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Minotaur
by Grumpy (address withheld)
***
A young girl must endure a mating with the Minotaur in
order to assume the throne in a matriarchal society.
(MMf, 1st, orgy, beast, fantasy)
***
"Mother, why is there no record of a successful mating
between the Minotaur and a royal princess?"
"Hush dear, one should not ask such questions."
"Why?"
"You are intelligent, you will know why and why you
must never mention it again."
"Why must I mate with the Minotaur if there is no
conception?"
"Would you hold yourself above all the royal maidens
that must endure? Would you have them think they too
could avoid their duty?"
"Please, I need to know?"
"Not now, after your mating, we may talk about it but
you will be Queen and you must never discuss this with
anyone.
Hush now, the priestess will be here to prepare you for
your initial mating so that you can accept the
Minotaur."
The two priestess' soon entered the room and without
fanfare, began to disrobe the Royal Princess.
When she stood nude before them, they began to closely
inspect her body in an impersonal manner. Her nipples
stood proud from the small breast above the slim waist
and hips that framed a lightly covered Mons Venus.
"You are almost boyish, we have much work ahead if you
are not to be injured by the Minotaur."
"Drink this, it will help with what we must do."
She drank the sweet tasting potion and was directed to
the raised bed on which she gladly reclined on as her
ability to focus seemed to vary.
The younger priestess tugged at her hips until she was
positioned with her knees at the end of the firm bed.
Her legs were then spread and knees rose until her tiny
feet were able to be placed on the end of the bed.
The older priestess began an almost silent chant as she
began to lightly rub the Royal Princess's breast
causing an almost immediate fire to start burning
between her open legs. She felt her tender nether lips
being spread open to the cool air, slightly jumping as
the priestess positioned between her legs started
lightly brushing her with what felt like a soft
feather. The fire burned hotter as a flush spread from
her open legs to her breast and cheeks. Within minutes,
her body shuddered and her vagina fluttered causing her
to almost faint with the wonderful feeling that flowed
like sweet wine through her body.
It must be the potion she thought as she slowly calmed
slightly embarrassed by the amount of moisture she felt
flowing from her vagina to the bed below channeled by
the almost sixteen year old buttocks. The vaginal flow
was warm but cooled quickly as it found it way to the
bed.
She jumped as the priestess pressed a finger into her,
causing the fire to rekindle. She could feel the finger
as it explored her vagina causing some stretching and
slight pain as it encountered her hymen.
"It is good that you produce so much fluid, oils will
not be necessary when you mate. Now we must remove the
barrier and prepare you for the Minotaur's member. This
will hurt but it will soon vanish. Are you ready?"
She slowly nodded her head as she felt the finger
withdraw and a cool object touch her opening.
It was moved up and down her lips a few times and then
the tip was introduced. Her body shuttered again as the
feeling of fullness drove the fire to new heights, her
body responding by trying to force her hips against the
object. Then there was a determined movement of the
object into her and a sharp pain raced from her vagina
to almost immediately disappear as sweet fullness
invaded her causing another outpouring of fluids and a
butterfly like fluttering of her vagina.
"Oh, Oh blessed Mother of all, thank you. It is the
most wonderful feeling." she exclaimed as she felt her
body relax and she slipped into a quiet sleep.
She awoke to feel warm cloths and cool hands washing
her labia. She was then turned on her side as a
priestess spread her buttocks and continued the
cleaning.
She could not believe how mellow yet excited she felt.
She was weak but in a good way and she quietly awaited
the completion of the tender cleaning.
The priestess finished their duties and handing her a
simple cloth robe bade her move to a more comfortable
reclining chair where fruit and wine awaited her.
When she had consumed her fill, the priestess moved to
the door and opened it. Ten bronzed young men in loin
clothes filed into the room, lining up facing her. She
gasped as she focused on the hardened muscular bodies,
the strong arms, well developed chest and ridged
stomachs, slim hips and strong legs. Adonis times ten.
At a signal from the older priestess, the young gods
dropped the loin clothes exposing semi-erect members
that were much larger than she had ever imagined. Her
eyes devoured every detail of the young men and when
she motioned for them to turn away, they turned in
unison exposing tight muscular buttocks that could
drive the penis hanging between their legs in strong
powerful strokes.
