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Labyrinth

By: Goldeniangel



It is the year 3010 and Lexie sat naked and curled in her pen. Tomorrow she would be part of the entertainment for the richest man on Earth... she cursed the day that she'd ever stow-awayed on a transport, leaving her in this legal bind. As part of her punishment she was sold off for a year to the highest bidder; unfortunately her young and supple good looks at age 19 caused her to be bought by Mr. Vince Brannon. Although he was rich and handsome - although 45 years old - she was incredibly upset when she found out who her owner for a year was. Vince had a reputation for misusing the girls who he bought; rather than using them himself he would make them part of the evening's entertainment; being chased and then raped by one of the exotic Minotaurs.

The Minotaurs were an alien race that closely resembled the mythological creature the Minotaur, trapped in the Greek labyrinth; so much so in fact, that the scientists had gone berserk trying to figure out if there was an actual connection. It seemed quite possible considering that the Minotaur's had been space-worthy for almost a millenia; yet they had no record of one of their kind ever visiting the coordinates that earth was at. They did admit that it could have been a straggler, perhaps one of their lost ships; so there was no conclusive proof either way.

With his immense wealth Vince Brannon had procured the services of one of the Minotaurs - who did seem to have an unabated taste for sex and they didn't care who with - to portray that ancient scene. Only instead of killing the youths and eating them (as the Minotaur of legend had done), Brannon only sent in females and the Minotaur raped them. She repeated the instructions in her head; she would be lowered into part of the labyrinth, ten paths would lead to the Minotaur, only one to the exit... along the way there would be men who would be patrolling one length. If she could avoid them, fine, if they caught her then they could either whip or spank her 20 times. They couldn't leave their length of corridor, but as the corridors were only about 5 feet wide that didn't give her much maneuvering room. If she made it to the exit then she would spend the night in Mr. Brannon's bed for the rest of the year and then be allowed to go; she would be used normally, no real harm done. 

If she made it to the center to be raped by the Minotaur, then she would be placed back into the Labyrinth next week for another chance. By now he had at least 10 girls that he'd bought, all taking turns each night to try and get out. Special guests were invited to watch the event which took place in a large stadium that had been turned into the Labyrinth especially for him. 

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The next day Lexie was searched - molested really - by the guards who said they had to make sure she wasn't carrying any "hidden weapons". Of course, being naked there were only a few places that she could have carried something - not that they had ever given her the chance to procure any - and the guards took great pleasure in wiggling their fingers into her holes. Grimacing, she tried to ignore the invasion and slight burning sensation that their questing fingers created, wondering desperately if she might be able to find her way out on the first try... there was always the possibility. She had heard that a girl had done it once.

Placed on a floater with one of the guards, he took her out over the labryinth, flying close to the tops of the walls so that she couldn't really get an idea of the big picture of it. There were so many people, all of them cheering and laughing as they watched her beautiful young body heading into the Labyrinth. A video camera on the floater put her up on the big screen - the floater would hover above her during her run through the labyrinth and catch her every move on screen. 

She was lowered somewhere in the middle of the large maze, wincing as she heard the Minotaur bellow; he sounded very close. Looking around desperately she saw eight different paths that she could take from there. Choosing randomly she began to run; almost immediately she ran into a man in the corridor... bravely she jumped forward and charged him, startling him so much that he fell backwards and rather than being caught she was able to get past him. Almost laughing at her success - even though his whip caught the back of her thigh and made it burn.

The same tactics worked on the second and third guys that she ran into, startling them into giving way as she charged them. But she was also tiring, scampering through the corridors, trying desperately to figure out how on earth to get out. Every time she looked up she could see herself on the big screens above her, that the crowd was watching... she was sweaty and dusty, but her breasts were bouncing and she was flushed with exertion. Chances were a good portion of the men watching were already aroused, just watching her run through the Labyrinth.

When she ran into the fourth man he caught her; not giving way as she attempted to charge. Really she was just too tired to make it a real charge, and he just jumped aside and grabbed her as she tried to rush past. Too tired to even care over much, she let her shaking legs rest as he took her over his knee and began to spank her pert ass. The crowd cheered wildly as she moaned, twitching a little as his heavy hand came down on her firm flesh, leaving red marks all over the pale cheeks. Lexie gasped and then yelped as the spanks became harder and harder towards the end, her ass burning with every slap against it.

There were murmurs of disappointment as the man let her go, but the 20 spanks were up. Deciding not to waste her energy now, a lot of her orginal adrenalin seemed to be used up, she trotted rather than ran through the maze; actually taking time to think before turning - looking down the corridors. Somewhere along the way she got a second wind and her speed picked up again, she hadn't run into the Minotaur yet... maybe she'd actually found the path out! Running into another man in a corridor she practically dove to a path on the left, escaping him. Going hard, she turned right...

And found herself in the Minotaur's pen and heading straight towards the huge beastly-looking alien. It bellowed triumph as the crowd roared and she shrieked, trying to stop her forward momentum and ended up falling onto her backside and sliding a little. At a distinct disadvantage on her back, she tried to push herself away as the Minotaur pounce, pinning her down by her shoulders. With its huge, hairy, horny and bullish head it nuzzled her upper body and she moaned her fright... it was a very fearsome being to have this up close to her.

She shrieked and sobbed as its thick red tongue licked her breast, making her nipple wet and hard. Something long and thick nudged at her thighs and she tried to close her legs, but its body was already blocking her. As the head of its dick rubbed against her pussy, she could feel herself getting wet as her body prepared for an invasion. Sobbing she looked upwards to see the floater zooming around her, joined by several other cameras to get the best possible angles for the screens. Her hands pushed uselessly against the alien's heavily muscled chest, and she kicked her legs out but only connected with air.

Suddenly the huge cock began to push into her tight hole and she moaned with pain as it stretched her open, feeling it invade her pussy. It was much bigger than anything else she'd ever put into herself, or had put in her... groaning, she could feel the thick slab of meat working its way deeper and deeper into her body, thrashing as it invaded her. Gasping, she pleaded with the alien, not even knowing if it spoke her language, begging it to stop, she couldn't take it... 

With a bellow, the alien thrust all the way into her and she could feel her eyes popping as she let out a cry of despair. Her pussy burned with the invasion, she was stretched and filled more than she'd ever thought possible; and she thanked her lucky stars that she was not one of the unfortunates that was thrown in her still a virgin. The Minotaur began to pull out, flat black eyes watching her face from its huge head... she reached up to try and push her fingers in its eyes or nose - there had to be a weak spot! But a huge hand grabbed both her wrists and pushed them down over her head. She sobbed as she was stretched out and made completely vulnerable to the huge alien's questing dick...

As he pulled out it felt like her insides were following him, his dick dragging along her pussy. A whoosh of air escaped her as he thrust back in and began to move, thrusting hard in and out of her. Lexie continued to try and struggle, her body being pressed roughly into the ground with every pounding stroke of his dick, her breasts flopping all over the place. The crowd cheered and hooted as she was raped by the monster alien cock, they were getting to watch a live version of beauty and the beast. Her pale smooth body made such a contrast to his brown hair one, and that huge dick disappearing inside her impossibly small hole... well most of the men up in the crowd were already wanking off.

To her shock, Lexie realized that she was starting to feel some pleasure, that the Minotaur's large questing dick was starting to stimulate her. As his hairy groin rubbed against her pussy lips, she could feel her clit coming to peek out from under its hood, rubbing against the coarse fur of the alien. Groaning, she tried to pull away, to stop any kind of pleasure; but the Minotaur just kept thrusting steadily, rubbing against her clit and swollen pussy lips. Her insides were adjusting, and she was starting to appreciate the way her pussy was stretched so widely open... 

It seemed to go on and on forever, although she struggled to hold off her orgasm it was only building more and more as she fought against it. Finally it overtook her as the Minotaur pounded away at her tight pussy like a machine; shrieking loudly her body arched and shook as the incredible pleasure washed over her. The crowd went wild as they watched the beautiful girl cumming all over the alien beast's cock, her cries of ecstacy mingling with their shouts.

Just as Lexie thought she couldn't take any more pleasure, the Minotaur bellowed loudly and thrust forward, almost knocking the breath from her with the force of its blow. She felt the huge cock swelling inside her, and then it was like a geyser burst in her pussy; hot liquid splashing deep in her body as he held himself inside her. It was so much cum that it started to squish out either side of the Minotaur's dick, dripping down her slit even as he shot more into her squirming body.

Watching the crowd cheer as the floater took her back to her cell, she could feel the gooey cum covering her inner thighs, dripping down to her legs. Her pussy felt swollen and satisfied although incredibly sore and stretched... 

"You get another turn next week," the guard grinned at her, "I'm looking forward to it."

As Lexie shot him a dirty look, she realized that deep down she was too.

Labyrinth



"I will not buy boys," Xanthos said with a dismissive wave of his hand, although the gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. "They are unreliable and too inexperienced, and they break the crockery while playing their childish games."

"These are no boys, excellency," the slave master simpered. "These are all past their playing stage and have been trained in service, in special service to a nobleman such as you. Besides, I was told—"

"You did tell me, Xanthos, that you liked your servants lithe and blond and graceful and small enough not to overturn the furniture," General Lykaios said with a smile. "Come, select one of these and be done with it. You have done us a great honor by breaking with Morini and coming to us. We can surely take Morini with your help. Accept our gift of your own serving man; you must be tired of calling upon Senator Lykaios's servants after he has done with them."

Within, Lykaios was less patient. "Get on with it, you treasonous sea slug," he was thinking, and he was not fooled for a second that it was a kitchen servant they were shopping for here.

"Well, I don't know," Xanthos replied as he reached over for his wine cup. As soon as he set it down, Senator Ixsandr's own serving man stepped forward to refill his cup.

Xanthos bounded off his couch. "Well perhaps if I saw them in the light, and without those loincloths. Come, bring them out on the terrace."

Xanthos pranced out onto the terrace, and the slave master fell in step behind him, tugging on the chains of the three small blond men struggling along behind him and hissing at them to strip down while they were moving to the terrace.

"How can we be sure he'll pick the right one?" Ixsandr whispered to the general as he watched Xanthos clucking and prodding the bodies of the young men out on the terrace, spending as long as he thought the slave master would tolerate in narrowing his choice to one—in the process getting some pleasure out of all three.

"They are all the right one," Lykaios muttered back, and then he laughed. "Our best-trained spies. Whoever he picks will keep us apprised of his activities here in Brixia. It was indeed a small victory when he deserted from the Morini and came over to us—he was one of their best military minds, despite his stupidity in other matters. But I don't trust a traitor."

"And look at the fool out there," Lykaios continued, changing the subject. "Who does he think he's fooling? He's not picking out a servant. He's picking out someone for his bed. But that's fine. We want him besotted with whoever he selects. He will be more ours with a Brixian catamite than otherwise. Ah, there you are, dear brother Xanthos, back with us again. Boy, refill the flagon of wine for our hero brother. Have you selected? Yes you have, and a very good choice it is too. Nyke, is it not?"

Xanthos's selection was standing in the center of the room now, demur, his hands at his sides and his face looking shyly at the floor. He was small, as they knew Xanthos really liked, and with blond curls falling down into his face. His body was lithe, that of a graceful dancer, and he was perfectly muscled for the role—not anything either overdone or underdeveloped. He had the cock and balls of a boy, which was particularly in demand this season. His lips were full and sensual and his eyes hazel and sultry, as Lykaios knew without the young man having to raise his head. Of the three, he gave the greatest impression of being innocent and virginal—although Lykaios knew full well this was just a trained pose. He knew this because Lykaios was a master of diplomacy through the art of subterfuge and spying and also because he had very intense and personal experience that belied any claim Nyke might make to being either innocent or, the god's laugh, virginal.

And Lykaios was supremely pleased that Xanthos had chosen Nyke, because Nyke was his best sweetmeat spy. If Nyke could not get the armies of Brixia inside the walls of Morini, no one was likely to.

Ixsandr turned to a nearly trembling Xanthos, who was barely able to contain his excitement at the gift of a blond beauty in service to his every need. And Xanthos was aching to have his needs serviced at this point. Ixsandr easily discerned just how aroused Xanthos was. Togas were not built for modesty.

"I regret we cannot indulge ourselves in small talk and wine when your coming to us opens so many possibilities for moving at last against Morini, Xanthos," Ixsandr said in his most magisterial voice. "I must be off to the Senate to arrange the resources General Lykaios and you will, I'm sure, make brilliant use of. And there is much preparation for General Lykaios to complete before you will be needed in counsel. Perhaps you would like to take your new servant back to your apartments and show him how he can best serve you." Ixsandr could hardly keep a straight face at the hidden meanings in his last sentence. He and Lykaios, the functional dictators of Brixia, wanted Xanthos under their complete power as soon as possible.

"Well, I suppose that might be something I could take a few minutes from more important matters to do," Xanthos said dubiously. But he was already shuffling toward the passageway to his quarters and herding the shy Nyke before him, his hand on the servant's naked buttocks.

"Silly dolt," Lykaios muttered under his breath as he smiled his happy farewells at Xanthos's departure—happy principally at the departure. Then he turned to Ixsandr and said, "I wonder how much flimflamming I need do in war counsel before managing to convince that ass that it's his idea that he is going to return to the court of Morini."

When Ixsandr had all of his plans in order and his minions in tow, he moved down the corridor toward his scheduled meeting of the Senate. As he passed the door into Xanthos's apartments, he saw that Nyke was already at work. Xanthos was lying on his back in the mountain of pillows, and Nyke was astride his pelvis riding his cock like a ship upon the Ionian sea the day after a tempest. From the sounds Xanthos was making, he was quite content with the service his man was providing him.

* * * *

"I will not do it; they cannot expect it; what were they thinking?"

Nyke raised his head up from the task at hand and asked, "What, noble sire, what do they expect of you and who is they?" Nyke knew damn well what this was all about. His assignment was to make Xanthos fall for the plan.

Xanthos was laying on his couch just beyond the line of sunshine flowing in from the terrace of his apartment. Nyke knelt between his thighs at the end of the chaise, Xanthos's legs raised and resting on Nyke's shoulders, and Nyke was working Xanthos's cock in his mouth. Sucking on the bulb and flicking the piss slit with his tongue and then taking the whole shaft in with one long slide, listening for the sigh from his master, and then slowly pulling his mouth back. Down again and listening for the sigh. Feeling Xanthos's body go tense and his hips start to jerk, grabbing Nyke's golden curls in his hands and emitting little chirps of pleasure. Nyke taking him down to the root and applying pressure to the root with his teeth while gently squeezing Xanthos's balls in his hand. And then swallowing the spurted semen as quickly as he was able, trying not to gag or to spoil the moment in any other way for his master. Then sitting up and looking down into eyes glazed with the satisfied remembrance.

Eyes that quickly cleared and set into an expression of the spoiled pout.

"Wine, Nyke. Must I tell you whenever my glass nears empty? And it's long past time for my massage. The games this morning were grueling."

"Grueling for your adversaries," Nyke voiced in honeycombed praise as he scrambled off the couch and trotted off for the wine pitcher and the oil, sponge, and marble phallus. That was one thing Xanthos was, though, Nyke had to admit. Prissy and self-possessed as he was, Xanthos was master at the games, and, Nyke assumed, therefore also a champion on the field of battle. Nyke had watched in the stadium and had slowly and involuntarily taken on Xanthos as his champion. His muscled body was beautiful to Nyke as he watched Xanthos win one throw after the other, and when they had returned to the coolness of the senator's villa in the heat of the day, Nyke hadn't minded at all sponging water over Xanthos's body in the bath as Xanthos sat back in the water and lapped Nyke and raised his hole up and down on a strong, firm cock. That was another thing Xanthos was. Young and virile and quick to recover and ever ready for the fuck.

His strength was also his weakness, though. Xanthos became ever more controllable as Nyke spun a web of lust and want around him.

"You did not tell me what was troubling you," Nyke whispered in Xanthos's ear as he had him laid belly down on the couch and was massaging his neck muscles. Nyke had his own agenda to work to.

"The fools want me to return to Morini and be their spy inside the court—to undermine the Morini from within. Do they have any idea what that would take, what the dangers are?"

"They must, master," Nyke spoke in a soothing voice. "They have devised this as their best stratagem, laying it all, the future of Brixia, on your shoulders. They must trust you very much and must see the great talent that is within you."

"Humph," was Xanthos's reply, and then, in a huskier voice, "Yes, that is good, deeper there. Oh yes, and there too."

Nyke had moved his oiled fists down to the small of Xanthos's tiny waist and then down to roll and knead his meaty buttocks. Nyke pulled the cheeks apart as he was working them and bent down and blew on Xanthos's hole, which puckered right up, the action earning a sigh from Xanthos. And then Xanthos was grunting and slowly churning his hips as Nyke's tongue went to the opening.

"Enough," Xanthos growled huskily, and then he turned onto his back, saluting Nyke at three-quarters' staff. "The marble phallus," he murmured.

Nyke oiled up the marble phallus as Xanthos watched with slitted eyes and licked his lips, and then Xanthos, his legs bent, hips rolled up, and a hand encasing Nyke's cock, moaned, as Nyke moved the bulb of the oiled phallus around the rim of Xanthos's opening, slowly worked it inside his channel, and rubbed the smooth tip on Xanthos's prostate. Xanthos was slowly working Nyke's small, thin cock and his pert little balls while Nyke worked both Xanthos's hole with the phallus and his staff with an oiled fist—at first—and then with his mouth, until Xanthos had ejaculated once more and Nyke had swallowed his essence again.

While Nyke was massaging Xanthos's legs and chest then, he endeavored to complete his essential assignment.

"Who but you could bring off such a feat, master? Isn't it, upon reflection, a brilliant plan? And aren't you the perfect man to bring it off? Your story and name will be sung down through the ages."

"I suppose you are right," Xanthos said in a faraway voice, already composing his own song to his glory. "But you have had enough rest, you lazy slave. Here, I want you."

As Xanthos sat up, picked the small servant up from the floor with hands encasing his waist, and seated him on the couch in front of him and facing him, Nyke worked in the last, burning question he'd been told to have answered. Xanthos was here, but no one in Brixia could tell the senator and general how he had gotten here, how he had gotten out of Morini unnoticed—which may just be the key for getting the army of Brixia inside Morini.

"But it may all be just dream, you cannot return to Morini. It is too heavily guarded. You cannot get back in. Oh, sire!"

Xanthos had pushed Nyke onto his back below him and barked, "Spread your legs and grab your ankles," and Nyke was groaning at the invasion of his hole by oiled, thick fingers.

"That is no problem for such as I," Xanthos boasted, as he straddled the couch with his legs and grabbed Nyke's hips with his hands. "I will just go back in the way I came out. And speaking of getting in—"

"Oh, sire, oh, SIRE, OHHHH!" Nyke cried out as Xanthos pulled the youthful torso of the blond servant toward him along the now-slippery couch surface, and his long, thick cock slowly disappeared into a tight ass channel.

Later in the night, when Xanthos was finished cocking Nyke again, they were laid, stretched out on the sleeping divan, bringing their breath back to calm.

"But, what about me, my lord?" Nyke whispered in a small voice. "I don't know how I would live—"

"Hush, hush, my sweet one," Xanthos murmured as he brushed the sex-wet blond curls out of Nyke's face and embraced him closely. "This cock has not had its fill of you either. I will take you with me."

Nyke cooed and snuggled closer into Xanthos's embrace. This part of the mission accomplished.

* * * *

"Master, why are you leading me this way?" Nyke asked in a whisper. "Morini is on the west slope of Mount Fotia. You are leading us to the east."

The night was dark and they had placed sacking on the hooves of the horses and were moving as silently as possible. It was a moonless night, and the only illumination other than the stars was the glow from atop Mount Fotia, which had been smoldering and sending up clouds of ash and noxious fumes since before Nyke was birthed.

"Yes," Xanthos answered with a low laugh. "And why is it that your searchers from Brixia have never found our secret entrance into our city? It's because you look on the wrong side of the mountain."

Hours later, standing on a shelf of rocks outside the yawning entrance to a cavern on the east slope of Mount Fotia, Nyke held back in fear when Xanthos would have plunged right into the mouth of the cavern.

"This is the Labyrinth of the Underworld, isn't it?" Nyke muttered in awe. "I've never been here, but I have heard of it. Our foretellers came here for signs until they all died of mysterious illnesses. I've heard that to enter here now is to die."

"Yes, it is, and it indeed is a home of the dead," Xanthos answered. "But if you follow me, very close behind me, we will soon be inside Morini. You must trust me, Nyke."

"Yes, yes, I must," Nyke answered. And indeed he had to. His mission was to get inside Morini and return to serve as guide or not return at all.

They walked into the dark, and Xanthos lit a torch. Nyke saw that it was a maze of many choices, many decisions to be made. There were far too many passages leading off from the entrance cavern for him to have any idea which to follow. And it was not in total darkness here, any more than it had been on the trail around the base of the mountain from Brixia. There was a soft glow down some of the passageways and trails of vapors wafting out of the entrances to these shafts as well as others.

Xanthos was doing something strange with the torch. He was not holding it high; he was holding its tip close to the ground and was training his own gaze there as well.

Nyke instinctively moved to his left, assuming that passage they sought was the one farthest away from the ones with the glowing interiors. But as he moved to the entrance, Xanthos grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Not that one, little one." He skipped a rock into the dark of the entrance to that passage, and Nyke's stomach turned over as he heard the hollow sound of the rock tumbling down into a hole.

"As I said, stay close to me," Xanthos said. "And watch along the base of the rock walls."

Nyke looked down and then he saw them—painted symbols, small and noticeable only if you were watching closer. But they were there, and by following them through the many winding passages and across crystal-columned caverns, at last they came out into the rear room of a small, unoccupied house in the mountainside wall of Morini at the start of a busy and noisy market day.

Nyke was completely surprised as they led their horses through the bustling streets of the city state toward the consul's villa. He had been led to believe that the three-year-long siege of the town by the forces of Brixia had reduced it to a starving cesspool, but, as much as the smell of the place—indeed of any healthy city state in the world—was that of a dung heap, the town looked prosperous and the inhabitants appeared to be perfectly pleased with their living conditions. And they seemed pleased with Xanthos too, which was the most shocking to Nyke. He was not seized upon as a deserting traitor but was hailed by the more prosperous-looking citizens, who no doubt knew him, and was given way to with bows and admiring looks by all others, who seemed to know of him.

But then the truth dawned on Nyke. Xanthos was held in such esteem in Morini that the citizens had not been told he had deserted lest this imperil the false sense of security they had all taken upon themselves.

"We shall see what we shall see when we get to the consul's villa, though," Nyke thought.

And when they did, Nyke was not all that surprised that as soon as they strode into the reception hall, four hefty guards formed up beside Xanthos, with one of them prodding Nyke off to the side as inconsequential. A tall, straight-limbed and imposingly toggaed man of many years appeared in the doorway opposite to the entrance to the villa.

"Hail, Consul Aeneas," Xanthos boomed out in a voice dripping with affection and totally absent of fear. Nyke admired his courage at this moment.

"So, you return to us, do you, General Xanthos? Enjoy your little excursion, did you? Perhaps you will join me within for a little meeting of the minds."

The consul turned and disappeared from the doorway, and Xanthos followed him, hemmed in closely by four burly, straight-legged, empty-expressioned military guards.

This was what Nyke knew would be one of the trickiest times for him. The plan had never been for Xanthos to regain his place in Morini and serve the interests of Brixia. The functional leaders of Brixia, the senator Ixsandr and general Lykaios never had any use for Xanthos. All that they wanted from him was to show Nyke how to get into and out of Morini. And all Nyke wanted to do at this point was to get safely out of the villa and back to the Labyrinth of the Underworld while he still had the route of the maze in his mind.

"I wouldn't wait around here, if I were you—not unless you want to share the punishment that is being meted out to our traitorous Xanthos." Nyke turned and found he was looking up into the eyes of a handsome, well-built man with auburn hair and laughing hazel eyes, dressed as a servant, older, taller, and more solid than Nyke was and obviously very comfortable in his environment.

"If you come with me and would like to have food in your mouth and a place to sleep in the lap of luxury, I'll perhaps make a position for you here," the young man said. "My name is Cirillo, and I serve the consul Aeneas. But unless you want to be here to explain yourself when the guards reappear, you'd best come with me."

Nyke blindly followed Cirillo into a passageway that led beside a garden atrium and into the bowels of the villa, which was some sort of labyrinth of a century of haphazard expansion. They stopped and then walked more gingerly at the sound of lashing and a man crying out. Cirillo paused at the corner of a doorway and motioned Nyke to peek inside.

Xanthos, naked, was on his knees at the foot of a couch, with his lower belly on the edge of a low divan's surface and his torso stretched up to where his arms v'd out above his hanging head and were bound to posts at either side of the couch. The consul, also naked, and superbly fit for his many years, was crouched over Xanthos's hips and fucking him while half-heartedly lashing at Xanthos's back and buttocks with a many-thonged whip.

After only a glimpse of this, Cirillo took Nyke's hand and led him quickly back into the back labyrinth of the villa, where the furnishings became coarser and the rooms smaller and with less access to the sun. When they reached a small room off a side corridor, with a single narrow couch in it, Cirillo pushed Nyke down in a seated position on the couch and turned to him.




Labyrinth



This adventure is set in England around 1750, when the Hellfire Clubs were the rage. Sexual escapades were the norm with these groups. Hope you enjoy this tale, as I've taken a bit of a break from some of my other stories. Sometimes you just have to play in other genres!

Wordwytch




It started out as such a lark. Hide and seek in Lord Sheridan's labyrinth garden. Little did Gwen know what to expect when she was found. Crouching in the semi-dark, her long skirts gathered around her she hid under the yew tree. She heard the sound of voices and squeals as various people were found. She never heard the quiet footsteps approach from behind. 

Hard hands grabbed her and a rough leather blindfold covered her eyes.

"Hey! That's not fair!" she cried out.

"No, and it never will be again," said a rough voice. 

The tone scared Gwen and she offered no resistance as she was pulled along the path. Hard hands gripped her arms. When they came to a building, she had no idea where she was, but could hear the difference in the footsteps as they proceeded across the hard floor. 

"We've a new tart to play with M'lord," said the rough voice.

"Good. Tie her to the boards," said a softer male voice. This left Gwen constrained by her hands with her feet just touching the ground. If she tried to move too fast, it felt as if she was swinging. Gwen thought she recognized the voice as Lord Sheridan's oldest son. 

"Thomas? Is that you?" she asked. Her reward was a slap across her mouth and a gag. She tried to cry out, but to no avail.

"This one's feisty. Will there be trouble when we're done?" asked Rough Voice.

"No. We'll make certain of that," said Soft Voice. He smiled as he looked at Gwen. She'd always been so 'proper' and now he was about to turn her into a whore. His whore. Walking up to Gwen, he checked to make sure the cuffs were snug. Then he ran his hands down her body and squeezed her breasts.

"Ommph!" Gwen tried to cry out. The gag kept her from making too much noise.

"Shush my pretty. Otherwise we will gag you tighter," whispered Soft Voice.

Gwen shuddered. She was clueless as to what was going on. Nineteen and a virgin. Soft Voice was the first man to ever touch her other than during a dance. 

Soft Voice smiled. He picked up a knife from the desk and began to cut Gwen's clothes apart. The heavy skirt first followed by the boned bodice. The sleeves fell with the bodice, leaving the tight corset, underclothes, stockings and shoes. Gwen tried to struggle and found it nearly impossible. When she struggled too much, she found a knife point at her throat. Goosebumps covered her pale skin. 

Rough Voice took over as Soft Voice watched. He took the knife and cut the lacings of the corset. It fell with a weighty thud. As he took Gwen's dainty slippers off her feet, he nibbled her toes. Gwen tried to pull away and Rough Voice slapped her leg. She stopped in shock. Then Rough Voice cut away her billowy knickers and camisole. Gwen was naked except for her stockings.

"Oh, what a beauty," said Soft Voice. "A perfect choice."

"Thought so," said Rough Voice.

"Are you a virgin?" Soft Voice asked Gwen.

She nodded, dying of embarrassment at being naked in front of the men. Her anguish increased as she felt the men touch her. Hands caressed her breasts, thighs and womanly parts. As she struggled and cried out, she was slapped. She gasped behind the gag. 

Soft Voice watched as his partner stroked, pinched, slapped and touched Gwen. He could smell her excitement and see the first beads of moisture begin to pearl between her thighs. He walked up to her and with one hand began to stroke her breasts. As her nipples began to tighten, he pinched them lightly. She arched in response to his touch. 

"If you promise not to scream, we will ungag you," he whispered. 

Gwen nodded, desperate to have the horrid wad of cloth out of her mouth. Hands touched her face and she was relieved of her gag. 

"What...what are you doing to me?" she gasped.

"We are going to play with you until we are tired. Then we will do it again and again. If you please us, we may keep you. If not, I'll dump you out on the moors," said Soft Voice. Then, before she could say a word, he kissed her mouth hard. His tongue drove into her mouth. She tried to pull back and he grabbed her nipple and pinched hard. Gwen gasped and stopped struggling. Soft Voice continued to kiss her as his hand played with her breast. 

