by Roxie Noir
Finally, the woman pulled out of the man’s mouth, and Klea could see threads of saliva arcing between his face and the metal cock.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Is that the right way to treat a worm like you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“What else should I do with my cock?”
The man lowered his eyes.
“Fuck me with it, mistress.”
The whip lashed out, leaving a red mark across his back.
“Look at me.”
“Please fuck my ass, mistress,” the man said, looking straight up at her. His cock strained at its bonds again and again, the first man making sure that not a drop hit the ground.
There was something so naked, so vulnerable in his voice—he wanted to be fucked so badly—that Klea found it even more arousing. She began to circle her clit with her fingers, half wishing that she could step in and suck that metal cock, maybe even put it in her pussy, let the woman fuck her.
“Stand,” the woman said. He did and bent over to grab his ankles, the ass with the thick white scar now the highest point of his body. She walked around him, the other two men tracking her with their heads, and pushed the metal head of her strap-on cock against the entrance of his asshole.
“Please, mistress,” the bent-over man said.
With one powerful thrust, nearly knocking him over, she pushed the enormous s strap-on metal cock all the way into his ass. The man made a noise halfway between a shout and a groan, a noise that echoed off the maze’s walls and out into the sky.
“Harder, mistress,” he gasped. She pulled her cock almost all the way out and then plunged in again, this time eliciting a high-pitched whimper from the man. His cock, still held flaccid by its cage, dripped a near-steady stream, some drops now coming too fast for the first man to lick up, scattering across the dirty ground. She pumped in and out again and again, and Klea listened to the man’s cries increase in urgency, a sound of pain and pleasure combined, the almost purely animal sound of a man on the brink, and she rubbed herself faster, closing her eyes.
Suddenly, the sounds all came to a halt. Klea opened her eyes to see the woman staring at her, the woman with her strap on buried in the man’s ass, the man struggling to keep his balance, eyes screwed shut, whimpering. As she made eye contact with Klea, she rammed her cock in deep one more time, then withdrew and walked over to where Klea stood, frozen, horrified that she’d been caught.
“I know who you are,” the woman said. Klea was at least nine inches taller than her, but the undeniable presence of this woman, her commanding nature, made Klea feel three feet tall. “You’ve come for the bull,” the woman said.
Klea could only nod.
“The king is going to give it to you,” she said. Her cock gleamed in the firelight. “He hates that it’s here, this close to me. But now, it would seem that you’re mine.”
Klea looked around. I could get out of here, easy, she thought.
As if reading her mind, the woman spoke softly, her smile with a hint of menace. “Do you know the way out?”
This is where children got lost and died, Klea thought again. She shook her head.
The woman cocked her head to one side, cruel smile. “I’ll show you out when we’re done here, then,” she said, and turned around. “Follow me,” she said over her shoulder.
Klea didn’t think she had much of a choice, and as she followed the woman into the puddle of torchlight, her cunt still ached, feeling like a swollen bruise between her legs.
The woman collapsed into a chair and took off the strap-on, tossing it to one side. She spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy, and pointed to the first man.
“You,” she said. “Come lick my cunt.”
He stood hurriedly and nearly ran over to her, erection bobbing up and down, then knelt in the dirt in front of her throne. He thrust his face into her pussy and began lapping eagerly. The woman sighed.
“Make it last, slave,” she said. Klea could see his tongue working, lapping at her clit again and again, his own erection looking nearly ready to pop, as if he were straining against his own skin.
Almost lackadaisically, the woman handed Klea a riding crop.
“Don’t let him come,” she said, shifting her hips a little, eyes half-closed.
Klea looked at the man, hands still bound in front of him, nearly in ecstasy.
“Do you want to die here?” the woman asked. Klea raised the crop and brought it down on his lower back. It was an awkward blow but it raised a bright red welt immediately, causing the man to make a little grunt as he kept lapping away.
“He needs another,” the woman said. Klea brought the crop down again, harder this time, on a different spot and this time the man closed his eyes when he groaned.
“Again.”
Klea swung again and the man groaned, louder this time. The woman had grabbed his head with both hands and was pushing it into her pussy, eyes closed.
“More,” she said. “Keep going. He deserves it.”
Klea swung the crop again and again, covering the man’s ass and back in the red welts and he moaned and moaned into the woman’s pussy, face smashed into it, and finally she came with a quick jerk and then a long, long sigh. She released the man’s head, and when he looked at her, slapped him across the face.
“You,” she said to the second man, the one with the ball gag. “Get the cock.”
Klea thought she meant her strap-on, and nearly pointed out that it was right there, lying next to her, but instead the man came back with a dildo nearly the size of his forearm, covered in supple black leather. He bent his head and held it out to the woman.
“Take it,” she told Klea. She stood, nearly kicking the kneeling man in the face but ignoring him, and strode to another piece of furniture in the pool of firelight, a reclining couch. She lay down and spread her legs open, arms over her head, her metal corset still on. She snapped her fingers at the kneeling man.
“Come lick me off again, worm,” she said. The man crawled over, scuttling across the dirt. “And you,” she said to Klea. “Come fuck me with that.”