The ten spoke not a word as the priestess dismissed
them. As they reached for the loin clothes at their
feet, the Royal Princess could feel the fire rekindling
and the sweet nectar flowing from her.
"You will be very tender for the next day or so but on
the third day you must be prepared to mate with as many
of these young warriors as possible, you must be with
child by the time you mate with the Minotaur. The young
men will be the only ones allowed to give you child,
but you must never speak of them to your hand maidens,
your friends and your husband to be.
Your husband to be must believe that your first child
is the product of the mating with the Minotaur and that
he is the father of all your following children. We
will be with you at all mating, except for the mating
with the Minotaur, and will make sure that your husband
to be does not put you with child.
Your first girl child will follow in your footsteps and
become Queen when she mates with the Minotaur.
The temple may select other suitable men to mate with
you should you, or we, decide any of the chosen ten are
not satisfactory.
You have one cycle in which to become with child before
your mating with the Minotaur. You will mate with as
many of the ten each day as is possible until that goal
is achieved. If you fail to conceive, your sister will
in all likelihood become Queen in your stead.
You and each of the ten will be given a daily potion to
insure that the male offerings will be plentiful and
strong and that you will be most receptive. Rest now,
we will return on the third day."
The Queen entered the room as the priestess departed,
not looking directly at her, moving to one side, gazing
out the window.
"Mother the man I've called father all my life is not?"
"That is true," came the hesitant reply.
"Do you have ten in attendance?"
"Yes."
"Is one of them my father?"
"Yes, although I know not which."
"Why is the Queen's consort not allowed to conceive
with the Queen?"
"The consort is chosen from the successful mating of
maidens with the Minotaur that is why your children
must not be conceived by the Minotaur. It is also why
certain maidens, those conceived by the Minotaur, are
not allowed to marry any of the potential consorts.
We must do all possible to avoid the madness in the
Royal line that preceded the assent of the Queen as the
ruler.
You must not disclose any of this and you must continue
to honor my consort as your father as he has indeed
honored you as his daughter since the day you were
born."
"Why ten?"
"The consort has other duties to perform and is not
always available to meet my needs. Rest now."
On the third morning the two priestess arrived shortly
after the morning meal. The took charge of the Royal
Princess, leading her to one of the many rooms in the
Queens area of the Castle.
When she entered the room her attention was drawn to
the padded odd looking split chair that occupied a
prominent area of the room. The chair was designed in a
somewhat reclining inverted 'L' shape. There were two
legs with padded rest which she assumed were for her
knees, the legs formed a vee with the rounded and
padded area where her waist would be if she were lay on
it.
The portion where her upper body would rest sloped
downward with restraints that would enclose her
shoulders relieving any pressure on her abdomen. There
was an open head rest which would allow her to look
back between the vee. The thought of what was about to
occur kindled the fire she had first experienced two
days before.
"This chair is the same as the chair that will restrain
you during your mating with the Minotaur.
Please drink this potion, disrobe and we will position
you on the chair."
The potion was the same as the previous potion but must
have been more potent as she felt the fire burn more
fiercely. By the time she had disrobed, she could
already feel the vaginal fluids flowing down her legs.
She stepped to the chair, placed her knees in the
padded rest and leaned forward. She was pleased to see
there were openings for her breast.
With a few adjustments to the shoulder restraints and
the head rest, she found it quite comfortable.
"The potions we have given each of the ten is quite
powerful, they will do their duty quickly and will be
ready to perform again within only a short rest. We
will monitor your condition so that no harm befalls
you.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
The younger priestess prepared a table nearby with a
basin of warm water, towels, and sponges.
She then stepped behind the chair and using a warm
cloth, wiped the excess fluid from the princess' legs.
The princess lowered her head and looked under the
chair to area of the vee, she could see her pubic patch
framed by the vee. She then noticed a mirror behind the
chair which gave her a view of her slim legs leading to
her spread buttocks and the center of the fire growing
in her. The lips of her womanhood were a warm reddish
pink and her vagina was slightly open. Even her rosebud
was visible.
She couldn't resist, she reached with one hand to touch
herself, sending an electric charge through her body
and causing the flow from her vagina to run down her
legs.