From behind, Rough Voice began to nibble and kiss Gwen's back. His hands worked down to Gwen's ass about the same time that Soft Voice had both breasts in his hands. Gwen didn't know what to do and if she struggled too much, she was rewarded with stinging slaps to her ass or breasts. 

"She marks up real nice," said Rough Voice after he'd spanked her a number of times. 

Soft Voice let go of her breasts to walk around and examine Gwen's spanked ass. "Yes, she does. Very nice. Crop her," he said and walked back to the front of Gwen. As Gwen began to scream as the riding crop was whipped across her ass, Soft Voice kissed her and held her by her breasts. 

Gwen cried and gasped as the pain washed over her. She counted ten hits with the crop before it stopped.

"Enough," said Soft Voice. "I don't want to break our toy." With that, he moved his hands down to Gwen's womanly parts and touched her there. She was damp, but not as damp as he'd like. With one quick movement, he had his hand between her legs and deep in her cleft. 

"Oh!" gasped Gwen. She'd never had anyone touch her there besides herself. The fingers were rough and uncomfortable at first. Then the hand touched something and her skin was on fire with an ache she'd never felt before. A few more strokes of the fingers and she trembled with a feeling of tension and then pleasure.

"Now that's better," said Soft Voice. "You like that?"

"Yyes," said Gwen. "What was that?"

"I made you come. Orgasm. Squirt," said Soft Voice. "By the time we finish you'll beg us to let you come. And we will make you come until you can't walk, breath or move." 

From behind, Rough Voice thrust his fingers deep into Gwen's cleft. She was soaking wet from Soft Voice' attentions. He could feel the resistance of her virginity and pushed harder. He couldn't break it, but he wasn't worried. They'd do that soon enough. He pushed his fingers in and out until she began to writhe and buck. In front, Soft Voice fingered her button and made her come again and again until she was panting. 

"Think she's ready?" asked Rough Voice.

"Yes. Untie her and bring her over to the bed," said Soft Voice.

Gwen felt herself released from the board, but before she could run, Rough voice grabbed her by the hair and moved her across the room to a bed. He tossed her on the bed like a ragdoll. Gwen tried to move on the bed and found herself pinned. It was Soft Voice and he was nude. She could feel his skin touch hers and she panicked.

"Please, please let me go. I'll not tell," she said.

"No, we plan to have our fun. We'll decide when you get to leave," said Soft Voice. He knelt between her legs and thrust them apart. His cock was hard and he placed the head against the opening of her cleft. Slowly, he pushed himself in until he felt her virginity. Then he backed out. He thrust shallowly for a few times and then as he felt wet enough, he thrust hard and took her virginity.

"Oh! Ow!" cried Gwen. She felt weight on her body as Soft Voice took her. Then she felt him stiffen and moan as he came. His seed poured into her body. Then he was gone. 

"That was a nice ride," said Soft Voice. "Your turn."

Rough voice flipped Gwen over and pulled her to her knees. Before she could understand what was happening, he thrust his cock in hard where Soft Voice had been a moment before. It hurt, but not as bad as before. Holding her by the hips, he thrust in an urgency followed by his seed filling Gwen as well. As he withdrew and Gwen slumped to the bed, he reached between her legs and stroked Gwen's button with juice covered fingers. She felt that heat roar through her body and in a moment she was twitching with pleasure.

Gwen had barely recovered when her head was raised and a cock shoved into her mouth. 

"Suck on it. You bite and I will slap you so hard, you might not wake up," said Soft Voice.

She nodded and tried to do as they wanted. The cock felt too big for her mouth and she gagged when it hit the back of her throat. After a few minutes, she felt it become harder and harder. Then Soft Voice came in her mouth, filling it with his seed. When she tried to pull back and spit it out, he held her head and made her swallow. 

Gwen gagged and nearly threw up. After she'd caught her breath, Rough Voice pulled her to his cock for the same use. She did a little better the second time, but wasn't ready for Soft Voice to drive his cock deep inside her cleft. She tried to pull back again and was rewarded with slaps to her ass still tender from the riding crop. 

The two men used Gwen roughly all night. When they finally let her sleep, they tied her hands to the bedpost and threw a heavy quilt over her. 

*

Gwen woke to the heat of late afternoon pouring through the windows of the room. The blindfold was still in place and her hands tied. She tried to move and her body ached with the abuse of the night before. She had to pee and felt for the edge of the bed. If nothing else, she would pee on the floor. She'd almost reached the edge of the bed when a hand slapped her ass.

"And where do you think you're going?" said Rough Voice.

"I need a chamber pot," she gasped. "I've got to..."

"Here," he said and shoved the chamberpot under her. She peed and then started to crawl onto the bed.

"Oh no, you're getting a bath," said Rough Voice as he checked the snugness of the blindfold and then untied her hands long enough to release her from the bed. He walked her out into another room. Then he picked her up and dunked her into a horse trough.

Gwen shrieked. The water was ice cold. Then hands scrubbed her tender flesh. Rough Voice smiled as he watched the stable lads enjoy themselves. They enjoyed fingering her cleft and handling her breasts.

"M'lord, can we?" the one lad asked pointing to his cock tenting his loose trousers. 

Rough Voice thought about it for a moment, smiled and nodded his head. Gwen had been making a lot of noise, but when she got too loud, the stable lads had dunked her. Rough Voice hauled her out of the water and bent her over a low rail and tied her to it. Gwen's ass was pleasantly displayed and her cleft wide open. The three stable lads took turns fucking her. Her protests were lost amongst the giggles and laughs. 

When the lads were done, Rough Voice dunked her again and then wrapped her in a light blanket. Gwen's teeth chattered from her repeated dunkings in the horse trough. The blanket rubbed all the tender bits of skin. Her ass was tender and after the rough handling of the stable lads, it hurt to sit.

"Open your mouth," Rough Voice said.

Not knowing what to expect, Gwen did as she was told. Rough Voice stuffed a bite of bread into her mouth. She chewed and when she swallowed, he gave her another bit. He fed her for ten minutes. Bread, cheese and a glass of beer. Then he let her use the chamberpot again and afterwards tied her to the bed. 

Gwen lay there trying not to think about what had been done to her body. Part of her was disgusted and humiliated by all of it. The other part of her enjoyed it. She should be horrified, as her mum would have insisted she be, but she wasn't. Thinking about it made her ache with desire. Gwen rubbed her legs together to help relieve the ache the stable lads had left her. 

The two men watched as Gwen moved about on the bed. Rough Voice knew that the stable lads would leave her wanting more. He picked up the riding crop and walked over to the bed. He smacked it down next to her. Gwen jumped.

"So, you liked the ride the lads gave you?" he asked with a laugh.

"No! Let me go please," she said trying to re-establish the lady she'd been a day ago.

"I don't like liars," said Rough Voice. 

"I'm not lying!" Gwen protested.

Rough Voice shook his head and then with a quick movement rolled Gwen onto her stomach and gave her ten strokes with the riding crop.

"Oh! Ow! Ow! Stop!" Gwen cried. 

"Did you like being tupped?" he asked.

"Umm..." she started.

"Better," he said as he ran his hand between her legs. She was soaked, and not just from the cum of stable boys. Then he thrust his fingers in deep and thumbed her button at the same time. Gwen came with a gasp and a moan. She lay there panting.

Rough Voice got up from the bed and dropped his clothes. He moved between her legs and slid into her wet cunt. Grabbing her hips, he pounded and let his balls slap against her mound.

"Oh! Oh! Pppplease," she cried, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or continue. A hand raised her head and she came up on her arms to keep from falling over. A cock pressed against her lips until she opened her mouth. She started to fight it and then recognized the scent of Soft Voice. She sucked and licked his cock, letting him fuck her face as Rough Voice took her body. 

When the men came, they let her rest on the bed for a few minutes. Then they took turns pinching, spanking and playing with her button until she cried out in orgasm. A cock bumped her hand and instead of flinching, she took hold of it and stroked it up and down. 

"Our little Gwen is getting bold," said Soft Voice. He pulled her into his lap and guided his cock into her. "Ride me Gwen. I'm your stallion," he said. "You do know how to ride don't you?" 

"Yyyes," she said. She rocked back and forth as best she could. Her button rubbed against his body, making her feel very good. He pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Before she knew it, she felt that pleasure he called coming race through her body. Seconds after she came, he did too, pumping his seed deep into her body. 

Rough Voice lifted her off of the other man and filled her sopping cunt with his cock. He bent her over the table and fucked her until she was afraid she'd have splinters in her breast and face. 

"Uhhh," he groaned as he came. Rough Voice pulled out, and stuck his fingers in deep. Then he played with her button and made her squirm her orgasm against the table. "I've got your measure now," he said and then dumped her on the bed. 

Gwen lay there exhausted and sore. Before too long, she felt someone crawl onto the bed. Her legs were parted and a tongue licked her sore bits. It felt so good, she couldn't help but respond. Her hips arched up and pressed against the tongue to bring on that feeling of pleasure. Just when she thought she'd shatter, the tongue stopped. 

"Oh," she moaned disappointedly.

"So, you like that?" Soft Voice asked.

"Yes, I want to be...be... fff..." she couldn't finish.

"Fucked. Tupped. Screwed. Mounted. Boffed. Humped," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Please?"

Soft Voice smiled and slid into her. He pulled her knees up and rested her ankles on his shoulders as he thrust in and out. He started out slow, but sped up until the sound of their bodies was a slapping rhythm. He came hard, and nearly shoved her up the wall as he orgasmed. Gwen came too, and melted when he withdrew. He retied her to the bed, threw the blanket over her and walked away.

*

"Has she been missed yet?" Rough Voice asked.

"Her mother is beginning to question where she is," said Soft Voice.

"What do you plan?" asked Rough Voice.

"To be honest, she'd be a fine whore," said Soft Voice. "A decent lady for someone too, now that she's broken in. Fit her up with the leathers, dress her and dump her in the middle of the labyrinth. We'll see what comes out.

"Fine by me. I'm nearly finished," said Rough Voice. He walked off into the stables to finish his project. 



Gwen woke to the hands of Rough Voice shaking her. When she was slow to respond, he flipped her over and spanked her ass until it was red and welted. Gwen whimpered. She gasped as she felt him slide into her cleft as if it was buttered. She was soaked, and she knew it was from being spanked. Shame made her blush.

"So, you like that eh?" said Rough Voice.

"Yes," she admitted quietly.

"Louder," Rough Voice said as he slapped her ass.

"Yes!" Gwen cried out. 

"Good. Much better. When we're finished, I'm going to get you ready to leave," said Rough Voice. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts and came deep inside of Gwen. Then he reached his fingers between her legs and stroked her button until she screamed her own release into the bedding. He left her on the bed, their juices running down her thighs.

He was back in a few minutes and hoisted Gwen to her feet. First thing he did was walk her over to the board and tie her to it once more. She didn't struggle. Rough Voice walked off and then returned with something that smelled of leather. First thing he did was to put her chemise back on her body. He buttoned the few buttons that were left. 

Gwen then felt what she thought was her corset being put on her. When Rough Voice began to cinch it tight, she realized it wasn't the same.

"What have you done?" she asked as he adjusted her breasts into the new corset. 

"I've altered your corset to allow your nipples to poke through and rub on your clothing. Now your nipples will always be sensitive," he said and pulled the corset tighter. Gwen gasped as the corset cupped her body and pinched her nipples. "And this is to remind you of what you've had for the last few days," he laughed.

Gwen felt her legs parted and a stiff object thrust up into her cleft. "Oh! Ow!" she cried.

Rough Voice laughed and pulled it in and out until the juices made it slide in easier. Then he added a belt to the corset that acted like a chastity belt and held the leather cock he'd made in place. He tightened the buckles and then slipped her drawers up over the whole thing.

"Ppplease, don't do this," she gasped. The leather cock was uncomfortable and tantalizing all at once. 

"I will do whatever I want," he said and walked around and spanked her soundly. "You'll wear that until we say so." 

Gwen whimpered and didn't say another word as Rough Voice dressed her in her clothes she thought destroyed. Then when he was done, he walked her still blindfolded out of the building. She was lifted onto a horse which forced a gasp from her.

Rough Voice laughed. "That wee toy making your life interesting? Just wait until we've ridden a bit," he said.

Gwen shuddered and held on. She was off balance and feared falling as the horse was lead out and into a field from what she could tell. 

Rough Voice lead the horses out across a country lane and into a pasture. A fair bit of time later, he stopped. He could see that Gwen was squirming with need. He smiled. He tied his horse to a branch and then led Gwen's horse into the Labyrinth and deep into the center of it. He stopped at what looked like a dead end. 

"I'm going to leave you here. Count to 100 and then you can take off the blindfold. What you do after that is up to you. What you say is up to you. Choose carefully," he said and then disappeared.

"1, 2, 3," Gwen started to count. Her cleft throbbed and her body was sensitized to the point that she wanted to scream. "98, 99, 100." She took off the blindfold and blinked in the late afternoon sunlight. She stuffed the blindfold in her bodice, trying to ease the corset off of her nipples to no avail. She looked around and didn't recognize where she was. Taking the reins of the horse, she tried to remember how to get out of the labyrinth. She turned and turned until she swore she was back at the point where Rough Voice had left her. 

After an hour, she had actually made some progress, but her body hungered for release. The thought though of getting out of the saddle was beyond her. She started taking nothing but left turns and occasionally called out for help. 




Labyrinth



The search party had just crested the hill when one of them thought that they heard a cry for help. The men of the party followed by Gwen's mother and sister headed for the Labyrinth built by Lord Sheridan. This was a second, bigger labyrinth than the one the party had played in a few nights before. 

The riders entered, and began to head towards the cries which were now much louder. The first of the riders turned down a section of the labyrinth to find Gwen and her horse walking slowly through the high greenery. She was near collapse from exhaustion.

"My lady!" cried one of the guests. He rode up to her and grabbed the reins of the horse as more of the riders came up to her. Gwen looked out, saw her mother and cried as she held out her hands. Gwen's mother rode up to her and took her hand.

"Darling, what has happened to you?" she asked.

"I... I got lost, and..." Gwen started and then passed out. Another of the riders caught her and pulled her into his arms. 

"Let us head back to the house," said the young lord as he cradled Gwen against his chest. Another rider grabbed Gwen's horse and the party followed the lord back to the estate. 

Gwen came to as the horses entered the courtyard. She blinked and looked up at the rider who held her. 

"Ralph! Henry! Attend!" called the lord. He didn't hand her off, but waited until the two men ran up to his horse. One took hold of the bridle. The other took Gwen from the lord.

"Where should I take her?" said Ralph.

"Up to her room. I think she was in the green suite off of the long gallery," said the lord.

Gwen passed out as she was handed to Ralph. She woke again as she was deposited on the bed she'd slept in a lifetime ago. Ralph stood next to the bed as people streamed into the room. First and foremost, Gwen's mother.

"Dearest Gwen. Are you hurt? What happened. Tell me," she asked while patting Gwen's hand and face. A servant brought a towel and basin of water that Gwen's mother proceeded to use to clean her daughter's face.

"I'm.. okay," Gwen said. "I got lost and scared. I fell off my horse and I must of hit my head, because the next thing I knew, the horse was just standing there next to me. I finally caught it and then tried to find my way out of the labyrinth," she said slowly. 

"You poor dear. I'll have the servants get a bath ready for you and as soon as you've had a bath and some food, we'll leave for home," said Gwen's mother.

"Ma'am, I believe that Lord Sheridan would feel most offended if you left in such a fashion. Shouldn't you at least give your daughter a night's rest?" said Ralph from his position beside the bed.

"Um, well, perhaps, but still. My Gwen has had an experience and needs a bath and dinner," blustered the mother.

"Of course ma'am. Right away," said Ralph. He then ushered everyone else out of the room and spoke to the servants hovering by the door. In short order, a bath was brought, and filled. Bread, cheeses, fruit and a bit of roast accompanied by small cider was placed on a table. Ralph made sure of all the preparations and then turned to Gwen's mother. 

"Madam, shall we let the servants deal with Gwen while you go to dinner?" he asked.

"I should stay with my daughter," Gwen's mother said.

"Ah, but Lord Sheridan has requested your presence at dinner. He wishes to make amends for Gwen's unfortunate accident. The maids will take care of Gwen," he said persuasively as he lead Gwen's mother to the door.

"Gwen?" she called.

"I'll be alright mother," said Gwen. She sat up gingerly, relieved that Rough Voice/Ralph was leading her mother away. 

Her mother gave her one more look and then left the room. Two maids came in and started to undress Gwen. When they got to the last of the petticoats, Gwen shooed them out of the room.

"Go! I want a bit of privacy you ninnies!" she said. They fled. Gwen then took off the last of the clothes and began to unlace the corset. Her nipples were so tender and she couldn't wait to get it off. When she had undone it enough, it and the cock slid to the floor in one piece. She gasped at the size of the leather cock which had been thrust up her cleft. She didn't know where to hide it, so she rolled it up in her chemise and stuffed it under her bedding. Then she crawled into the bath to soak her sorrows.

The hot water felt good and yet made every welt sting. She scrubbed her body and hair until she felt clean. Then after wrapping herself in a toweling sheet, she began to eat. It had been ages since she last ate. 

Afterwards, she found her nightgown and donned it. Then she climbed into bed and slept.

*

Gwen was woken up in the middle of the night by a sound.

"M'lord, please let her sleep," she heard her mother saying off to one side.

"No, I intend to make sure that all is well with Gwen before I retire," said a voice Gwen recognized as Soft Voice. "Gwen, are you awake?" 

"Ohhh, Yes sir," Gwen said not sure who Soft Voice was. She blinked and looked over to where the candlelight shone on the face of Lord Sheridan's son, Lord James. She'd been wrong in her guess the other night.

"Are you alright after your adventure?" Lord James asked gently.

"Yes, M'lord. I'm just a bit sore and tired. I'd... I'd like to sleep until I'm totally rested though. Would it be alright to stay a day or so rather than rush off first thing in the morning as my mother is wont to do?" Gwen asked. 

"Of course. If you need anything, anything at all, just ask. There will be a servant outside your door. Just call out," Lord James said and then with a kiss to the back of her hand he left the room leading the protesting mother with him. 

Gwen snugged down into the bed and waited.



"Lord James, please, I feel that we are imposing upon your hospitality far too much," said Gwen's mother. 

"Well madam, if you feel that way, you are welcome to leave tonight and we will send your daughter home when she has recuperated," said Lord James in rather a more formal tone.

"I...um... I'm so sorry M'lord, please forgive me," she stuttered as they reached her suite. He saw her in the door and closed it firmly behind her. Then he motioned for a servant to sit next to the door.

"Don't let her out until morning," he said softly. The servant nodded. Lord James then went to his own room to wait. He knew it wouldn't be a long one.

Gwen woke up again. Her nipples ached and she rubbed her button, trying to relieve the ache between her legs. She retrieved the leather cock from it's hiding place, but it was cold and stiff. She tried to use it, but it only left her frustrated. She cried out in her frustrations and buried her head in the bedding. 

Not long afterwards, she heard the bedroom door open softly. Then a weight on the bed as someone sat down in the dark.

"So, you haven't told anyone of your adventures. Why is that?" asked Lord James. 

"Be...because I... Oh god, I liked being tupped, spanked and treated rough," she said burying her face in her hands. 

"And..." he prompted.

"And when I recognized your voices, I had a small hope, just a small one that you might want me," she said.

"Just me, or Ralph as well?" he asked.

"Both of you, Either of you. I've got this terrible ache that won't go away," she said in almost a cry. 

"And what of your mother just down the hall?" James asked.

"I don't bloody care!" cried Gwen. "I want to be fucked." 

Lord James smiled. He stood up and dropped his robe to the floor and crawled into Gwen's bed naked. He grabbed her roughly and started to kiss her. Reaching under her nightgown, he pinched her ass, which was still covered with welts. Gwen gasped and felt herself grow wet. Then his fingers thrust into her cleft and played with her until he could slide inside. He rode her hard and fast, pinching her nipples and breasts. Gwen gasped in pleasure and pain as she felt the tension and ache in her body ease as he thrust deep inside. She began to moan and gasp as she came. Lord James followed her quickly with his own release. 

They lay there relaxing and talking in the bed. He pinched her nipples as often as he kissed her. She surprised herself when she reached to stroke his cock and kiss him. She liked sex. She wanted more. They were kissing when she felt another hand on her shoulder. She startled and turned to see Ralph climbing into bed. Before she could say a word, he lifted her leg and slid in from behind. As he thrust in from behind, Lord James kept kissing and stroking her breasts. She was overwhelmed with sensations and it didn't take long for her to scream her orgasms into the pillows.

Gwen lay there sated between the two men. She idly ran her hands over them as they talked over her.

"Well, we have a right treat here," said James. "What shall we do with her?" 

"Hmmm, does she have a dowry?" asked Ralph.

"I most certainly do!" chimed in Gwen. 

"Well then. Shall we marry our whore?" asked Ralph.

"I'm not sure. You or me?" asked James.

"Don't I get a say in the matter?" asked Gwen.

"Well, do you want to be the wife of a lord or a baron?" asked Ralph.

"Wh..what?" asked Gwen puzzled. She thought Ralph was a servant and said so. That made both men laugh.

"Ralph is a Baron. I'm just a lord, son of an Earl," said James.

"I... I don't know which of you I'd give up," she said at long last. Both men had been stroking and touching her body, making her ache to be fucked again.

"You don't have to give either of us up. We share. Always have, ever since we discovered our nurse," said James. "Lovely woman. Beautiful breasts."

Ralph nodded in agreement.

She looked from one man to the other and they nodded. She kissed each one in turn, trying to make up her mind. "Would... would you mind terribly if I married Ralph?" she said at last.

"Of course not. His estate is farther north and much better for playing around," said James. He was thinking of the room he and Ralph had been planning and how much fun it would be to have Gwen there.

"Well then, can we have one more bit of fun before morning?" she asked.

They grinned, nodded and proceeded to fuck Gwen.

*

"You what?" screeched Gwen's mother.

"Ralph, Baron Burleigh, has asked me to marry him," Gwen said at breakfast that morning. She was sitting gingerly as James had slid her leather cock up inside of her when he came to see her earlier that morning. He'd promised other delights if she could get through the morning wearing it. She and her mother had been arguing for nearly an hour. 

"I just... just think this is all too sudden," Gwen's mother said at last. She didn't know what to make of her daughter. Gwen had changed, and she didn't understand.

"Mother, this is the last time. I will marry Ralph. You can either be happy for me or leave," Gwen said and went back to eating her breakfast. 

Ralph, who'd been listening at the door walked in a minute later. "Gwen, Lady Whitlow," he said gracefully. "Has Gwen told you that I have asked for her hand?" he said charmingly as he raised and kissed the back of Gwen's Mother's hand.

"Well, this is all rather sudden," said Lady Whitlow.

"I understand, but I fell for her the moment she walked in, and even deeper when she was placed in my arms yesterday," said Ralph. 

"Well..." Lady Whitlow tried to protest. Ralph sat next to the woman and continued to chat with her all through breakfast. In the end, she gave up. That afternoon, she wrote a letter to Gwen's father. 

A week later, Gwen and Ralph stood in front of Lord Sheridan's family chaplain to be wed. Her father Lord Whitlow had thrown a fit until he met Ralph. The discussion had started out with bellowing voices and ended up in drunken laughter. The dowry was agreed upon and all the details ironed out.

After the wedding supper, Gwen and Ralph departed for his estates up north. Lady Whitlow had hoped their departure would be delayed until morning, but Ralph refused, citing business on his estates. She gave in when Lord Whitlow growled at her. 

As the coach headed down the drive, Gwen threw her flowers and watched them land in the arms of one of Lord Sheridan's nieces. She smiled. As she tried to sit down next to Ralph, he slid his hand up her thigh and stroked her cleft. Gwen giggled. 

Ralph held her in place and proceeded to finger her until she nearly cried out in orgasm. He'd made sure she wore her altered corset, which held her nipples out and accessible. Pulling the top of her gown down just a bit, he sucked on her nipples. Gwen sighed in pleasure.

Ralph smiled. He looked forward to their arrival at his estates. He and James had been building a playroom for adults and now they had a woman to play with there. "Are you happy Gwen?" he asked as she rested next to him. 

"Yes. My only regret is that we will have to wait until we arrive at an inn or your estates to satisfy this ache you've started in my loins," she said.

"You think I'm waiting?" he smiled.

"Well, the coach isn't exactly comfortable," she said.

"No, but it has advantages. Lots of bumps to make things interesting," said Ralph. "Plus, the coachmen won't say a word." With that, he turned her over his knee and began to spank her lovely round bottom.

"Oh! Ouch! Omlord!" she cried out as he spanked her until she swore her ass glowed in the twilight. She could feel her juices soak the petticoats under her as well.

Ralph fingered her and then when she'd almost orgasmed, he pushed her forward to brace herself against the footrest. Flipping her skirts over her head, he pulled his cock from his trousers and wet it with Gwen's juices. Then he guided her back onto his cock as if she was sitting in his lap. Gwen squirmed and bounced a bit on his cock. He slapped her leg.

"Stop," he said.

"Oh, but..." she started.

"Let the coach provide the motion for our fucking. See how long you can cope," he said. He knew that the road up ahead was rutted. It didn't take long for Gwen to see why Ralph had said to hold still. The bouncing of the coach was bouncing her up and down on his cock. She giggled.

"See," he said as he bit her neck and pinched her breasts.

"Oh yes," she said. The pain from his pinches combined with the bouncing was making her want to come. "Ralph, please," she asked as her body hungered for release.

"Not yet," he said. His control was good and he knew he would last a bit longer. He reached around and grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide. Then he slapped the insides of her thighs as the coach bounced. 

"Ohhhh," Gwen moaned. The coach bounced harder and she felt like Ralph's cock would split her in two. "Pp-please let me come," she begged. Her body began to convulse with pleasure. She moaned.

Ralph felt her body spasm around his cock. He reached up with one hand and stroked her button while he held her tight. Gwen came hard, her body clenching his cock. That and one more set of bumps threw him over the edge and the two of them came hard. 

When they'd caught their breath, Gwen moved off his cock. Before she could pull her skirts down, Ralph filled her cleft with another toy. This one was smaller than the leather cock, but made of soapstone ridged and fat. Gwen squeaked in surprise as the cold cock filled her. 

"Hold that while you clean me up," Ralph said. 

Gwen smiled. She knelt in front of Ralph and began to lick and suck his softened cock. She had gotten much better at cock sucking. In a few minutes, he was clean and hard. Instead of fucking her again, she sucked him until he came. She swallowed and licked Ralph clean once more. Gwen sat down next to him, that soapstone cock still filling her now aching cleft.

"Ralph, may I..." was as far as she got.

"No. You must sit there with your legs closed. I want you to ride that wee cock for now. No coming either," he said.

Gwen nodded and squirmed as the coach bumped down the long road.

Gwen woke to dawn entering the coach windows. They hadn't stopped in the night and were now approaching Ralph's estates. At some point in the night, the soapstone cock had slipped from her cleft. It thudded to the floor as she shifted and stretched.

"Morning Gwen," said Ralph. He bent to retrieve the cock. "Sleep well?" 

"Yes, although I'm a bit sore," she said.

"Well, we will be home soon. Those gates up there are at the end of the drive to my house," he said pointing off in the distance.

"Oh. Will... will there be anyone there? Besides servants?" she asked.

"Not at first. James should be joining us in a day or so. Until then, it is just us," Ralph said. "When James arrives, we'll have a party."

"Oh? I've never hosted a party," said Gwen with a bit of apprehension in her voice.

"No worries. I have a housekeeper who understands my tastes. You will be the hostess," said Ralph with a smile.

Gwen wondered what that smile would hold for her.

The house was an old Tudor mansion. It was beautiful and the gardens were in full flower. Gwen alighted from the coach slowly as she was stiff and sore from the long ride. Servants poured out of the house to take the trunks and boxes and greet the Baron and his new wife.

Gwen was shown up to her room where there was a large fireplace and a fourposter bed that looked like it could hold six people. The housekeeper, Mrs. Besom, was shouting for maids to bring water for a bath, towels, herbs and half a dozen things at once. Ralph had gone to check on a few things and left Gwen to bathe.

"Your bath is ready M'lady," said Mrs. Besom. She had started a fire in the fireplace as the bathwater began to arrive.

"Thank you," said Gwen and she began to shed her gown which was crumpled and dirty from the long ride. 

"Let me help you M'lady," said Mrs. Besom. She started to unlace the gown and help Gwen out of it. As the layers came off, the clothing was tossed to one side. When she got to the corset, she tsked-tsked. 

"What is it Mrs. Besom?" Gwen asked.

"I thought he'd given up these silly games," she said as the corset hit the floor. 

Gwen stretched and shed her final underclothes. "No, he hasn't and I like them so far," said Gwen.

"Well, I'd best keep a tub of salve and stock up on goldenseal tea," said Mrs. Besom.

"Salve? Goldenseal?" What for?" asked Gwen.

"The Salve for your hide, which is rather red back here and the goldenseal to prevent babies unless you want to drop a child every year," said Mrs. Besom.

