Selina awakens alone in the Labyrinth. Exiled by her people and sacrificed to the insatiable hunger of that terrifying labyrinth, she and her sisters are soon tormented by the demonic inhabitants. The attack is swift and decisive, leaving them screaming before they are finished. Selina feels the dry sand beneath her bare palms, trembling beneath the covers of her vest.
She was alone in a cell, or rather, there was just another cave in that place. Did the beasts in here know or care about this distinction? Her eyes were fixed on the only dim, flickering light coming out of the main room. There came the sounds of her compatriots – some were low, muffled groans, some were moans that pierced the fog, but most important were the clear voices of their captors. As Selina took in the scene outside, the roar of the beast, low and inhuman, began to rumble in the darkness of her room.
The Minotaur is raping them all.
Huge horned demons sat in every corner of the room, each with their own piece of the loot. These demons were shaped like humans, with hooves, legs and bull heads, and they were not human at all. Their huge, hairy bodies pressed against the frightened women, the younger women screaming and writhing against their hairy bodies, the more experienced ones bending over. A lusty demon is fucked and groaned with her helpless body.
A young woman screamed, and the Minotaur grabbed the fleeing woman and immediately tore off her clothes with its inhuman hands. It growled, strained and grabbed the captured woman with its cock, its huge penis going deep into her female organs. Her eyes rolled, her whole body trembled, her silent screams turned into bloody screams as her hanging body slid inch by inch onto the penis.
The other woman clawed at the ground, her back sinking into the dusty earth while her new lover crawled on top of her. Each time the demon rammed his cock into her sensitive folds, it made a sound like a man and a cow combined. Selena could hear a hollow slapping sound from the door, his bare balls slapping against her tortured ass. She clenched her fists tightly into his chest hair and pushed the motionless rapist with all her strength, begging the gods to save her. They wouldn’t.
Yet others Selina had never seen before were there, their messy hair and disheveled bodies showing that they were no strangers to the Minotaur. Previous victims, no doubt those who had survived the ordeal and were retained by these monsters as prey for more than just food or exercise, had been as well-fed as their new brethren. But what frightened Selina most was their eyes. A virgin stretching out her hands to such a woman and pleading with her to save her, while the bull pressed her delicate belly against the stone and thrashed her once innocent body violently. The woman looked down at him, then crawled slowly toward the girl on her hands and knees. As a brown horse mounted her from behind, the wild-haired woman looked at him with eager eyes, smiled, and whinnied lewdly beside the weeping virgin.
Selene had no choice but to flee. This place would be the death of her, or worse. The carnival continued in the flickering light of torches, behind them only the darkness of the twisted labyrinth stretched out. Whatever it was, she had to get out of this, and at least she had to get out of this new hell by getting lost in the constantly shifting walls. But that wasn’t true. Just as she was about to flee, she felt a beast grab her from behind. She fled, but cruel hands held her body and turned her back in fear.
It was her who smelled it first. Climbing up to her, a strong musk immediately filled her nose. The creature was earthy, almost foul, and reeked of hot sex. It was no stranger to Selina, but she had never smelled something so completely masculine before. Its black eyes glowed red in the distant fire, and its midnight fur hung like thick moss over its massive body. Ignoring Selina’s punches and kicks, it carried her into the main room – no, instead, it lifted her up, as if drawn by her fighting spirit.
The sounds of pain and ecstasy echoed through the room, as did the face of her captor. Its snout bore countless wounds and scars from battle, a seasoned labyrinth master who had undoubtedly killed countless heroes. A chest forged in battles with men and beasts extended to its hard belly and rested on its thick oak waist. Between its legs hung its bovine member, black as coal, a protruding fleshy head dangling more than halfway down its bent knees. Selina inhaled its stinking breath and instantly knew she couldn’t run any longer.
Her clothing offered her no protection. The bull grabbed her shoulder with its sharp horns and ripped her chest apart with a jerk. The torn skirt clung to her waist, and Selena’s bare chest couldn’t help but welcome its hot breath warming her cold skin. It clutched her torso, almost completely grazing her modest nipples with just one finger. The pads of its digits were rough, but soft compared to the matted fur that covered the rest of its furry body. The beast growled and pushed Selena against the stone wall, pinning her down and clawing at her helpless body.
This is not foreplay. He caressed her body, as if examining her, like a farmer assessing the health of his cattle. The irony made his touch all the more humiliating to her, and she couldn’t stop herself from wetting her fingers as they spread their legs. She was getting wet from the animal’s touch. It was because his penis, now semi-erect, was dragging along her inner thigh. Like the softest leather, it crawled over her smooth skin, yet its core was as hard as bone. The room was filled with evidence of what such a weapon would do to a woman. Their open, torn vaginas were stretched beyond their confines, spurting heavy streams of semen that filled the stone floor in thick pools of cream. Those cocks bleed virgins and many others. Now Selina will, too.
The head met her wet lips and the beast began to snarl, saliva running down Selina’s pussy. She turned her face away, denying her body’s betrayal, but her heart was beating fast. The crowned cock’s head burned against her skin and she shivered at the thought of it penetrating her. She knew it would happen. Her eyes flew open as he thrust forward and penetrated her.