A slight turn of her head showed another mirror set
opposite the chair giving her a good view of her
profile. She was pleased with the beauty of her body,
her bottom prominent in this raised position.
Her admiration of the view was interrupted when the
priestess walked to a wall cabinet, unlocked the door
of the cabinet and opened it to reveal a passageway in
which stood one of the ten, nude, standing tall with a
penis that shot upward from his loins. She watched it
bounce as he stepped from the cabinet and walked
towards the chair. She estimated the length as two of
her small hand spread and placed together.
She quickly looked between her spread legs as he
stepped behind her. He stopped, looking at the treasure
exposed before him, reaching forward and caressing her
buttocks.
"Do you duty." sternly ordered the older priestess.
She watched as the young man took hold of the hard
penis, bending it down and stepping forward. He pulled
back on the shaft, exposing a helmet like head,
dripping with a fluid that glistened in the soft light
of the room.
She felt the head touch her and held her breath in
anticipation. She saw the hips of the young man flex
forward and felt the head enter her, filling her with a
fire that raced through her body causing a delicious
sweat to coat her body. She watched as the penis slowly
entered her, filling her, consuming her until the
scrotum bounced against her pubic bone touching her
exposed nub, causing her vagina to convulse. She
watched, transfixed as the penis slowly withdrew,
hoping it would not pop out.
Her fluids poured down her legs, dripping from the pads
that cradled her knees.
The young man flexed forward again, filling her again.
She felt every portion of the penis as it entered, the
flared head, the veins, the hard ridges, the fullness
in her abdomen, the pressure against her diaphragm.
The young man leaned forward, bringing his hard body
into contact with her buttocks, filling her crack with
heat. He reached forward cupping her firm breast,
massaging the rock hard nipples while at the same time
increasing his rhythm, withdrawing and pounding into
her with an urgency that was not to be denied. Her body
shook with each stroke, her buttocks squashed, his hard
body slamming into her exposed rosebud. His balls
slapping against her pubic bone and clitoris.
She felt him swell and then the quick in stroke as his
hands withdrew from her breast, his body straightening,
his hand grabbing her hips pulling himself further into
her followed by a hot blast into her vagina, a flood
that drove her over the edge, causing her to briefly
faint.
Her recovery was quick as the storm subsided, the young
man still pressed strongly into her as she felt her
cervix dipping, rubbing against the helmet buried
within her, trying to reach the pool of hot liquid just
deposited.
She watched as the young man withdrew, an audible plop
as the beautiful penis fell from her vagina, trailing a
sticky rope of white fluid..
"This way." commanded the older priestess as the
younger swabbed her bottom with warm wash clothes.
She heard the priestess walk to the wall cabinet,
opening it. She turned her head in time to see another
hard penis bouncing as the next young man walked to her
rear.
She watched in the mirror opposite, seeing the young
man stroke his penis, exposing the head. She watched as
he entered her, stimulated to more vaginal convulsion
induced by both the physical act of the penis expanding
her as well as the visual image of a long hard penis
slowly pushing into her depths driven with firmness by
tightly clinched muscled buttocks. She watched as he
slowly withdrew, feeling the pressure in her body
subsided only to return as he stroked into her again.
She watched and memorized each feeling, both visual and
physical, as he continued to serviced her until he too,
could no longer contain his seed and exploded within
her, sending another hot wave through her vagina and
into her uterus.
When the young man was escorted from the room, a warmed
sponge was placed in her gaping vagina and she was
helped from the chair so that she could take some
refreshments while being cleaned.
"I think we will schedule the remainder, two at a time
every two hours. You will mate with each every day
until the time your cycle would normally end.
If successful and you do not have your monthly flow,
you will be able to rest as we prepare for your 16th
birthday and your ritual mating with the Minotaur.
After an appropriate period of time, we will announce
your successful mating with the Minotaur and your
wedding to the consort we have chosen and your assent
to the throne."
She was ready for the rest when her monthly flow did
not start but within a day was wishing that she could
again couple with the ten. Two of the ten had proven to
be very adept at stoking the fire that burned within
her during the mating.
"Mother, do you have need of the ten during each
month?"
"Yes, you must not chose only a few of the ten but make
all welcome in your chamber. There is one that I find
quite pleasant though.