"Oh! Never thought of that. What if I'm already carrying a babe?" asked Gwen. Her courses were due soon. 

"Well, it won't hurt. I'll bring you up a cup, just in case," said Mrs. Besom. With that, she left Gwen to soak. 

Gwen washed her hair, and ran the sponge over her body. So much had changed in less than a month. 

Mrs. Besom came back with a cup filled with the tea she'd spoke of earlier. Gwen drank it, and found it a little bitter, but the mint and honey in the mix helped. She got out of the bath and dried off. Then Mrs. Besom applied salve to Gwen's back and ass. This too had mint in it and it made Gwen's skin tingle.

Gwen dressed in a new corset and clothes. The corset cupped her breasts and held them out rather than flattening them to her chest. The dress showed them off nicely, just covered by a sheer scarf that tucked into the bodice. When she was ready, Mrs. Besom led her on a tour of the house. 

"You'll find the Baron in the library," Mrs. Besom said as they finished.

Gwen thanked her and went into the room. It was filled with shelves that had books neatly arranged on them. She smiled. She had been very happy that she'd learned to read as well as do needlework and garden. She walked over to where Ralph sat next to the window. He too had bathed and changed clothes.

"And how do you feel?" he asked.

"Much refreshed M'lord," Gwen said with a sweeping curtsy. 

"Are you ready to tour the grounds? Or are you tired?" he asked.





Labyrinth



"I'd love to tour the estate as long as we walk. I don't think I could manage another coach ride for at least a week," Gwen said.

"Then a walk it is," said Ralph. They went out the front doors and headed down the drive. They passed a large kitchen garden, formal gardens, the stables, and off in the distance there was a folly.

"And that my dear is our playroom," Ralph said pointing.

"So far from the house?" Gwen asked.

"All the better to spank you in," said Ralph as he planted his hand on her ass.

Gwen 'oofed' as his hand impacted her skirts. They walked down a path between sculpted shrubs, flower beds and the occasional statue. Gwen looked at the first of these and stopped. She blinked, looked again and then turned to Ralph. "They're... they're tupping!" she said astonished.

"Yes. And each a different position," said Ralph with a smile.

"What do the servants say?" she asked.

"Nothing. Not one word," he said. By then, they were at the door of the folly. This one was a miniature Greek temple on the outside. Inside it was well furnished. Off to one side was an altar of sorts with brass posts at each corner. Another section of the room was filled with chairs and cushions and low tables. On the far side was a kind of latticing that was bolted to the wall. Gwen walked around and tried to figure out some of the curiosities. 

"Ralph, whatever is this for?" asked Gwen. She was looking at a padded bench that was too tall to sit on and rather rounded. It had no back either.

"Ah, that is James' bench," he said with a smile.

"How ever do you sit on it?" she asked. "It's too tall and there is no back rest."

"It isn't for sitting. Come here," he said and took her hand. He stood her in front of it and then walked around to the other side. He took Gwen's hands, bent her over the bench until her toes just barely touched the floor and cuffed her hands into leather straps she had mistaken for part of the heavy fringe. Then he walked around and lifted her skirts. He smiled to see that she hadn't worn drawers.

"Ralph?" Gwen asked wondering what was going to happen. She had ideas running through her head, but wasn't certain.

"Yes Gwen," he said quietly.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

"First, I am going to lash you," he said. He took a riding crop that was in a basket out and began to stroke up and down Gwen's thighs. Her stockings were in the way and he pulled them down to give him better access. He lashed her up and down the insides of her thighs, and ignored her cries. When she was red enough, he worked across her ass. Gwen was sobbing softly as he put the crop away and began to stroke her hot tender flesh. He noticed how wet she was and stroked her cleft as well. 

Gwen moaned. The experience of being spanked in this manner had unleashed an ache in her that she hoped Ralph would satisfy. 

"How do you feel now?" Ralph asked.

"In pain and so needy," she said. 

"I can see that," he said and slowly fingered her. He brought her nearly to orgasm and then stopped. Gwen moaned again. Ralph did this twice more and then dropped his trousers and drove into Gwen's cleft from behind. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. 

Gwen moaned and gasped as Ralph began to come. She felt her own orgasm ride up and take her senses as Ralph came. He stood behind her for a moment to catch his breath. Using her petticoat to clean up with, he redressed and then unstrapped Gwen.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Not at first, but yes," she said.

They continued their tour of the folly. The lattice had straps to hold people in place. The altar did as well. Gwen could see where straps had worn shallow grooves in the cool marble. They relaxed on the pillows before they headed back to the house for supper.

*

Gwen was running the length of the lawn. The party to celebrate the wedding had started hours ago with people pouring in from London, Newmarket and Bath. All friends of Ralph or James. Gwen didn't bother to invite her few friends as most of them were unmarried or too close to her parents. The last thing she needed was for them to discover that their daughter was married to a hedonist and a Hellfire Club member. 

After a lovely six course dinner, the party scattered to play games on the lawns. It had started out with quoits and lawn darts. A very perverted set of games with this crowd. The quoits were large enough to go over a person. The person who was 'ringed', had to forfeit a kiss or a touch. Lawn darts followed a similar course. If pegged to the ground, the victim had to let the owner of the dart to take liberties. Gwen had been kissed and groped repeatedly.

Now they were playing hide and seek. If caught, once again, the person had to surrender to the finder. Gwen was running for a stand of lilac bushes. She crouched low, but had no hope of hiding. Her gown was light green silk with a stomacher and front skirt in contrasting yellow. She watched as others were found. Lady P. had to suck Lord A.'s cock. She watched her own Ralph dive under the skirts of Lady T. and make her giggle with delights. Then she felt a touch on her shoulder.

"Come with me madam," said a deep voice. "You've been found."

She stood up, and before she could turn, a blindfold was slipped over her eyes. A hand on her elbow led her out from the bushes.

"I've found our queen." said the deep voice. 

Cheers went up and by the crunch of feet, Gwen knew she was being led to the folly. Her thoughts vindicated a few minutes later as she could smell the beeswax candles that had been set up in the folly earlier. She was lifted and placed on what could only be the altar. She sat and waited.

"What shall we do with our queen?" asked the deep voice.

"Worship her!" said a man.

"Sacrifice her!" called another.

"And how shall we accomplish this?" called a soft voice Gwen knew to be James.

"With our hands, tongues, and cocks!" roared another man.

"And what of the other ladies? Her sweet succulent attendants?" asked a rough voice Gwen knew to be Ralph.

"Ah, they shall take their turns as there are only six of them and yet twelve men," said the deep voice.

Squeals of delight and feigned trepidation came from the other women. Gwen realized that from that bit of noise, that they must be similarly bound and grouped next to the altar. She heard the sounds of heavy boots walk off to one side and then the muted voices of the men. She tried to figure out what they were saying, but had no luck.

The men walked over silently and Gwen felt hands on her shoulders and wrists. She stayed very still as other hands began to undo some of her clothing. She felt her sleeves and upper bodice being pulled at and then removed as well as the heavy outer skirt. Dressed in her corset and under chemise and her heavy petticoats, she was moved until she lay across the altar. Her hands and then feet were tied to the rings at the corners of the altar. This left her legs splayed open underneath her skirts. As they finished tying her down, she heard others being moved to what she knew had to be different sections of the folly. Part of her was very curious to see what was going on while waiting to find out what would happen to her. 

"Turn your head," said the deep voice. 

Gwen turned her head towards the sound of the voice and then felt a warm cock brush her lips. She opened her mouth and took in as much as she could. At the same time, she felt her petticoats lift. Her ass was right at the end of the altar and she felt a hand begin to touch and stroke her cleft. Although he hadn't spoken, Gwen recognized James' touch. He stroked and pinched her cleft until moisture began to bead and drip. Two fingers slide deep inside making her moan against the cock in her mouth. As she moaned, the cock in her mouth began to twitch and fill her with his seed as James thrust his cock inside her.

Another cock replaced the first as James pummeled her. In the background, she could hear the sounds of spanking. Whips, or riding crops on skin as well as a paddle of some sort. The cries and moans of women filled the folly. James came and after he left, another man filled her. She lost count of the cocks. Some of the men pinched and spanked as they played with her. Others simply played with her button until she cried out in orgasm. One gentleman had a tongue that brought her to ecstasy three or four times before filing her with the biggest cock she'd ever experienced. 

At some point, Gwen was let up from the altar and given a glass of wine to drink. The glass was held for her as she was still blindfolded. A knife ran down her corset lacings and she was stripped of the rest of her clothes. Then she was bent over the altar, nipples pressing against the marble while her ass was spanked. After one rather hard smack, she squealed.

"Oh damn!" Gwen cried.

"I rather liked that one. Especially the way the seed that everyone gave you is running down your thighs," said deep voice. He landed three more smacks that made her cry out. They were made stingier by the wetness of her ass. He'd wiped his hand up between her legs before he hit her ass.

"Let me cool our queen," said a voice. He walked up to Gwen and filled her cleft with his cock. Before long, he came deep inside Gwen. As he pulled out the juices ran down her legs. Another man took his place, and before long, there was a steady stream of juices flowing.



"Now my queen, are you ready to see what else has gone on tonight?" asked Ralph as he untied her hands. 

"Yes," said Gwen. 

The blindfold was removed and Gwen blinked to clear her vision in the candlelit darkness of the folly. Ralph led her past the gentlemen who at this point were as naked as she. On the other side of the room was the wall. On it were her 'ladies'. The tableau was amazing. On James' bench was the red headed Lady P. She had been tied and spanked. The red welts stood out on her milk white skin. It was evident that she too had been well fucked. 

Next were Lady T and her sister, Lady C. Both women were cuffed to the latticed wall. Each had been spanked and pleasured. Lady S. was still tied to a frame shaped like an X and her nipples had clamps on them that looked painful. However, the juices running down her legs made Gwen wonder if it was not as painful as it looked.

Lady A was dressed like a horse. She had a bridle in her mouth and a tail up her... ass. Gwen flinched a bit, but was assured by Ralph that she liked it. Last of all, Lady G was sitting on a saddle. She was rocking back and forth, moaning and shuddering in pleasure.

"M'lord, whatever is going on with Lady G?" asked Gwen. 

"Ah, that my love is a special saddle. It has fittings to keep a wench like yourself satisfied whilst you traipse around the countryside," said Ralph. 

"Oh?" asked Gwen. "May I see?"

"Yes. Let us have the rest of the ladies join us first though," Ralph said. He motioned to the rest of the gentlemen to retrieve their ladies. Once everyone had been released, kissed and held, they all gathered round Lady G. 

Her lord untied her blindfold and then her hands. Instead of sliding off the saddle, he helped her off and the other women gasped. Lady G had been sitting on a large cock coming up out of the saddle and right where her button would rub was a smaller nub. With each rock of the saddle, she had been tupping herself.

"Oh my," gasped Gwen. "I thought your corset addition was... um... interesting. But this... oh. I'd be afraid of falling off."

"It isn't as easy as it would seem to do so," said Lady G. "I have ridden cross country twice and my only issue was walking once I got to my destination."

That brought titters from the women and smiles from the men. 

"Who made it for you?" asked one of the other gentlemen.

"Ralph here helped and I have a saddle maker who will make just about anything in leather that I require," said the deep voiced Thomas. "Made to size if need be as well. Would any of you ladies care to try it out?"

There were nods and shakes. Gwen nodded and when it was her turn, Ralph helped her 'in' to the saddle. She was glad that she was wet from all the sex as the cock was large. It filled her and she had to wiggle to get seated. Then she rocked back and forth. It didn't take much before she could feel herself begin to come. That ache between her legs grew and grew until...

"Oh... oh my," Gwen gasped. She shuddered and tried to get off of the saddle. She realized she couldn't. 

Ralph laughed at her and pulled her up off of the saddle and into his arms. They retired to the seating area and amongst the cushions were set trays with food and drink as well as shawls and wrappers. Gwen found a silk shawl and draped it around her body as she sank down on a cushion. She was very glad that they were soft as her bottom and her cleft were sore from all the attention.

The party ate a late supper and couples or more curled up to sleep or play on the cushions. Gwen found herself sandwiched between James and Ralph.

"So, you like Thomas' saddle?" asked James.

"I think so. I'm not sure that riding cross country would be comfortable, but a brisk morning ride might be just what a body needs on occasion," said Gwen with a smile. She snuggled up to Ralph as James fingered her slowly and sweetly. She had loved all the attention and sex, but having her two lovers was best of all. 

*

Gwen woke in her own bed late the next morning. She had vague memories of being carried by Ralph into the house, but not of being put to bed. She was sore and sticky from all the sex. She was also alone. The bed showed evidence that the two men had slept with her for some while, but had risen much earlier.

She thought of calling for a breakfast tray or at least a cup of tea. When she rolled out of bed, she saw a note. Picking it up, she read it.

Dearest Gwen,

When you rise, please dress for an afternoon out. 

Love,

Ralph

Gwen called for a bath and then began to decide what she would wear. In the end, she called for her velvet gown with the rose colored stomacher and satin frontpiece. Her maids brought the bath and once she had cleaned up, helped her dress in a corset that Ralph had made her. He forbid her to wear any other corsets except what he had designed. This one cupped her breasts, but left the nipples open to touch. The fabric of her dress barely covered them. When she was dressed, she went downstairs to find Ralph.

"I'm ready to go out M'lord," she said kissing him lightly on the check. 

"Good. I had a bet with James that you wouldn't wake before afternoon tea. You surprise me," he said. 

It was Gwen's turn to smile. She delighted in not being predictable. She delighted in the bets and games that the three of them played as well. Ralph took her hand and they walked out to the courtyard. He whistled loudly and a stable lad brought two horses instead of the coach that Gwen expected. The horses were a bit bigger than what Gwen was use to riding and it wasn't until she climbed up on the mounting block that she saw her saddle.

"Oh! Oh Ralph!" she giggled. It was one just like Lady G's.

"Now my question is, are you wet enough?" he asked as he reached up under her skirts and felt her cleft. He fingered her and made her squirm.

"Rrralph, please!" she squeaked.

"I'm trying to please you," he said with a smile. "I think you might be wet enough. Do you need assistance? You'll have to ride astride of course."

"Oh. Yes. I... I can manage I think," Gwen said as she straddled the saddle and slowly lowered herself onto the cock. When she was seated, Ralph adjusted her stirrups and and her skirts. Then he mounted his own horse. 

He started off at a gentle walk. Ralph kept an eye on Gwen and noticed that she was rocking nicely with the horse's rhythm. When they got to the open lane, he moved up to a canter, which meant that as she posted, the cock would move more forcible in and out of her cleft. He smiled and continued down the lane.

Gwen had felt alright when they were walking the horses, but when Ralph started to canter, she almost lost her mind. He had adjusted her stirrups so that when she raised up, it didn't allow her to 'clear' the cock. She moved just enough to feel as if she were being pummeled. She tried to slow the posting, but that didn't help. Nor did the fact that the nub was rubbing her button. Her saddle was getting wetter and wetter as her body became more excited. "How did Lady G. ever manage to go on a long journey?" she wondered as the first shuddering orgasm began to overwhelm her body.

"Rrrralph," she gasped trying to call to her husband.

Ralph heard her and kept going. He guessed what was about to happen. There was no one nearby, so he wasn't too concerned.

"Oh. Oh my. Ohhh," Gwen cried out as her body shook with pleasure. Her juices ran down her thighs and soaked her stockings. She dropped into the saddle and tried to slow the horse to regain her senses. 

Ralph realized that she had slowed to a walk and turned his horse around. He looked at her, 'tsk-tsked' under his breath as he moved up beside her. "Are you alright madam?" he asked.

"Yyyes. I just need to catch my breath," she said. 

"Alright, because we are expected at Sir Thomas' house for tea. Must move along," he said and started up again. 

Gwen had no choice but to follow. She brought the horse up to a canter and tried to stay up in the stirrups to avoid bouncing on the cock. It didn't work. Her legs were so rubbery from the first orgasm that she had to go back to posting. Even the momentary rest on the saddle helped her legs and yet made her cleft throb. Before they'd gone another mile, she felt herself start to go again. 

"Oh!" she cried. 

That alerted Ralph and this time he rode next to her and made sure she didn't stop. By the time they reached Sir Thomas' estate, Gwen was an orgasmic mess. She couldn't post, which meant that every hoof beat thrust the cock deep inside of her. It also mashed the soft nob against her button. It was such a relief when they slowed to a walk and entered the courtyard. Sir Thomas and Lady G. were standing in the doorway waiting for them. 

"Ah, I see your lady has been enjoying her new saddle," said Sir Thomas.

"I believe so. However, I think she may wish to freshen up a bit," said Ralph with a smile. He helped Gwen down from her horse and escorted her into the main hall. At that point, Lady G. and Gwen went off to an upstairs room to 'recover' from the ride. Ralph and Sir Thomas went into the library to talk.

"My dear, how did you ever cope?" asked Gwen as she shed her gown. She was trying to peel her soaked stockings off of her legs and it wasn't working well. 

"It took a bit in all honesty. At least your husband isn't as well endowed as Sir Thomas," said Lady G.

"There is that," said Gwen. A maid came in with warm water. She took away the stockings and soaked petticoat to rinse them out. The warm water felt good and she was soon cleaned up. She dressed as best she could minus stockings and that petticoat. Lady G.'s maid helped as well. In less than an hour, Gwen was ready to head downstairs. They rejoined the men and then went in to tea in the main sitting room. 

There was a huge fire going in the fireplace, and chairs and a table set up near it. A maid brought tea and pastries. Small talk floated back and forth as servants moved in and around the two couples.

"So, do you think you'll go riding much?" Sir Thomas asked Gwen.

"Well, I always have enjoyed riding. That saddle will take some getting use to though. Perhaps shorter rides will be needed for a while," said Gwen.

"Oh I don't know, I think the long one we went on today was just fine," said Ralph.

"Oh Sir, you are such a tease. You don't wish your dear wife to enjoy horsemanship more than you now," said Lady G. 




Labyrinth



"There is that," said Sir Thomas. "I threatened to hide her saddle at one point."

That made Lady G. blush. The two men went on teasing Gwen throughout tea.

As the last of the tea service was taken away, Lady G. suggested a walk in the gardens. Sir Thomas had a labyrinth similar to Lord Sheridan's. The statues though were far more suggestive. In fact, the Pans all had beautiful carved cocks that could be 'used'. Sir Thomas made Lady G. demonstrate. He lifted her up and placed her on the cold marble cock. Unable to touch the ground, Lady G. grabbed the arms of the Pan statue and moved up and down on it. When she didn't move fast enough, Sir Thomas lifted her skirts and spanked her ass. That made Lady G. move more rapidly. When she came, he lifted her down. She was a little unsteady on her feet.

"Care to have Gwen take a turn?" he asked.

"No, I believe that one is a little too warm at the moment," said Ralph with a smile. They walked on further and in a little bit, they came to another Pan statue. This one was a little closer to the ground, but not by much. 

"Gentlemen, please, I'm still a bit..." was as far as Gwen got before the two men lifted her up and slid the icy marble shaft into her cleft. 

"Oh my... oh...oh... oh please let me down," gasped Gwen. She could barely rest on her tiptoes and each effort to stand up off of the cock only ended in her sliding down it once more. She knew what was expected and finally rubbed herself against it until she came. Once that had happened, the two men smiled and lifted her off. It was her turn to be unsteady on her feet. 

The next attraction deep in the labyrinth was a swing. Like the saddle, it was fitted with a cock. It was Lady G.'s turn and she obviously liked the swing as she could control it better. It didn't take long before she was allowed up. At the center of the labyrinth was a fountain. A cavorting couple was the centerpiece and all along the edge were cocks pointing upwards. Water cascaded down from the top of the fountain, but the cocks and the edge were dry.

"Take a seat Gwen," said Sir Thomas with a smile.

"I'd rather not," said Gwen.

Ralph came up behind Gwen. "You do understand that the choice is either to do it yourself or be forced don't you?" he said as he reached around and pinched her nearly exposed nipples.

Gwen gasped. He finally let go when she nodded yes. Lifting her skirts, she slowly moved on to one of the cocks. The edge of the fountain came up just enough to let her sit gently on the cock. She moved a little back and forth to seat it and then waited. She noticed that Lady G. was also sitting on a piece of the fountain. She waited, not knowing what to expect.

Sir Thomas smiled and next to the 'front' of the fountain were a series of dials. They controlled the water flow of the fountain. He slowly twisted a small nob.

Gwen had almost gotten use to the cold of the fountain's stone when she swore that she was getting wet. She started to stand up in astonishment when Ralph smiled and motioned for her to stay seated. She did and realized that there was a slow pulse of water coming out of the center of the cock deep in her cleft. Looking right and then left, she confirmed it as all the uncovered cocks on the fountain were pulsing water out and spilling it into the main fountain. It felt good and she soon found herself rocking back and forth. The orgasm was slow building, but when it hit, she was glad that the fountain held her up. The water slowly ebbed away, and Ralph helped her to stand. 

Sir Thomas was grinning from ear to ear. "Do you like my fountain?" he asked.

"Surprisingly yes," said Gwen. Her legs and borrowed stockings were dripping again, but so were Lady G.'s. 

"I had to promise not to tell you about the fountain. If I did, my punishment would have been no fun for a week," Lady G. said.

"Oh. I'm so glad you kept it a surprise," said Gwen as they walked back to the house. 

Ralph and Gwen said their goodbye's an hour after they returned to the house. Gwen's clothing had been washed and dried. She slipped into her own things and then with trepidation, went out to mount her horse. 

"Enjoy your ride home," said Sir Thomas with a laugh.

"I shall," said Ralph. 

The two women exchanged glances. Gwen mounted her horse gingerly and then turned to wave as they departed. By the time they arrived home, Gwen had come at least half a dozen times. She practically swooned at the last one and Ralph once more rode next to her. He didn't stop, but simply made sure the horse was under control. He was enjoying her state of helplessness.

Gwen curled up in the bath and soaked her aching body. She had never come so many times in her life. Ralph had promised he wouldn't make her use that saddle for every ride, but to be honest she was not looking forward to hunting season. 

Ralph and James came up and fed her while she soaked in the tub. In the end, crumbs floated in the water and she gave up and got out. Wrapped in a robe, she lounged by the fire. Ralph filled James in on the days pleasures.

"Worn out pet?" James asked Gwen.

"Yes. Could we just snuggle tonight?" she asked.

"Perhaps. We can always start out that way and see how it goes," said Ralph. With the last of the tea gone, the three of them crawled into the huge four poster bed.

*

Gwen woke much later in the night to James' cock pressing against her backside. She hadn't bothered with a nightgown as they usually ended up on the floor. She wiggled slightly and opened her legs. James slid into her cleft. He moaned and his hands reached around to cup her breasts. This in turn woke Ralph, who rolled over and began to play with Gwen's breasts and button as James tupped her. When James orgasmed, they rolled Gwen over and Ralph slid his cock into Gwen. He pulled her to her knees and thrust rapidly, letting his balls slap against her ass. 

James moved under Gwen, touching her breasts and nipples. As she began to come, he reached down and stroked her button until she bucked hard against Ralph. Ralph in turn drove deep and filled her with his seed as he came. The three of them collapsed into a pile with Gwen in the middle. Still inside of Gwen, Ralph rolled to one side. James followed his lead and Gwen was still pinned between the two men. Cupping her button in his hand, James made Gwen come and come until the muscle spasms had Ralph hard again. He slowly rode in and out of Gwen as James move up and had Gwen suck his cock. 

Gwen felt so filled. The feel of the two men using her body and touching her so intimately made her feel so good. It wasn't long before James and Ralph came and then the two of them brought Gwen to orgasm again and again. Once more, she fell asleep in the arms of her lovers.

Ralph woke early. He left James and Gwen to sleep. He had business to attend to today and wanted it out of the way before evening. Now that Gwen was his wife, he and James could work with leather on new toys and harnesses with her there to model them. He grabbed a fast breakfast and was out of the house before anyone else woke.

James woke when the sunlight from the partially opened curtain trickled across his face. He smiled and rolled over to wake Gwen. His cock was awake and wanted to play. In some ways he'd been sad that Gwen had chosen Ralph. However, the fact that they shared worked well.

Gwen was asleep on her stomach. He moved between her legs and stroked her cleft to wake her. She moaned and moved her hips towards his hand. He marveled at how responsive she was to sex when most women were so afraid of it that they'd rather be nuns. Then he noticed the smear of red. Blood. Her monthlies had started. It didn't bother him, so he pulled her to him and slid into her very wet cleft.

Gwen came fully awake as James slid deep, holding onto her hips as he tilted her up. She felt a little achy, thinking that it had to do with all the riding yesterday and other play. Her poor cleft had certainly had been ridden hard in the last few days. Then she smelled blood. 

"James, please," she started.

"What is the matter dear Gwen," he said not slowing down.

"I'm bleeding. My monthlies. Really, we shouldn't," she said.

"Doesn't bother me. Makes a hell of a mess for the bed, but why stop?" he asked. 

"But..." she started to protest.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Nno,..." she gasped as she felt her body began to drive towards orgasm.

"Then enjoy yourself," he said. It didn't take much longer for him to stiffen and freeze in orgasm. He felt Gwen go as well. Once he could breath again, he withdrew and reached between her legs and stroked her tender flesh to one more orgasm. Then he got up and called for a bath.

By the time Ralph got home that night, Gwen was wrapped up in a sheepskin and curled up next to the fire in her room. Ralph brought his dinner up and the three of them talked while he ate. They discussed what Ralph wanted to build. He and James sketched it out by the fire. Gwen dozed in her chair. 

She woke to Ralph carrying her to the bed. He tucked her into the clean bedding and then went back to talking to James by the fire. Much later, she felt her two lovers crawl into bed next to her. While they cuddled, neither of them pressed her to have sex. She was achy and relieved. She slept deeply.



Life fell into a pattern. During the summer, the folly was a full of rowdy revelries. In the winter, the tower rooms with their large fireplaces became dens of inequities. Ralph and Gwen held parties with their friends and enjoyed life. When James was in residence, the three of them slept and played in the big four poster bed. 

Gwen woke one morning to the sounds of yelling in the main hall. She wiggled out from between James and Ralph and wrapped herself in a thick robe. Heading downstairs, she found her butler trying to keep a woman from entering the main hall. She watched, as the woman was so wrapped up as to be invisible.

"Madam is asleep!" said the butler. 

"I don't care! She will see me!" shouted the woman, who thought if she were loud enough that barriers would fall. 

"I will not interrupt Madam and I don't care if you do say you are her mother. I do not know you, nor will I allow you to enter her house or her bedroom unannounced," said the harried man.

"Fine. Get me my daughter. Now!" yelled the woman.

Gwen snuck back to the bedroom trying to decide if she wanted to get dressed or stay in her robe. She was looking for her slippers when the butler knocked on the door. She tried to get to it quickly, but Ralph and James both woke. 

"Madam, a woman purporting to be your mother is here," said the butler. 

"I'll be down in a few minutes. Show her into the front sitting room," said Gwen. She still couldn't find one of her slippers and was hunting it when Ralph cleared his throat.

"I take it from George's tone that your mother is being a problem?" asked Ralph.

"She was yelling at him to let her up here," said Gwen.

"Well, that would have been a visual treat," said James.

"Oh no. It would have been a scene," said Gwen. "One I could do without."

"And why do you think she's shown up now, nearly a year after we married?" asked Ralph.

"Probably wondering why I hadn't called her here to hold my hand during laying in," said Gwen.

"Oh, she wants grandchildren does she?" asked James.

"Yes. She writes me weekly asking leading questions," said Gwen. "I keep telling her that there are none and to stop worrying, but I guess she decided to see for herself if I was lying or if I was dead and someone else was writing letters in my hand."

James laughed. "You should have let her come upstairs," he said. 

"Oh no. I don't need her making that kind of trouble either," said Gwen. "Although it would get her off my back. It would just make it terribly interesting next time any of us went out."

"You think she'd try to blacken our names? As if we hadn't done enough of that already?" asked Ralph.

"Exactly that. She's in a right snit from what I could tell. Let me talk to her and see if I can get her to leave. If not, then I'll welcome help from both of you," Gwen said as she headed out the door.

"Shall we dress, or just appear straight out of bed like our dear Gwen?" asked James.

"Let's listen at the door. If it goes well, we will dress. If not, we'll walk in as is," said Ralph.

"Mother, what on earth are you doing here?" asked Gwen as she came into the sitting room. There was a maid trying to light a fire and it was obvious that Lady Whitlow wouldn't speak until the maid had left. 

"I've come to see that you were alright," said Lady Whitlow. "While you return my letters, it is as if you have no more use for your family. Nor do you show any signs of producing an heir for your husband. What is wrong with you?" 

"I'm perfectly fine mother. I have answered your letters and in spite of what you think, I have a busy social life and it takes some effort to run the estates. I help Ralph with this. As for having children, I'm not worried about that at the moment," said Gwen.

"What? Have you not been doing your wifely duties?" asked Lady Whitlow.

"Of course I have mother! I'm not a nun!" said Gwen a little louder than she meant to, but her mother was driving her over the edge. 

