Elsa swore under her breath as she raced down the corridor. She was lost, but that was the whole point, wasn't it? This was a labyrinth after all, a maze, and every turn could bring disaster. Somewhere in here with her was a nightmare, or possibly more than one. She had heard a rumor that the minotaur had a brother.
Minotaur. That hulking great beast with enormous shoulders and a face that was only mostly human, with horns protruding from a heavy, wrinkled brow, and a wide, flat nose. From behind her Elsa thought she heard the clip clop of cloven hooves. She turned and ran, darting down a random corridor and trying not to sob out loud.
The walls were high and carved from living rock, a cave with only one entrance and a thousand turns to get lost in. High portals in the ceiling allowed a little light, as well as viewing by the priests and food drops. Occasionally she saw a face flash by, but they wouldn't intervene other than to occasionally toss a few scraps of bread her way. She was a sacrifice, as the gods demanded. Afraid, naked, and doomed. She ran on.
Elsa came to a dead end. A small pool of water glistened in the dim light though, and Elsa drank deeply. As she knelt by the pool the light dimmed behind her, and she turned in terror to see a silhouette at the end of the corridor. She should never have lingered in a dead end.
Elsa froze, like the prey she was, her breath hitching in her throat. She had no idea what the thing would do with her if it caught her, the priests hadn't told her, although presumably they knew. She only knew she would be hunted. Did Minotaur eat women? She didn't know, and was terrified to find out.
The minotaur approached, it's huge head moving from side to side as if sniffing her out. His hands were human, but his feet were massive cloven hooves. His only item of clothing was a buckskin loin cloth, tied around hips that were narrow in relation to the hulking bulk of his shoulders and upper arms.
In appearance he looked a lot like a hulking, hairy man, with massive hands and blue tattoos of mazes on his arms and shoulders. His hair was shaggy and black, his eyes equally black but unfocused, as if he didn't see well, and his septum was pierced with a large gold ring. He drew in a deep breath through his wide nose and honed in on her.
Elsa backed against the wall as the minotaur approached, turning her face away and shutting her eyes. She felt hot breath on the soft skin of her neck and she froze, eyes squeezed shut and breath barely fluttering. She heard the beast breathe in deeply through it's nose again and then let out a sound almost like a purr. Her eyes shot open and she met the gaze of the minotaur, which was crouched down before her, his black eyes right in front of hers. In one swift motion he picked her up, scooping her naked body off the ground and high into the air. The monster had to be nearly 7 feet tall, and she was dwarfed by the size of him. Her legs and arms flailed as he carried her, making deft turns down various corridors, until he reached what must be the center of the labyrinth. It was a wide hall, with many corridors leading out and a large viewing port above. In the center of the hall was a stone table of polished marble. As the minotaur approached it, he threw his head back and bellowed loudly, and animal noise that a human man could never make. From somewhere in the labyrinth came an answering bellow.
The minotaur laid Elsa down on the table, looming over her as he blocked the light.
As he stood over her, staring down at her naked form, he reached down and untied his loin cloth, pulling the fabric away from an enormous, purple, throbbing cock that protruded obscenely from between muscled thighs. Elsa suddenly had a pretty good idea about what the minotaur had in mind for her, but just as she thought to flee the monster reached up, grabbed her wrists and with swift movements used his loincloth to tie her hands together. With a stab of panic she heard another set of hoof steps enter the hall behind her.
She struggled as she stared upside down at the approach of the second minotaur, who had already ditched his loin cloth, if he'd ever worn one. He walked up to the table and grabbed her bound wrists, holding her tightly. From where she lay all she could see was a huge set of balls and another cock, slightly slimmer than the first cock but none the less daunting. She felt her knees gripped firmly as they were pried apart, and something hot and wet pressed against her womanhood. The first monster had his face between her thighs and his tongue, which felt enormous, was slobbering on her.
This was a first for Elsa. While she was definitely not a virgin, all of her experiences had been of a singular gratification that was not her own. No one had ever licked her pussy, and she found she didn't hate it. She stopped struggling and held still as the tongue probed deeper.
The second minotaur took this opportunity to pull her towards him until her head was off the edge of the slab. Her head dangled down and now she was truly looking at the world upside down. She cold no longer see the first minotaur, but he was continuing to probe her pussy with his tongue. The second minotaur looked down at her, hot steam snorting from his nostrils, and he stroked her face with is huge hands. A thumb entered her mouth and probed into her throat, making her gag. He removed the digit and replaced it with the head of his cock. He pushed into her mouth, then grabbed her head with both hands and pushed into her throat. She gagged as he began fucking her skull, then gasped as, at the other end, his brother pushed one finger into her cunt and began sliding it in and out. His tongue worked into her folds and found her clit, rubbing up and down on it as his finger pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy.
She chided herself for becoming wet. She could feel it happening and there was nothing she could do about it. She knew he must feel it too, the walls of her cunt slickening as he pushed one, then two fingers in and out of her. She felt the one fucking her mouth pull out, and then she was pushed back on the slab and flipped over onto elbows and knees. Her hands still bound, the minotaur in front of her grabbed her hair and stuck his dick back in her mouth, apparently enjoying the new angle as she bobbed up and down on his swollen head.