The Labyrinth

Warning - this story contains graphic depictions of sex between a female and an animal of Greek mythology. If this concept disturbs you, or in any way makes you feel uncomfortable, do not continue reading.

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When I was a little girl my family took me to the seer, the Oracle of my village. It is a moment I have no recollection of myself, though I have heard stories. As my parents tell it the old woman gazed into my eyes, and said she had never seen eyes full of such innocence and purity as mine, bright and blue as they are. She painted my face with red markings and prayed to the Gods for a vision of what was in my future. I am told the vision she received was that I would have a great purpose; a duty to preform that would rely on my beauty and sanctity. I was the chosen of the Gods.

As such my childhood and early teenage years were filled with wealth and education far beyond my station. My village, one of twelve, surrounds the capital city of Haraphan, and pooled together all its talents to afford me the best of what they could offer. I was a collaboration of the village's collective effort, the single goal to raise the most attractive women, both physically and mentally, they possible could. And they succeeded. I had golden hair and bright blue eyes, and white, creamy flesh from lack of sunlight. My curves were exceptional, and my bosom larger than most, but still maintaining a youthful rise. This was influenced by the specially selected foods I was allowed to consume, as well as the spices and potions I was given that were supposed to increase several of my feminine attributes.

By sixteen seasons I was the envy of every young man in the village. They all desired me, but none cold have me. I was to be kept pure, under constant watch, despite my own urges against such a policy.

Things changed upon my eighteenth season, when I was carted away and learned the truth of my fate. Upon that birthday I was given shimmering silk robes that clung to my body with a neckline that plummeted to my navel. The sleeves were cut down the center, showing the skin of my arms, and the fabric itself was just slightly transparent, enough that hen it was pressed against my flesh one could catch the faintest glimpse of what was underneath. I was also given away to soldiers of Harapham who came in a chariot, hand painted and drawn by two white stallions. They took me to the capital and I learned that I was not unique. Each of the twelve villages had a chosen one women to represent them, and all of us were collectively called the tributes.

One of us was selected, the most beautiful and pure, by the High Priest of the Golden Temple, the centerpiece of Harapham. As you might have guessed, it was I. I don't know what happened to the other tributes. Maybe they were sent back home? That doesn't matter now. I was taken into the temple itself and prepared.

Stripped naked I was seen to be a collection of female servants. They washed my body with surprising thoroughness and spread scented oils and herbs across by bare flesh. After the bath I was waxed, the hair across my body removed till I was nothing but smooth, and then creams were rubbed into my skin. My hair was washed by the finest soaps, and brushed and oiled till it draped like golden curtains around my shoulders. The soles of my feet were rubbed with pumice stone and my nails were then painted red. My face was powdered, my lips were stained with berries, and my eyelashes darkened by kohl. Once all of this was competed I was given robes more sheer than the last, simply a formality since everything I was, could be seen through them.

I was then taken to the High Priest once more so that he could approve the work. I stood in front of him, feeling more exposed than ever before, my nipples hard in the gentle breeze and pushing against the fabric. Despite my stimulated appearance the High Priest showed no sings of being bothered by it. He eyed me over as he had done when first selected me, and smiled with a fatherly approval before he announced that I was a vision of the Gods will. The preparations were complete and my true purpose was to be revealed to me.

I didn't know what to expect as I was lead down into the base of the great temple. Down a darkened passage that seemed to go on forever, my feet were chilled by the cold stone. The entire priesthood was with me as we traveled and when we arrived at a great door, at least twenty feet high, with chains and bolts adorning it, they began to remove the locks. The image of the darkened door filled me with dread and I asked the High Priest what was on the other side. He looked at me and smiled, "Do not be frightened child." He said calmly. "On the other side of this door is a maze, at the end of which lies your purpose. It is a door to the Gods and a door to heaven, and you should be honored to walk its path." His words went some way to comfort me in those moments, but once it was unlocked, opened, and I was guided through, the comfort soon dissipated. The door was shut behind me and I heard the chains and heavy bolts shut. Darkness surrounded me.