"I somehow doubt that. If you were a dutiful wife, I would have expected at least one grandchild by now, or at least one on the way," said Lady Whitlow.

"Mother! You are impossible! Just because I don't have children doesn't mean I'm not a good wife. I am not a broodmare or a bitch producing puppies on a schedule!" Gwen yelled. 

"Nor do I wish her to be," said Ralph as he walked into the room. He was in his dressing robe and he hadn't tied it tight. 

"Sir! This is a private discussion between my daughter and me," said Lady Whitlow.

"No, not when you shout loud enough to wake me, madam," said Ralph. He walked over and wrapped Gwen in his arms in an affectionate manner. "Nor do I approve of you upsetting my wife."

"She was my daughter first and owes me some obedience!" yelled Lady Whitlow.

"Madam, you push the limits of hospitality. Lower your voice or I will lower it for you," Ralph growled.

Lady Whitlow had the brains to shut up even if it was only for a moment. "Sir, you must understand that I have been concerned for my daughter. Surely by now she should have had a child. Unless, perhaps you are unmanned and unable to have children?" she said.

Ralph laughed. "First you barge into my house. Then you berate my servant and then my wife. Now you insult me. Gwen, I am so very sorry that you have had to deal with this," he said. "James!"

James appeared in the room a moment later, dressed similarly to Ralph. "Yes Ralph?" he asked.

"Would you please take Gwen back to bed and comfort her?" Ralph asked.

"Sir! Would you let another man put your wife to bed?" cried Lady Whitlow. "What kind of man are you?"

"Mother shut up! Ralph and James are loving men. That Ralph trusts James with my person is fine by me," said Gwen. She'd had enough of her mother.

"You whore! You Slattern!" said Lady Whitlow.

"No mother, I'm not. However, I am very much like my namesake, Guinevere. I have my king and my Sir Lancelot. What I do in my own home is my business. I would very much like it if you left now and never came back. Give my love to father," said Gwen who then left on James' arm.

Lady Whitlow stood to continue yelling at Gwen and Ralph stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. 

"I suggest you leave as my wife suggested. We are happy with our arrangements. No one in our circle cares one whit about how we live our lives. Nor should you. I am sorry that my wife has not produced grandchildren on a regular basis to your liking. I think you have other daughters that you can browbeat into providing them. I hope that they have loving marriages and husbands to support them when you come visiting. Never darken our doorway again," said Ralph. At that point, he took Lady Whitlow by the elbow and led her to the door and after shoving her out, slammed it shut.

Ralph looked over to where George was standing. "Do not let that woman back in here unless we are all dead and buried," Ralph said.

"Yes M'lord. I'm sorry M'lord, I didn't know," said George.

"Not your fault. That woman is a pain and should be whipped. On second thought, no. She'd probably bitch the entire time and never get any benefit from it. We are heading back to bed. Tea in an hour please," said Ralph as he headed upstairs.

"Yes M'lord," said George.

Ralph walked into the bedroom not knowing how Gwen had taken all of the yelling, or him tossing her mother out. When he got there, James was in bed with Gwen and cuddling her. He could see she'd been crying.

"Ah love, it's okay," said Ralph.

"I... I know, bububut she's so horrid, and I can't bbbelieve she acted like that," sniffed Gwen.

"I kept telling her it was okay, but she still cried," said James looking at Ralph. Both men loved Gwen and the thought of someone else hurting her besides them was unconscionable. 

Ralph nodded and climbed back into bed with them. Gwen rolled over and curled up in Ralph's arms. He held her while she finished crying. He stroked her back and brushed the hair out of her eyes. 

"I.. I was so mad at her and yet she still upset me," said Gwen at last.

"I thought the comment about Guinevere very good," said James. Very witty and dead on."

"Agreed," said Ralph. 

Gwen just looked at the men, sniffed and dried her eyes. She managed a wane smile. "I guess that was pretty good. I always wanted to be Guinevere when I grew up, sharing her name and all. I just never thought I'd really have two lovers," she said.

"You do have two men who love you dearly. We don't care that there aren't children. If someday you want one, fine. Otherwise, we enjoy tupping you until your eyes cross and inventing new ways to play with you," said Ralph. 

"Yes," said James. "Which reminds me. We have these aching cocks just waiting to be sucked..." 

That made Gwen giggle. She reached under the covers and felt both men, who were actually soft. "Aching cocks? Are you sure?" she asked.

"Well, they will be in a few minutes. After George brings tea," said Ralph. He ruffled Gwen's hair and then kissed her. He knew he loved her, but it wasn't until Gwen's mother came in like a fox amongst the chickens that he realized how much he loved Gwen and the fact that he shared her with James. He looked over at James and realized that the other man felt the same way. 

After tea, Gwen knelt on the thick sheepskin rug in front of the roaring fire. She wore just her heavy robe as the room was cold. She sucked and kissed Ralph's cock. When he was about to burst, she turned her attentions to James. She teased them back and forth until James could take it no longer and came in her mouth. 

"Ha!" cried Ralph. The bet had been that the first one to come would have to watch while the other one tupped Gwen. He'd also have to lick her clean afterwards. 

"Bastard," laughed James.

"I'm not! My parents are married," laughed Ralph as he slid his cock into Gwen. He had knelt on the rug behind Gwen and held her by her hips as he built up a rhythm. Gwen was trying not to giggle. Ralph heard and smacked her thighs. "Wench!"

This made Gwen giggle all the more. She couldn't help it and soon she was giggling so hard she could barely stay on her knees. "Oh! Oh my..." she gasped as she came giggling.

By this point, James and Ralph were laughing as well. Ralph came and withdrew. Gwen rolled on her back and awaited James' attentions. His tongue made short work of Gwen, making her come until she nearly passed out. He cuddled her on the rug. 

"So, what shall we do today?" asked Ralph.

"Besides tup our dear Gwen?" asked James.

"Yes, besides screw me senseless?" asked Gwen. 




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"Well, I do have this idea for a toy," said Ralph. "Or, we could simply cuddle and screw by the fire until supper."

"I like that idea. We've had enough adventure this morning," said James.

"I agree," said Gwen. "Besides, I haven't been spanked in nearly two whole days." She wiggled her hips in James' direction. 

"You are such a tease," said James grabbing Gwen and bending her over his knee.

Ralph laughed and finished his tea as James reddened Gwen's ass.



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Megan woke up without knowing where she was. It was dark and humid and the floor felt cold and wet against her back. There was a soft light coming from the ceiling but it was different from the normal radiance of a light bulb. She looked more carefully, realizing that the light was coming from some sort of worm attached to a stone wall. Megan was in a cave!

 What happened? She thought, bringing one hand to her forehead.

She wondered how she got here. The last thing she remembered was standing in the forest near her home. Then she heard a noise behind her and before she could turn around, somebody stung the back of her neck. After that, everything was a blur.

Megan lifted her torso and felt heavy. She looked down to discover with horror that she was pregnant, or at least she appeared to be. But it was impossible. How can this have happened in such a short time? How long had she been unconscious inside of this chamber? 

"What the fuck?!" she exclamed.

Megan was in shock, desperately trying to make sense of what was happening to her. Then, she felt it...

Something was moving within her belly, very subtle at first, then more insistently. The motions intensified particularly in the lower section. Megan felt a soft caress against her vaginal walls that sent a spark of unwanted pleasure across her body.

"Oh my God! Something is touching me down there!"

She swiftly placed a hand on her crotch, blocking access to her pussy, but there was nothing there. Nothing was trying to penetrate her. Then she felt another soft caress and this time, she moaned. She was so confused.

After a moment, Megan was certain that something was crawling down her vaginal cavity! She was giving birth! There were no contractions nor she felt any pain whatsoever but something was definitely coming out of her pussy. The astounded woman was very scared yet the pleasant sensation arising from her crotch was undeniable.

"This can't be happening! Something is coming out of me!"

A few minutes later, Megan moaned even louder as a slimy, slithering creature squeezed out of her lubricated pussy. It looked like a giant maggot with pinkish skin and a segmented, round body.

For a moment, Megan's thought that all this was a nightmare; it had to be! But the feeling was too real; it was too staggering. Her heart was racing in her chest and her pussy began to twitch while it was viciously stimulated.

"Oh my God! What is this thing?!"

Megan wanted that creature out of her but she was afraid to touch it, as it might try to get back inside of her pussy. She just looked at the maggot with dismay while it slowly slid between her pussy lips, squirming and stretching her widely. Megan tried unsuccessfully to deny whatever sensation was rising between her legs.

How did it get inside of me??! Megan wondered, desperately trying to remember what happened to her.

When the maggot was almost out of her body, Megan's nipples were already hard and erect. The tail of the newborn creature touched the girl's clitoris as it slithered off, sending a wave of bliss across her body. She closed her eyes letting another loud moan escape her lips.

When the creature finally vacated her body, Megan gasped with relief. The maggot was about half the size of a human baby and because of this, the delivery process was easy and shamefully pleasurable. Anyway, the astounded woman was very surprised to see that her belly was almost as big as before. Then she started to feel movement inside of her again...

Why is my belly still bloated? Oh God! Something is still moving inside of me! There is another one coming out!

A couple of minutes later, a second maggot was sliding through her pussy lips. The soft, silky skin of the little creature felt wonderful as it rubbed against Megan's stretched vagina. The new-sprung expanded and contracted its body while it moved, like a worm, further stimulating the woman's senses. 

Megan already knew what to do; nothing. She laid back, resting on her elbows while the maggot struggled to free itself.

The dim light emanating from the bio-luminescent worm reflected on the skin of the maggots, dripping from lubricating slime and vaginal fluids. Megan was moaning louder now, unable to negate the pleasant sensations that this unexpected situation was bringing upon her.

It is stretching me so much. It feels so... strange.

The second maggot got out. If Megan thought that the first one took too long to leave her body; the second one didn't take long enough. She was totally aroused now but she was afraid of touching her pussy. It was evident that there were more maggots still inside and she didn't want to scare them. Megan wanted all of them out. She wanted them to slide slowly down her vaginal tunnel. 

Megan felt the third one squirming within her womb and her pussy twitched. 

More of these things are still in me. I'll just lie here and let them get out. Megan thought, lying flat on the cold floor and spreading her legs wider. She was clearly more relaxed now and she focused her attention on the sensations between her legs.

As the third maggot struggled to liberate itself, the astounded woman was going insane. Megan was not trying to pretend anymore that this didn't feel wonderful and she was certain that these little creatures were going to make her cum. 

And they did! Megan arched her back as her orgasm arrived, letting the squirming maggot hang from her uplifted pussy. Even as she shuddered in ecstasy, Megan felt ashamed of herself; she was climaxing from expelling critters from her pussy. But there was nothing she could do to stop it. All of this was not her fault anyway.

Unable to reach the ground, the newborn instinctively triggered a defense mechanism and started to retrieve back into Megan's body, which prolonged the girl's climax for almost two minutes.

Megan's orgasm subsided but the pleasure didn't stop. More maggots were still pending to travel down her birth canal. She rested on the ground, conflicted about how this whole situation made her feel. She should have been disgusted but truthfully, she was loving it. She was giving birth to slimy maggots and she was loving every second. She couldn't understand it.

Megan came two more times before the last maggot squirmed out of her pussy. Her belly was flat again but she didn't realize it because her mind was stunned by pure bliss. Her moans echoed against the walls of the cave and traveled far down the tunnels. 

She was not the only one listening to her sounds.

Megan needed a few minutes to recover. Without the distraction of her unexplained pregnancy and the pleasurable birthing of maggots, Megan searched her memory for an explanation. Who attacked her in the forest and why he brought her here? How did she get pregnant with maggots? 

I need to get out of here before the one who attacked me comes back!

She tried to grab the bio-luminescent worm and used it as an improvised lamp but when she touched it, it prickled her hand which burned for a few seconds. 

"Ouch! This damned creature stung me!" 

She had no choice but to walk in the dark while searching for a way out.

****

As Megan moved away from the shining worm, the tunnel turned pitched black. The path curved to the left and there were openings on the stone walls big enough for her to pass through but she decided to walk as straight as possible. Megan could hear creepy noises in the distance but she couldn't tell exactly where they were coming from or what was making them. She kept walking until she reached an opening on the right side that had a faint light. Maybe it was the sun.

"There is light in this tunnel! This must be the way out!!"

The woman eagerly followed the path but no more than fifty meters ahead, her excitement vanished completely. The tunnel ended in some sort of pit harboring a formation with a hole in the center and this hole had teeth! To make things worse, there was another horrible creature trapped within this "mouth". The smaller creature was dead apparently. The whole scene was horrifying.

"Holy crap! It is a monster eating another monster! What kind of place is this?"

Megan was baffled to say the least. She had never seen creatures like these two. 

She was forced to go back and search for another way. Megan retraced her steps and walked through a series of completely dark tunnels until she saw another source of light. This time she didn't get too excited. But as she got closer, she found a completely different scene. She found another woman! This was great news! She was not going to face this terrible situation alone. 

A woman! Megan exclaimed within her head, then she said, "Hi there!"

The woman was kneeling on top of a mushy surface that looked like moss and she didn't respond to Megan's greetings. In fact, she didn't react at all.

Megan got closer and knelt in front of her. She was definitely awake but her faraway stare indicated that she was under some kind of trance. 

"Hey, can you hear me?" Megan asked, waving a hand in front of her face, then she thought, I think she is catatonic.

Megan also noticed that there was a thick tube between the woman's legs and it was penetrating her pussy! She examined the tentacle with amazement. In fact, they were two. They protruded from the mushy ground all the way to her pussy and ass.

No wonder she is not talking. These tentacles are massive and she has two of them penetrating her body!

Megan hesitantly touched the appendages. They felt had a semi-hard consistency, much like a male's phallus. Then, out of morbid curiosity, Megan grazed the woman's belly, trying to find out how deep they were within her body. 

Such a slim figure... I wonder how far inside they are. And how the hell did she get penetrated in the first place? This thing seems to be anchored to the ground. It's not like they can chase her.

Suddenly, the woman started whispering something...

"Fungus is safe. Safe from monster. Fungus loves Susan."

As soon as she said that, Susan threw her head back, opening her eyes wide and making guttural noises. Obviously, something was happening but Megan couldn't see anything different. She just wanted the woman to explain herself.

"What did you say?! What monster?... Is your name Susan?"

Megan saw an inhuman motion within the woman's throat and suddenly the tip of a tentacle emerged from her mouth!

Megan screamed and jumped backwards, "Oh my God!!"

The tentacle projected from the woman's face about fifteen centimeters and then it opened like a flower. Immediately after that, a white fluid started to leak from the tip and splashed on Susan's chest. The sticky liquid had a strong coconut smell. 

How is this possible? That thing is passing through her entire body! Megan thought, staring wide-eyed at the tentacle projecting from the woman's mouth.

Megan's bafflement was interrupted by a crackling sound coming from the darkness of the tunnel in front of her. She heard quick footsteps splashing on the wet floor. Megan recalled one word that Susan had whispered...'monster'.

"God! Someone is coming! Or something!!"

As fast as she could, Megan hid behind a nearby rock and a few seconds later, something show up. It was indeed a monster! A horrible creature that Megan had seen before, in the pit, trapped withing the other creature's jaws.

God! I thought that monster was dead!!

The smell emanating from the fluid that covered Susan's chest was strong enough to disguise Megan's scent. Otherwise the creature would have found her easily. She was hiding way too close.

This time, Megan was able to have a good look at the monster. It walked on two strong legs and instead of arms, it had two long proboscis, extending from each side of its head, ending with a long, sharp, blade-like nail.

Susan was completely unaware that she could die the next second. Her mind was focused on the bliss between her legs and how it reached through her entire body into her stunned brain.

The monster approached Susan, analyzing if she was a suitable meal. The smell coming from the woman and the fluid on her chest was almost unbearable to the creature. A moment later, the monster turned its head to the side and made a sound of disgust, like it was about to throw up. 

Megan observed with incredulity and terror, her heart beating almost out of her chest. Oh God! Please don't kill her!

Judging by the smell and the fact that she was not moving, the monster decided that the potential meal was rotten. The prey was not worthy of being carried back to the nest. It turned around and ran into the tunnel on the right side. 

It is going away, Megan thought, taking a deep breath.

Susan remained for a moment in the same position, the tentacle still protruding from her mouth like an open flower and her ass twitching around the same appendage.

When Megan considered it was safe, she returned to Susan. By then, the tentacle had already retrieved from Susan's mouth back into her body. Megan was trying to understand what just happened... 

Thank God the monster didn't touch her. But why? Maybe it was this substance, Megan rationalized, smearing some of the fluid with her fingers. Megan was a smart girl and quickly began to put things together. The words that Susan whispered earlier started to make sense, "Fungus is safe. Safe from monster." 

Her entire body smells, not only her chest. It is like she bathed in coconut cream or something. This is what she meant when she said that the fungus keeps her safe. This fluid is a monster repellent.

Megan wanted to go away in case the monster decided to come back but she couldn't leave Susan behind. In a way, Susan had just saved her life. She grabbed her arm tightly and pulled Susan away from the fungus. The tentacles started slipping off her body.

"Come on honey, dreaming time is over. It is time to get real and get out of here."

With a loud, slurping sound, one of the fat tentacles vacated her pussy letting gobs of lubricating fluid flush from the tight opening. The other tentacle was still embedded in her ass. It was buried so deep that Megan had to pull a lot farther to let it out.

***

Considering that the monster went into the tunnel on the right, Megan helped Susan to stand up and they followed the tunnel on the left. Anything would be better than encounter that horrible creature again.

"Come on. Let's go this way."

"Fungus is safe," Susan whispered, clearly still unable to think coherently.

After walking for a short time, Megan heard faint noises and it didn't sound too promising. When they got closer to the origin, her worst fears came true. Ahead of them, was a chamber full of two-legged monsters, identical to the one that threatened Susan's life.

"Oh crap! Hide! There are more monsters ahead," Megan said with a hushed voice.

Luckily, the darkness of the tunnel helped the women to remain unnoticed. But instead of hiding, Susan started running back the way they came. Megan ran behind her. They didn't know if the monsters were following them because it was too dark, which made everything even more terrifying. If they were being followed, a painful death was certain!

Oh God! Oh God! I hope they didn't see us! Megan thought in panic, a couple of steps behind Susan.

Susan went straight to the fungus. She stepped onto the mushy platform, straddled its lingering tentacle and began to lower her body. Megan saw this and told her to stop but Susan was too busy whispering her mantra. "Fungus is safe... Fungus is safe..."

"No! Wait! What are you doing?!" Megan asked, looking at Susan, then looking back at the dark tunnel.

Then, within the panic, Megan considered doing the same thing. The monsters could arrive at any second and the fungus would save her life. Then she remembered Susan's state of mind; the woman's brain was broken.

Given these circumstances, Susan's behavior was understandable. Who knows how long she had been trapped in this cave, living in constant terror. She must have become overwhelmed by fear and this weird fungus was the only place where she felt safe. But the price to pay was too high; the tentacles spared her body but took over her mind.

Seeing that Susan was letting the tentacle penetrate her too deep, Megan told her to be careful, "Don't push it that much inside of you. You are going to hurt yourself!"

Susan was not listening. 

Megan hid behind the same rock as before and waited a couple of minutes. The monsters didn't come. At least, it was safe for now.

When Susan moaned loudly and her eyes rolled up, Megan leaned down to confirm that another tentacle was entering the woman's ass. She began to suspect that this fungus had some sort of intelligence, which was not a good sign.

"It is penetrating Susan's ass again and without her help! How did it know that she had another opening to penetrate? This is very creepy."

The fungus, like most of the other creatures in this cave, resembled a plant but it was an animal. It already knew Susan's body and extruded a second tentacle, aiming at her anal entry. Penetrating her pussy was useful for reproduction but penetrating her ass provided easier access to the woman's nervous system and from there, to Susan's brain.

This species had evolved for centuries using human females for reproduction, learning how to increase women libido and reduce their urge to run away. After a while, their human prey could only think about pleasure; feeling the blissful tentacles within their bodies was all that mattered.

Megan heard a squishy sound right beside her and turned her head to see another tentacle emerging from a different section of the fungus. Megan screamed and stepped back before the slimy appendage could touch her.

"Crap! Another one!"

From a safe distance, Megan analyzed the situation. The tentacle danced in front of her, inviting to enjoy its "safety". But Megan had seen the effect it caused on Susan. The woman's mind had been completely overpowered by those massive penetrations and Megan didn't want to end like that.

That thing wants me to sit on it like Susan did but the hell I will! I'd rather take my chances with the two-legged monsters until I find a way out of here.

***

Megan decided to move on. She walked into the pathway on the right, leaving Susan behind. She was alone again and this was the same tunnel taken by the solitary monster that almost killed Susan. Megan's situation was getting worse by the minute. Trying to ignore her increasing fear, Megan thoughts wandered into other things...

The expression in Susan's face was indescribable. She was really enjoying that brutal penetration from both tentacles. Maybe that is not such a bad way to spend your last days.

Megan followed the main passage and investigated all the smaller tunnels but all of them led to nowhere, until she saw a wider chamber ahead. When she arrived, Megan led out a gasp from the bizarre scene displayed in front of her.

"Oh God! What is happening in here?!"

There were several women lying on the chamber's wet floor and even more creatures around them. These creatures were different. They consisted mostly of a huge sac and a large head, from which a long, fat tentacle projected forward. The head also had four small arms that ended with spikes.

The woman closest to the room's entrance had one of these tentacles penetrating her body. 

This poor woman is getting fucked too, like Susan, Megan thought. Then she tried to communicate with her, "Hi. Can you hear me?"

The woman didn't answer and Megan realized that she was, like Susan, in a daze. She also noticed that the creature was injecting something into the woman's legs and her skin was turning slightly green around the puncture.




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Maybe that's why she is unresponsive. She is being drugged.

Megan couldn't prevent screaming out loud when she turned her eyes to the center of the chamber. There was another woman that she didn't notice before because she was completely green, almost like a decaying corpse. The woman was distended and wasn't moving at all. 

"Oh my God! Is that woman dead?!"

Looking more carefully, Megan realized that the woman was alive and breathing. The reason for her bloatedness was an apparent pregnancy. These monsters have injected so much venom in her that she is all green now! And she looks so pregnant!

The thought of being pregnant reminded Megan of herself before giving birth to the maggots. Her pussy stirred involuntarily. Then she cast-off the thought, feeling ashamed.

A guttural sound coming from one of the creatures, returned Megan's attention back to the first woman. There was something moving within the hollow tentacle and it was getting closer to the woman's pussy. Megan considered helping her but she was too afraid.

That tentacle is bulging. Something is sliding inside of it.

As the large bulge reached the woman's crotch and pushed into her body, the woman woke up from her blissful reverie and lifted her upper body with a loud moan. 

Megan got scared by this and jumped back but she quickly returned to the same spot, observing the astonishing event without blinking. From that angle, she couldn't see the girl's crotch but she could imagine that large object expanding her pussy lips and forcing its way in, stretching her vaginal cavity to the limit. Is pushing it inside of her!

An instant later, the woman bent backwards and her entire body began to tremble. She was having an orgasm! Her eyes rolled back as her belly bloated to accommodate the object that the creature was shoving into her. Only her legs remained immobile, seemingly paralyzed by the venom.

She is having an orgasm! Probably the drug is also an aphrodisiac. That could explain it. Megan thought, still trying to find explanations to everything that was happening in the cave.

The woman's climax lasted for a couple of minutes and Megan witnessed every twitch and jolt from the possessed body. Megan thought it was kind of perverted to just sit there and watch the woman's orgasmic convulsions but truthfully it was so fascinating that she couldn't look away.

I wonder what was pushed inside of her belly. Maybe it is a large egg, or an embryo. The creatures in this cave are so weird.

When the woman finally settled down, Megan heard moans from a different section of the chamber. It was the greenish woman.

She is awakening. I feel sorry for her. She is probably in pain.

The woman's moaning didn't sound like she was in pain. It was quite the opposite. Megan noted this when the woman grabbed her breast and waved her hips sensually.

Wow! She is not in pain at all. She actually looks very excited!

The woman jolted a couple of times and threw her head back. Suddenly, a surge of greenish fluid gushed from her pussy.

What? Is she peeing? Or... 

Then, her pussy lips parted and a slimy figure emerged from within. It was some sort of semi-transparent amniotic sac containing an exact tiny replica of the creatures that crowded the room. The woman moaned louder and spread her legs, facilitating the way for her offspring.

Something is coming out of her! She is giving birth!

The process was slow and the woman enjoyed it immensely. She twitched, contorted and screamed in bliss. The woman's stomach appeared to have a life of its own as it churned and pulsated, trying to push the newborn into the world. 

It was difficult to discern if she was having an orgasm because her joyous spasms didn't stop the whole time. Megan witnessed with astonishment as the small creature was expelled bit by bit and the woman's distended belly regained her flatness.

At last, her offspring came completely free of her body and the amniotic sac broke. The woman's climax finally receded and she rested on the wet floor, breathing heavily. Megan watched as the newborn moved, very slowly, contracting and expanding its body like a fat worm.

"This is unbelievable."

The offspring was not even one meter away from its mother when the large monster nearby waved its tentacle a couple of times above the woman's body and then shoved it forcefully into her pussy!

Wow! He is penetrating her! She just gave birth and he is already fucking her! I guess he is going to place another egg or something inside of her like the other creature did with this woman here.

It was obvious that the woman was more than happy to oblige since she lifted her hips to allow an easier and deeper penetration.

Megan remained in the same spot for a while, studying the situation. She could go back and check for tunnels that she missed or she could take her chances running through this chamber and hoping to reach the tunnel at the other side.

These creatures seemed to move very slowly but this can be deceiving. There most be a reason why they were able to capture all these women. Which makes me wonder, why are there so many women in this cave?

Megan concluded that it was better to move forward. She stood up and prepared to run as fast as she could across the room. But at the last instant, she saw movement on the far side of the chamber. Megan lifted her eyes to see a woman approaching her. She moved between the creatures without a worry in her mind.

"Hey! Be careful! These monsters are dangerous!" Megan yelled, trying to warn the woman.

Megan barely finished the sentence when one of the creatures moved its tentacle extremely fast and wrapped it around the woman's waist. Strangely, the woman didn't flinch or screamed. She didn't do anything. She just stood there like a lifeless mannequin. 

"Oh God! They got her!! I have to do something!" Megan said out loud. Then she noticed something attached to the back of the woman's head.

What is that on her hair?

Another creature reached out and moved its tentacle around her body, exploring. It was already familiar with the human anatomy and focused its attention on the spot between her legs. It quickly discovered that she was not a suitable breeder. Her womb was inaccessible.

She also has something between her legs! It looks like a giant worm! Megan thought alarmed, looking at the woman's crotch.

The creature released her shortly afterwards and the woman resumed her robotic walking with not a single gesture on her face. Megan saw this with incredulity and curiosity. Why did the monsters let her go? She hoped this woman could give her some answers. 

The woman didn't seem to notice her at all and Megan had to stand in her path to make her stop. Her faraway, unblinking stare was a little unnerving. 

"Wait! Hi! What is your name? Where are you going?" Megan asked.

Megan quickly realized with disappointment that the woman was even less responsive than Susan. She confirmed that the thing attached to the girl's head was a living creature as it seemed to be breathing. Megan suspected that this creature was manipulating the woman like a puppet.

She touched the mind-controlling parasite and carefully tried to pull it off but it was firmly attached and she didn't want to hurt the woman. What is this thing? This is why she can't see me or hear me. 

Megan moved around the woman's body and found something else... She has another worm in her ass! Her entire body is invaded by parasitic creatures. 

She knelt in front of the woman and looked carefully at the creature in her pussy. Both worms look identical to each other and they had teeth at the end, providing some kind of protection. Megan intuitive mind started to make sense of the woman's 'immunity' to the nearby tentacle-creatures.

This is why the creatures with tentacles let her go. They couldn't penetrate her. This is a clever defense but I am afraid she didn't come up with it by herself.

Then Megan had an idea, Now that she has crossed the room safely, maybe I should remove the worms.

Megan grabbed the spongy worm, making sure to avoid the teeth, and pulled. She became truly amazed by the size of the creature as more and more of it slid out of the woman's body.

"Oh my God! How did you fit all this inside of you?!"

Megan couldn't know that the woman's body was hypersensitive because of the parasite's influence and the simple act of extracting the worm from her pussy made the woman reach a powerful orgasm. Megan looked up at the girl's shivering body and it took her a moment to understand what was happening. The strong spasms within the woman's twitching pussy helped liberate the fat worm.

What?! Is she having an orgasm? Wow! She must be super-horny to cum this fast.

The woman's legs became like rubber after the blissful sensation and she crumbled to her knees. Megan moved back, letting the worm fall to the ground.

When the woman regained her composure, she stayed still, staring at the worm twisting on the floor, waiting for instructions. And the instructions came quickly. The woman grabbed the worm and pushed it back into her pussy. She made it look so easy.

When the worm was all the way in, the woman turned her head looking at the path she would follow. She had a specific destination and she didn't want to delay her arrival any longer. 

Megan decided that it was better not to interfere anymore and see where she was going. There is no point trying to help her. I think I'll just follow her. Maybe she, or the creature controlling her, knows a way out of here.

