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"We volunteer as tribute." The group of young women clad in togas and loincloths squealed. The eight of us men looked on as the young women started to approach. We were headed up from the river with trade goods to take to the market and had not expected any groups of women for another week or more.
Agathon, Kallias, and I each pushed wheelbarrows loaded with rolls of cheese.
Oh shit, is it that time of year I thought to myself. Long ago, the local chamber of commerce had decided to build a large Labyrinth outside of the largest town on the island for our annual winter solstice festival. Their thought was if our island had a really amazing Labyrinth, it would get some tourism money in as none of the other islands had such a maze.
Right before that year's winter solstice festival, some minotaurs had moved onto our island.
Some visiting merchant women really liked the hunky, well-muscled man-beasts. They talked one of them into letting the merchants use his penis as the mold for their new line of vibrating, enchanted, unbreakable glass phalluses. These were sold far and wide across the lands.
We didn't fight a war, we didn't ask for women and girls as tribute, but for some reason they started appearing in droves. In some cases, we didn't even know where the lands were they had come from. All of them claiming to be some form of tribute and demanding to have sex with our minotaurs.
Over the years, as word spread that there were bad boy minotaurs in some sort of puzzle filled maze on our island, as their renown as gentle and skillful lovers grew, our three day annual winter solstice festival had slowly turned into a season long drunken orgy. It was becoming a coming of age ritual for women and gay men to sail across the sea to our peaceful island, search around in the Labyrinth, and then get fuck senseless by our minotaurs. At peak season we were getting in over 40 shiploads a day of young women and gay guys. Not to mention the ones flying in on giant eagles, pegasi, pterosaurs, magic carpets, brooms, quetzalcoatlus, even a few griffins.
"Oh shit, It's a Bachelorette party, run for your lives." One of the men who had approached the giggling young women suddenly screamed out in terror. Before he could turn to run, a group of MILFs hidden behind the toga clad women sprang out, tackling him to the ground.
The married men in our group immediately sat down and raised their hands in the air, their marriage bracelets clearly showing as the rest of us bolted for the river. If we could make it to the water, we could use our boats to escape the MILFs.
Agathon, Kallias, and I had been in front of the other men giving us a head start.
As we raced down the path to the water we ran passed a cluster of trees. I noticed there were already men hiding up there. Agathon reached for a branch to try climbing a tree only for the men to stomp his hands away. "There's no more room. Find somewhere else to hide."
In reply, Agathon pointed to the men in the trees and screamed to the MILFs who were closing on him fast. "There's single men up there, cuter than I." Then he turned and ran into the meadow. Clearly, he hoped to escape among the cows. "Kallias, Arlo, run this way."
"No way," Kallias yelled back. "We're running for the water." Kallias and I were almost out of breath but also almost to the waters edge. I looked back and was horrified to see a large group of women surrounding the trees. They were using snares on long poles to pull the men from the branches. I watched as one man was pulled down by three women, a snare around his foot. I could hear the pitiful cries of another who had been snared around his scrotum but refused to let go of the branches. Other women stood by with nets in case a man tried to drop from the trees and run for it.
Many of the women were almost naked. As soon as the man fell from the tree the MILFs were on him, each trying to be the one to put a bracelet on his wrist. The poor man screamed and tried as hard as he could to get away.
Kallias was fleeter of foot and reached the boat first only to be ambushed by a MILF hiding under a tarp. As he tried to break free more MILFs sprung up in ambush. Some were naked from the neck down, some clad in furs or feathers. All were wearing a stylized tiger head over their heads like a hood or cowl. Many had necklaces of severed penises, teeth from wild game, or other trophies from their hunts. They were everywhere, some jumped down from the top of the shed at the waters edge, others were hiding in the hay stack in the back of a wagon, more had mats of grass on their backs and had been lying in wait in the meadow. Many more were pouring from the town to search the other trees for any men who might still be hiding. I said a silent prayer that the others might escape the bachelorette party.
I realized that Agathon's plan of escaping into the meadow was folly. He was likely already captured and getting fucked by one or more horny MILFs.
The MILFs all had snare-sticks, bolas, and nets. More women advanced on Kallias, throwing nets over him. There was no escape from such a large and well equipped Bachelorette party, those women were well organized to capture all the single men of the village!
By night fall all of us might be bred and married, I shuddered at the thought.
I had one more trick up my sleeve. Unlike most people here I knew how to swim. I screamed out "I'll never get married, you can't make me." then dove into the water and swam for an old man cooking fish on the far side of the river. I knew they would follow in the boat, but it would take time for them to paddle across. If I could make it to the caves I would be safe. The old man might be able to give me some directions.
A woman jumped in after me and stated swimming in long stokes. She clearly knew how to swim, which was bad for me.
We got a good look at each other as we both exited the water at the same time. The woman was tall, around 6'2", build like an athlete, maybe a short distance sprinter judging by her muscular thighs. She was wearing a boar's tusk helmet with a tiger fur plume like a mohawk and cheek guards covered in tiger fur. Light skinned but she had darkened under her eyes with black eye shadow. She had handful sized breasts with big light pink areolas ending in big perky nipples. She was clearly a MILF with some tiger stripes stretch marks on her thighs and the sides of her belly. For a second I thought the stretch marks were painted over with tiger stripe body paint, only to realize the colorful markings were tattooed on her. She had wash-board abs. I could not see the hair on her head, but the little trimmed triangle of hair between her legs was golden blond. I decided I would call her Blondie. She wore no clothes but the necklace around her neck had two severed penises, some jade, and what appear to be teeth from a saber tooth lion. She had running sandals with leather straps up her ankles almost to her knees in the style gladiators sometimes used. In her hand was a three ball bola. "You're mine now, nowhere to run." She smiled. Her prehensile tail swished excitedly, it's spade tip fully extended.
I was 5'1" but had wrestled for over half of my 21 years. I was 133 pounds of pure muscle, a dusting of curly hair on my chest. My toga and sandals were currently floating down the river on the current and I stood before her naked. Her eyes glanced down to my semi hard gland and she smiled, not everything about me was small. I knew I was outclassed as she was clearly a powerful and experienced master MILF huntress. "I'll never submit Blondie, you might as well look for someone else."
If I ran she would tie my legs with the bola. My only hope was to attack, knock her out with a sleeper hold, then escape into the woods. As I advanced I felt a knock to the back of my head...
As I regained consciousness I saw that my wrists had been tied to a stake above my head using her bola. We were on the river bank right where I had fallen. My legs were spread open and tied down by the ankles to two stakes that had been driven into the soft mud.
The powerful master MILF had straddled my face. "Lick, lick, get that tongue out." She commanded as she grabbed my ears and roughly grinded her hips against my nose and mouth. Her tail was wrapped around my neck, she tightened it cutting off my air for a few seconds before loosen her grip. She was already dripping wet. I decided to obeyed and started licking my tongue back and forth against her clit.
A second MILF had straddled my hips and was bouncing up and down on my member. I couldn't see her but realized she must have hit me in the back of the head with a bola, giving her first dips on getting my man seed. She wiggled her tail up in my face, it was thick and meaty with the end covered in a thick mop of tangled, curly red hair, almost like a red colored cotton ball, before pulling it away again. A northern I thought, she had traveled very far instead. I decided I would call her Red. Suddenly her tail was back in my face. A lambskin condom cover the tip and part of it's length all the way down to the nub. She bounced it off my forehead then I saw it dart away out of my sight. Well that odd I thought, was she going to use her tail to have sex with Blondie. A heartbeat later I let out a yelp as the tail started trying to wiggle its way into my ass.
