Volume 3 Chapter 49 : Minotaur sex

"What the hell was I thinking?" Izzy says as she struggles against the rope tied around her arms. She feels sweat drip down the pleather bra she is wearing; it trails down her body till it hits the edge of her pleather bikini bottom. She squirms, grossed out, but the sweat runs down inside anyway.

"Dammit, guys, he isn't coming. Come cut me loose," she shouts at the camera above her head. The lights dim and the torches outside the labyrinth doors flicker in an unseen breeze.

"Hey guys, I know you can hear me; please come cut me down," Izzy shouts, thrashing around, but the stripper pole she is tied to doesn't even flex in her struggles.

time passes.

Izzy hangs limp and cries softly. "Guys, this was a bad idea. Come get me," she begs looking up at the camera, then hangs limp; she stares at the floor. 'Why am I doing this... I should have just driven past the ranch and never stopped. ' she thinks to herself.

Deep in the labyrinth, the Minotaur opens his brown eyes. The oval iris expands to take in the little light there is available in his home at the center of the maze.

His apprentice is sweating hard as he does push-ups, building up his upper body strength. The Minotaur nods his head appreciatively. The child, now as tall as a normal human, is already muscular enough to compete in the strongest competition next year. The Minotaur's head snaps around again. A noise, that noise—he sniffs the air. It smells like desperation, fear, and anxiety.

He blows steam out of his nose and takes a step, then another. He breathes faster, the fire in his eyes glowing brighter.

Meanwhile Izzy shifts her legs uncomfortably, her bladder aching. "I should have gone to the bathroom first…" she struggles. "Let me out, guys, or I am going to pee my pants. you might like it you perverts come on please"

Deep in the labyrinth, the Minotaur storms faster now, running, his breath sounding like the chuffing of a train engine, his feet glowing as he makes the many-mile trip through the maze.

Izzy is still hanging limp from the sacrificial pole. she is now bored, and her bladder hurts. She is tired of begging to be let go; she is giving up. If she were a little more comfortable, she would sleep.

the Minotaur grows closer.

Izzy picks her head up. There is the distant sound of hooves on concrete, a stirring in the air. a smell of sulfur. She lifts her head up as the doors to the labyrinth burst open, the steel doors slamming on the walls. The Minotaur slows down two paces away from Izzy. his fire burning brightly in his eyes. The flame leaking out of his nostrils.

He bellows a loud bovine noise and grabs the stripper pole she is tied to and rips it from the ceiling and floor. He holds her close to his face, the heat making her hair frizzle.

Izzy screams, and the Minotaur bellows back at her a faint red flame blowing at her face.

Izzy shuts up out of fear for her life. 'I can't sleep with this thing; it's on fire. Fuck, I am way over my head. i am going to die.... yep i am going to die....'

The Minotaur looks into Izzy's eyes. He smells her, his tongue sticking out, and licks the sweat off her body. Then he looks ashamed and looks left and right before deciding he is alone with his sacrifice

Izzy is mortified and shamefully aroused by the sensation of his tongue on her skin; it's hot, almost too hot on her body.

The Minotaur smells her from her feet upward. he blows approving steam out of his nose.

Izzy is convinced he is going to take a bite out of her like she is tandoori chicken she screams.

but with a grunt, the Minotaur puts the pole over his shoulder and carries her into the dungeon, this time walking slowly.

once Izzy gets her breathing under control she starts to come up with a plan of escape then she looses control and kicks out with her foot, hitting the Minotaur in the shoulder; she inadvertently moves herself closer to the end of the pole. Shit, did he not even feel that? ' she thinks and kicks one more time

this time something happens for sure. Izzy's head falls toward the ground, but the rope tying her ankles together catches her. She dangles from the pole, her head 3 feet from the ground. She gets a good view of the muscles on the Minotaur, the way they ripple under his bronze fur, like he was sculpted of metal and brought to life and given a layer of fur to make him look more realistic.

Izzy suspects this is the blood flowing to her head and tries to bend up and grab the bar but can't. "Fuck, let me go, dammit! I will pass out if you leave me upside down." She struggles, feeling pissed off, and her bladder still hurts. She has a horrific nightmare of her peeing on herself while upside down what a horrific way to go.. "Dammit."

The Minotaur seems bored and oblivious to her plight. "Some plan, this really isn't going well," Izzy says and adds, "THANKS, CAT." She shouts, her voice echoing off the tunnel walls, and then from a great distance, echoes back, "Thanks, Cat."