Megan followed the woman, sometimes in almost complete darkness, and entered a tunnel that she didn't see before. There was something moving in the distance and Megan got scared thinking that it was one of the dangerous two-legged monsters, but when she looked more carefully, she realized that it was something completely different.

What is that?!

This creature was even more strange than the previous monsters. It had a thick ovoil-shaped body with three huge appendages supporting its weight. From the top section of the sac, two smaller tentacles projected forward, ending with something that resembled compounded eyes, like those of an insect. The monster had additional medium-size tentacles in the middle section of its body. Megan counted at least four.

Megan stopped walking at a safe distance while the mind-controlled woman approached the monster until she was only one meter away. The creature aimed its compound eyes at her and they stared at each other for a minute.

Megan saw the woman moving her right hand and then she heard moaning along with a squishy sound. She couldn't see exactly what was going on but it was pretty obvious that the woman was removing the large worm from her pussy.

Now she is removing the worm herself. This is odd.

Then she did the same with the worm in her ass. This time, Megan had a clear view of the slimy creature slithering from the woman's anal entry. The worm was identical to the other one, both in shape and size. Megan wondered how was it possible for the woman to fit such large creatures inside of her.

I wonder if she even knows what she is doing.

The second worm vacated the woman's body and she let it fall to the ground, like she did with the first one. With both worms squirming around her feet, the woman took one step forward and spread her legs. She was offering her body to the large monster.

After all she had seen in the cave during the past hours, this came as no surprise for Megan. Nonetheless, she was still amazed by the total control that the small creature had over the woman's mind. She was indeed a puppet at the mercy of her controller. 

She is offering herself to the monster! 

As one of the tentacles explored between her legs and aimed at the woman's pussy, Megan wondered if the woman was even a little aware that she was about to be penetrated by this hideous creature.

The tentacle moved slowly until it touched the warmth of the woman's pussy lips, then it darted forward penetrating her to the bottom of her hypersensitive cavity. The woman moaned out loud, which made Megan aware of the utter bliss that this provided.

Megan watched a second tentacle circle around the slim body and aim at her ass. She held her breath and covered her own ass as an instinctive reaction.

God! It is going for her anus. She just pulled the worm out of there and now she will take a tentacle. This is crazy.

Inside the woman's head, dozens of microscopic filaments snaked between the folds and crevices of her brain, suppressing every cognizant thought and augmenting the waves of pleasure that traveled from her crotch. When the tentacle started entering her ass, her orgasm was imminent. 

The tentacles penetrated deep into her body, squirming and vibrating, sending a message to the creature attached to the woman's head that she should remain in place and receptive.

The parasitic creature did its best to keep her at the brink of orgasm without letting her finish, so she wouldn't start thrashing again.

The monster's compound eyes detected an additional point of entry in her body and he moved a third tentacle accordingly. The appendage pressed against her lips and entered her mouth, reaching her throat and beyond. The woman gargled as her eyes rolled back.

Megan was mesmerized by the woman's ordeal. She wouldn't dare to come any closer in an attempt to rescue her. At least she knew that the woman was not suffering. Megan just observed as the creature fucked each of her holes for several minutes.

It is fucking her in every hole at the same time. It must be so overwhelming.

A light breeze blowing within the tunnel and between Megan's legs made it evident that her pussy was moistening. She felt ashamed of herself... but kept watching. 

After a short time, the woman's legs started to tremble as a prelude of an unstoppable orgasm. At this moment, not even the mind-controlling parasite could prevent it. She grunted louder as her hips waved back and forth in a chaotic way, and then she exploded in bliss. Her body started shuddering violently while her pussy and anus twitched forcefully around the invading tentacles.

She is coming again! This orgasm is so much stronger than the previous one.

During her orgasm, the parasite couldn't control the woman's body or brain. The same way as before, the woman's legs went weak and she fell limply to the ground. The small mind-controlling creature tried to stop her fall but it was impossible. 

After the orgasmic release diminished and slowly faded away, the woman opened her eyes revealing the same empty stare. The small creature had regained control of her mind. With an almost mechanic move, the woman lifted her torso until she was sitting on the ground. Her arms hung limply by her sides. She stared forward at the creature and waited. New instructions were pouring into her brain and she was doing her best to understand them. Meanwhile, her pussy twitched.

To prevent subsequent falls, the mind-controlling creature kept the woman close to the ground and commanded her to turn onto her hands and knees.

Megan, still at a safe distance, kept watching. She wondered how that little parasite was able to control a human female so utterly but she suspected that chemical induced arousal had something to do with it. 

She is ready for another ravishing. How many orgasms can she endure?

The monster saw the woman moving into position and he did the same, recoiling his tentacles and aiming them like snakes ready to strike.

Deep within her enthralled mind, the woman sensed that something was about to happen; something scary... and wonderful.

The tentacles rammed forward, piercing the woman's pussy and ass once again. But this time it happened simultaneously and with more intensity. The woman screamed! This would have alarmed Megan if she didn't know already that they were screams of pleasure. The woman's lack of thought allowed her entire brain to focus exclusively on the fantastic sensations that radiated from her crotch. One appendage competing with the other for deeper penetration within her tights cavities.

The tentacles began to squirm and twist making it very hard for the woman to stay still but she did, as this was the command that filtered into her mind through her master's microscopic links.

Again, the monster fucked the woman for a while and Megan watched them engrossed. She knew she should be looking for a way out of the cave but she believed she should wait. Maybe this woman, after she was done 'mating', could lead her to the exit.

Wow! He is really giving it to her. I wonder how it feels.

A few minutes later, the creature climaxed, and so did the woman. A squirting sound preceded the gushing white sperm that leaked forcefully from her pussy and ass. 

Megan gasped and her heart jolted upon seeing this, then, inadvertently, her pussy jolted as well.

Megan observed unblinking as large amounts of cum started to spill to the ground and accumulated under the slim shuddering body. The ravished woman's eyes were completely rolled back, displaying her absolute bliss.

The monster's sperm was not only accumulating on the ground but also inside of the woman's body, invading every crevice within her guts until it started to spill from her mouth. Megan gasped again.

God! She is so full of cum that the sperm if coming out of her mouth!

The monster didn't stop. He resumed his rhythmic fucking. The woman slipped forward but was able to keep her ass up and receptive. After watching this and resolving that this ravishing was not ending any time soon, Megan concluded that she had to move on. She looked at the wall behind the creature and confirmed that this tunnel was another dead end, leaving her only one option. 

The only path left is through the chamber with the tentacle monsters.

She considered her next course of action while staring at the greenish worms. Megan already knew what she had to do but her mind desperately searched for an alternative. There was none. She had to use the worms the same way the entranced woman did. I can't believe I am even considering this.

Megan crawled closer to the woman and the monster. She moved very slowly, never taking her eyes off the tentacles, ready to jump back in case the monster tried to grab her.

Wow! The tentacles look so much bigger this close!

Being so close, she was able to hear the squelching sounds of the tentacles squirming within the woman's pussy and her soft moans in response. In some way, Megan found this alluring but tried not the think about it.

Megan grabbed the first worm, careful to avoid its teeth and moved back a little. Then she proceeded to grab the other one. "Got you! Now let's get your brother and get out of here."

****

Megan walked away from the large creature and his enthralled mate and found a spot in a nearby tunnel where two bio-luminescent creatures provided good light. She was carrying a worm in each hand, squishing them slightly and feeling their bodies shift their consistency from hard to soft and vice-versa.

When I pulled them from the woman's pussy they felt rubbery and hard but now they feel softer.

Megan sat on the floor trying to convince herself that it was the only solution. She had to put those worms inside of her. Crossing the tentacle-creatures chamber was the only path left and she needed to protect her cavities.

I have to do this. It is the only way. Be brave Megan. At least they looked clean and well lubricated. 

Megan grabbed the first worm and spread her legs. When she pushed the slimy creature a few centimeters into her pussy, Megan gasped, realizing how excited she was. The images of all those women being ravished by so different creatures still lingered in her mind and more so, their indescribable orgasmic expressions as each of them climaxed over and over.




Labyrinth



But even with this unexpected arousal, the size of the worm seemed just too big for her. "Uugh... You are huge. I'm afraid I won't be as accommodating is your previous host." Megan said to the worm, as if it could understand her.

Sensing the warmth of Megan's cavity, the worm started to churn and twist, trying to anchor itself within the woman's vaginal walls in order to pull the rest of its body inside. Megan moaned loudly from this delightful sensation and felt ashamed afterwards, reminding herself that she was only doing this because there was no other choice.

The pleasurable feeling became too overwhelming and Megan stopped pushing for a moment, trying to calm down. But the spongy creature already had some traction and was determined to pull its entire form inside of her.

"Please be still. Don't go further in.... Ahhh!"

Megan could feel it pulsating, churning and extending its flexible body to occupy every space available. Part of her mind wanted the worm to stop and give her a break but her body wanted something very different. The sensations were so alluring and exciting. She spread her legs wider apart.

A few minutes later, Megan was unable to control herself. The worm was almost as deep as it was within the other woman. Somehow, it had managed to accommodate its large body inside of Megan's belly, making it bulge.

At this moment, Megan had forgotten about the tunnels, the two-legged monsters and everything else. The bliss between her legs was too good to be denied. She knew she was going to cum soon. She was going to reach an orgasm by having a worm inside of her pussy and she didn't care. She was almost there...

Megan stood still for a second before an explosion of lights ignited behind her eyes. Her body jolted in the midst of orgasmic convulsions for the longest time in her life. Her pussy twitched over and over around the creature that provided this bliss, pulling it further in. Megan thought she was going to pass out from utter joy.

But she didn't lose consciousness. One minute later, she was lying on the ground, breathing heavily and trying to gather her thoughts. The shame was coming back. She had climaxed! She pushed a worm in her pussy and she had the strongest orgasm ever.

It was incredible! I didn't know I could cum like that.

She began to understand why all those women had surrendered to the monsters. If their orgasms were as good as hers, it was easy to just give up and keep the pleasure coming.

Megan knelt and looked between her legs. The worm was buried deep and only the segment with teeth was protruding. She thought about its size, knowing that all the rest was now stuffed inside of her. 

This is unbelievable. It fit inside of me. All of it! 

Then Megan looked at the other worm squirming on the ground nearby and her heart jolted, then her pussy twitched as she pictured that creature slipping into her ass.

This time, Megan didn't hesitate that much. She turned around and pushed the tip of the other worm in her anus. Megan felt a hint of pain, but she was too excited to stop.

Will it fit inside of me? Is it possible that both huge worms will fit in my body?

Soon after, she had pushed three segments of the worm inside of her ass and strangely enough, the initial pain started to subside. 

The creature vibrated, massaging her inner walls, enticing her to keep going. All it needed was to get deep enough to do the work by itself. When the fourth segment entered the tight embrace of her rectum, the worm found the anchoring it needed and quickly began to pulsate and squirm, submerging deeper into her body.

Megan felt her belly enlarging as the pleasure increased. She had seen the worm in her pussy working its way in and she knew that the worm in her ass was going to do the same. She felt the flexible creature shifting, enlarging, churning. The sensations were too intense, the pleasure was unbelievable. The bewildered woman reached another powerful orgasm while her body surrendered completely.

From the worm's point of view, the symbiotic relationship was perfect. Megan would provide a safe, warm environment for them and they would provide protection against any intruder trying to fertilize her.

Megan's vaginal and anal muscles were squishing hard around the worms during her orgasmic spasms but this was no problem for the worm's adaptable and flexible bodies. When her orgasm diminished, Megan looked at her crotch with amazement. She never thought that she could do it but she did; two large worms protruding from her pussy and ass like they belonged there.

"Both worms are inside of me! Now there is no way a tentacle-creature will penetrate me."

Megan followed the tunnel that led her to the tentacle-creature's chamber. She had to walk somewhat akimbo, allowing some room for the creatures between her legs, but the friction caused by the motion on her thighs and ass-cheeks still felt incredibly arousing. She believed that she could reach another climax just by walking a little further.

Damned! It feels so weird... and so good.

Megan arrived at the chamber to find everything pretty much as she left it. The "normal" woman was leaning against the wall near the entrance and had the same tentacle in her pussy. The greenish woman was kneeling on the center of the room and was still being ravished by one of the other creatures.

Megan took a deep breath, gathering the nerve to cross the room. She was almost certain that this was going to work but there was always the possibility of failure. If one of the worms would slip from her body, she would be doomed.

Ok Megan, quit stalling and just do it. Here we go...

Megan walked across the chamber and as soon as she was in reach, a monster threw out his tentacle and grabbed her leg with a tight, strong grip. She wasn't going anywhere unless he decided otherwise.

Oh my God! Oh my God! He grabbed me! I have to stay still...

Megan was terrified but she managed to remain immobile, pretending that she was calmed and relaxed, like the enthralled woman did earlier.

A nearby monster retrieved its tentacle from the greenish woman, eliciting a moan of pleasure followed by a whimper of disapproval.

Megan turned her head to see this new tentacle approaching her body and inspecting her crotch. She clenched her pussy and ass, tightening her grip around the worms and securing them inside of her. The combination of fear and pleasure felt strangely exciting and confusing but Megan tried not to think about it.

"You see? Both my holes are occupied so you will have to let me go," Megan said out loud.

After circling her crotch for about a minute, the second tentacle moved away and almost immediately the other tentacle released its grip on Megan's leg.

Yes!! It worked! It is letting me go! 

When she reached the other side of the chamber, Megan looked back with a sense of triumph and satisfaction. At least she didn't feel as helpless as before, even if she had to do something that a few hours ago would have been unthinkable.

Megan saw the greenish woman leaning forward, letting the tentacle plunge back into her body. 

***

Megan continued walking through the unexplored tunnel with the worms still inside of her. She told herself that she was doing it in case she ran into more monsters but the real reason was that it just felt too good. She clenched her pussy and ass with every step and a couple of minutes later, her burning body exploded in another climax. She had to lean on the wall to prevent falling on her knees.

After coming back from heavenly bliss, Megan felt ashamed. She was giving in to her lowest desires in this wasn't right. She should focus her attention on finding a way out of the cave and not in seeking pleasure by keeping creatures in her body.

I have to take the worms out. I can think straight with them inside of me.

Megan proceeded to remove the spongy creatures and as much as she tried, she couldn't avoid moaning loudly when they slipped out of her oversensitive body. She placed the worms on top of a flat rock, hoping that they would remain there in case she needed them later.

"Don't go anywhere guys. Hopefully I won't come back, but who knows."

The woman's pussy was still tingling while the remnants of lubricating fluid dripped down her thighs.

Megan continued her search following the dark tunnels until she saw light ahead. She had learned by now that the bio-luminescent worms attracted other creatures that used their light for mating purposes. 

This time was no exception. Megan found another very pregnant woman being ravished by a monster that looked very similar to the tentacle-creatures except this one had a long, wide neck that ended in some kind of mouth. The woman had her hips inside the open mouth with her legs to either side of it. 

Another one! I don't think this monster is planning to eat her. He's got her pregnant too!

Megan was getting used to this type of scenarios and she got closer with no hesitation. She discovered that there was another tinner tentacle coming from inside the creature's mouth and it was penetrating the woman's body. Megan also noted a few eggs lying on the ground and she quickly came to a conclusion...

"This plant, or animal, must be filling her with eggs!"

Giving in to her curiosity again, Megan touched the woman's pregnant abdomen and corroborated that there were several eggs accommodated inside. Yes. This bumps have to be eggs, like the ones on the ground.

Megan held one egg on her hand while she pictured them inside the young woman's belly. It wasn't as heavy as she thought it would be, yet the egg had a firm consistency. A thin oily layer made it very slippery. She considered helping the woman but she suspected that it was pointless. She decided to move along and investigate further down the tunnel.

I won't even bother trying to talk to her. She looks just like the others. Her mind is completely gone.

Not far ahead, Megan encountered another interesting situation. A woman was standing in the middle of a small chamber holding some kind of rope that hung from the ceiling.

There is another one. This cave is really filled with women. Yet I see no men around.

Looking more carefully, Megan noticed that the 'rope' was really a tentacle, similar to the ones she had seen before, only this hung from a pod attached to the ceiling of the cave. There were many of them spread across the chamber.

She hid behind a rock and watched. The woman lifted the tip of the tentacle up to her face and held it there for a few seconds, like preparing herself. Then, the woman licked the tip of the tentacle briefly before shoving it in her mouth. She pulled it back and forth a few times as if she was sucking a man's cock.

What is she doing? Megan wondered.

Megan couldn't look directly at the woman's face from her location but she appeared to be more awake than the rest of the enthralled women she had encountered so far. Yet seeing her suckling that tentacle was not promising. She has to be mind-controlled to do something like that but I can't see any parasite attached to the back of her head or anything in her pussy.

The woman released her grip on the tentacle but kept it in her mouth. Surprisingly, it started to move on its own, slowly passing between her lips and sinking deeper down her throat. The woman opened her eyes wide and her entire body jolted from to the gag reflex, but she stayed in place. 

Megan, still in her hiding spot, was able to hear a muffled moan of pleasure. She estimated that the tentacle was already half a meter deep inside the woman's body and yet it was still pushing through. The woman's swelled nipples and her eyes rolling back made it obvious that she was extremely excited.

Megan could hear the woman moaning increasingly louder but at the same time, she thought she heard a gurgling sound. She noticed that the woman's belly was starting to bloat when a sudden gush of fluid erupted from her stuffed mouth.

"Oh my God!" Megan exclaimed.

The woman bent forward and quickly grabbed to tentacle with both hands. Then pulled at it forcefully, trying to remove it from her body. Megan was astounded by this. This woman definitely didn't move like she was entralled.

The woman finally pulled to whole tentacle off her body and as expected, more fluid came out. Strangely enough, the woman quickly closed her lips and covered her mouth, like trying to keep all of it inside. 

Don't waste it! The woman exclaimed in her mind.

At the moment, Megan saw a shadow walking behind the woman. It was another creature! It had purple skin that blended perfectly with the darkness of the tunnels but Megan was able to see its shape. This one looked like a human. It made no sound and moved almost like a ghost.

The humanoid grabbed something from the floor. It was an egg. Megan hadn't seen it before but it looked like one of the eggs she just held in her hand moments ago.

While the dark monster devoured the egg with avidity, the woman turned around to faced him. She didn't run or even got scared. She just stood there, looking at it.

What is she doing just standing there?! Run! Megan wanted to scream but she didn't.

When the egg shell was empty, the creature discarded it and focused his attention on the woman. She responded by taking one step closer. The monster grabbed her rudely. It was then when Megan saw his phallus. He was definitely a male and his cock was getting erect fast. 

I think she wants him to fuck her. She can't be doing this willingly. She must enthralled too.

The creature easily lifted the woman from the ground and shoved his phallus into her pussy with a single movement. She threw her head back moaning sensually. It became obvious that she was expecting this; she had been waiting for this creature to fuck her.

Once again, Megan was witnessing another ravishing of a young woman by a monster, although this creature looked less disgusting than all the others. Megan wondered how it would feel to have that purple cock being harshly shoved into her pussy and then she felt an involuntary stir between her legs. With that thought in her mind, she hid a little better, afraid of being seen and probably being ravished. Her pussy fluttered again.

The woman's slim body bounced up and down with each powerful stroke from the monster. Her moans mixed with the squelching sound of the dark, lubricated phallus pumping in and out of her pussy. The minutes passed and Megan noticed something interesting. All the women she had seen in the cave before, reacted somewhat sluggishly and stiffened when stimulated, but this woman seemed more lively. Her emotions reflected a higher level of awareness.

If this was true, then it meant that she was willingly fucking the creature. There must be a powerful reason to do this and Megan got even more curious about the whole situation.

Suddenly, barely ten minutes after he first penetrated her, the creature climaxed. It made no sound but his body went rigid for a second and then his hips jutted forward in rapid spasms, pushing his cock as deep as possible into the woman's body. By the third convulsion, the excess of sperm gushed from between the phallus and the stretched cavity.

He is coming! I hope he goes away afterwards.

After achieving his goal, the dark humanoid released his grip on the woman, letting her slip to the ground. She looked up at him with dreamy eyes and excited breathing. The woman hadn't reached an orgasm yet and she was still very aroused.

The monster took one step back with his cock still dripping sperm. He was preparing to leave when the woman quickly stood up, turned around and bent forward, showing her behind to the humanoid. He stared at her ass for a moment and then his phallus started to get hard again. Megan was still surprised at the woman's actions. She was the one making sexual advances, tempting him to fuck her one more time.

The creature didn't wait for further invitation. He shoved his cock back into her pussy and began pounding her fast and hard. The ravishing lasted longer. Twenty minutes later, they were still mating. His pelvis smashed against her butt-cheeks every time, proving that his entire phallus was being pushed into her body.

The woman's moans started to get a higher pitch, heralding an impending orgasm. It only took a few more strokes and she began quivering from head to toe.

She is coming! Megan thought as she saw the woman orgasmic spasms.

Regardless of her orgasm, the creature continued ramming his cock into her body without mercy and this stimulated the woman even further. Her weakened legs and wild spasms made it difficult for the humanoid to hold on and he started loosing his grip on her waist.

Inevitably, the woman slipped forward landing on the ground. Her body was still shivering and the blissful spasms forced her to expel some of the precious water she had swallowed before. 

Knowing that her job was not done yet, the woman recovered quickly from her climax and knelt in front of the creature. She delicately grabbed his phallus while leaning forward and licked it. Then the woman engulfed the tip of his cock between her lips and gently caressed it with her tongue. She looked up at him with loving and thankful eyes. Food was scarce inside of this cave and his sperm would provide a fine meal.

The monster felt the warmth of her mouth and he liked it. He wanted more! Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled forcefully, shoving most of his long cock down her throat. The woman opened her eyes wide and gagged but at the same time her pussy started twitching from unbridled excitement.

The humanoid fucked her face brutally until he couldn't hold it any longer and discharged his second load of cum directly into her belly.

Feeling his cock throbbing between her lips and the hot fluid gushing within her loins, the woman climaxed as well. At last, the monster pulled back and some of the sperm unavoidably came rushing from the woman's mouth. Everything had been perfect.

Megan looked astonished at the entire scene. She didn't notice that she was breathing deeper than normal and her nipples were hard. She must be completely stuffed with sperm! Both in her pussy and her stomach!

Having climaxed twice, the creature had enough and calmly walked away into the darkness of the tunnel ahead. 

Good! The creature is leaving. Hopefully this woman will make more sense than the others.

The woman stayed in the same place, cleaning the remnants of sperm from her face and licking her fingers clean. She didn't see Megan until she was two meters away; when she looked up, she got scared and covered her breasts. This reaction was a good sign.

"Hi!" Megan said, trying to appear as friendly as possible.

"Oh my God!" the woman exclaimed scared.

Megan confirmed with relief that this woman was fully aware of what was happening. Maybe she could finally get an explanation of how she ended up in this cave or how to get out of it.

After Megan explained what had happened to her so far, she asked the woman about her story...

The woman's name was Kira. She had been inside the cave for a long time, surviving thanks to the water provided by the pod's tentacles and whatever food she could find, like creature's eggs or sperm. 

Kira was excited to explain her feeding process, like she was proud of doing it, "I bring eggs as a gift to the black protector. The ugly two-legged monsters are afraid of him and don't come around here."

"The black protector? You mean the creature that... mated with you?" Megan asked.

"Yes. He comes here for me and for the gift. He also drinks water sometimes. His seed is tasty and healthy. It keeps me strong. He comes every day and sometimes he brings friends. They look just like him."




Labyrinth



Maybe she is being fucked by a different monster every time and she doesn't even know. Megan thought, realizing that the woman was not very smart.

What really mattered to Megan was to know about the cave, "There must be a way out of this place," Megan said, "How come you have been here for so long and haven't found a way out?"

"There is no way out," Kira said, "One day I woke up and I was already here. The Gods are punishing me for being bad."

It came as a big disappointed to learn that Kira came from an uneducated family and believed in the supernatural above everything else, "That is crazy!" Megan said, "We were dragged in somehow. Come with me and help me look around. We will find a way."

"No. The Gods took pity on me and sent the black protectors. They keep me safe until my punishment is over. These tubes provide water. This is my sanctuary." 

Megan was frustrated and angry but she decided not to argue. She wasn't getting any answers here. At least she had found a safe spot within the cave. She decided to move along and followed the same tunnel taken by the dark humanoid.

She explored a few more tunnels but all of them were dead ends. One of the wider tunnels had a hole on the ceiling but it was too dark to see beyond a few meters. Megan started to lose hope.

I can't climb up there. Maybe Kira was right. Maybe we are trapped in here forever! Megan thought, then she remembered something, Wait! There is one more tunnel left to explore.

Megan was thinking about the tunnel beyond the chamber filled with two-legged creatures. That was her last chance and a very risky one.

***

She came back to the pod's chamber and found Kira sleep. This reminded her how tired she was; and thirsty. She was very thirsty.

This tentacle will probably try to go deeper than necessary inside of me but I have to drink some water or I'll die.

She approached one of the hanging appendages and as she touched it gently, the image of Kira with the tentacle buried deeply down her throat popped in her mind. She got scared and decided to drink from the shorter tentacle nearby. 

She put it in her mouth grabbing it tightly, making sure it didn't go too far. But after a while of suckling hard, nothing was happening, The water is not coming out. I am afraid it has to go deeper.

Megan could feel the tentacle moving in her hand, trying to sink deeper down her throat but she was afraid to let go. She didn't want to accept the fact that she had to do it. As soon as she let go of the tentacle, it pushed and penetrated into her esophagus. Immediately after, it started to pulsate and water gushed from the hollow tip.

The astounded woman could feel the appendage vibrating in her mouth, her throat, all the way down to her belly. She could even feel the vibration in her pussy. And just like that, without expecting it, she climaxed.

Within her blissful spasms, Megan lost her balance and crumbled to the ground. The tentacle was still ejecting fluid when it vacated her body a bathed most of face and hair. Then she did the same thing that Kira did before, she covered her mouth to keep the water in. 

Megan was astounded by her sudden orgasm but then she acknowledged that had been very aroused since she had her last climax. There was something about doing all these crazy things that excited her more than she wanted to admit.

After gathering her senses, Megan walked back the same tunnel she used when she first arrived. She had some water on her hand and she noticed that it had very small seeds in it. She began to understand everything that was happening in the cave. The pod provided nutritive water for everyone and the recipients served the purpose of spreading its seeds around. The "pregnant" woman that she found earlier, full with eggs, was also used as a carrier to spread them around. All fauna in the cave used women in their reproductive process. It was still a mystery why they do that.

In any case, this was all irrelevant because Megan was resolved to get out of cave one way or the other; and she had a plan...

***

Megan walked back to the same spot where she left the worms and luckily for her, they were still on the rock. She would never admit it but she was actually excited to "use" the worms again. 

She grabbed one of them and slowly pushed it into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back when it was half way through and she released the creature. Megan let it squirm between her thighs while the worm did the rest of the work by itself. It felt so good.

When she was done with the first one, Megan proceeded to insert the other worm into her ass. Her heart was pounding fast from the anticipation. As expected, the limber creature wiggled inexorably into Megan's body and she relished every second of it.

Then, Megan headed back to the chamber harboring the tentacle-creatures and, having both her holes occupied, she confidently crossed the room. The creatures grabbed her but seeing her condition, released her very quickly. 

Megan secretly enjoyed the thrill of doing it again. "That's right. Get off me. I came prepared."

She stopped for a moment near the captured woman and observed her bulging belly. It had been pure luck that Megan was not in the same situation. If I hadn't seen the woman with the worms before stepping into the room, I might be just like her.

The other woman with greenish skin was nowhere to be seen.

Megan removed the worms and headed directly to the chamber with the fungus. She found Susan still sitting on the tentacles and apparently she was in the middle of an orgasm. Megan's plan was to use the fluid expelled by the fungus to scare away the monsters while she crossed the must dangerous chamber; the one occupied by two-legged creatures. Her goal was to reach the only tunnel left to explore at the other side. 

I guess the only way to get my body impregnated with the fluid, inside and out, is by sitting on it. 

The idea of letting the tentacles penetrate her body sounded a lot less crazy than before, when she first saw Susan sitting on them. She even felt a little excited to do it. Megan stepped forward and straddled the tentacle. She had no idea how the fungus managed to possess Susan's mind but she had to risk it. There was no other way.

I'll have to make sure this creature doesn't fry my brain like it did with hers.

The tentacle sensed her presence and waved slowly between her thighs, always aiming at her crotch. Then, a second tentacle emerged. Megan saw it and gasped, then her pussy twitched. She knew this one was going to penetrate her ass.

Fighting her fear, Megan lowered her body, letting the tentacle enter her pussy. She was ready to jump away the moment she felt something altering her mind. But she felt nothing other than pleasure.

Oh God! It is so thick... but it feels good.

Megan tightened her sphincter when she felt the other tentacle poking at her ass but this didn't stop the penetration. This time Megan felt a little discomfort and seriously considered aborting the plan, but she knew that she had to do this. She would have to endure it.

"God! It is entering my ass! It feels harder and thicker than the worm!"