The priestess will schedule your monthly activities.
You will be the absolute ruler in all things other than
your personal life."
"What about the consort?"
"His duties allow us to be together only two or three
times a year. The priestess must be aware and present
when with the consort."
"Why?"
"They are charged with determining linage in order to
prevent the madness."
"Do you love any of the ten or the consort."
"It is not a word used by the Queen."
"That is not an answer."
"It will have to do.
On your assent, the duties of my consort will change
and I look forward to more time with him. I think it
will mean the ten will no longer be needed and will go
away."
The day of her birthday arrived preceded by two days of
public acclimation and honors by her future subject.
This day was reserved for the private celebrations
restricted to the royal family and a few select
subjects. It was a day of activity as she must make
sure that all the family was loyal to her future role
as queen. She practiced her diplomacy with skill and
verve, winning over any doubters to her side.
Three hours before sunset, she was taken away from the
celebration, bathed, perfumed, coifed and dressed in a
simple smock without any underclothes.
On her return to the castle ballroom, all fell quiet as
the priestess intoned the prayers that told of her
duties to mate with the Minotaur and to bear his spawn
in order that the kingdom could be assured a secure,
prosperous and peaceful future.
She was then anointed and drank the special potion that
would help her during the mating.
The two priestess and her royal handmaidens then
escorted her to the entrance to labyrinth below the
castle. At the entrance, the handmaidens stepped aside
as the guards opened the portal and motioned the two
priestess and the Royal Princess to enter.
Candles lighted the narrow damp passages that branched
frequently but the two priestess proceeded without fear
and seemingly knowing their destination.
After numerous turns, they arrived at a large open
chamber. The chamber was richly furnished with
intricate draperies covering the walls, the floor was
of polished stone, gleaming in the bright candle light.
Tables occupied one side of the chamber with the now
familiar basins of water, sponges, towels, flask of
drinks and fruit.
The 'chair' occupied a central position. It was richly
furnished with soft padding covered with a fine woven
material in the royal colors. There were no mirrors as
there was in her mating chamber.
She was given another potion from a flask and as she
consumed it could feel the now welcome fire starting to
burn in her groin.
She was then led to the chair where the simple robe was
removed leaving her standing nude in the cool chamber.
When directed, she mounted the chair and when
comfortable, was strapped to the chair at her
shoulders, waist and legs. The straps were of a soft
material that seemed to have a slight stretch. They did
not bind but did restrain.
The priestess then moved to the table and prepared a
small sponge by soaking it in a small cup of liquid. On
her return to the chair, the Royal Princess felt her
labia being spread and the warm sponge carefully
inserted deep within her vagina. She knew not it
purpose but such was her faith in the now familiar
priestess that she did not question the preparations.
Her pubic area was then bathed and perfumed and a
liquid applied to the inner folds. The liquid caused
her labia to feel very warm. The warmth plus the
effects of the potion caused a copious flow from her
opening. The priestess made no attempt to stop or clean
the warm flow that poured down her legs but stepped to
the drapery and disappeared from sight.
Within a minute she heard a distant gong and knew
instinctively that it was a summons to the Minotaur.
She had not long to wait. Her first awareness that her
time was approaching was a cool breeze that wafted
gently through the chamber, cooling somewhat the warmth
in her exposed and engorged labia. She then heard the
sound of cloven feet slowly approaching the chair. A
shadow progressed across the floor and onto the
drapery. It shadowed the Minotaur, a head of the bull
on a body of a man with cloven feet. The body appeared
well shaped, firm and very strong. The shadow did not
indicate the presence of a penis so she dropped her
head looking back between her spread legs.
She gasped when she saw the rampant penis and the large
scrotum. The penis was at least three hands in length
if not four and so large in girth that she knew she
could not encompass it with her hands. The head was
large with the helmeted shape showing clearly through
the foreskin.
The eye of the head was awash with what she now knew
was the pre emissions of the aroused male. The erect
penis stood almost straight up with the head just below
the breast on the well developed body. The hips were
slender, the legs showing the flow of muscles that
supported the beast.
The beast stepped closer and bent over her buttocks
giving her a view of the penis almost straight on. She
could spell the pre-emissions.
