The chiton pulled taut under her nubile young breasts as they chained her arms to the post in the center of the maze. As the monthly virginal offering to the Minotaur, she understood her role. She was here to please the beast, to slake his insatiable sexual appetite. She only hoped that would be the only appetite she would be slaking - what did Minotaurs eat anyway? She was desperately afraid, and the jeers and ribald comments of her jailors did little to assuage her fears.
At last they left and she was alone. With her arms chained high above her head, her movement was restricted but she could still move around the pole to survey the leafy interior of the maze. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her back, only to catch on the rough wood of the post as she craned her neck to glimpse where the Minotaur would enter.
Suddenly, he materialized. Her eyes widened as she took in his impossible size. He was at least half again as tall as she was, his chest and shoulders broad and rock-solid. His torso was that of a man, but his head... He had the head of a bull, with its wide nose and large liquid eyes and...horns. Huge horns sprouted from the side of his head and he shook them slowly from side to side as he scented her. The intelligence in his eyes was obvious and she shivered as he started towards her.
She steeled herself to look down. His huge thighs were hairy and ended in hooves. But it was what hung between them that held her gaze in terrified fascination. Long and pendulous, his semi-hard penis hung like a third appendage, with large and furry testicles behind. It was shaped like that of a man, but its sheer size undid her. She began to struggle against her chains.
The minotaur snorted its pleasure at her struggles. He approached slowly but solidly, planting each foot deliberately in the dirt. He had done this countless times, yet each month the ritual deflowering continued to excite him beyond belief. His penis was already hardening and lengthening, larger than that of a normal bull. He stroked it with his fist as he closed the gap.
Her eyes showed white all around as he came close enough for her to feel his breath. She saw the way he clenched his cock in his fist, its purple head emerging as he worked the length up and down. His other hand came up and grabbed at her breast.
She expected his touch to be coarse and perfunctory, like that of an animal. Instead, he caressed her, cupping the weight of her full breasts in his palm, gently teasing the nipple with agile fingers, finally tugging as the tip crested. Already breathing hard from her struggles, she stilled.
Slowly the Minotaur lowered his bull head. A broad bovine tongue came out to gently lap at her breasts through the thin material. As the heat of his mouth contrasted with the cool air on the wetness, she could feel her nipples pucker with reaction.