After the initial shock, Megan's body adjusted to the massive penetration. The tentacles gently squirmed inside of her, providing a subtle pleasure. Megan enjoyed it, but always aware that this could be a trap. She waited in the same position for ten minutes and nothing strange happened with her brain. This was good news. Now she needed to provoke the tentacles to fill her with the monster-repellent fluid. 

Ok, this is starting to feel way too pleasurable. I better move on with the plan.

Following her idea, Megan screamed loudly trying to get the monster's attention. This was a bold, crazy action but not crazier than the things she had experienced so far.

"Hey! Monster! Over here!"

Not even one minute later, she heard footstep approaching the chamber.

The monsters had not yet arrived at the chamber when Megan heard something very scary. An ominous voice began to speak to her. At first, Megan thought that someone else was in the room. Then Megan realized that instead of a voice, it was a feeling, a sensation that she could translate into words and images...

"You are safe here. You belong with us," said the voice.

Oh God! It is speaking to me! Megan thought, realizing that the voice was in her head.

It reverberated inside of her mind and ignited an incredible warmth in her crotch. It was so soothing and reassuring. Megan didn't even notice when the tentacle traveled up her body, reaching for her throat. A moment later, Megan's eyes rolled back while the tentacle emerged from her open mouth. She was barely aware of her surroundings and her pussy was twitching frantically. Megan was climaxing.

Susan was in the same situation, except her brain was already a mushy mass of bliss, always on the verge of orgasm.

Within all this, Megan saw a gray blur moving beside her. The... monster...is here.

A couple of two-legged monsters arrived, attracted by Megan's call. The fungus' repellent fluid already saturated the women's bodies and started dripping onto their chests. 

Megan was vaguely aware that the horrible creature was approaching but this didn't worry her at all. She was safe and she was certain of it. The fungus was protecting her while it made her cum. Megan's pussy twitched even harder while her mind slipped a little further into oblivion.

The monsters inspected the women closely. The prey was not moving and the unbearable smell quickly filled their senses. Both girls were discarded immediately. The two-legged creatures walked away as fast as they arrived, leaving both women shivering. But Megan didn't tremble from fear. She had been climaxing for two minutes and her spasms were not slowing down.

Can't... stop... coming. This is... heaven. 

Maybe the fungus was right. Maybe she belonged here with Him. She was safe. And more than that, He would make her cum endlessly.

With the danger gone, the tentacle began to retract back inside Megan's body. Her orgasm finally receded and this gave her the chance to gather her thoughts. The fungus was still "talking" to her and she was listening. If she payed attention, he would make her cum again very soon.

But deep in the back of Megan's mind, she knew that she was still in danger. She had to do something but she couldn't remember what it was.

Suddenly, it came to her! She had to move away. She was losing her mind. Soon she would become a drooling zombie like Susan. When great effort, Megan convinced herself to lean forward and started pulling her body away from the fungus.

Every centimeter of the tentacle that slipped out of her body, allowed her to think a little more clearly. It took her a while but Megan succeeded and was able to free herself from the fungus' alluring control.

"I did it... This freaking fungus almost had me but I got away." Megan's plan was going well. Her body was now saturated with the monster-repellent fluid and now she could cross the last chamber.

Ten minutes later, Megan was hiding behind a rock, peeking towards the chamber. It was completely filled with two-legged monsters. I'll move slowly. My sweet new smell should repel all those creatures away.

There was no use of waiting any longer. Confident that her plan was going to work, Megan took a deep breath and started crawling forward...

But things didn't go as expected! Just a couple of steps into the chamber, the monsters saw Megan and charged at her. She did her best to remain immobile. At first, the creatures behaved the same way they did before and left her alone, but when she moved just a little, the monsters approached her again and this time they stayed longer, smelling her entire body, checking for "non-rotten" parts.

Megan was scared out of her mind and this time she thought she was dead for sure. She realized that there was no way she could cross the entire chamber. The monsters would know she was alive, therefore, suitable for eating. She had to go back into the darkness of the tunnel.

Moving almost imperceptibly, Megan was able to retrace her steps and get out of view. It took her almost two hours but she made it. She felt tired and defeated. Megan considered going back to the fungus and stay there with Susan. Let it take her mind and erase all her troubles away.

What am I going to do? Megan thought, truly sad and disappointed, but then Megan remembered something that Kira said a few hours ago. There was another solution! 

She walked decisively to put her new plan in motion. Megan inserted the worms into her pussy and ass and crossed the chamber with the tentacle-monsters. Then she removed the worms and walked into the room where she had found the woman bloated with eggs. The creature was still there; the woman was not.

"There is one egg on the floor but it is definitely not enough."

With some vacillation, Megan opened the creature's mouth and placed herself in the same that the "pregnant" woman had been. She was luring the monster to do the same to her. 

For a moment, she was afraid that the creature would close her mouth and crush her, but then she saw the tentacle coming from within and she gasped, both from relief and excitement. "Yes! It is working!"

The hollowed tube moved slowly between her thighs until it reached her pussy. Megan jerked with the cold touch but spread her legs wider. The lubricated appendage pushed her vaginal lips apart and penetrated her deeply.

"Shit! It's appendage is so fat!" Megan said out loud, while a hint of pleasure was already replacing the initial discomfort.

It didn't take long before the first egg traveled the length of the ovipositor, passed between Megan's pussy lips and entered her womb. Megan let out a soft gasp while an image of the other woman's belly, saturated with eggs, popped into her mind. She was going to look like that very soon.

A couple more eggs entered Megan's body, forcing her belly to expand. She knew she should carry as many eggs as possible and there was still had room for more. This made her pussy twitch from a debauched excitement.

Megan had placed herself in this situation and she barely hesitated to do it. The idea of letting all these creatures abuse her was becoming less hideous by the minute. When the third egg was pushed inside of her, Megan climaxed.

Two hours later, Megan lay limply on the ground with a belly that resembled an advanced pregnancy. The tentacle was still embedded in her pussy but it was not pushing eggs any more. The creature had detected that the "carrier" was full.

Uff.. I came like ten times. I need to move away and take a break.

Megan's belly was indeed stuffed with eggs to full capacity. Now she was ready to continue with her new plan. I lost count of how many eggs this creature pushed inside of me but it should be enough.

With much effort, Megan lifted her body and dragged herself backwards until the fat tentacle vacated her pussy. Her body shuddered from this delightful sensation and Megan moaned openly. She had to constantly remind herself that she was doing this because she had no choice, yet was not ashamed anymore of enjoying sex with all these weird creatures.

After resting for a moment, Megan knelt beside the monster. She felt so heavy. She caressed her belly and then pushed a little, testing if it was easy to expel the eggs. She had to tighten her pussy to hold the egg inside as it started to slide down her vaginal cavity. Her theory was right; the creature used females to disperse eggs.

"I never imagined that these eggs would become useful to get out of this place."

After a couple of incorrect turns, Megan found the chamber with the hanging tentacles. Good, Kira is still sleep. I don't want her to see me like this.

Now it was just a matter of waiting.

And she didn't have to wait long. One of the black creatures walked silently into the chamber and approached the tentacles to drink some water. Megan quickly stepped forward and placed one egg on the ground.

But then something unexpected happened, "Holy shit! He is looking right at me and not at the egg."

The monster watched her menacingly and Megan felt a chill run down her spine. She never considered that this monster might attack her. She took a few steps back, slowly, trying not to provoke him. The monster walked towards her and then stopped. He reached down, grabbed the egg from the ground and started drinking its contents.

Megan sighted with relief, "Yes!! Drink it! I have many more gifts for you." Her plan was working. 

She walked towards the next chamber, making sure the dark creature could see her and pushed another egg out of her pussy. Her eyes rolled back from the pleasurable feeling but this wasn't a good time to lose her concentration. She had to stay focused on her plan.

She placed the egg on the ground and waited a moment until the humanoid got closer to eat it.

Megan reached the tentacle-creatures's chamber and placed another egg at the entrance. Then she grabbed one of the worms that were still squirming around and pushed it into her ass. She felt the eggs churning within her womb while the flexible creature accommodate in her rectum. Megan thought that she was going to climax right then and there. But she was aware that her orgasmic contractions might unintentionally push all the eggs out, so with great effort, she was able to suppress it.

I can't cum... I can't cum... I can't cum...Oh God! 

The tentacle-creatures grabbed Megan as she walked by but released her quickly. She placed another egg on the other side of the chamber and waited for her dark friend. When the humanoid crossed the chamber, the other monsters recoiled with obvious fear.

Kira was telling the truth. The other creatures are actually afraid of him.

By the time she reached the fungus chamber, Megan's belly was nearly empty, which was a good thing because she was almost at her destination. Susan was lying limply on the ground with a tentacle in her pussy. Megan looked at her with pity. At least she knew that Susan was not suffering, in fact, she was living in endless bliss.

Finally, Megan arrived at the most dangerous chamber. She expelled the last egg, trying not to moan too loudly and being careful to remain unseen by the two legged-creatures. 

Ok, this is the last egg.

Then she waited for the dark humanoid. This was the moment of truth... I hope he is horny because if he rejects me, I am doomed.

When the dark creature reached for the last egg, Megan stood nearby. She was as scared and nervous as she was aroused. Megan watched him until he was done with the egg, then she turned around and bent forward, the same way Kira had done a while ago. The creature looked at her attentively and his phallus immediately began to enlarge.

Seeing this, Megan gasped with easement and at the same time, her pussy twitched with anticipation. Regardless of her plans, she really wanted him to fuck her. It was odd but the itch between her legs was unbearable.

The creature grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her pussy. It felt cold, harsh... and delightful. And it was just in time because at that very moment, a couple of two-legged monsters arrived. The hideous creatures stopped about two meters away and didn't get any closer. They knew that the dark creature could kill them in a second. They would have to wait until Megan was alone to attack her.

They are not....ufff... getting close. This...ummh...is great! 

Megan saw the monsters keeping their distance and her heart jolted with joy. That wonderful humanoid pounding her pussy so pleasurably was going to be her ticket out of the cave. She moaned louder and tightened her pussy around her lover's cock.




Labyrinth



The humanoid was not grabbing her too tightly so with a sudden move, Megan stepped forward, letting the large cock slide out of her pussy and she knelt one meter ahead. The two-legged monsters also moved forward trying to grab her, but they quickly stepped back as the dark humanoid followed Megan and shove his cock back inside of her.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me across the whole chamber," Megan whispered jubilant.

This new plan was working perfectly. Megan used the same tactic over and over, taking every chance she got to move bit by bit across the chamber, making sure that her lover was always on top of her, protecting her.

The other monsters were always around, searching for a way to grab her, but they never dared getting close enough.

Despite the stressful situation, Megan was feeling more and more excited by the harsh pounding from the humanoid. His fat cock filled her so utterly and he moved so fast. Her orgasm rushed over almost without warning. Her entire body buckled beneath the creature, making her lose control for a moment. But Megan knew that she should recover quickly from this momentary explosion of bliss. Her life depended on it.

The humanoid felt Megan's pussy twitching around his cock and it stimulated him to cum as well. His sperm erupted inside the woman's tight cavity and escaped between both shuddering bodies, spilling to the ground.

Still recovering from her climax, Megan dragged herself a little further and turned around, offering herself to the creature again. Despite his orgasm, she knew that the creature would want to fuck her one more time, the same way he did with Kira.

The creature did just that, plunging his still hard cock back inside of her.

The two-legged monsters circled menacingly around the couple. They were anxious to grab Megan and make a good meal out of her. 

The frantic ravishing continued for a while until Megan was almost at the other side of the chamber. She couldn't see any monsters further down the unexplored tunnel. But she was not there yet. Suddenly, the dark humanoid grabbed her hips, lifted her from the ground and shoved his cock as deep as possible one last time. They both came simultaneously.

At last, the humanoid was done and let Megan slip to the ground. She kept shaking from her orgasm and didn't realize that she was still inside the chamber. She was still in danger! One of the two-legged monsters saw this as an opportunity and attacked! In his desperation to get Megan, the monster was careless and got close to the humanoid; too close...

The humanoid turned his body with a swift move, grabbed the monster's head and flip it over, breaking its neck with a loud crack. The other creatures not only stepped back but most of them started to run the other way. The humanoid had saved Megan's life. 

Megan, still shuddering, looked at the whole scene and quickly stood up, Crap! I better get out of here now!

Megan ran into the only tunnel she hadn't explore. The passage turned to the right, then to the left and suddenly there was light! Sunlight!

"Yes!!! There is the exit! I am free!!"

Megan had found the way out! She got out of the cave and the sunlight blinded her for a moment. But this didn't erase the smile from her face. 

She had to climb down a steep, rocky pathway but she finally made it to the woods below. She recognized the surrounding mountains. Megan was not far from home. After one hour of walking, Megan reached a familiar path and followed it until she saw a huge flower. She suddenly began to remember...

I remember this flower. In fact, this is the last thing I saw before waking up in the cave.

Megan got a bad feeling about it. At that moment, she heard a buzzing nearby and a chill ran down her back. She jumped to the side just in time to avoid the sharp stinger in the flying bug's tail. The last time she heard the same buzzing, she blacked out completely right after.

The bug was huge. Almost twice her size. It didn't care that she wasn't unconscious this time. It grabbed her anyway and carried her through the air. 

"Hey!! Put me down! Let go of me!!"

Megan's questions about how she got into the labyrinth were suddenly answered. This bug had carried her into the cave and now it was taking her back!

At least now I know how to get out of the cave....Wait, this creature is poking my pussy!

The surprised woman felt something thrusting between her legs and looked down to see an ovipositor protruding from the bug's main bulk. The appendage parted her pussy lips and penetrated deep into her pussy. Megan moaned and immediately felt her nipples hardening.

This bug is fucking me in mid air!

Megan couldn't explain it but she was becoming addicted to having sex with weird creatures. They provided such a perverse pleasure. This time was no exception. The ovipositor began to pulsate and Megan felt small bumps passing through her tight cavity and accumulating in her womb.

"I guess this explains the maggots," Megan said out loud.

Not even ten minutes later, Megan could see the mountain and the cave's entrance ahead.

As the bug pushed more and more eggs inside of her body, Megan was thinking about all the things she would have to do again to get out of the cave. She would have to shove giant worms inside of her; let creatures stuff her with eggs; fuck big, strong humanoid; swallow tentacles.

With these thoughts in her mind and one last egg entering her womb, Megan reached another climax.

The end.

Note from the author: There is a graphic version of this story.



Labyrinth Breed



Selene awoke in the depths of the Labyrinth, alone. Exiled by her people and sacrificed to the insatiable appetite of that horrid maze, she and her sisters in suffering were quickly taken by its monstrous denizens. The ambush was quick and decisive, only letting them scream in woe mere moments before it was over. Selene felt the dry sandy stone beneath her bare palms, and shivered beneath the thin veil of her sacrificial dress.

She was alone in a cell, or rather just another cavern in that place. Did the beasts here even know or care about such distinctions? Her eyes adjusted to the only dim, flickering light coming from the main room beyond. The sounds of her compatriots echoed from there -- some groans muffled and suppressed, some wails piercing through the haze, but above all came the distinct sounds of their captors. Deep and inhuman, the bellows of the beasts roared into Selene's dismal room as she stared out at the scene.

The Minotaurs were raping them all.

Great horned hulks crouched in every corner of the room, each with their own prize to fuck. Shaped like men with hooved legs and heads of bulls, the monsters were anything but human. Their huge thick-furred bodies bore down on the frightened women, the younger ones screaming and writhing against their shaggy bulks, the more experienced ones giving in. The cacophony mixed fear and pain with agonizing pleasure, and every bullish monster mated and fucked its helpless prize differently.

A young woman screamed as a Minotaur seized the fleeing woman, and in a swift motion tore apart her dress with its inhuman hand. It grunted and pressed, and impaled the caught woman with its member, its monstrous cock piercing deep into her womanhood. Her eyes rolled and her whole body shook as her silent scream broke into a bloody screech, her suspended body sliding down inch by inch onto its phallus.

Another woman clawed the ground, her back pushed into the dusty earth as her new lover rutted above her. A sound like a man and a bovine combined, the monster grunted each time it slammed its bullish cock into her sensitive folds. Selene could hear the hollow slapping from the doorway, its bare-skinned balls slapping against her abused ass. Her fists clenched in the fur of its chest, pushing against her immoveable rapist with all her might, and cried to the gods to save her. They didn't.

Yet others Selene had never seen before were there too, women whose dirty wild hair and scuffed bodies showed that they were no strangers to the Minotaur. Previous sacrifices, no doubt the ones who survived their ordeal and were kept by those monsters as more than just food or sport, were being mated in much the same way as their newer compatriots. But their eyes frightened Selene the most. A virgin reached out towards just such a woman, pleading with the woman to save her as the bull pressed her tender belly against the stone and ravaged her once innocent body in mighty blows. The woman stared down at her, and crawled slowly to the girl on hands and knees. With her eager eyes staring the wild-haired woman smiled as a grey-furred stud mounted her from behind, and whispered unhearable words to the weeping virgin as she came lewdly in front of the girl.

Selene had to escape. This place would be her death, or worse. The orgy continued in the flickering light of the torches, and only the darkness of the twisting maze stretched beyond them. Somehow she had to make it out, and losing herself again in the ever-changing walls would at least spare her from this new hell. But it was not to be. As she prepared to run, she felt a beast seize her from behind. She bolted, but the great maulish hands seized her body and spun her horrified back toward itself.

Its smell hit her first. Towering above her, the bullish musk instantly filled her nose. Earthy and nigh-fetid, the creature reeked of hot sex. Selene was no stranger to it, but never had she smelled anything so utterly male in her life before. Its black eyes shimmered red in the fires beyond, and its midnight fur hung like heavy moss from its titanic body. Into the main room it carried her, ignoring the kicking and thrashing Selene threw against it -- no, rather it held her aloft as if entertained by her fighting spirit.

In the room the din of torment and rapture rose in clarity, just as the visage of her captor did. Its muzzle bore countless scars and marks of battle, a veteran master of the maze who had no doubt slain countless heroes undaunted. A chest forged by war both with humans and with beasts followed into its hard abdomen and settled on haunches thick as oaks. Between its legs hung its bullish member, black as coal with a flared fleshy head, swaying more than halfway down to its bent knees. Selene breathed in its foul breath, and she knew right then she had no way to run any longer.

Her dress was no protection for her. The bull caught the shoulder of it with its sharpened horn and tore it from her chest with a simple flick. The tattered skirt clung around her waist, and bare-breasted Selene couldn't help but welcome its hot breath warming her chilled skin. It grasped her torso, thumbing over her modest tit nearly completely just with that single digit. The pads of its fingers were coarse, yet softer than the matted fur covering the rest of its shaggy body. The beast grunted and pushed Selene against the stone wall, pinning her and pawing over her helpless body.

This was no foreplay. It petted down her form as if inspecting her, like a farmer assessing the health of his cattle. The irony only made its touch all the more humiliating to her, and despite herself she moistened its fingers when they spread her legs. She was getting wet for this beast's touch. It was due to its cock, now half-erect and dragging along her inner thigh. Like the softest leather it stalked up her smooth skin as its core hardened like bone. The room overflowed with the evidence of what such a weapon would do to a woman. Their gaping, ruined pussies stretched open beyond what they were meant for, gushing out torrents of monstrous spunk that flooded the stone floor in thick creamy pools. The virgins bled, and many others besides, from those bullish cocks. And now Selene would too.

The head met her moist lips, and the beast snorted as Selene's pussy drool ran down its cock. She turned her face away from it, denying her own body's betrayal, but her heart beat faster still. The crowned cockhead burned against her skin, and she trembled thinking of it pushing inside her. Knowing that it would. Her eyes snapped open as it stepped forward and thrusted into her.

Pain lanced through her very core. The cock was not meant for human women -- a bullish cock meant only to mate with beasts of the field. But the Minotaur lusted for only her flesh, her human pussy, a pussy that stained and stretched to its limit simply to endure the first push of its insatiable bulk. Selene found her gripping its fur and pushing away, her knees coming up against its hard abs to assist just like countless girls before her, and found she could not escape. The bull pushed, and she could only yield and scream as it ruined her tight cunt, inch by inch. 

After an eternity it seemed, she felt it begin to fuck her. Not even half inside her and still the beast stretched her beyond anything she'd ever felt before. Its thickness strained her while the sliding veined piston teased every ridge and wall of her pussy. The pain persisted, especially when its hips jerked up and forced another half an inch into her belly. Every time it pulled out she felt only emptiness in its wake, a relief soon snuffed out by its inevitable rough return. It grunted low fucking her, and she tried to bite back the gasps and moans as the beast had its way with her.

Selene opened her eyes, half disbelieving she was being mated by this horrid beast. Her whole body pushed up whenever it bottomed out in her, and more and more of its cock forced her pussy wider still. Delirious with a pain like giving birth, she felt with horror the stirrings of a new pain -- the realization of a deep and growing pleasure she'd never felt before. This monster was raping her, fucking her, and her traitorous body was beginning to like it!

She refused as best she could, but found herself clinging to the beast instead of pushing it away. Her petite hands wrapped around its heaving chest, holding onto its coarse fur on either side as it rutted into her tight human cunt. She looked out over its broad shoulder and her eyes fell onto a bestial mating beyond the depravity of the others. Another former sacrifice rode atop a white-maned bull, head rolled back in the throes of ecstasy and mouth agape in a throaty howl. She was cumming for the beast, her pale pussy stretched taut over the bullish cock buried deep in her tight belly. Her tight, round belly.

Selene gasped. The woman was pregnant. She was pregnant from one of these monsters. A Minotaur had fucked her and impregnated her with its bestial seed. And now Selene saw countless women, all wild-haired and in various positions all around the room, sporting similar bumps -- some small and barely showing, and others huge and hanging low. The beasts were not just raping them for sport, Selene realized. The bulls were breeding them, and now she was being bred too.

Selene screamed as the bull rammed her cervix, hard. The Minotaur had reached her end, and still thrust more of its cock into her. Her tight pussy spasmed and quaked around the invader, twitching from the horror and pain of her dark revelation. But more than that, her pussy gushed its cum over the monster's pulsing member. No man had fucked her for more than just pleasure, to accomplish more than just getting off and basking in his manly release. But this beast, this monster, was pure instinct and desire. It chose her to feed its primal hunger. It plunged its cock into her human belly to fill the void in her womb. It would inseminate her to satisfy its ultimate purpose: To breed more monsters inside her fertile belly.

A wild terror seized Selene at the thought of bearing its hellish spawn inside her, to know that a beast more manly than any man and inhuman beyond compare would own her body completely. The cock rammed against her cervix, and she felt herself succumbing. Its heavy balls slapped against her ass, like two ripe plums beating against her firm flesh. Their beat fixated her. The Minotaur pounded her faster, pressing her so hard against the stone wall the monster nearly crushed her. Every hard-fought breath became a moan, and her legs wrapped around its wildly rutting waist.

The others may have seen her, biting down on the monster's black-furred shoulder and crying out so lewdly, wrapping her legs and arms around it like she would a lover. The horror and terror of bearing as her firstborn a monster just like her rapist thrilled her body like nothing before. She gave in, crying out for all the room to hear her unholy wish: Her wish to become a Minotaur's breeding bitch.

The Minotaur granted it. With a bellow like both man and bull, it forced open the gates of her womb and unleashed its potent load. Her belly stretched at the force of it. Already the outline of its massive member distending her flat midsection, but every pulse dumped more cum into her than her most virile lovers could in a month. It jerked, forcing its fertile sperm deeper into her, blasting her overstretched cunt so full she felt streams of it spurting out along her thighs. Her bull didn't stop for ten, fifteen, twenty pulses before she lost count, lost in the earth-shattering orgasm its burning cum unleashed within her. By the time it let up she had experienced three orgasms, each rolling into the next, and it dropped her quivering body to the floor.

Its cock hung low again, the flared head still oozing fertile jizz onto the stones before her glazed-over eyes. Her pussy spasmed still, gulping up the copious load now flooding from her stretched hole. Her once tight flower now gaped wide, stretched beyond hope by her rapist bull's raging cock. She knew the beast had ruined her right then, and more than just her pussy. The warmth in her belly would not subside as her greedy womb drowned itself in its fertile sperm, and she knew its bullish seed would find purchase inside her -- or already had.

The world darkened as Selene felt the full extent of her own fatigue. The black-furred Minotaur shook out the final gushes of its spunk onto her collapsed body, sprinkling droplets like heavy rain over every inch of her defiled form. Satisfied, the beast walked away and left her to soak in its virile slime. The orgy continued to rage around her, and dimly she wondered how many times she would succumb to the beastmen before she began to look like the former sacrifices - pleasure-stricken and wild in their new lives as the human breeding stock of the Minotaurs.

She couldn't know when, but she knew it would be soon.



Labyrinth of Lust



The flyer read, "Where will you be October 31st? Cum one, cum all to 'The Labyrinth of Lust.' Do you dare enter the labyrinth and risk facing the Minotaur of Desire or his seductress? All over 21 are welcome. Must be in full costume to enter. Spend an erotic Halloween in the labyrinth making your fantasies a reality, and your reality a fantasy."

Yvonne Tyler read the flyer several times to herself. In the center was a picture of a Minotaur from Greek mythology next to an image of Medusa and her hair of snakes. She was sitting at the dining room table of her friend Kelly Jameson, having drinks with Suzie Roberts and Heaven Carter. It was their usual Saturday night "book club" meeting where they'd have drinks, talk about the latest book they read, and vent about their lives.

"So, what is it exactly?" asked Yvonne.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Kelly. "I forgot you weren't here last year."

"It's an annual Halloween tradition here," said Suzie.

"It's lots of fun," said Heaven.

"So what is it?" asked Yvonne.

"It's kinda like a carnival but sexier," said Heaven.

"Look," began Kelly, "out at the edge of town in that huge vacant field they build a huge labyrinth and hidden inside, so they claim, is the Minotaur."

"Actually, it's supposed to be two. One male, one female," said Suzie.

"Right," continued Kelly. "So, we all go in and if the Minotaur finds you, then you're his or her sex slave for the night."

"HIS WHAT?" exclaimed Yvonne.

Everyone laughed. "There is no Minotaur. It's just an excuse for a giant orgy," said Suzie.

"I've never known anyone who has ever met the so-called Minotaur, even the ones who spent all night in the labyrinth. They just say they either got caught up watching performers fuck or ended up fucking someone," explained Heaven.

"What performers?" asked Yvonne.

"Oh, I keep forgetting you're new to town," said Heaven.

"The Labyrinth of Lust gets its name because there are live sex shows," said Kelly.

"That's why it's held on the edge of town," interrupted Suzie. "It started off as a ritual for a fruitful harvest and healthy children."

Kelly shot Suzie an angry stare, then said "The story goes that one year the townsfolk didn't put up the Labyrinth because some religious zealots said it was an abomination to have such a festival. Then the town had the worst winter in recorded history. All the babies born that year either died in childbirth, were stillborn, or only lived a few days. That is, those that made it full term. Several women reported suffering miscarriages. Then all the crops were destroyed by bad weather and pests. The town nearly starved."

Yvonne sat wide-eyed listening to every word. "What happened?"

"Well," continued Kelly, "they spent the summer building a new and bigger Labyrinth and swore they'd never ignore the tradition of the Labyrinth ever again. The following year the town had a mini baby boom and more successful crops than ever before."

"What happened to the religious zealots?" asked Yvonne.

"No one really knows," said Suzie. "Some say they were run out of town. Others say they were eaten to keep the town alive. Some claim they became the first two Minotaurs after the return of the Labyrinth."

"What we do know is the Labyrinth is a lot of fun and the one night a year you can fuck whomever you want," said Heaven. "That's why the costumes, so you don't know who you're fucking. If you get pregnant, which rarely happens, it's usually a prearranged fuck. Besides, no man would dare ask for a paternity test as he might find out not only who his wife fucked, but whom he fucked in return."

"Doesn't it cause problems?" asked Yvonne.

"Only with outsiders," said Kelly in a stern voice. "If they start questioning the purpose of the Labyrinth, refusing to participate, or trying to prevent anyone from entering."

Yvonne shivered. "I didn't mean-"

Kelly laughed. "I'm just teasing you Yvonne! No one is forced to enter or fuck. It's only one night and the whole thing is torn down the next morning."

"Why?" asked Yvonne.

"Well," said Suzie, "the field is owned by a local farmer who needs the space for his crops. It's believed to be the land of the family who brought the so-called Minotaur to our community."

"And leaving the labyrinth up causes problems with outsiders who don't understand our customs," said Heaven.

"Outsiders who don't adapt don't stay long," said Kelly in that same stern tone as before. "You won't be like that here will you Vonn?"

"N-n-no," stammered Yvonne.

Kelly put her hand over Yvonne's and said, "I knew we could count on you."