She jumped within the limits imposed by the restraints
when a raspy tongue slowly washed across her womanhood,
coating her with it's moisture and generating an
intense orgasm that wracked her body as the tongue
moved onto and lingered on her nub. The heat was
intense, causing her to gasp loudly at the pleasure
coursing through her body. The tongue retraced it's
path at least three times each time intensifying the
pleasurable agony of anticipation.
She watched the shadow of the Minotaur as it slowly
straightened, the penis again in full view.
She felt the hands start a caress of her legs, working
on the inner thighs and progressing to the junction
with her genitals. The hands then moved over her smooth
buttocks to her waist and back down her hips.
The shadow showed the Minotaur bending again and she
felt the warm breath on her rosebud.
When the tongue touched her there and again jumped.
She then felt the hands again on her genitals, a large
finger entered her and withdrew. She jumped again when
the finger, now slippery with her juices, began an
assault on her rosebud, slowly forcing it way into her
rear. This was a brand new sensation, not
objectionable, somewhat exciting.
The finger, explored her rectum and then slowly
withdrew.
She then felt the chair slowly descend a short distance
till she could see only the tight scrotum in her view.
She quickly looked to the shadow on the floor,
observing a hand grasp the huge penis, straightening
it, the beast upper body bending somewhat.
She felt a sudden pressure as the head locked onto her
opening. The pressure increased, growing, demanding,
not to be denied and then a sudden relief as the penis
gained lodgment, the head entering her stretched
vaginal opening, filling her with a overwhelming since
of fullness, triggering another orgasm of such
intensity as to cause a convulsion through out her
body.
The pressure suddenly increased again, the member
slowly pushing into her hot, slippery vagina, pulling
the inner labia and maybe the outer as well into her as
it relentlessly advanced. She felt the pressure build
within her bladder, her lower body moving to
accommodate this glorious, exciting yet soothing
monster. It touched her cervix and stopped.
A quick glance showed the now tighter scrotum still
some distance from her rear.
The monster slowly started to retreat, pulling her
insides out, she could feel the labia again meet the
air. It stopped with the fleshy large head just barely
captured within her.
The Minotaur then began a fluid stroking and between
her legs she saw the seed sacks slowly draw near on
each stroke until finally the they rested against her
widely spread genitals, rubbing her nub, generating a
pleasure so intense that her body was again racked with
pleasure, fluid running from her, coating the balls,
filling the air with a beautiful odor.
She could hardly breath, such was the pressure within.
She felt the hands caressing her buttocks, slipping
around her trim thighs to worm between the ball sack
and her nub, holding her for a few moments before
moving outward to grasp her hips where the legs formed
the angle with her torso. The Minotaur then began
stroking, fully withdrawing, sucking the breath into
her lungs and then driving back into her, forcing a
rapid expulsion of breath.
The frequency increased, causing her to pant, warming
her vagina to a high heat consuming her lower abdomen,
generating repeated orgasms, each more powerful until
she fainted.
She came back with her body being slammed back and
forth against the soft restraints as powerful strokes
quickly drove her to another orgasm.
She gasped as there was a sudden, powerful full depth
stroke and a clinching of the hands on her hips, the
ball sack snapping against her nub in an almost painful
way. She felt the penis grow within her and the sudden
flood of hot seed further distending her stomach. The
hot wash continuing until her body was on fire.
The penis remained within her for a full minute but
slowly deflating somewhat. It then began a slow,
hesitant withdrawal, hot semen and body fluids washing
her nub, dripping, no splashing, to the floor, washing
her thighs with fire.
The head popped from her vagina followed by a large
splash of semen on the floor between her spread legs.
He vaginal opening cooling in the air of the chamber as
it struggled to close.
The Minotaur, turned and left the chamber as the
priestess re-appeared, hurrying to the chair, releasing
the restraints but holding her in position with their
hands. She felt finger probing her gaping hole,
withdrawing the sponge along with gobs of semen.
When she was finally washed and cleaned, she saw
another sponge being prepared and felt it being
tenderly inserted within her. Dared she hope?
When the floor was cleaned, she was raised from the
chair and escorted through the drapery to an anti
chamber occupied by a small bed. She was assisted onto
the bed and her entire body washed in perfumed water.