I stood there, cold, for several minutes, my eyes unable to pierce the dark shroud. After awhile they adjusted however, and I was able to see an unlit torch by the door. I took it in hand and saw that it had, tied to it, a bag containing flit and a starting stone. I ignited the oil-soaked cloth and held it forwards, the passage in front of my immediately cast in dull, orange light.

I was in what appeared to be a dungeon of types; stone surrounded me, with no noticeable imperfections. This looked like no path to heaven I was familiar with, and a deep feeling of dread assailed me. For moments I was paralyzed. I hoped that the priests would open the door once more, and I could leave. I even went so far as to bang on the massive door and call for aid, but no response came.

I had to move forward, for it was my only options other than waiting, and I had a feeling that was a ship never to sail. So I summoned my courage and moved. Slowly I walked forwards, my bare feet making a light padding sound on the bare floor. After walking for some time I noticed there was a light breeze coming through these tunnels, enough for my robes to flitter teasingly around my body. I could see no vents along the tunnel itself, which mean that somewhere was an exit. Perhaps the High Priest was being truthful.

At that moment I heard something, a cacophony that shook my heart and made me my knees weak with fear. A roar, so deep and powerful it was like nothing I had ever heard. It came from in front of me, echoing through the passages. I thought of running away, back to the door, but knew only a dead end was there. I had to reach the exit before whatever made that noise found me.

I ran. Turn after turn, fork after fork, always following the breeze and every so often I'd hear that roar. Every time I'd stop and try to pinpoint if it was in front or behind, but it was so difficult sometimes I could not tell. As I delved deeper into the labyrinth things became more confusing. I found dead ends despite following the wind, and swore on several occasions I was going around in circles. I couldn't tell if I had made any progress and what was most terrible was that the roars, which were now most certainly behind me, were growing louder.

That's when I saw it. At the end of the passage in front of me I thought I saw the faintest of lights. I quickly tossed the torch behind me, so that its flame did not interfere, and never had I regretted something more. When the torch landed on the ground it showed me something that filled me with raw terror. A massive beast, at least twelve feet high, covered in hair, and standing on cloven hooves.

It had the head of an ox, with great horns and beady brown eyes that stared angrily forwards. Its muscles were huge and defined even through the blanket of brown fur covering its body, and I knew this creature could snap me in half like a dry twig. But something more terrifying adorned this creature; a thick cock hung between its legs, pink and erect, budding from a patch of curly black hair. It was at least a foot in length, and the thickness of my arm, and my eyes widened as I saw the long strand of thick pre that constantly drooled from its flat, animalistic head.

Despite my fear, something made warmth stir within me. It was the sent. Musk, masculine beyond belief, washed over me. My eyes crossed from it potency, and I felt dizzy. My nipples became hard as rocks, and my sex moistened between my legs. I couldn't fathom this response, as it was not a conscious act.

I stood there, dumbfounded, and shocked in front of this beast, my sheer robes fluttering around me, my vulnerability more evident than the sun in the sky. Then it roared. Jagged white teeth exposed themselves and I needed no further encouragement. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Without the light of the torch I could see my objective, that faint glimmer at the end of the tunnel. I could hear the Minotaur chasing after me, thundering down the tunnel, but I was faster.

My feet stung from slapping on the hard stone floor repeatedly, but I dare not stop. I was so close. I could see he light and seconds later I burst forwards into a large chamber with a collection of candles burning on a table, that shown dull light on the surrounding walls. Horror. This was not an exit. I spun around to face my attacker but none emerged. Had I escaped? Impossible, it was a strait tunnel. Perhaps the beast was afraid of light? Thoughts rushed through my brain, I was desperate for explanation, and then I looked around.

The chamber was quiet, and quaint. The table I was pressed against was large, big enough for an entire banquet, or one large monster. A massive chair was at one end, heavy and well worn, and a smaller one was at the other. In one corner of the room was a collection of pillows, rugs, and other sleeping material organized with surprising care to form a giant bed. A mirror was in another corner, rare as they were, and quite large in size. This was the beast's home. This was where it lived.