*~*~*

The next day, after Yvonne opened the bookstore, she was still staring at the flyer the girls had given her. The stories they shared scared her more than anything and she was starting to regret taking this position. She had wanted to be the manager of her own store for years, and though she was the most qualified, she had been passed over several times until this site came available. Now she started to think she was sent here to either keep this location open or to force her out. The bell at the door rang as Cindy, the only employee who didn't quit when she took over, entered to start her shift. Cindy was a bubbly brunette with large, light brown eyes, and an amazingly curvy body. She was also an avid reader like Yvonne, and knew how to sell the slower-moving books. Yvonne was grooming Cindy to be her assistant manager.

"Good morning boss!" sang out Cindy.

"Good morning Cindy," said Yvonne.

Cindy walked up and saw the flyer. "Oh damn, is it October already?"

Yvonne glanced down at the flyer and blushed. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"So are you going?"

"Going?"

"To the labyrinth," said Cindy in an excited tone.

"Um... well... I um."

"Yvonne," said Cindy in a softer tone, "what have you been told about our labyrinth?"

"That it's an excuse for a town orgy."

Cindy laughed. "Well, that part is kinda true. But it's so much more. It's a ritual to ensure prosperity to our town while having a night of unadulterated sexy fun."

Yvonne looked down at the flyer. "What can you tell me about it?"

Cindy smiled. "More than most. Can I let you in on a little secret?"

"Cindy," said Yvonne, "you can tell me anything. You know that."

"But are you willing to not tell that catty bunch of girls you've been hanging out with?"

Yvonne knew Kelly, Suzie, and Heaven were a bit forceful, but didn't see them as catty. Then she thought about how poorly they treated Cindy, even though Cindy was a nice person and in Yvonne's eyes, one of the hardest working employees she'd ever known. "I'm guessing you're not a big fan of theirs."

"It's stupid, I'll admit," said Cindy, "but let's just say we have never been friends. It started in high school and I guess on some level it continues. Perhaps they were jealous of my Greek ancestry."

"I didn't know you were Greek."

"I don't advertise it, but someone in my family owns the land where the labyrinth will sit."

Yvonne gasped. "Look, I'm not sure what history you have with the gals in my book club, but I do know you're the best employee I've ever had. I also know that after what I've been told about this so-called labyrinth, I'm thinking I made a huge fucking mistake moving to this town."

Cindy looked around, then said softly, "If you promise to keep what I tell you a secret, I'll tell you all I know about the labyrinth after work today. I swear it."

The bell on the store's door rang and Yvonne whispered, "Deal," then walked up to the customer and said, "Hello, what can I help you find today?"

The day progressed as normal and after the store was closed and locked, Cindy and Yvonne sat in the office filling out their daily paperwork and counting the cash for the night's deposit. "So," said Yvonne as she signed the deposit slip. "You promised me an explanation."

Cindy put her report in the file cabinet and said, "Did your friends tell you about the Minotaur?"

"They said it wasn't real."

Cindy laughed. "Figures."

"What?"

"Those girls said that for a reason. Let me clue you in. There are a few rules that only a tiny handful know in regards to the labyrinth. To begin with, the Minotaur is real. Not real in the sense of the mythological creature, but a real man in a Minotaur costume. There is a secret committee that selects the most, um," Cindy paused, then giggled.

"The most what?"

"Well-endowed eligible bachelor."

"As in?"

"The guy with the biggest cock."

Yvonne blushed, then giggled. "You're kidding."

"Nope. Every year a different man is chosen. His identity is kept a secret but we do have a way to make sure it's not the same man year after year. Anyway, the man selected can tell no one he's the Minotaur until Halloween night. Then, he makes his selection and the rest is between him and his mate. Now, there is a female chosen as well, she's usually pretty and curvy. A lot like you are, if you don't mind me saying. She too picks a guy to fuck, though often she spends the night with the guy she's dating. Finding a single woman to fuck random men is a bit tougher, but every so often they find a single gal. Most people end up fucking whomever they come across. Did they tell you about the live sex shows?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the performers you've heard about volunteer. Most come back year after year. Some are rumored to be a former Minotaur and his partner, the one he met the night in the labyrinth. Now, this I can't be too sure about. What I can tell you is this. Both the Minotaur and his partner for the night must keep their identity a secret or risk forever being banned from the labyrinth. Trust me, the few who tempted this rule no longer live here."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That whoever the Minotaur is, and whomever he fucks, can't tell anyone, not even their closest friends or family."

"And the members of the secret committee?"

"They wear masks and hide their identity so the man selected has no idea who they are either. It's kinda complicated but I assure you, to be picked by the committee or the Minotaur or the seductress is a high honor. Trust me."

Though she hadn't said it directly, Yvonne felt Cindy was talking from personal experience. "You can't really tell me much more can you?" asked Yvonne.

"I can tell you that you all those who enter respect the wishes of their partner. We all understand that 'no,' means 'no.' You won't be forced to do anything you don't want to do. I swear it."

Yvonne smiled. "So, what do you suggest I wear for that night?"

Cindy smiled. "I'm sure that catty bunch can help you more than I can, but if you're really stuck for an idea, I've got a few."

*~*~*

Halloween night everyone gathered in the large field on the edge of town. Yvonne fidgeted nervously with the skirt of her costume. She decided on a sexy "Dorothy" from the Wizard of Oz with a short blue gingham dress, white petticoats underneath, and her sexiest white thong panties. The white thigh-high stockings with lace around the top that attached to the strapless, white merry widow bodice fit her curvy form perfectly. The white shoulder-less blouse with the white partial sleeves around her arms rested just above the base of the dress, and the blue gingham straps of the dress went over her shoulders. The silver heels were the perfect accent to her costume as they were truer to the book, and not the movie. Her blonde hair was hidden underneath the long, brown wig with the two long braids in them that went down to the small of her back. The girls had helped Yvonne with her make-up to make her blue eyes pop, and around her neck she wore a small dog collar with a tag that said "Toto."

"You sure look good," said Kelly as she, Suzie, and Heaven walked up.

Yvonne smiled nervously and said, "You should know since you helped me get dressed."

Kelly wore a sexy Red Riding Hood with a red velvet dress, red hood, and red boots up past her knees. Suzie was a sexy witch in a black mini dress and 5" stiletto heels. Heaven was a sexy angel with low-cut dress, wings, white fishnet stockings, and white heels. Yvonne could easily see they were all braless, something they tried to talk her into as well. "Are you ready for tonight?" asked Suzie.

"No," said Yvonne. "But I promise not to make any trouble."

They all laughed. "You'll have fun," said Heaven. "And if you want out, just find an exit sign and you can escape."

"Now come on," said Kelly, "let's get up there so we can hear the annual instructions."

"Instructions?" asked Yvonne.

"Just part of the tradition," said Kelly. "You pretty much know all you need to know already."

The four friends walked toward the entrance and saw the small stage. While they waited, Yvonne's mind wandered back to how she came to know these bawdy women and how she came to be in this odd town. She was offered a job running a local branch of the bookstore chain she had been working for, but it required her to move from the only home she'd ever known to this strange little Gomorrah. The previous manager left late the previous year in early November without warning, and Yvonne was the most qualified person to take the job. She didn't want to move so close to the holidays, but with her recent break-up, a fresh start seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.

Yvonne met Kelly and the girls one day shortly after she started. She was setting up a new display of the latest erotic trilogy and the publisher had even included some props to help promote the books. Just as she set the final prop in place she heard, "I thought this was a book store not a porn shop."

Yvonne turned to see the three women standing behind her. The middle one was tall, slender, with dark brown hair, almond eyes, and light brown complexion. Her suit seemed tailored-made for her curvy shape. The woman to her left was shorter, dark skinned, black curly hair, and not nearly as voluptuous. The woman to her right was a nearly flat-chested redhead with green eyes and freckles. All three were wearing business suits and had that air of expensive and elegance.

"New book series," said Yvonne. "The publisher sent the props hoping it would boost sales. They say it's the next '50 Shades' but personally, I think it's better."

The middle woman smiled and said, "I like the sound of that, but I hope you're not just saying that to get me to buy it."

"No," said Yvonne. "I never recommend a book I don't like. It's why I was the top salesgirl three years in a row and how I made management so fast."

"Is that what brings you here?" asked the woman on the left.

"That and the old manager left without warning," said Yvonne. "I'm Yvonne Tyler, by the way."

"I'm Kelly, this is Heaven and Suzie," said the woman in the middle pointing to the women to her left then right.

Yvonne extended her hand, "Nice to meet you ladies."

They shook her hand and proceeded to talk books. It was then the girls invited Yvonne to their Saturday book club and read the new book Yvonne recommended that week. It was how their friendship grew so quickly. Now, tonight, that friendship was being somewhat tested for Yvonne. She didn't know if her friends were setting her up for a prank or if this labyrinth was for real. They reached the staging area where the other costumed guests gathered. Though most didn't know who was who, Yvonne couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. Yet, when she looked around she couldn't see anyone staring at her.

The crowd grew larger; everyone was wearing a costume. Yvonne began to wonder what was going to happen next. Though it wasn't cold, she felt goose bumps on her skin and trembled slightly. She couldn't shake the fear that gripped her about being some stranger's fuck toy.

Kelly stepped up and said, "I've got an idea. If you are lucky enough to get fucked tonight, we want proof."

"Proof?" asked Yvonne. "Like what? His costume?"

"No," said Kelly, "too easy to fake."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A hickey."

"A what?" questioned Yvonne.

"Look," said Kelly, "I like you a lot, and I'd like you to stick around. But see, if you think this is some kind of fucking joke and treat it as such, you won't last long here."

"I'm fucking here aren't I?" snapped Yvonne.

"Yeah," said Suzie, "but others have been as well."

"And we've really grown fond of you," said Heaven.

"So," said Kelly, "if you get lucky, have him or her give you a hickey. Don't worry, it won't be that difficult."

"I don't like hickeys," said Yvonne. "They're for teenagers and I'm no teenager."

"Just have it put somewhere that can be hidden easily," said Suzie.

"Like the back of your neck," said Heaven.

"Yeah," said Kelly, "Heaven's right. Then your hair will cover it."

Yvonne looked at her three friends. They were the first to accept her when she moved here, and for the most part, were her only friends. She knew if she was forced out of town, she'd lose more than just her job. "Fine," she sighed, "if I get lucky I'll have whoever I fuck give me a hickey. But no promises on where."

Kelly smiled. "Atta girl Vonn! I knew you were one of us."

Yvonne was beginning to wonder what she had gotten herself into with these ladies. Her stomach twisted and she debated if she wanted to just say, 'Fuck it,' and run to her car when a voice boomed across the crowd, "Gather round! Gather round! Gather round!"

The crowd grew quiet as a man dressed in a sparkly mini-dress stepped out onto the stage. Yvonne giggled as she thought he looked pretty good in drag and was impressed he wore the dress better than many women could. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Labyrinth of Lust. A few quick reminders before we start. First off, those who choose to enter the labyrinth do so of their own free will. Second, no means no. If someone says 'no,' you need to move on. Third, you must maintain your costume from the neck up as best as possible. Anonymity is key to the labyrinth. Now, let's take a moment and reflect on why the labyrinth is so important. Come with me back in time to when our little town was first established... to when a young Greek family came here with a secret to help the town become prosperous."

A young man wearing a toga stepped out on the stage and said, "Greetings. I am Adonis and I have the secret to bringing your crops to yield better than you can imagine and guarantee you healthy children."

Several more people joined him on stage as they acted out the early days of the town and how it prospered. Then came the two religious zealots. "This labyrinth is an abomination to God!"

"You will all burn in hell!"

"And so," the emcee from the beginning said, "the town held no labyrinth that Halloween and a great cry was heard."

There was a sound of weeping women. "My child!"

"My crops!" cried a man.

"My family is starving!"

"Kill the zealots!"

"Make them face the Minotaur!"

"Make them become the Minotaur!"

"It's difficult to say what really happened to the zealots," said the emcee. "But after that dreadful year, we never neglected the labyrinth again. And so tonight friends, we gather here to continue the tradition and keep our town prosperous and healthy. Once you enter the labyrinth, you are free to wander. You may fuck whomever you wish as long as they agree. You are to keep your identify a secret. At sunrise, we will release you all. What happens in the labyrinth, stays in the labyrinth. With that said, prepare to meet the Minotaur or his seductress, and enjoy your magical night."

"Sunrise?" asked Yvonne.

"Well yeah," said Suzie. "Didn't we tell ya?"

"Ugh... no. You said I could leave when I wanted."

"Oh," said Suzie. "Oops."

"If you find an exit, then yes you can leave early," said Kelly.

"Not to worry," said Heaven, "the town basically closes down tomorrow. Kind of a post Halloween and labyrinth rest."




Labyrinth of Lust



"We all resume our normal lives on the second," said Kelly. "Any major corporations that open a business here know that it's a town holiday and that we require they must be closed or they can't open here."

"So I won't lose my job then?"

"No silly," said Kelly. "We may be sexual freaks, but we aren't cruel. Come on, let's get in line."

The girls moved toward the one of the many entrances of the labyrinth and waited. Periodically they saw someone removed from the line and taken away. Yvonne was curious about this, but figured it was for a reason. While waiting, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched as before. She looked around and saw different costumed people chatting and occasionally looking her way, but no one was staring at her.

A woman wearing a low-cut French maid costume stepped up, took Yvonne's hand and said, "Come with me please."

"Why?"

"You've been selected to use a different entrance," said the French maid.

"Go on," said Kelly, "they pick people at random all the time to mix things up inside."

"Oh, okay," said Yvonne as she began following the French maid.

Yvonne was led around the back of the labyrinth were other people had been taken and the maid handed her a button that said 'Labyrinth of Lust.' "Put this on," said the maid.

"Why?"

"Everyone who enters gets one," she said.

"Oh," said Yvonne as she pinned the button on.

The maid reached up and soon the button lit up and began to blink. "This is just so you can be seen by others later on. Some areas get a bit dark. Plus, it adds to the fun."

Yvonne smiled and said, "Thanks."

The maid stopped at an unmarked door and told Yvonne to enter. Yvonne hesitated for a moment then stepped in. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim lights and focus on what she was seeing. Along the walls she saw an assortment of ladies panties and men's underwear on the wall of the hallway. She noticed a faint smell of laundry soap and fabric softener.

"Oh yeah," said the maid. "Would you mind taking off your panties?"

"Why?"

"It adds to the sexiness of the event. These are from those who have been brought in though this entrance. Most of the women are without their panties and those men who could remove their boxers without it affecting their costume removed them as well. It's just a bit of whimsical fun. Those black lacy ones there are mine."

The maid pointed to a pair hanging on the wall.

"At least they're clean," she whispered to herself as she removed them carefully and handed them to the maid. "Will I ever get them back?"

"You can try, but often they are used in future labyrinth decorations. Don't worry, they aren't worn again."

"That's good to know," said Yvonne. "So what now?"

The maid pinned Yvonne's panties to the wall, then giggled. "Now, you have fun."

The maid stepped back out and closed the door. Yvonne realized quickly there was no way to open the door from the inside. The corridor walls, ceiling, and floors were painted a non-reflective, dark charcoal gray, almost black, and the corridors were weakly illuminated by small bulbs every twenty feet or so in the ceiling. Only her button provided any additional light, and it didn't provide much. She walked to the end of the hallway where she found a passageway that went off to her left and right, and a mirrored wall before her. She heard a strange sound off to the left and decided to investigate. She wandered down and the sound became more distinct. It was the sound of a whip cracking. After a few more yards she found a large glass window. Behind it was a man tied to what looked like a saw horse with only a leather hood and thong on, and a woman wearing a leather bustier and mask was whipping him and screaming, "Say it!"

With each blow the man cried out and said, "More Mistress! Give me more!"

At first Yvonne was horrified until she realized the man's back only had a few red marks and nothing serious. The whip was more noise than anything else. "Beg me slave!"

"I want you to fuck me Mistress!"

"You can do better than that!" she screamed and struck him again.

"I want you to fuck my ass with your huge cock Mistress!"

It was then Yvonne noticed the huge black rubber cock attached to the woman's costume. She also watched the woman smear a clear gel on the cock and walk up as she cracked the whip a few more times. She pulled the thong off the man and slapped his ass hard saying, "Good slave. Now you will be rewarded."

The woman slid the huge cock into the man's ass and he groaned, "Yes Mistress! Fuck my ass with your cock please!"

It only took the woman a few pumps before the entire cock was buried deep within the man's ass. The woman continued to crack the whip but never hit him. Yvonne decided to move on, though she was surprised how aroused this scene made her feel.

'Too many BDSM books,' she thought to herself.

She followed the corridor a few more yards to its end, then turned right. She walked along for a bit then saw another window like before. This time there was a woman kneeling before a naked man wearing what appeared to be a leather hood. The woman's hands were bound behind her back, and except for the mask on her face, she was completely naked. The man's cock was semi-hard and he put it into the woman's mouth. She didn't hesitate to take the slowly growing member, and to Yvonne's shock, she took the entire thing until her chin hit his balls and her face was pressed against his stomach.

The man moaned as he thrust and fucked the woman's mouth. Yvonne could hear the slurping sounds and could see the faint rise in the woman's neck as the man's cock began to enter her throat. Yvonne gasped as she watched the man begin to fuck the woman's mouth the way he might her pussy or ass. Aside from a few porn videos she'd seen, she'd never actually seen a real woman actually deep throat a man's cock, or even thought it was possible.

Just as before, Yvonne found this scene erotic and arousing as her nipples began to harden. The man reached down, holding the woman's hair, ramming his cock down her throat until he gave a rather primal growl and the woman moaned. He pulled his cock out and smiled as the woman opened her mouth and showed the white cream of the man's cum in her mouth.

"Good girl," he said smiling. "You may swallow now."

The woman swallowed her prize and said, "Thank you master for my reward."

Yvonne shook her head and walked on. She thought about all the books and stories she had read that seemed to echo these scenes. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't seem to notice her path would only take her deeper into the labyrinth. She saw men fucking women in an assortment of positions, and each time she'd feel her nipples harden, her pussy dampen, and her heart race. She also noticed the faint aroma of her own arousal. Though she could hear the performers talk and fuck, when she was alone, she could hear the sound of her shoes on the floor mixed with the occasional scream. She wasn't sure if they were screams of pleasure or fear.

As Yvonne continued walking, on the other side of the wall, she heard what sounded like the rattling of heavy chains and the cries of someone who sounded like they were being beaten within an inch of their life. She hurried on and turned the next corner. She came to another window where a large-eyed Roswell-looking alien was fucking a young woman doggy style. The woman was sucking the penis of another alien standing in front of her. Yvonne wondered if these displays were 3-D animatronics, or some type of videos.

"They couldn't be real, could they?" she whispered to herself.

Yvonne noticed a small yellow blinking light at the far end of the corridor, but as she reached the end, the blinking light disappeared. She looked around and saw another yellow blinking light at the end of another corridor. Yvonne shrugged, ignoring the blinking light. She walked past yet another window and saw several men and women participating in what looked like an orgy. Yvonne had never seen one before, so she stopped and watched the action. Some of the men were fucking women and some were fucking men. She also saw some girl-on-girl action. A man came to the window and motioned for her to enter the room, but she turned and quickly hurried down the corridor.

In another corridor, she came to fork where it divided. She remembered reading somewhere that a person could escape from a maze or labyrinth by keeping their right hand on the wall until they reached the end. Yvonne decided now was the time to see if it was true. When she turned the next corner, she was face to face with a twelve-foot crocodile with its mouth open. She jumped back, frightened. The crocodile, she discovered, was stuffed and arranged to by some evil person to scare the unwary who passed that way.

Occasionally, Yvonne met another costumed character heading the opposite direction. A young woman dressed as a sexy Snow White stopped her and asked if she knew where an exit was. Yvonne answered that she didn't know, and Snow White continued on. Haunting noises, mixed with eerie screams and moans kept coming from somewhere on the other side of the walls. Yvonne wished she'd stayed with the Snow White character. Maybe together, they might have found an exit.

Yvonne came to a door and wondered if she'd found an exit door. When she opened it, frigid air poured out. Looking in, she saw it was eerily lit with what appeared to be a number of frozen dead bodies sitting in chairs, all in grotesque postures, with skin hanging from their limbs. She screamed, quickly closed the door and ran down another corridor. When she finally stopped, she realized the scene she saw was not real. As she processed the room in her head, she remembered recognizing some of the mannequins from the local dress shop, and laughed at herself for being so foolish.

As Yvonne passed one window, she looked in and saw a naked, masked young woman impale herself on a Sybian, while another woman in a red leather bustier ran the controls. When the machine turned on, the facial expression on the naked woman changed--the ecstatic look on her face indicated she was enjoying her ride. Yvonne watched the woman pinch her nipples, having orgasm after orgasm, and she felt her own pussy tingle. She wondered how good a Sybian ride felt, but a line of women, twenty at least, including the Snow White she met earlier, were awaiting their turn to ride it. Yvonne considered joining them, but she was in a hurry, trying to find an exit and didn't want to experience that in such a public forum.

Continuing her quest and keeping her hand on the right wall, she followed the corridor to the next corner. A few feet beyond the corner, she felt her hand sliding in something gooey and slimy. It appeared have the same texture as mayonnaise.

"Ugh," she said to herself.

There wasn't anything to wipe her hand on, except her dress and the wall to her left, which she opted for. Behind her, she heard the sounds of doors opening and closing, but when she turned around, she saw no one. There were also some scraping noises, as if the walls were being moved. After walking the length of another long corridor, she decided to backtrack and immediately ran into a dead end.

"That's odd," she said to herself. "I just came down that corridor, and now it's become a blind alley. I wonder if the walls are actually being moved around."

She realized all too late that if the walls had been moved, then keeping her hand on the right wall wouldn't help. Her heart skipped a beat. She wondered how she was going to escape. She continued to walk along, ignoring the yellow blinking light until she heard some scraping noises behind her. She turned and in the dim light saw the corridor walls slowly moving together. The walls farther away had almost touched one another, while the nearer ones were just beginning to move.

"Oh shit," she cried, "I'm going to be killed."

She screamed and ran down the passage while the walls squeezed together behind her. Yvonne felt like she was being forced down the corridor like toothpaste out of a tube. At the end of the corridor, she saw a yellow blinking light, and when she saw it, she ran like hell toward it. When she reached the wall, she realized she was for the moment, out of danger. Her body shook as she panted and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I thought this was supposed to be just erotic fun?" she whispered as she tried to get her bearings.

She heard laughter. It was both wicked and slightly erotic. "Hello?" she called out.

The laughter faded out and was replaced with the sounds of whips, chains, and screams. Yvonne shook her head and began to walk. She noticed that no matter which corridor she was in, the yellow blinking light was always at the far end of the corridor, and she could make no sense of it. "What does it mean?"

She walked a few more feet, and then it hit her. "Maybe if I follow the yellow blinking light, it just might lead me out of here. Hell, it's worth a shot at this point. So this Dorothy will follow the yellow-blinking light instead of the yellow-brick road."

As Yvonne made her way from corridor to corridor, the yellow blinking light led her farther and farther from the noise and disturbing scenes. She did witness a few couples engaged in assorted sex acts as she continued on, ignoring her instincts that she was being led further away from the exit.

With one final turn, she found herself in a large octagonal room of mirrors. There was a small table in the center of the room, and sitting on the table was a yellow lava lamp. Everywhere she looked, she only saw her own reflection.

"What the hell?" she said softly to herself. "I've got an idea we're not in Kansas anymore Toto."

"Something wrong my pet?" said a male voice causing Yvonne to jump.

Yvonne looked around but saw nothing. "Who said that?"

"I did my pet."

"Well duh! Who are you?" she asked and looked around. Then she whispered to herself, "Why the fuck did I ever go off with that fucking French maid?"

"Me? Why, I'm the Minotaur. And I sent the, 'fucking French maid,' as you put it, to bring you to me"

"Why can't I see you?"

"Because I haven't chosen to show myself to you yet."

Yvonne nodded. "Do you have a name?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "What would you like me to call you then?"

"'Sir' or 'master' will do. Though, I like 'sir' much more."

"Do you want to know my name?"

"Come now my pet, you know the rules."

"Oh right, but my dog tag says, 'Toto.'"

The Minotaur laughed. "How clever."

"So, you've found me, or rather, I've found you, what does that exactly mean?"

"What it means, my pet, is that you are mine for the night."

"Okay, I get that. But will it be just us?"

"Yes my pet, I don't like sharing my lovers if I can help it."

"Okay. What exactly do you want?"

Yvonne saw a shadow in the mirrors as he said, "You my pet. I thought that was perfectly clear."

"I mean, what do want to do with me?" asked Yvonne, shuddering.

The Minotaur chuckled and stepped out from behind a mirror. He was a tall, muscular man who looked like he might work out several times a week, wearing a large bull's head and a leather thong. Yvonne was quite impressed with his physique and was pleased that at least found him somewhat attractive. "I want to eat you to multiple orgasms and fuck you all night."

"Why me?"

"Why not you? I saw you tonight in the crowd and I knew you were the one for me."

Yvonne knew that feeling she had of being watched wasn't just her imagination. "Is that why I was pulled from the line?"

The Minotaur nodded his head and said, "It was indeed, my pet. The badge on your dress is like all the others, except yours contains a tracking device. I've known exactly where you were since you entered, and I had the walls moved to direct you here. If you'd followed the yellow light from the beginning, there wouldn't have been any reason for the walls to move."

Now Yvonne understood why she'd felt like someone was watching her since she'd arrived at the labyrinth, and why she was here now. "You could have killed me."

"Nonsense my pet," he said. "Rest assured, you were never in any risk of harm."

"Well that's good to know."

The Minotaur moved around the room and continued, "Every year we pull some random folks out and the chosen two for the Minotaur and his seductress to fuck all night. We provide personalized entertainment for our pets until they find their ways to us. And from the smell of things, I'd say you rather enjoyed my selections."

It was now that Yvonne noticed both the distinct aroma of her arousal, and how the bull's head didn't seem to match the man's words. "Okay yeah," she said, "They were arousing."

The Minotaur stepped up and stood behind Yvonne. She could see him in the mirrors and smelled the faint aroma of his cologne and arousal. Though he wasn't touching her, she felt his presence. "I must admit, my pet, I do like your costume. But this damn head is really getting on my nerves and is keeping me from getting too close. Mind if I remove it?"

"Not at all, sir."

Though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was smiling. He reached up, lifted the bull's head off his body, and set it on the floor. Yvonne could see the mask that covered his face from the top of his cheeks and the entire top of his head.

"Oh yes," he sighed, "that's much better."

"Your mask reminds me a bit of Zorro."

The Minotaur smiled and Yvonne thought it really lit up his face. "Why thank you my pet. I hate those damn leather hoods and though I intend to tie you up, I'm not as into the BDSM lifestyle as many of my performers are."

Yvonne breathed a sigh of relief as she feared her Minotaur was more like the fictional men she had been reading about than the type of man she usually enjoyed. "Just what do you intend to do with me, sir?"

The Minotaur smiled and said, "Such an eager pet I have tonight. I told you before, I intend to eat you to multiple orgasms and fuck you all night long. I want to tie you up, feed you my cock, and maybe spank you a bit."

"With your hand or something else, sir?"

The Minotaur gently touched her arm and Yvonne shivered as she felt herself come alive. "My hand yes, but if I choose anything harder I'll let you test it first. The pain is intended to bring you pleasure, not harm. But, to be sure that we can trust one another, we must establish a safe word or two. Now, at this point, you must be a bit nervous."

"Yeah, I am," she said. "Um, sir."

She felt the Minotaur's breath on her neck. It created goose bumps on her skin as he said softly, "That's normal, my pet. I would, however, like to put a leash on your collar if you don't mind. It's not meant to demean you, it's just for fun. I mean, you are the one wearing the dog collar."

"If that is what you wish, sir."

"Oh my pet, I wish for so much more and I intend to get it."

He clipped a leather leash to her collar and held the dog tag in his fingers as he looked over her shoulder. "Toto huh? The perfect name for my pet."

"It was just some humor for my costume, sir."

The Minotaur smiled. "I like it. Maybe before we part you'll let me keep your tag."

"Would that please you, sir?"

"What would please me, my pet would be to start removing your costume."

"Do you wish me to do it sir?"

"No my pet, we need to establish some ground rules first."

"And those would be sir?"

"Well, what we do, we must both want. Is there anything, my pet, you either don't like or would rather not do? Please be honest."

Yvonne sighed. One thing came to her mind without a moment of hesitation. "Anal," she whispered.

"Hmmm," he said. "I'm guessing my pet has never had it or has been hurt. I'm going with being hurt as most anal virgins are willing to try. Which is it my pet?"




Labyrinth of Lust



"I've been hurt," she said softly.

The Minotaur stroked her cheek softly and said, "I have no intention of hurting my pet. Anything else?"

Yvonne bit her lip. "Why do we need safe words?"

The Minotaur slid his fingers down to her shoulders and across her rigid nipples poking through her bustier and blouse. He noticed her shiver as he cupped her breasts and kissed her lightly on the side of her neck just above her collar.

He said, "So if I do something you don't like, you can tell me in a way that I know you're serious. There was the dreadful series that used yellow as the warning and red to say stop. Though I wasn't impressed with the stories, the colors were rather effective. Would those work for you my pet?"

Yvonne knew exactly what series he was referring to and was surprised he didn't like it. She thought for a moment, then said, "Yes sir, those would work for me."

