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  Bred by the Minotaur

  Published by Shelby Horne at Smashwords

  Copyright 2016 Shelby Horne

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  Althaia shook as her captors bound her arms and brought her to the great stone door. They were obviously trying not to look at her. She wondered how many young men and women they had fed to the labyrinth like this, as sacrifices to the great beast that lived at the heart of the maze.

  There were seven more young men and six more young women from her hometown waiting in the king's cells. In the days and week to come they would share the same fate. Because she was the oldest they sent her in first. She tried to show that she was brave, but now that they were tying her up she was shaking despite her best intentions. The light muslin dress clung to her body. It was all that they had allowed her to wear and it was almost see through.

  The same year that Althaia was born the queen had given birth to a terrible beast, part human and part bull. No one had ever seen the beast except its parents, and it had a horrible diet of human flesh. As part of its tribute to the kingdom of Minos the kingdom of Athens sent seven young men and women every year, to be thrown into the labyrinth and eaten by the beast.

  The minotaur. The very thought of the beast's name sent shivers up and down Althaia's spine. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath as her captors pushed her into darkness.

  After a moment her eyes adjusted. It wasn't so dark, mostly because there was some sort of light coming down the tunnels. It wasn't much, but it was more than she was getting just standing here. There wasn't anything for it now. She took a deep breath and started to head down.

  Of course she was afraid of dying. They were all afraid of dying. But they had known about their choices three weeks before leaving the city of Athens and then they had been in the boat so long that they had all completely lost count. And because of that they had all quietly accepted their fates. They didn't say much to one another or to anyone else. Some of the others had just slept all the time, barely bothering to wake up even for meals. There was no way out of it, not with the way they were kept chained up and under guard at every moment, even when asleep or using the toilet. And now there was really no way out of it, not as long as she was inside this great labyrinth, the maze that no one escaped from. It would be better to get it over with.

  Althaia straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath. Her bare feet felt only smooth stone, polished and clean. Some of the rumors about the labyrinth said it was a dank and horrible place, filthy and strewn all around with the bones of all the young men and women who had come here before her, and maybe more monsters than even just the minotaur inside. But it was actually quiet cozy, in a strange sort of way, not cold at all. Even in the dark there was nothing to trip over. She made her way down around turns and turn passageways, walking without having any real sense of where she was going.

  Maybe, she thought she wouldn't even see the minotaur. He would just spring on her and that would be that. Or maybe there was no minotaur and she would just wander forever until she finally lay down and went to sleep. That would be nice too.

  She was in the middle of thoughts like that when she turned the corner and at long last found herself at the center of the labyrinth.

  It was lit by several oil lamps and a skylight that was so far above them Althaia knew no one could ever possibly get there. It must have been high noon for how bright it was. How long had Althaia been wandering the maze? She had no idea.

  But she didn't have any interest in mysteries like that, not when there was a great beast in front of her.

  It was huge. He was huge, she should say, because there was no mistaking the most male part in front of him, standing straight up. His body was muscled and broad and not even very hairy, sort of like some of the blacksmiths and dockmen she knew from back home. His shoulders were wide and his hands were big. He looked like he might be seven feet tall or more when he got to his feet, instead of sitting against a wall as he was now.

  But his head was a bull's head, huge and so brown it was almost black. He had two black eyes and great wide horns that stuck out from either side of his head. No wonder his shoulders were so thick, if that was what they had to support all the time.

  She thought at first he might be sleeping, but then he turned to look at her and gave a great snort from his nostrils. Althaia tried to be brave but she couldn't help whimpering and grasping the wall behind her as the beast stared her down.

  Then he made a noise, and it was a curious noise, because it didn't sound like an animal looking at its prey at all. It sounded instead like an animal that was hurt, somehow wounded and in need of assistance. Even in the dark she tried to give him as best of an assessment as she could, to see if he was bleeding or maybe one of his bones was broken or something like that. But he looked healthy and whole, except...

  Well, except for that manly part. His cock was enormous, almost so much that it made her want to laugh at how big it was. It was at least the size of her forearm from elbow to wrist, and as big around. Beneath it were two balls that looked each as big as her fists, if not bigger. They were swollen and she could see the way they were throbbing, the same as his whole erection. A thin line of precum was oozing from the tip.

  He was turned on! The minotaur was so turned on that he seemed to be in pain! And he didn't know what to do with it!

  Despite the fear and the exhaustion and the depression of giving up hope and expecting her own death, Althaia found herself licking her lips as she stared at that great purple shaft. The minotaur gave another heavy whine and it seemed to grow even bigger, twitching and leaking more clear fluid from its head. The veins on the underside stood out in sharp relief to the rest of the skin there. His foreskin was retracted fully now, revealing a great shiny head that looked perfectly human, despite the way its owner was from the shoulders up a monstrous beast. And all she could think of right now was how much she wanted a taste of it.

