Sons of the Bull

"...Female..." it rumbled with a voice as deep and omnious as a cave-in. "...Bring..." it said with a huff; steam rising from flaring nostrils above a brazen ring. The shape in the darkness shook its damp, furred shoulders, sending a fine mist of rainwater off its musky mane.

"At once, Father." the gravelly voice of a man wearing a bull-horned helmet said. Behind him were three lumbering brutes with hulking shoulders, all similarly attired. They walked slightly hunched over; thick leather belts holding double-bladed axes at their waists and heavy leather sandals with bull-hooves under the pads of their feet were the only other clothing they had.

They turned and made their way out of the covered central chamber. The sounds of a young woman breathing reaching their ears. They followed it through the maze, navigating by whether its sound was increasing or decreasing.

"Do you think we'll get a piece of this one?" one of the men said.

"Brother," the leader said with a grunt, "you would be better served to quell your hunger at the Bone Pile on the way." They all knew this to be true. Their Father always claimed the first and best of the Lost for himself. Still, the faint whispers of the young girl; the rustle of her toga and the soft padding of her tender feet were growing louder, and each thought to himself what it would be like to have a woman such as her before...He...got to them.

With a shake of his head, the leader knew it impossible. Their Father was listening, even now; and to defy him was certain ****. The scrapes of their hooven-sandals sent an unmistakable sound back to the Chamber of the Bull.

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Aria lost herself in the search through the Labyrinth. She turned down winding moss-covered corridors and vine-encrusted dead ends as she mapped the way in her curious mind. She had been picking up a subtle, constant rhythm without realizing it until she turned a corner and it suddenly stopped.

"Hmm. I wonder...yes!" she said to herself. The rhythm, like a slow double drum beat, was only heard when she was advancing deeper into the Labyrinth. She marveled once again at this brilliantly designed structure as she picked up her pace.

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"She's moving right toward us. This shall be easy." The leader said.

"Brother, it has been long since we've had any fresh meat. I am eager to see this one." The largest of the hulking brutes. He gripped his swelling cock as they walked.

"Calm yourself." the leader cautioned. "Perhaps its best we stop by the Pile afterall. They turned a corner to be greeted with a new sound. The sound a dozen girls whimpering. All of them grinned and chuckled as they navigated into the side chamber.

The girls were laying on piles of furs. Wolves, sheep, deer; anything that wandered in was slaughtered and harvested. Once the shining jewels of cities in Greece, Italy, and Persia, now these princesses and noblewomen lay naked or in scraps. The leader walked toward a slender, athletic young woman. She alone was defiant. Her brunette hair tussled, thighs still shaking from the last time the Brothers had been to the Bone Pile. Still, her brilliant blue eyes had not lost the Spartan fire in them, even as the flakes of dried jism fell from her sore body.

The girls whimpered as the brothers descended upon them. Sarah, the daughter of a powerful Persian merchant whose flesh was traded for scrap from Mino's hoarde, was pressed against the cold stone floor, begging quietly to be passed over. The largest of the brothers grunted as he pulled her hips up and spread her shapely legs.

She cried out as his cock slid into her quivering sex. Her almond colored skin shivering against the cold stone and his raging, wild thrusts. Lydia felt the hand and the back of her neck as she was **** down to her knees. She glared up with hatred as he held a handful of her hair. "Open it." he commanded. She stared at his massive, pulsing, hairy cock. He yanked her hair back. "Open it and I might give that tight ass of yours a break tonight."

Sarah cried out. Lydia looked over to see that another of the brothers had **** himself under Sarah, obscenely grinding his swollen cockhead against and then into her ass as the fast, hard cock filled her soft and flowery pussy. Lydia sighed, and parted her lips. He slid his cock in slowly, letting her taste the rut and musk...

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"What was that?" Arimneste thought. "Sounded like a girl crying out." She turned the corner again, but it was gone. "Hmm. Must be another trick of the maze."

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