"May I also assume you read the series I mentioned?"

"I have sir."

"Tell me honestly, did you like them?"

"Yes and no sir," she said honestly.

The Minotaur ran his fingers along her skin causing her to shiver and tremble with both fear and anticipation. Goose bumps covered her skin making her crave his touch even more. "Please my pet, explain your answer."

"I liked the overall story of two people falling in love and learning to trust each other. I hated how he treated her, didn't trust her, and was so fucking petulant. I also didn't care for her inability to stand up to him until she thought he had gone back to 'her' when he knew how much she didn't like that person. Sir."

Yvonne watched the Minotaur in the mirror nodding. He still stood behind her and only his fingertips touching her arms. "I like your evaluation, my pet. Have you read other such books?"

"I've been a fan of this genre since I read Anne Rice's 'Sleeping Beauty Chronicles' and 'Exit to Eden'. The evolution of e-books has made it easier for me to find good stories. Well, that and sites like Lit, SOL, and Lush."

Yvonne saw the flash of disappointment in the Minotaur's eyes, then quickly added, "Sir."

He smiled and said, "You're a quick learner my pet. I'd hate to have to punish you for disrespect."

The Minotaur grabbed her leash and turned her around. Yvonne could see his hazel eyes under the mask and he stared into her blue ones. His breath warmed her cheek and lips as he leaned down and kissed her forcefully. Yvonne inhaled through her nose as she kissed him back and allowed his tongue to invade her mouth. Though she didn't know who he really was, she did notice he knew how to kiss. Her heart raced, her clit throbbed, and her nipples hardened even more. Even how he held her leash turned her on in a way she had never expected.

The Minotaur broke off the kiss and said, "Fuck me, my pet. I knew I was right about you."

"What do you mean sir?"

"You are the right one for me. Come now my pet, I wish to have my fun with you."

"Yes sir."

The Minotaur lead Yvonne by her new leash from the room of mirrors to what appeared to be a private bedroom that also had mirrors all around and on the ceiling. There was a large bed against one wall, a wooden cross with leather straps to the right similar to those she saw in one of the performer's room, a small table that would hold about half of her body, a large wooden chest, and hanging on the wall, an assortment of crops, whips, canes, and floggers. Yvonne began to tremble as she tried to figure out what was going to happen to her.

The Minotaur sensed her uneasiness, then turned to her and said softly as he stroked her cheek, "Fear not my pet, much of this will never come near you. We set this room up before we know what our pets might like. It is always better to have too much than not enough. Tell me my pet, what do you see that scares you?"

Yvonne's eyes darted around the room. Where did she begin? How could she tell him that nearly everything scared the shit out of her? She took a deep breath and said in barely a whisper, "The canes."

The Minotaur nodded. "Then tonight they will remain on the walls. To be honest, I'm not a fan of them either. They are too violent."

"Then why have them?"

The Minotaur jerked her leash and said, "Excuse me?"

"I mean, why have them, sir?" Her tone was much softer.

"Better. As I said before, better to have too much than not enough. Some women like to be beaten with canes. I personally find that practice barbaric. So you're telling me that those frighten you, tells me that we are more alike that I had first thought. Now, my pet, tell me about your thought on the crops, whips, and floggers."

"Crops are for horses or animals. Whips remind me of Indiana Jones. Floggers are rather medieval. Sir."

The Minotaur laughed. "Crops can be fun for a quick spanking. Whips are a bitch to control. Floggers can be fun depending on what is in their ends. The only one I'd use with you, my pet, have feathers or softened leather ends. One might tickle and the other might sting, but you won't be in any risk of any serious pain. As I said before, the pain is meant to heighten your pleasure, not harm you. If I chose to use those, that is when you must exercise your safe words. Tell me my pet, what are they?"

"Yellow for when you're close to my limit and red when you've gone too far, sir."

"I hope to never hear you say 'red' my pet. I'm not a fan of revenge."

"Thank you sir," she said softly.

"Oh, you'll be thanking me soon enough my pet," he said smiling. "For now, I think you are a bit over dressed."

The Minotaur reached down and began to untuck her blouse. Yvonne started to speak, then thought better of it and just watched as he pushed the straps of her dress, removed the white shoulder-less top from her chest and folded it neatly and set it on top of the wooden chest. Yvonne had realized she was so frightened by what she had seen on the walls, she hadn't thought about what was in the chest.

"May I ask a question sir?"

"You already did my pet," he said laughing as he stepped up to her. "But you may ask another."

"What is in the chest?"

The Minotaur smiled. "Toys. Blindfolds, gags, clips, clamps, restraints, dildos, vibrators, and much more. Tell me, my pet, ever use any either alone or with a partner?"

Yvonne felt herself blush as she said, "Only dildos and vibrators sir, and only alone."

"So, you've never been blindfolded?"

"No."

The Minotaur jerked on her leash a bit harder than before. "No, what?" he growled.

"No sir," she whimpered.

"Gagged?"

"No sir."

"Restrained or tied up?"

"No sir."

"Ever used a dildo or vibrator in your ass?"

Yvonne gasped. "No!"

He jerked her leash again. "No, what?" he growled louder.

"No, sir," she whispered.

"Forget again and you will be spanked with either a crop or a flogger. Do I make myself clear, my pet?"

"Yes sir."

"Now, you told me before you've been hurt when you tried anal. Tell me about it, my pet."

The Minotaur began to remove her dress and petticoats as she spoke. "Um... well sir... ugh... he was behind me and I thought he was going to fuck me doggie style. We had done that before. And the next thing I knew he tried to shove his cock into my ass and it hurt so bad I screamed and cried."

The Minotaur knelt down as he removed her shoes, rolled down her stockings, then pulled her skirt and petticoats to the floor. "Step out carefully my pet. You may use my shoulder for balance if you wish. And please, finish your story."

Yvonne reached down, grabbed his firm, muscular shoulder, feeling the cool floor under her feet, and stepped out of the skirt and petticoat as she said, "It hurt so bad. I thought he'd split me in half. It didn't last long thankfully. He pulled out, took off the condom and fucked me normally. We broke up shortly after."

"Wait," said the Minotaur as he stood up, folding her skirt and petticoat. "He was using an unlubed condom?"

"I guess," Yvonne shrugged. "I really don't know sir."

"And then he fucked you while you were crying and in pain?"

"Yes sir."

The Minotaur shook his head as he set the skirt and petticoat on top of the dresser, laying the stockings and shoes next to them. He removed her bustier, set it on top of her costume, then turned to Yvonne, taking her face into his hands, and said, "My pet, that will never happen with me. Not now, not ever. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Then he straightened up and said, "Please my pet, turn around for me so I can see what you look like."

Yvonne turned slowly and smiled. "Does my master like what he sees?"

The Minotaur smiled and said, "Very much so, my pet. Might I ask where your panties are?"

Yvonne blushed. "The French maid told me to take them off when I entered. They should be still hanging on the wall at the entrance I came into."

The Minotaur chuckled, took Yvonne into his arms and kissed her forcefully as he had before, then pushed her down onto the bed, causing her to squeal in surprise. "Now my pet, time for me to enjoy my prize."

Yvonne sat on the bed a bit surprised and smiled. "What would you like first, sir?"

The Minotaur smiled. "Ah, my pet, there is so much I would like, but since we must follow certain rules, how about this. I'd like to feel your amazing mouth on my cock."

Yvonne quickly positioned herself so she was at the edge of the bed. "My mouth is ready for your amazing cock sir."

The Minotaur smiled wickedly and stepped up and stood in front of Yvonne. "You may undress me my pet and do your magic."

Yvonne smiled wickedly and grabbed the edge of the leather thong with her teeth and gently pulled them off the Minotaur's hips. The scent of fine leather mixing with the scent of his cologne and arousal filling her nostrils. She smiled as his cock hung before her face, slightly hard, the tip a bit damp with his precum as the head peaked out under the foreskin. Tonight was truly a night of firsts for her as she had never seen an uncut man before and wondered how it would differ from the blowjobs she'd done in the past.

She released the thong and looked up at the Minotaur's face and said, "You have a fine cock. May I taste it now, sir?"

The Minotaur smiled and touched her hair with his hand. "Please my pet, show me your skills."

"Yes sir."

Yvonne leaned forward, grabbed his cock with her hands, and slipped it into her mouth. Even in this softened state, his cock was the biggest she had ever had. She pushed the foreskin back and licked the head. The Minotaur moaned softly and held her head in his hands. He felt his cock grow and firm within her mouth as he began to thrust. He pushed and thrust until she took most of his cock. However, she began to struggle and cough.

He pulled back and asked, "Too much my pet?"

"Rellow," she mumbled, his cock still in her mouth.

"Yellow?" he asked.

She nodded her head in agreement. "Sorry my pet, I got lost in the moment. But tell me, do you swallow my pet?"

She nodded yes.

"Then my pet, in lieu of a deep throat blowjob, I want you to swallow me instead. Can you do that for me my pet?"

She nodded yes and smiled.

"Then please, continue."

Yvonne smiled and sucked his cock into her mouth. She held his foreskin back with her hand, licked the head of his cock with her tongue, and bobbed her head until she reached her gag point. The Minotaur moaned softly and held her head. "Yes my pet, suck me."

Yvonne purred with his cock in her mouth, her hand holding his cock at her gag point, her other hand now rubbing her pussy. The Minotaur reached down and grabbed her hand saying, "I don't remember giving you permission to play with your pussy."

"Rorry."

"Make me cum my pet and I'll deal with your crimes later."

She nodded and sucked harder, her tongue playing with his foreskin, and soon, he cried out, "Oh fuck yeah!"

He filled her mouth with his cum and heard her swallow her prize. Once he was drained and a bit soft, he pulled out and said, "That was amazing my pet."

"Thank you sir."

"Now, you've been a rather naughty girl now haven't you?"

"I meant no disrespect."

He quickly pulled her off the bed and before she realized what was happening, he was sitting on the bed with her draped across his lap. He said in a soft, but firm tone, "I'm going to spank you my pet for playing with your pussy during my blowjob, and for not calling me sir. I think five should be sufficient and I want you to count them out loud for me. Failure to do so will result in more. Am I clear my pet?"

Yvonne trembled. Her hands were pinned under her body and she knew anything she did would only result in more punishment. "Yes sir," she whispered.

"Louder my pet."

"Yes sir," she said.

"Good."

He smacked her ass hard. Yvonne yelped out, "One!"

"Good girl my pet."

A second blow hit her ass. "Two!"

Between each strike, he'd rub her ass and always hit her in a different part. By the fifth strike her ass was quite red and her pussy was leaking copiously. The Minotaur put his fingers into her pussy causing her to moan, then removed them. He licked them and said, "Oh yes my pet, I knew you'd taste sweeter than honey. Your sweet scent alone told me that."

"Thank you sir," she whimpered.

The Minotaur moved her to the center of the bed and said, "Don't be upset with me. You knew the rules."

"Yes sir."

The Minotaur took her hands and placed two leather cuffs, one around each wrist and said, "I'm going to tie you up now so you can't cheat again."

Yvonne was still trembling as she said, "Yes sir."

"Don't be frightened my pet. Remember, I promised to not harm you. Did the spanking really hurt you?"

Yvonne bit her lip, then said softly, "No sir."

"It did seem to turn you on. Have you ever been spanked sexually before?"

"No sir."

"Really?" he asked surprised. "I hope you misbehave so I might spank you again."

Yvonne giggled as he finished securing the cuffs and tied them to the head of the bed. Then he put similar cuffs on each ankle and spread her legs wide. Then he reached up and pulled her hardening nipples gently with his fingers. Leaning over, he sucked her left nipple and tugged on her right with his fingers, causing Yvonne to moan.

"Don't cum until I tell you my pet or I will spank you again."

"Yes sir," she said, wondering how she was going to avoid having an orgasm when she was so horny now.

The Minotaur kissed his way down her stomach. Yvonne squirmed and moaned. "Don't cum my pet. I'm warning you."

"Yes sir," she gasped, fearing the severity of his next spanking, as she knew she was moments away from a huge orgasm.

He reached the blonde triangle patch of hair that pointed to her apex of womanhood. He admired how she kept it trimmed, but not shaved. "Did you do this for me, my pet?"

"I like to keep myself neat at all times sir," she moaned and struggled against her bonds.

"I like that my pet. Tell me, do you like shaving this most beautiful area?"

"No sir," she moaned. "It causes me too much discomfort and pain."

The Minotaur smiled wickedly. He knew she was dangerously close to an orgasm, especially after her spanking. He breathed in deeply and said, "You smell so sweet my pet. But I fear you may cum sooner than I want."

"I'm sorry sir," she cried. "But you turn me on so, I can't help myself."

The Minotaur chuckled. "Nice my pet. You know how to flatter a beast."

"I'm telling the truth sir," she moaned.

"I don't doubt that, my pet."

He leaned down and licked from the inside of her thighs to near her pussy, but not touching it, repeating this process and teasing her with his tongue. Yvonne squirmed and tugged at her restraints. Electrical shivers zipped up and down her spine, her mouth went dry, and she was sure a fire was building deep inside her, centered on her pussy. A fire that could only be quenched by his tongue or his cock.

Finally, the Minotaur lapped her pussy from her ass up to her clit, slipping his tongue just inside her swollen labia. Yvonne was sure her nipples would fly off her chest and her clit throbbed. Her body shook as her orgasm began to rage through her. Her toes curled until her feet cramped, she screamed, and saw stars. The ache of her empty vagina wanting to be filled by his huge cock only seemed to make her want to scream more. She pulled on her restraints, feeling his tongue torture her further and making her cum even harder.

The Minotaur chuckled and licked again, lapping up the sweet nectar flowing from her saturated sex. The taste was more than he had hoped for, as he savored each delicious drop. He heard Yvonne gasp and moan but chose to continue his work. He licked up her labia to her clit, then sucked it into his mouth. Yvonne screamed and orgasmed again, soaking his chin and neck with a second flood of her womanly fluids.

Yvonne was helpless in stopping his assault or her raging orgasms. She pulled on her restraints and squirmed as the Minotaur ate her pussy through two powerful orgasms. She was aching to feel his cock fill her the way she hoped it would, and would accept any punishment he deemed worthy. She couldn't remember when a man had brought her to two orgasms with nothing more than his tongue. She usually required either a finger or a vibrator in her pussy, and thought it was due to the thrill of this evening's event.

The Minotaur ate her pussy until his cock was hard again, then crawled up her body, hovered above her for a moment, teasing her by rubbing the head of his cock between her wet labia. Try as she might, Yvonne could do nothing to capture his cock, but rather was forced to endure the erotic agony of his cock being so close to bringing her the pleasure she craved so much. Then he slid his cock inside her slowly, teasing and torturing her in ways she had never experienced before in her life. Yvonne had a third orgasm before he was half way in and he smiled. He pumped within her, slowly at first, but quickly gained speed. He kissed her roughly, breathing hard in her ear, and fucking her with a force he hadn't shared with any other lover before. He knew this was different, but he liked the way it felt.

Yvonne moaned and met him thrust for thrust. Though his cock was bigger than anything she had ever experienced before, and was sure he'd split her in half, she wanted more. It had been some time since she had sex with a man, and she couldn't remember one making her feel the way he did. She thought it was the whole mystery of his identity, and how after tonight they might never see one another again. She heard his breathing grow ragged and with her fourth orgasm, he filled her with his seed.

They kissed passionately for several minutes, his spent cock still semi-hard and buried in her pussy. "Oh my pet," he moaned softly, "you were amazing."

"Thank you sir," she said softly. "You were pretty amazing yourself."

The Minotaur climbed off her, his cock sliding out glistening with their combined juices and moved to her head. "Clean my cock my pet."

Yvonne smiled wickedly and said, "Yes sir."

She licked and sucked his cock clean and hard again as he moaned and gently thrust. He pulled his cock out and began to release her legs. "You are more amazing than I had thought my pet. But now, we need to discuss your punishment over your premature orgasms."

"Yes sir."

Once her ankles were free he grabbed the cord that held her wrist cuffs and sat her up. "I very much wish to spank you, but not with my hand. However, I couldn't help but notice how wet you got when I spanked you. And that got me wondering if you might be willing to let me try something."

"Like what sir?"

"You shared with me your one experience with anal was anything but pleasurable, and that it frightened you even now."

"That was all true sir."

He took her cuffed hands and helped her stand up. "Well, I was wondering if maybe, just maybe, you let me try anal, but before I fuck your amazing ass, I'd prepare you properly."




Labyrinth of Lust



Yvonne swallowed hard. The Minotaur promised her no harm, and even though the thought of anal scared her, he gave her safe words that when she used he respected. "And if I use the safe words-"

"I'll stop," he said. "You have my word, my pet."

Yvonne looked into his eyes. Though she didn't know him, she felt she could trust him. "Okay," she said softly, "I'll try. Sir."

The Minotaur kissed her hard, then said, "I promise my pet, you won't be disappointed."

Yvonne nodded but said nothing. The Minotaur led her to the small padded table and had her lie on her stomach. Though it looked hard, it was actually rather soft. It formed around Yvonne's curvy body as the Minotaur secured her wrists to one end, and her ankles to each leg on the floor. Yvonne trembled as she watched him move in the mirror. He opened the large chest and removed three items. He brought them over and showed them to Yvonne.

"This is called a butterfly," he said showing her the small device. "I will secure it onto your clit and use it to help arouse you more. It's wireless so I can control it anywhere I wish."

"Will it hurt sir?"

"Not in the least my pet. Many find it rather pleasurable. This is a standard dildo, but a bit thin. It's for your pussy. I've been told that an 'empty' orgasm can be quite uncomfortable to levels of painful."

The dildo was thinner than any Yvonne had ever seen before. She nodded her understanding as he continued. "And this, is a butt plug. You'll see it starts off small and grows wider the further it goes. This is what I will use to help prepare you. I have ample amounts of lube that I will use. You might be feeling its effects for a couple of days after. But I want to make sure my pet is not harmed in any way."

Yvonne studied the butt plug for a while, then asked, "So, how does this work?"

The Minotaur smiled. "Well, to begin with, I'll put some lube on the plug and in your ass. I'll use my finger initially. Then I'll slide in the plug about an inch at most. The dildo will be fully inserted. The butterfly will be attached. Then, I will spank you with a flogger. You'll get ten lashings. If at any time the flogging becomes too much, you must use our safe words. What are they my pet?"

"Yellow for when you're close and red for when you've gone too far."

"Very good. And don't wait until I've gone too far my pet. But if you really wish me to stop, you must use it."

"Yes sir."

"Now, any questions?"

"Two. First, what happens if I cum?"

The Minotaur smiled. "We'll see. I must have that amazing ass. But what is your other question?"

"It's more a request, sir." Yvonne's voice shook as she spoke softly.

"Please, ask."

Yvonne took a deep breath, then said, "My friends want me to have proof I... um... well that is-"

"So you wish to have some proof you fucked someone here in the labyrinth? What does my pet require?"

"It's fucking juvenile and stupid," she said.

The Minotaur jerked her leash and said, "Nothing you can say to me is juvenile or stupid."

"They want me to have a hickey on my body, sir."

The Minotaur laughed. "That's it? That's your request?"

"Please understand sir, I hate hickeys but they won't believe I met anyone without it."

"But you know you can't tell them about me."

"I know. You have the right to say no, sir. As I said, it was only a request."

The Minotaur smiled. "I will consider it. Now, ready my pet?"

"Y-y-yes sir."

"Don't be scared my pet. I'm enjoying my time with you too much to fuck it up now," he said stroking her shoulder.

He showed her the tube of sexual lubrication and began to put some on his finger. He rubbed in on the outside of her anus, then gently pushed his finger inside. Yvonne gasped but otherwise said nothing. He repeated this several times and applied equal amounts on the plug. "Okay my pet, take a deep breath and relax."

"Yes sir," she said and took a deep breath.

The plug slid easily into her anus and though the sensation was foreign, Yvonne didn't find it painful. She felt the dildo slide into her pussy, and the butterfly resting against her clit. "How are you feeling my pet?"

"Okay sir," she said softly.

Then Yvonne felt the butterfly vibrate slowly and she gasped and moaned.

"Now how do you feel?"

"Oh fuck!" she cried.

The Minotaur laughed. "I'm guessing my pet likes."

"Oh yes sir!"

The Minotaur pushed the plug in a bit further and Yvonne just moaned louder. Then he grabbed a blindfold and said, "Because we are starting with a punishment, my pet, I will blindfold you. But I promise to remove it before we fuck."

Yvonne swallowed hard as the butterfly stimulated and aroused her more. "Yes sir."

The Minotaur slipped the blindfold over her eyes, then grabbed the whip that was next to the flogger and cracked it. Yvonne jumped at the sound, but realized quickly nothing had touched her. The Minotaur chuckled. He cracked the whip as the flogger struck Yvonne's bare ass. She yelped but it was mixed with a moan.

"That's one my naughty pet."

Two more blows caused Yvonne to squeal and yelp as the plug was pushed further into her ass. Each time he struck her, he'd crack the whip so she'd hear the whip, but feel the flogger. By the fifth blow, the butt plug was fully in her reddened ass. Yvonne squirmed and moaned as the butterfly vibrated a bit faster now. Blow six and seven had Yvonne nearing yet another orgasm. She wasn't sure if he wasn't hitting her as hard or if the three devices had her so aroused she didn't notice the flogger as much as she had when he spanked her. Had she not been so aroused, she would have realized the psychological ploy being used as the whip she heard wasn't coming from the flogger. Her pussy ached and clamped on the slender dildo as the eighth blow hit. The last two threw her over the edge as the butterfly vibrated and her orgasm raged through her body. She screamed as her body shook tugging on her restraints.

"Yes my pet, cum hard for me!"

Yvonne's head was spinning. She couldn't process all that was happening. The blindfold was pulled from her eyes and she had to blink several times for her eyes to adjust. She felt the plug being removed, more lube squirted into her anus, and something hard pressing against her ass.

"Yes sir!' she gasped. "Fuck my ass, please."

The Minotaur was shocked. He didn't think she would say such a thing, but she had. He smeared more lube on his cock knowing he had to oblige her new request. He pushed the head of his cock into her anus and she gasped and moaned.

"Oh my pet!" he cried.

He pushed into her pucker gently, his cock going deeper with each thrust. "Oh sir!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

"Yes my pet. Your ass is so amazingly tight!"

After a few more strokes, his cock was deep within her ass. He quickly found his rhythm and began to fuck her ass hard. Yvonne moaned and screamed, but never used their safe word. He reached under her, tugged her nipples, and kissed her shoulder. Yvonne began to experience multiple orgasms from the butterfly at maximum speed, the slim dildo in her pussy, and the Minotaur's cock in her ass. The orgasms were hitting nearly nonstop as she tugged on her restraints and squirmed under her mysterious master. She watched him fuck her in the mirror and found the images even more erotic than she imagined.

The Minotaur smiled as he saw his pet watching herself being fucked in the reflection of the mirrors that surrounded them. He also knew his own climax was drawing close and that he wouldn't be able to stop. He leaned over and kissed Yvonne's bare shoulders and removed her collar. Her bare neck was practically calling him as he began to kiss and suck. He wanted to fulfill her first request before his own final orgasm. With each thrust, he worked at giving her a hickey until he could hold out no longer and with a primal growl, he filled her ass with his seed, and felt her orgasm one last time.

Yvonne lay on the table panting weakly. Her body soaked in sweat that was a mix of both hers and the Minotaur's. She was exhausted from the sex and orgasms. She enjoyed feeling the Minotaur's body against hers. He slowly pulled his cock from her ass, then the dildo from her pussy. As he removed the butterfly, he began to lick her labia, slowly. She moaned but couldn't find the strength to speak. He licked and nuzzled her pussy and inner thighs, but did not attempt to bring her to another orgasm.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "You taste even better after multiple orgasms my pet."

Yvonne moaned but said nothing. The Minotaur stood and looked at her sexy and exhausted body. The sleepy, glazed look in her eyes told him she was spent beyond words. He quietly released her ankles, then uncuffed her wrists. Yvonne barely moved. He scooped her into his arms, her head resting into his chest, her body limp. He kissed her forehead and carried her to the bed he had first spanked and fucked her in. He gently laid her down and began to cover her with a sheet when she moaned, "Don't leave me."

The Minotaur paused. He wasn't sure what to make of this. Then she said, "Please sir, don't leave me."

"No my pet," he said lying next to her. "I'm right here."

Yvonne snuggled into his chest and drifted off into a deep sleep. The Minotaur removed her wig and tossed it onto the dresser, kissed her matted blonde hair, and smiled. "Sleep well my pet."

*~*~*

"Miss, miss, wake up."

Yvonne stirred and opened her eyes. Standing above her was a brunette in a leather bustier and skirt. "Where, where, where am I?"

"The labyrinth miss," she said.

Yvonne looked around. The chest, small table, wooden cross, and all the whips, canes, floggers, and other sex toys were gone. "Where's the..."

"Where's what?"

"The-" Yvonne paused. She didn't know what to say.

"The what, miss?"

"The man I was with," said Yvonne. "Where is he?"

"You were the only one I found, miss. Would you like to get dressed?"

Yvonne looked down and saw she was naked under the sheet. "Um, yeah."

The woman handed Yvonne her clothes after she removed the button. She dressed quickly and noticed the walls were being removed. "What's going on?" Yvonne asked as she slipped on her shoes.

"They're taking down the labyrinth," said the woman. "It's sunrise."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Yvonne grabbed her wig and collar and began following the woman out of the labyrinth. She saw others in costumes like hers making their way out and to the parking lot. As they stepped outside she saw the red and orange streaks of the sunrise. She walked toward her car when a young man ran up and asked, "Would you like a ride home?"

"I've got my car, but thanks."

"Then how about a driver?"

Yvonne looked at the man. His brown eyes and slender build told her he wasn't her mysterious Minotaur. "What about you?"

"We have a guy who makes regular runs picking us up. Where do you live?"

"Above the bookstore."

"Perfect! He's sure to drive by there on his way back. I can send him a text now so he'll be sure to pick me up."

Yvonne handed him her keys and said, "Fine."

The man quickly sent the text, helped Yvonne into her car and drove her back to town. As she sat in the passenger seat of her car, she looked at her collar. She smiled quietly as she realized her dog tag was missing. That was all the proof she needed that she hadn't dreamed her night, though the literal pain in her ass was also an erotic reminder. The young man escorted her to her modest apartment and bade her a good day. Yvonne stripped down and showered before hitting her bed. She slept most of the day dreaming of her wild and erotic night.

She met the girls for coffee before opening the bookstore the morning of November 2nd, and showed the huge hickey she found on the back of her neck. Heaven had a hickey on her right breast she showed by pulling down her blouse. Suzie had one on the front of her throat that was easily seen. Kelly, however, had one on her ass that she proudly lifted her skirt to show off. Each one shared what had occurred, but Yvonne left out the part about her being with the Minotaur, claiming her man was dressed as Zorro. She also omitted the anal sex as she truly felt that moment was personal and very private.

A few days later, Yvonne was working in the bookstore with Cindy. It was near closing time and Yvonne was checking on some orders and shelving some books. Periodically she heard the store's door open, but knew Cindy could handle things. Her inventory of erotic literature had been picked clean since the labyrinth and she needed to restock the books.

Cindy walked back and said, "It's closing time Yvonne. Do you need me to do anything before I leave?"

"Just lock me in," she said. "I'll go up through the office when I'm done."

Cindy began to leave, then said, "I'm glad you enjoyed the labyrinth. You're the best boss I've ever had. I hope you stay here a lot longer."

"Don't worry Cindy, I plan to stay a long time."

Cindy smiled. "Good night Vonn."

"Good night Cindy."

Cindy walked away as Yvonne resumed her shelving of the books. She heard the door open and close, and the lock thrown. As she set the last book on the shelf, she heard, "Good evening, my pet."

Yvonne jumped, then smiled. "Good evening sir. How did you find me?"

Yvonne turned to see hazel eyes and an unmasked face she barely recognized. She knew he had been in the bookstore a few times before, but until now, they had never spoken. He had always dealt with Cindy. Her Minotaur was more handsome than she had expected. He was wearing a nice suit and pinned to his lapel was her missing dog tag.

"Really? Did you honestly think I'd not make sure I'd know how to find you?"

"Did you know who I was all along?"

"Not at first, but when I saw your hair after you fell asleep I realized I recognized you."

"Why did you leave me?"

"To protect you. The one found with the Minotaur is often harassed to share what occurred. I did stay with you as long as I dared, then I had to remove our toys. Tell me, my pet, did you tell anyone you were with me?"

"Nope. I said you were dressed as Zorro."

He laughed. "I liked that."

"May I know your name now?"

"Woodrow. But my friends call me Woody."

Yvonne giggled. "That name fits you."

"It was my father's name."

"I'm Yvonne."

"I know."

"So, am I still your slave or are we on a more equal footing?"

Woody smiled and said, "Well my pet, that all depends on what you wish."

"I wish to enjoy your company again."

Woody took Yvonne into his arms, kissed her forcefully, and asked, "Ever fucked in a bookstore before, my pet?"

"Not yet sir, but the night's still young."