Pain ripped through her core. This cock was not fit for a human woman – a cock fit only for mating with wild animals. But the Minotaur only craved her flesh, her human pussy, scarred and stretched to its limits to withstand the first thrust of his insatiable size. Selina found herself grabbing his hair and pushing away, her knees pressing against his hard belly for help, like countless girls before her, but she found she couldn’t escape. As the bull pushed, she could only give in and scream as he destroyed her tight pussy inch by inch.
After what seemed like an eternity, she felt it start to fuck her. It wasn’t even halfway inside her yet, but the beast was still stretching her to an extent she had never experienced before. Its thickness made her tense up, while the sliding vein-like piston teased every crevice and wall of her pussy. The pain persisted, especially as its hips lifted up and pushed another half inch into her. Each time it pulled out, she felt nothing but emptiness, the feeling of relief instantly erased by the inevitable hard withdrawal. It tormented her with a low grunt and she tried to hold back gasps and moans as the beast had its way with her.
Selina opened her eyes, in little belief that this horrible beast was mating with her. Every time it bottomed out inside her, her whole body pushed upward, forcing more and more of the cock to stretch her pussy wider. She was writhing with labor-like pain, and at the same time she felt the fear of a new kind of pain emerging – and she felt a deep and growing pleasure she had never felt before. This monster was raping her, fucking her, and her rebellious body was beginning to like it!
She tried her best to refuse, but instead of pushing the beast away she found herself clinging to him. Her beautiful hands were wrapped around his bulging chest, grabbing the rough hair on his sides and letting him thrust into her tight human pussy. She glanced over his broad shoulders, her eyes falling on a wicked animalistic orgasm that towered above the others. Another former priestess riding a white maned bull, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a raspy moan. She was cumming like an animal, her pale pussy straining against the cock buried in her tight belly. Her belly was tight and round.
Selina gasped. The woman is pregnant. She was pregnant by one of these monsters. A Minotaur fucked her and impregnated her with his bestial seed. Now, Selina saw countless women, all with messy hair, posing in different positions around the room, all with similar bulges – some so small and barely visible, some very large, hanging very low. Selina realized that these animals were not just raping them for fun. The bulls were raising them and now she was raising them too.
Selina screamed as the bull hit her cervix. The Minotaur had reached the end of her, yet was thrusting more of his cock into her. Her tight pussy spasmed and quivered around the intruder, convulsing from the fear and pain of her dark revelation. But more importantly, her pussy released a stream of semen onto the monster’s throbbing cock. No man had fucked her for more than pleasure, more than just getting off and enjoying the release of his manhood. But this beast, this monster, is pure instinct and desire. It chose her to satisfy its primal hunger. It rammed its cock into her human belly to fill the emptiness of her uterus. It would fertilize her to achieve its ultimate purpose: to produce more monsters in her fertile belly.
A wild fear gripped Selina at the thought of the hellish larvae growing inside her, for she knew that a beast, more masculine and unique than any man, would take complete possession of her body. The cock hit her cervix and she felt herself giving in. Its heavy testicles banged against her ass like two ripe plums hitting her hard flesh. Their rhythm captivated her. The Minotaur pounded into her faster, pressing her against the stone wall so hard that it nearly crushed her. Every tired breath turned into a moan as her legs wrapped around his wildly throbbing waist.
Others would have seen her biting the monster’s black-haired shoulder, screaming sensually, and wrapping her legs and arms around him like a lover. As her eldest son, she endured a rapist-like monster, and fear and dread shook her body like never before. She gave in and screamed for the whole room to hear her evil desire: she wanted to be the Minotaur’s breeding bitch.
The Minotaur agreed. Roaring like a man and a bull, he ripped open the door to her womb and released his powerful load. Her belly expanded with its force. The outline of its massive member stretched across her flat stomach, but each pulse shot more semen into her than her most masculine lover could ever spill in a month. He thrust hard, forcing his juices deep into her, filling her stretched pussy so full that she felt semen stream down her thighs. Her bull didn’t stop pulsing, ten, fifteen, twenty times before she lost count, lost in earth-shattering orgasms as the burning semen shot inside her. By the time it stopped, she had had three orgasms, each time she was tumbling inwardly and her quivering body collapsed to the floor.
His cock bucked again, its open head still squirting rich semen onto the stone before her glazed eyes. Her pussy still spasmed, swallowing the semen flowing from its stretched hole. Her once tight flower was now stretched wide, stretched beyond measure by the raging cock of her rapist bull. She knew the beast had destroyed her at the same time, not just her pussy. The heat in her belly would not abate as her greedy womb drowned in his fertile sperm, knowing its hopeful seed would find a home inside her – or had already found it.
The world went dark as Selena felt her exhaustion. The black-haired minotaur spilled the last drop of his semen onto her fallen body, raining down on every inch of her defiled body. Satisfied, the beast departed, leaving her soaked in his male goo. The revelry continued around her, and she vaguely wondered how many times she had to succumb to the orcs before she looked like the victims she once was – happy and wild in her new life as a human breeder of minotaurs.
She didn’t know when, but she knew it would be soon.