Klea looked down at the dildo in her hands. It was easily twelve inches long and four inches in diameter, an absolute beast of a thing. The queen lounged on her couch, shifting her hips as the man knelt gently, licking with his head over her thigh, allowing room for Klea to get in there.
“With this?” Klea said doubtfully.
“Come stand up here,” the woman said. Klea did so and then felt a sharp sting across her still-clothed ass and thighs.
“Ow!” she shouted, and backed away.
“I said, fuck me with that,” the woman told her.
Klea knelt by the couch, the man licking and licking at the woman’s clit, and pushed the head of the massive dildo against her opening. She pushed gently while swiveling and was surprised to feel it go in easily, as though her cunt had been waiting for it hungrily.
“Mmmm,” said the woman. Klea pushed the leather dildo in further, slowly, hearing the woman’s moans, then pulled it back out.
“Really fuck me,” the woman said. She arched her back and Klea slid the dildo in again, faster this time, watching the cunt eat the huge thing up.
“Don’t you just love being stretched out?” the woman said. Her eyes were closed. “I mean—mmm—really feeling like there’s a cock in there, like there’s no room for anything else.” Klea slid it in again, harder, faster. She was breathing harder herself, her own cunt dripping with juices. “I had made it from a cast of the bull’s cock,” the woman said. She began to squirm, both hands holding onto the head of the couch as if anchoring herself. “After Minos found out what was happening, he stationed a hundred guards around the courtyard, day and night. Keep licking, worm. The last time I fucked my bull I was three months pregnant with our son.”
Klea didn’t know what to make of it. She had no desire to fuck a bull but fucking this woman with this hug
e dildo had gotten her flushed and aroused, and she drove it in and out of her, working up a sweat.
“You’ve got practice,” the woman moaned. “You can fuck right.” She bucked her hips up off the couch, making the man licking her cunt lose his balance for a moment. “Don’t stop licking, worm,” she said, as Klea plunged the dildo in and out. “Oh, right there,” she said, and bucked her hips up again. “That’s right. Fuck me right there, right there, RIGHT—THERE—“ she shouted as she threw her head back with a long, expressive moan, Klea still moving the dildo back and forth inside her, her entire body jolting up off the couch. It took her a long time to finish coming, and when she did Klea could see a trail of sweat tracing down her neck, disappearing under the corset.
Klea began to withdraw the dildo, but the woman stopped her.
“Leave it in,” she said. “I like to feel it there.”
Klea took her hand off it and stood.
“See if she’s wet,” the queen said to the man who’d just eaten her out. Without making eye contact, he dutifully ran one hand up Klea’s leg, faster than she could react, and put one finger in her cunt.
“She is, mistress,” he said.
“Would you like to fuck her?” the woman asked.
Something changed in the air between the three men, a kind of static charge rippled through. Klea’s heart beat faster.
“Yes, mistress,” he whispered.
The woman reached down between her legs and adjusted the dildo deep in her cunt, making a long satisfied sigh.
“Would you like to fuck my slaves?” she asked Klea.
For the first time, Klea really looked at the three men. They were all heavily muscled, brawny types, the long curves of their arms and legs standing out in the firelight.
“You can say no,” the woman offered. “You’ve done quite enough to get the bull. They certainly don’t deserve it.”
Klea’s cunt ached. She looked at the bobbing erection of the man next to her, so swollen it looked almost painful.
“Yes,” said Klea.
“It will need to be on my terms.” She adjusted the dildo again.
Klea nodded.
“You and you,” the woman said to the first two slaves, the one who’d just eaten her out and the one with the ball gag. Then she snapped her fingers.
In a flash, Klea’s hands were twisted up behind her back and she was being led over to the throne, then bent over it, then her hands tied to the chair legs at the bottom, legs tied to legs. Her dress was shoved up rudely, cunt and ass on display to the world. Upside down, Klea could see the two men behind her, and the queen pull the dildo from her pussy, stand, and walk over. Then she felt the sting of the whip, right across the backs of her thighs.
“Ow!” she cried.
“I told you,” the queen purred. Two more lashes hit, and Klea gritted her teeth. “You go first,” she said to one of the men. Klea couldn’t see which one. “And you touch yourself and watch.”
She walked around to be by Klea’s head, where she knelt down.
“You come when I say,” she whispered. “You come before that and you’ll taste the whip.”
Klea nodded. She could see the third man, with the dick cage, still on hands and knees behind her. Then, hands grabbed her hips from behind and a long, hard cock pushed in roughly.
“OHHHHH,” the man moaned, in ecstasy. Right away Klea heard the whip crack across his skin, and then a whimper. Klea wondered when the last time the man had been allowed to come was, because he fucked frantically, as though he would lose the privilege at any moment.
Don’t come, she thought, even as she felt her own orgasm begin to mount. Don’t come, don’t come.
“I haven’t fucked anyone in months,” the man said. “Your pussy feels so good. You’re so wet.”
His thrusts became more regular, began to hit home more. Klea bit her lip and tried to think about something else—her nursemaid, the constellations—but it was almost impossible with this big dick slamming into her like this.
