind her.

She felt it. The tip of the beast’s cock. It was pressed against her swollen lips.

Kristin closed her eyes and braced herself. Despite his bestial nature, he did not force himself into her. Not at first. She felt him press into her, gently, slowly.

First she felt the swollen head penetrate her. She let out a cry. The beast grabbed Kristin by the back of her long auburn hair, holding her down against the cold earth.

Slowly he pressed more of himself inside her. She cried out again, more of a moan this time. She had played with herself outside of the brothel, even slid a finger or two inside, to see what it felt like.

It did not prepare her for this.

She felt her body struggle and stretch as he slid himself inside her. Places inside of her that had never been opened were springing to life. It was the most beautiful pain and pleasure the gods could possibly have conceived of. The beast applied gentle pressure, breaking down her body’s resistance, forcing more and more of himself inside her. When he finally couldn’t push anymore, he stopped.

Still grabbing Kristin’s hair, the beast pulled her up, arching her back. The ruined tunic fell to pieces on the floor in front of Kristin, exposing her pale, milky breasts. She noted that her nipples were erect…she could see their shadow against the wall in the pale candlelight.

The beast slowly slid himself out of Kristin. She gasped as inch by inch pulled out, sending shivers down her spine. At last, just the swollen head remained inside her.

Without warning, the monster pushed Kristin back down into the earth, and shoved himself inside her again. Every inch, all at once. It stunned her and caught the voice in her throat. Only a small squeak escaped her lips. She looked back in between her legs, saw the edge of the monster’s swollen cock disappear inside her. She had never seen herself this wet. It leaked down her thigh and onto the stone floor.

He started to pull out again, faster this time. And again, when just the tip was inside her, he slammed himself back in. In, out, in, out, each time picking up pace, each time increasing the ferocity.

More squeaks escaped Kristin’s mouth. Finally she found her voice.

“Yes…master…yes…please,” she moaned in between his thrusts. Her hand, working on it’s own again, reached down in between her legs and started to rub small circles on her clit, intensifying her pleasure, minimizing the pain.

“Take me master,” she pleaded, “make me yours. I live to serve you!”

His pace was quick now, she felt herself being slammed into the ground, felt the stone cut at her knees and her elbows. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered besides this blessed pleasure.

She continued to rub circles against her skin as she felt a tingling from in between her legs spread along her spine. Kristin’s toes curled, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her arms went limp. The pleasure radiated to her extremities, a blinding red light of sensation clouding her vision as she felt herself clamp down hard on the monster’s manhood, felt the wetness shoot out if her body and splash against the stone floor. She convulsed and rolled against the cold stone floor, screaming, as the monster stood still, hands on his hips, steam coming from his open mouth. Was that a look of pride in his bestial eyes?

Finally, after what felt like an age, Kristin regained control of her body. The beast slid himself all the way out of her, his manhood springing up, still hard and erect, as he stood in front of her, hands on his hips.

Kristin got to her feet. Leaning against the wall, she faced the beast.

Something was wrong with her body. It wasn’t hers anymore. The old Kristin was gone. This new girl lived only for her beast, would do anything for his approval. She leaned back, and spread her legs. With one hand, she massaged the lips in between her thighs, still soaking wet. Her other arm found her breast, grabbed onto a nipple and twisted, desperately hoping to replicate the beautiful pain enforced by the beast.

His amber eyes watched her intently. His manhood twitched. A small bead of liquid had rolled down from the tip.

“You aren’t done with me yet, are you, Master?” She moaned and slid a finger inside herself, then looked back at him, locking eyes.

“Your slave needs more. Your slave needs to satisfy your every need. Please… Master?”

The ground shuddered as he stepped closer, his muscles rippling. Kristin moaned again and writhed against the wall, gyrating her hips, willing him closer.

The beast grabbed her in his arms and lifted her up against the wall. She let her hands caress the muscles of his arm as she positioned herself above him. The beast pushed her hard against the wall, the stone scrapping against her bare ass.

Holding her there, Kristin felt the tip of his manhood against her again. But this time, she wanted to take the lead. She wanted to show her new master that she was worthy of him. Using gravity as her aid, Kristin dropped herself down onto him. She felt him split her open again, felt every inch, as she lowered herself down. Her entire weight was supported by it now.

Looking for leverage, Kristin grabbed onto the only thing she could think of: the horns of the beast. Pulling herself up by them, she waited until he was almost out of her, and then dropped herself down again, hard. She cried out as she forced him even deeper inside her. Her hand curled around the fur at the back of the beast’s head, as she leaned in and whispered in his ear: “take me…fuck me like the animal you are.”

The beast roared and slammed his fists against the stone wall on either side of Kristin’s head, shaking the foundation. He pushed Kristin up with her manhood as she bounced up, then, timing it perfectly, forced herself down again just in time with his thrust. Again. And again. She bounced higher and higher. She held on to the horns for dear life as her breasts swung up and down, getting filled more and more deeply.

“Yes master!” She screamed, “I’m yours! Use my body master! Use me for your pleasure! Give me your seed!”

He snorted, his breath hot against her face as she licked the side of his. He pounded harder, harder, harder, grunting. Kristin saw the muscles in his neck twitched, saw tremors spread down his body as his cock started to pulse inside her. With a few last desperate thrusts, he finally let out a mighty roar, eyes wild with lust as his manhood erupted inside of her.

She felt it, his seed, warm and hot, fill her instantly. The strength of his ejaculation forced him out of her. She fell to the ground instantly, obediently, and grabbed a hold of his shaft strongly in her hand. She aimed it like a hose at her mouth. She didn’t know how long she would be here, but she knew she would need sustenance to survive. What better food to satiate her hunger and her lust?

White cum still leaked out of the swollen head of the monster, and Kristin started stroking it vigorously. Instantly, it erupted again. She wasn’t quite prepared as the first heavy rope of cum splashed against her cheek. She opened her mouth, and caught the next one in her throat. Another rope hit her tongue, and her mouth was full. She closed it and swallowed, the excess rolling down her chin, as the monster’s seed continued to shoot out of his cock, landing on her chest, seemingly going on forever.

Finally, panting, she saw the monster’s muscles relax, and felt his manhood start to go limp in her hand. She let it go. Still catching his breath, the minotaur looked down at his prize before slowly turning and lumbering away into the darkness.

Kristin remained, collapsed on the floor, cuts and scrapes covering her naked skin, the beast’s seed cooling and dying on her skin, leaking out of her.. She moaned and rubbed it into her skin in her chest, forced some from her cheek into her mouth, savoring the flavor as her other hand found the wetness between her legs again and the cum leaking out of her.

As she moaned and writhed in the darkness, recovering her strength, Kristin wondered when her master would come back, and what new ways she could find to satisfy his needs.

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