No sooner had the thought dawned on me than I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I twisted around, so fast I lost my footing, and stumbled backwards, raising my hands to shield my face. The beast was there, towering over me with muscles tense and lips parted in a menacing snarl. Before I could hit the ground it lunched forwards, one large hand curling around my torso. I felt the immense strength behind those fingers, enough to crush bone and armor. I screamed for my life, wiggled desperately but to no avail, certain that the creature was going to squeeze the life out of me. But it didn't. It held me, firmly, its chest rising and falling in steady breaths until I had screamed my lungs empty. Then it snorted, blowing a wave of hot air over my face.

I was still terrified, I admit, but after a few moments the initial terror and surprise wore off and I started to think. It wanted me for something, there was no reason to keep me alive otherwise, and the image of that pulsing, veined cock flashed in my brain. I looked down once more to see if perhaps I was mistaken, but it still hung between the monsters legs, twitching. I was admittedly more intrigued seeing it the second time and the warmth from my first glimpse returned moments later. The beast must have sensed this, as it leaned forwards and sniffed me, then growled and pulled me down towards its animalistic erection.

Now its true I was intrigued, looking back on this moment maybe even a little excited, but being thrust so quickly towards it startled me and I kicked unthinking. I hit the creature's stomach, causing it no harm, but surprising it nonetheless. It was surprised enough to drop me and I crawled away on all fore's, not thinking that I was giving the beast a full view of my bare ass, and wet cunt through the sheer fabric.

The Minotaur seemed in no rush to chase me, however, merely observed, straitening itself to a more upright position. I reached the edge of the room and turned around, putting my back against the wall. The beast stood in the middle of the room lit by the candles on the table, its pink, fleshy rod standing out against its brown fur. For the first time I noticed its pendulous balls that hung below that thick meat, and my eyes widened. They were huge, each the size of my own head. I couldn't help but think of the drowning load this animal was capable of producing. I found myself captivated by the idea, even aroused, my loins growing more lubricated with ever second that I thought of milking that magnificent cock.

At that moment the beast took a step forwards and I was cast from my fantasies, returned to the situation again. I held up my hands in defense, which caused it the Minotaur to stop once again and grunt with annoyance. At that moment I formulated a plan.

I took a breath and calmed my heart, tried to steady my shaking hands and quivering bosom, and I called to the creature, beckoning it forwards. The beast rushed forwards, but I yelled once more and it stopped. I tried again, demanding that it come forwards slowly this time and the beast reluctantly obeyed, I would later find out why.

Once the Minotaur was in front of me I gathered myself from off the floor and looked it in the eyes. "I know what you desire, Beast." I said plainly. "And I will give it to you." My gaze shifted down towards the shaft, which was at face-height. Excitement and adrenaline flooded through my body at the perspective of what I was about to do. I couldn't help but grin madly as I slowly leaned forwards and opened my mouth. There was no chance of fitting the entire cock in my mouth, but I wagered, if I tried hard enough, I could fit the head at least. So I extended my tongue and pressed it against the beast's sensitive flesh.

The creature let out a satisfied groan almost immediately, something that surprised me. I wondered how such a large creature could get such pleasure from so little contact, but something about it inspired me. I licked more, the warm flesh carrying with it a sweet flavor, and pressed my lips against swollen head. More moans followed, but from my own throat. A dollop of pre fell into my mouth and filled me with warmth unlike any other. It wasn't salty, like I had been told seed was, but carried with it a taste I cannot describe, but was similar to milk. I loved it. The feel, the taste, everything about it was addictive and I suckled on the creature's cock like a hungry newborn feeding upon it's mother's breast.

My hands wrapped around the shaft and I began to stroke that gargantuan spear, willing more essence out of it and into my waiting mouth. The creature moaned and growled, pressing its hands against the wall above me as I devoured what I could of its thick dick. After minutes of sucking and licking I managed to fit the entire head into my mouth, feeling it pressed against the back of my throat. I was in heaven, my mouth stuffed full of cock and my tongue haphazardly trying to lick whatever part of the meat it could. I rubbed and yanked faster on its flesh, feeling pre flow down my throat. The cock grew harder and I knew it was time.