She was offered a container of water to drink and a
small amount of fruit and after a small rest period,
was assisted in raising from the bed and with a
priestess on each arm led to another anti-chamber where
she was able to relieve the pressure in her bladder and
bowels.
She was again cleaned and with difficulty lead from the
anti-chamber, her groin sore, her tendons in her upper
thighs stiff and hurting, her vaginal opening still
exposing her to the air on each hesitant step.
She was led from the anti-chamber past the chamber with
the bed and into the main chamber.
She almost cried when the priestess moved her to the
central chair, cried not with fear or pain, but with
anticipation again building within. She was again
placed on the chair, the restraint again tightened. Her
genitals, both external and internal were bathed with a
soothing, warm oil, a small basin held between her legs
to catch the outflow.
"You will not have a potion to assist you." whispered a
priestess as both turned and exited the main chamber.
The gong sounded again, a cooling breeze wafted through
the chamber, carrying the sound of cloven hooves
approaching.
The Minotaur approached as before but this time her
attention wandered to the shape of the hooves as he
strode towards her exposed rear. The hooves did not
look natural in the brief glimpse.
The Minotaur stopped behind her, the ball sack as tight
as before, the penis standing proud.
She felt a tender caress on her buttocks and then
without hesitating, the penis was bent to her still
gaping hole. The pressure mounted and when the head
again popped into her, a powerful slow stroke buried it
to the hilt, the ball sack slapping against her in a
familiar, pleasing manner.
Hands grabbed her hips and without the slightest
hesitation, long powerful strokes drove repeatedly to
the base of her being, slapping her buttocks and nub on
each in-stroke, sucking breath into her on each out-
stroke. Her tender muscles protested but could not
subdue the fire again building within her, the body
responding, the vagina flooding with her fluids, mixing
with the oil in which it had been bathed.
She concentrated on the power of the strokes, the
fullness, the fluttering of her body. She closed her
eyes, letting the feelings build until they spilled
over generating an orgasm so powerful that her abused
body momentarily shut down, starving her for oxygen,
causing her to briefly pass out.
Coming back she opened her eyes watching the fluid
coated ball sack slap into her mound, the hands
gripping her hips, pulling her tighter as the flood of
semen again erupted within, semen squirting from her,
splashing against the ball sack, flowing down her legs,
creeping over her mound, dripping to the floor.
When the spurting subsided, there was a slow
withdrawal, semen again flooding from her as the head
came out. There was a pause and then a hand reappeared,
grasping the penis, aiming the penis, sudden pressure,
insertion, a slow, tender stroke until it bottomed out,
a hand reaching to her head, a soft caress of her cheek
and then a sudden withdrawal. The Minotaur turning,
walking from the chamber. Was that a scar above the
right knee, a familiar star shaped scar?
The priestess, now accompanied by two other priestess,
entered the chamber with a litter. The Royal Princess
was unstrapped, lifted from the chair and placed on the
litter. The four priestess quickly lifted the litter
and wormed their way through tie drapery, hurrying
through the labyrinth.
She closed her eyes and drifted into a fitful slumber.
She awakened when the litter was lifted and placed on a
table. Glancing around she saw she was in the castle
ballroom, the morning sun peaking through the windows.
The Queen standing beside her.
The priestess quickly grasped her legs, spreading them,
shoving the knees against her breast, exposing her to
the room, caked semen coating her legs, semen that had
drained from her red, gaping hole pooled between the
reddened cheeks of her bottom. She heard the intake of
breath as the assembled royal family noted the evidence
that she had indeed fulfilled her duty.
She awoke again in her private chamber. Soreness
coursing through her, tempered with memories that would
never fade.
"Welcome back daughter, I am so proud of you."
"Mother, I, aaa, is father, aaa, your consort the
Minotaur?"
"Yes dear, just as your consort will assume those
duties upon leaving your wedding bed."
"Are all consorts as big as father."
"Yes dear, they are chosen for their size and stamina."
"Ten may not be enough if I have to wait 16 years to
have the consort all to myself, may I borrow father,
uh, your consort, on occasion."
"Yes dear, if the priestess approve.
Now get some rest, your coronation and wedding night
await."
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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