  Everyone said that the drawing of the seven young men and seven young women was completely random, but Althaia knew better. She knew better because she was the first one that was picked and many of the married men in the town looked relieved. Their wives had probably gotten together and bribed someone to put her name in there after Althaia had been caught fucking all of them on one time or another. She just loved dick, and she loved married dick even more, for the thrill and danger of doing something she knew was wrong. Even getting caught was part of the fun, being shouted at by a woman while her husband's dick was still pumping cum into her. During her unsafe days she would suck cock and let men cum on her perky tits. During her safe days she would sometimes take three and four men into her cunt in a day, begging them all to dump their loads inside her. From the time she was scandalously young until now she was the slut of Athens who was ready to raise her robes for anyone who asked.

  Taking a deep breath, Althaia stepped forward and the minotaur made a startled sound. "It's okay," said Althaia who wanted to put her hands out in front of her to show that she meant no harm, except that they were tied behind her back, preventing her from doing anything with them. Instead she came closer slowly, like she would approach a frightened creature. She stepped into the light so he could see her, expecting that at any minute he would come charging at her and that would be the end of everything.

  Except he didn't. He sat there on the ground with his legs splayed and hands clenched by his sides, breathing heavily. "I'm n
ot going to hurt you," Althaia promised. She hoped that he was able to understand her even if he didn't seem able to speak. Carefully Althaia came as close as she could, then slowly lowered herself forward to the ground.

  There it was right in front of her, this massive cock of literally unbelievable proportions. "Is this what hurts?" she asked him gently.

  The minotaur nodded. Oh, so he could understand her!

  Althaia smiled and leaned closer, so close that she knew he could probably feel the hot puffs of her breath on the sensitive skin of the head of his shaft. She smiled as that beautiful cock gave a sudden jerk and the minotaur whined again. "Do you want me to help you make it stop hurting?" she asked with a smile.

  The minotaur nodded again, this time a little desperately. She wondered how long he had been here like this. If he was as old as she was surely he had reached puberty some time ago, but he still didn't seem to know what to do with himself. Well, though Althaia, if there was one thing she knew in life it was how to make use of men's cocks.

  She leaned forward and opened her mouth, showing off her tongue. Then she placed that tongue at the base of his shaft and dragged it all the way up. He tasted of salt and musk and smelled so good that she could feel her own pussy start to juice. Forget adultery, this was the true forbidden act, sucking off a monster like this! And one that probably wanted to eat her besides! But like knowing that angry wives could catch her at any minute, this just made Althaia hotter. She could feel juices running from her pussy, even though it made no sense, considering how she had turned herself off these last few months. She didn't want food, she didn't want sex, she didn't want much except to be one of the ones who slept all the time. She was awake now, though, and she was ready to make up for lost time.

  The scent of the musk was close to overpowering. She had never been so close before in her life to something so perfectly male. Althaia drew her tongue up and down again, tasting every inch of that sweaty, manly skin. She nuzzled her nose in the great hairy balls that hung beneath his shaft and then went back to the job of orally pleasuring the beast. Her clever tongue licked up and down its massive shaft, which felt so hard she could have broken boulders with it.

  In no time at all the minotaur gave a deep animalistic cry and huge jets of spunk began pouring from his enormous cock. Althaia was so surprised she jerked back, catching some of the load on her cheek, but taking even more of it down the front of her already sheer white robe. It was the same color as the fabric but its wetness soaked it through, until the minotaur's powerful ropes of cum made Althaia's breasts and nipples visible through the light fabric.

  The minotaur looked dazed, like someone had hit him with a hammer. He just lay there with his legs spread, moaning as more cum seeped out of the head of his shaft, which didn't seem to be going down at all. Those giant balls also seemed swollen, like no matter how much jizz he had shot that last time, it wasn't even enough. Even if it had been way more seed than Althaia had ever seen a normal man spill, the beast still needed more.

  Althaia supposed that there was still the possibility that the minotaur would eat her now, since she didn't seem to have fixed his problem for more than a few seconds. And perhaps only ten minutes ago she would have been fine with that, resigned to her bloody fate. But now she felt something different stirring inside her! She remembered what it was to live, and she wanted more of it! So if what she had to do was drain the minotaur dry, she knew her mouth would never be enough.

  "Grab my dress," Althaia told the minotaur.

  Dazed, he did, taking big handfuls of it in his giant paws. He looked at her with obvious confusion, his great dark eyes searching her for some sign of what was going to come next.

  Althaia gave him her most sultry look, the one that had never failed to work on any man before, married or otherwise. "Rip it off," she instructed him.

  It was barely any effort for the minotaur to do just that. With a quick tug the garment was split in two pieces down the front, baring her entire body for him. It would not come off her arms, of course, not with the way she was bound, but Althaia didn't need that right now.

  Slowly she spread her knees and leaned forward. The head of the minotaur's cock was pushing against her clit. She thought about how massive it was, how she didn't even know if she could take it all. But her life depended on her trying. "Have you ever been fucked before?" she purred in sexy tones, licking her lips for punctuation.

  The minotaur barely moved, but his head shook slightly. No, she didn't expect he had ever been touched before, much less fucked. All others who had come in here had probably screamed and run away from him. He was still a virgin.

