Sacrificed to the Minotaur

By Cat Wilder

Diana is the chosen one, the village's oldest virgin. So she is dragged up to the sacrificial hill and left to be eaten by the terrible minotaur. But the minotaur finds her worthy, so she is instead taken away. Will Diana find a way to escape the minotaur herd? Or will she find love and joy as one of their wives, bearing baby minotaurs?

Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, sex with mythological creatures, and breeding.

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Snippet:
"From what Shaman says, a slave can become pregnant within hours of sex. His magic is potent, and it's never been wrong," she said. "So if you are impregnated, he will tell you who the father is after dinner that night." She looked past Diana, stood a bit taller. "Speaking of...enjoy."

"Anya. I would have this female," a deep base voice rumbled behind Diana.

A chill slithered up her back. She still ached from her earlier deflowering. Now another big minotaur cock was about to plow her fertile fields. Butterflies erupted in her belly, her pussy began to ache and burn.

She bit her lip and glanced back over her shoulder. The minotaur was even bigger than Tuk, about a head taller, in fact. His horns were wide and curled back inside, and were pitch black. His fur was also black, which contrasted with his very pale skin. Diana noticed many scars on his arms, legs, and torso.

"Of course, Calt, she is yours," Anya said, placing her hand over her bosom and giving a little bow. "May she give you a son."

Calt unbuckled his wide belt, and his weapons hit the ground with a metallic clash, followed by his red kilt. Diana's eyes dropped, taking in his length and girth. For a long second she couldn't breathe.

About the Author:
Cat Wilder has been writing SF and Fantasy under another pen name for years. For all of those years she wanted to really let it rip and tell some truly wild and wicked stories. The e-book revolution has given her the opportunity to tell her sexy stories. Cat is a lifelong Texan, from down around Houston, kind of Space Central for NASA. She's married with dogs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmokinHotPress
• Release date: Apr 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301633623

Cat Wilder

Cat Wilder has been writing SF and Fantasy under another pen name for years. For all of those years she wanted to really let it rip and tell some truly wild and wicked stories. The e-book revolution has given her the opportunity to tell her sexy stories. Cat is a lifelong Texan, from down around Houston, kind of Space Central for NASA. She's married with dogs.

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SACRIFICED TO THE MINOTAUR

By

Cat Wilder

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Copyright 2013 by Cat Wilder

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Sacrificed to the Minotaur

I'm going to come back and haunt you all! Diana cried, kicking and struggling between two village men. Aaaggh! I will drive you all mad with fear!

They dragged her along grim-faced. Both were Defenders of the village, big strong warriors. Pythes was eldest at thirty-five summers, while her cousin Talos was just twenty-two summers, four summers older than herself.

I'm sorry, Talos said, refusing to even look her in the eyes. The elders have decided. You are Chosen.

Aaaggh! Cowards! she cried. You'd rather give the monsters your women than to meet them in honorable battle!

The elders have decided, Pythes said.

All three were tall and well formed, muscles tone and bodies lean. Lydia's wavy black hair was silky and shimmered with health. She was pale-skinned, with well formed breasts and a narrow waist over flaring hips. A body for throwing strong sons, they said. Talos looked much like her, but with the stronger, heavier features of a man and a well-oiled beard. His hair was long, just past his shoulders, tied off with a piece of black leather. Pythes was taller, broader, and fiercer looking, but otherwise looked much like Talos.

Diana wore a thin cotton ceremonial gown, held up by a loose knot on her left shoulder and cinched around her waist by a simple cord. Her escort wore black loincloths and sandals, nothing else. No weapons were allowed atop the sacrificial hill.

They were a warrior people, when it came to other humans. No one fought the minotaurs, though. They were semi-divine and beloved of the Gods. Though the minotaurs didn't seem to give them the same respect.

They reached the hilltop, bare of anything but two ancient, thick poles. Bronze chains and shackles attached to the poles, a set above head height, and the other just above the ground. It took both men to get her wrists, and then her ankles secured. Diana found herself stretched between the poles, spread-eagle as the thick bronze