I stopped. Removing myself from the minotaur's rod and falling backwards in one smooth motion. The beast was stunned, confused as it looked down towards me for a reason. Then rage filled its eyes and it roared, but I steeled my nerves. It slammed a fist into the wall with frustration and moved to grab me but I shouted. "You want more?" The beast paused, breath ragged with lust, and shook its head yes. "Then take me to the exit. Take me to the exit and I'll let you cum in each of my holes." The minotaur snarled but made no further action. It took moments of though, I could see the beast struggling, but eventually it grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. For a split second I was terrified it was simply going to rape me, probably killing me in the process, but soon we were off, trudging down one of the passages.

It took twenty or thirty minutes I'd say to reach the exit. To keep the beast interested I would occasionally draw my tongue across its finger or suckle on its thumb. Every time I did so the minotaur groaned frustrated, but made no movements to cease the action. Once we reached the exit, however, I understood the reality of my situation.

The Minotaur put me down gently in front of a small opening, big enough for me to crawl through quite comfortably. This was where the wind was coming from, but this was no exit. Bars, thick and made of metal I'd never seen before, covered the exit in great number. I tried removing one, but it was truly impossible. I even convinced the minotaur to try, something he did with the lackluster of someone who had done so many times before. They didn't even budge. I started to cry. This was my purpose, not to escape or to prove myself, but to sate this creature's savage lust, to be its toy.

Awhile past, the beast letting me cry and vent my sorrow. The tears eventually stopped, my cheeks red and makeup ruined, and after that my breathing returned to normal. The beast stood behind me, its erection visible in the light of the grate. "Take me back." I said. "Take me back and I'll do as I said."

The Minotaur picked me up once more and turned around. Soon we were back in the chamber and the beast tossed me onto the bed, which to this day I still find comfortable. Its frustrations were reaching its limit, and I knew I had to deliver. I opened my mouth once more, but the Minotaur didn't wait for me this time. He thrust his cock into my mouth with force, burring the head in my throat, and forcing me to take more of that rod than I thought possible. I gagged, and swallowed, desperate to push the invader free, but it was pointless, impaled as I was on such a thick pillar. I managed to get control of my gagging and started sucking, the flavor of the creature's pre soon filling my mouth, and with it the familiar, addictive warmth that made the process much easier. Eventually I stopped gagging, and swallowing became easier. My tongue danced over the sensitive flesh, and I drank deep of the beasts flowing essence. This continued, until once again I felt the familiar firming of the minotaur's meat. I had my hands on its shaft, rubbing, but pushed them forwards and cupped those massive, fur-covered balls. I felt them tighten, and knew to prepare.

Thick jets of cum burst from the tip of the beast's rod, within half a second filling my mouth and throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, feeling my stomach swell as more and more seed was stuffed into me, but despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep up. I choked and sputtered as white cream burst from the corners of my mouth. I pushed myself free of the Minotaur's fountain, falling backwards onto the bed, and felt waves and waves of semen bath my entire body. My robes were ruined, and my face drenched in semen. Every inch of me sticky by the time the creature finished.

I wiped my eyes and looked up at the Minotaur who was panting heavily, gazing down at my plastered form.

I stood up and shed my robes, my body still sticky, but significantly less so. I gazed up and smiled, having swallowed everything that was in my mouth. "Still want more?" I asked, knowing the answer by the display of its still twitching and rock hard cock. The Beast grunted and advanced, pushing me back onto the bed and grabbing my ankles.

The Minotaur spread my legs and positioned its still-dripping spear at my entrance. Fear welled up inside me. I could barely take this creature into my mouth, and I wondered if I had any hope of conquering this beast with my cunt, even as wet as it was, which, as it were, was wet enough to have lubricated both of my legs. The first moment was inexplicable pain. I felt the minotaur push itself into my body, spreading my pussy more than it had ever been, and more than I even thought possible. I grabbed a nearby pillow and bit down to try an deal with the sensation as this creature accepted my given virginity. After moments of screaming and mind-blowing pain the creature stopped and the pain dissipated, and I wondered what had happened.