“Ohh,” he said. “I can’t last. I’m not gonna last.” The thrusts became more urgent again as he lost control. “May I please come, mistress?”
“Why should I let you?” the woman said, out of Klea’s range of vision.
“I’ve been such a good slave,” he said in a voice that was half-whimper, half-whisper. “Her pussy is so tight.”
He lapsed into silence, still plunging in and out. Klea tried hard to relax and not come, but the angle and how aroused she’d been made it hard. She focused on a torch and tried not to think about anything else.
“All right,” the woman said, and almost instantly the man slammed into Klea as hard as he could and she felt him pump into her with a ferocity she’d never felt before as he practically roared his orgasm out. Klea found herself biting her upper arm, almost hard enough to draw blood, breaths shallow and rapid, trying her best not to come herself. What was sexier than being cum in, though? What was hotter than bringing someone else to orgasm?
The man withdrew and Klea felt his jizz roll out of her pussy. She exhaled, glad for a moment’s respite taking deep breaths over the side of the chair.
“Fuck her,” the woman said, and the next man, the one with the ball gag, eagerly plunged his cock into her waiting pussy, the first man’s cum providing extra lubrication. This man fucked much faster and couldn’t say anything, only moan with the gag in. He grunted with every thrust, wild animal noises. It didn’t take him long at all to sound like he was about to come, his noises half-moan half-shriek.
“Slow down,” the woman told him. He obeyed in an instant, drawing his cock all the way of out Klea, pushing it back in slowly and firmly. Klea moaned into the chair, hands clenched, her orgasm hanging by a thread, using all her willpower not to come. The man’s groans had slowed, too, lower and less frantic as he fucked her and she tried to stay calm.
Finally, the woman spoke up. “All right,” she said to the man. “You may come.” In two more strokes he was roaring as well, shapeless words around his gag, as he thrust helplessly into her, squirting so much that she could feel it slide off around his dick.
“Go clean yourself off,” the woman said when he withdrew, and he disappeared into the maze. Then she pointed at the third man, the one in the chastity belt, the one she’d fucked.
“Your turn,” the queen said. He rose eagerly and walked to her, saying nothing. She produced a key from inside her corset and swung the metal cage around his cock open, then pulled it off entirely. Still watching upside-down, Klea could see his member stiffen slowly, as if just remembering how.
“Touch yourself,” the woman said, and the man, still silent, wrapped his hand around his now-hardened cock and let out a shaky groan. Then Klea felt a hand on her ass and the head of his cock at her entrance.
The final man fucked her slowly, as if savoring the moment, something that made it much harder for Klea not to come right away. She held her breath to distract herself, until she saw stars. When she gasped for air the man, both his hands holding her hips, thrust back and forth leisurely, plunging all the way out and all the way back in. Klea began to moan, both hands wrapped around the legs of the chair, squeezing as if that would let her retain some control.
“If you’re going to come, you need to ask permission,” the woman said. Klea bit her lip, unwilling to do it just yet. “Or you get the whip,” she said quietly.
The man behind her grunted, thrusting in and out, and finally Klea couldn’t take it anymore. She’d never been fucked so long or so hard without coming.
“Can I please come?” she asked.
“Hmm,” said the woman. She slid the whip through her hands as if thinking.
Klea could feel herself on the brink, her heart hammering, the feeling about to explode through her body whether she wanted it to or not. “Please,” she whispered.
“I suppose,” said the woman, and instantly the orgasm knocked Klea over, covering her from head to toe as she sagged against the chair an
d let the bursts of pleasure take her over. Somewhere behind her, she heard the man ask the same thing, the woman also give him permission, felt his cock harden and spasm inside her for what seemed like minutes. Klea felt drained, as if her long-needed orgasm had been the same thing as running a marathon.
The man pulled out and undid her ties, then left. Klea stood and rubbed her wrists, letting her dress fall back down to her feet, facing the short blonde queen, feeling unstable on her feet.
“Follow me out,” the queen said, and walked to a wall. She stood on her tiptoes and pushed in one stone, high up, and a door slid back and then to the right. The castle was right behind it.
Klea’s jaw dropped open. The queen smiled.
In the end, they hobbled the bull’s legs together with rope and made an extra-sturdy pen for it on the ship Klea took back. The queen hadn’t been lying: King Minos was glad to be rid of the constant reminder of his wife’s psychosis and monstrous extra-marital child. Klea saw that the three men from the night before were all guards stationed behind him, and had to wonder: how much did the king know? Did he care how his wife got off, as long as it wasn’t with an animal and she didn’t wind up pregnant? People had the strangest arrangements.
Back on Rhodes, bull firmly in a stone pen, Klea went to see the king but was stopped at his door.
“He’s expecting me,” she said.
The guards exchanged a look.
“Sorry,” one said.
“Can’t I at least go into the waiting room in there?”
“Sorry,” said the other.
Klea looked from one to the other, trying to figure out what was going on. Then, very faintly behind the closed door, she heard a grunt, then the sound of someone’s breath hissing through his teeth. She looked each guard in the eye again, one at a time.
“I’ll check back later,” she said. Somehow, she felt like she’d just gotten the upper hand.
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