minotaur

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 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 who 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.”

“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?”

“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 you 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.”

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