  Well, Althaia was about to change that. She smiled and positioned herself on her knees right above him. The head of his cock rested snugly against the entrance to her cunt and she felt another gush of her juices wash down to lubricate its way in. "Do you like me?" asked Althaia.

  The minotaur nodded and let out something of a pained whine. Oh, this was good. She was making him not just want her but need her.

  "Do you think I'm sexy?" asked Althaia.

  Again the minotaur nodded. He was making that pained, wounded animal sound again. But Althaia knew now what that noise really meant.

  "Did you like what I just did?" asked Althaia. "When I licked your beautiful cock and made it spill all that pretty, creamy cum?"

  Even more enthusiastically the minotaur nodded this time.

  Althaia licked her lips. "Is what your problem?" she asked. She wriggled her hips back and forth, side to side, making sure he felt it all the way down his cock. "You've got such a big dick and such heavy balls, and no one to drain them for you?"

  This time the minotaur only whined and balled his fists at his sides.

  Althaia smiled. "You can touch me," she said.

  That was all it took. The minotaur's hands reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard and making Althaia feel another rush of pleasure as those coarse, strong fingers handled her roughly. She let out an unexaggerated moan of pleasure and felt the minotaur do the same thing again. Good, he was a quick study.

  Taking a deep breath Althaia started to lower herself onto the shaft. Her eyes popped open with pleasure and exertion as even the head proved enormous. It was like someone was sticking an entire fist up her cunt. She had taken many lovers before, sometimes even two at a time, both thrusting their cocks in and out of her slippery passage. But she had never had anything like this. The stretching and pressure almost took her breath away.

  She had every intention of sliding slowly, letting herself get used to every inch until she was buried as deep as she could go. But the minotaur seemed to be more than tired of waiting. With considerable force he grabbed her hips instead and plunged her body down in one move, until his monster shaft was buried all the way inside her, to the root.

  Althaia screamed out in what started as pain, but turned quickly into pleasure as she felt the sudden fierce penetration trigger her orgasm. "Fuck!" she shouted and gasped as she felt that shaft inside her, pinning her in place just as surely as a skewered piece of meat ready for roasting. It turned out that she did fit all of him inside her, and she had learned that all in one rush. Her cunt muscles clenched and she shook as she thrust and twitched beyond her control. She didn't move far, though, not with that massive pole holding her in place.

  "Oh, you fucking brute," Althaia hissed at the minotaur, but she made sure to smile so that he didn't get the impression that she didn't like it. On the contrary, she loved it. She was bound and now filled so full she knew nothing else would ever satisfy her again, and all she wanted to do was fuck, fuck, fuck! Balancing on her feet as best as she could, and leaning into the minotaur's hands for balance, she began to pump her hips up and down.

  The minotaur groaned so loudly that its cowlike bellow echoed through the stone halls of the labyrinth. Althaia laughed with delirious glee. "Oh, you like this?" she teased as she rode him, feeling the slick of her juices and the bare heat of skin on skin. "You
like having a pretty girl all tied up and sitting on your dick?"

  In response the minotaur roared again. His hands clenched Althaia's hips hard enough to bruise but Althaia only laughed. She rose up on her legs as much as she could, then plunged back down, mimicking the way he had fucked her the first time. She couldn't quite bounce on his dick, not with her lack of leverage and the sheer size of his fuckstick, but she could surely give him something to enjoy a whole lot.

  Maybe under other circumstances this would have been a lot quicker, especially considering how fast she had had him cumming just from her mouth. But the minotaur had already shot off so soon before that he didn't seem ready to cum again just yet. So Althaia lost herself in the sensation of impaling herself again and again on that massive cock. Every time she found herself all the way to the bottom, she could feel those balls slapping against her ass. She wanted to grab them and squeeze them, but her hands were still tied. That meant that all she could do was bounce again and again, feeling every time the pound of the head of the minotaur's massive prick against the head of her cervix. Every thrust almost took her breath away, but she kept riding, lost now in the sensation.

  It wasn't enough, though, and she knew it as she heard the minotaur begin to whimper again, the same pained noises as earlier. He was enjoying this fuck but there was some component missing. Well of course, thought Althaia. His body might have been that of a man, and of a very handsome man at that, but there was still an animal part to him.

  Althaia stood up, gasping as that huge cock finally popped its way free of her cunt. She was going to be sore later, she knew, but right now that didn't matter. Right now she wanted something different. She knelt down again but this time turned around, presenting her ass to him. Leaning forward she rested her chin gently on the smooth stone floor. Surely with her juicy red cunt staring at him, the minotaur would know what to do.

  And indeed he did. Whether he had heard about it before or it was just on instinct, it didn't matter. In seconds he was on his hands and knees, mounting her like a real bull mounted a cow in heat. Althaia cried out again as that shaft penetrated her for the second time, only this time it was not her hips and gravity controlling that insertion. The minotaur was really ready, finally ready, to take control and give this cunt a good fucking.