Phase Two

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/monster, non-con (but kinda con, then eventually con for sure), minotaur, gangbang, improvised bondage, overinflated wizardess ego and the inevitable karma, big insertion, taking-charge end]

Unyx was a huge success, and Amara couldn't have been more proud. Conception had so far been 100% successful with all attempted species, producing offspring within the desired range of genetic diversity. The offspring were fertile and stable out to 3 generations thus far, without any sign of degradation. They inherited traits from their progenitors appropriately, with Unyx's contribution being an acceptable difference from the mother and occasionally a personality trait. That, and a very small but notable increase in fertility, but that only made the experiments progress quicker.

In addition to his success as an experiment, Unyx was also exceeding Amara's expectations as a pet, companion, and... regular lover. The two would spend hours together if Amara finished her work sufficiently early, which was about half the time. Unyx was attentive and obedient, and relished the time he got to spend with his creator.

Currently, Amara was circling a newer creature. An adult male minotaur, birthed from a wild, feral minotaur she had captured as part of her experiments. She was starting to experiment with more and more intelligent creatures, so she thought these minotaurs would be perfect. The species was capable of advanced thought, but this particular strain was from a feral base creature, without language. Minotaurs were complex creatures, the intelligent ones that interacted with the other intelligent races constantly at war between bestial and civilized natures. This cunning but ultimately animalistic example was a stepping stone to pairing Unyx with intelligent, civilized species for procreation.

The minotaur stood rigidly still, breathing steadily. It was aware, but held immobile by magic for the inspection. This was the third time this specimen had been thus inspected, the other times at previous stages of his development. Amara examined him and each of his three brothers for any sign of physical irregularity, and monitored their behavior for signs of psychological quirks. So far they had shown none, with the exception that the entire generation had thus far been male. This was noteworthy, but statistically reasonable.

Amara passed around the immobilized minotaur again, coming around from the back to the front, and her gaze passed across the massive phallus hanging between his legs. Hanging there, limp, it was about as thick as her wrist and almost as long as her forearm. Her gaze lingered for a moment, and then another. Suddenly the large member twitched, the minotaur grunting and snarling briefly.

A chill ran up Amara's spine and her eyes shot to the powerful minotaur's face, a full foot-and-a-half higher than her own. The holding spell was secure, of course. That miniscule amount of movement was still permitted. The minotaur stared back at Amara, it's eyes filled with bestial intent, and also... thought. It was thinking of how to get its

immensely strong hands on her, she realized, and the chill shot up her spine again. The specimens in her experiments had never demonstrated the resistance to magic that Unyx possessed, but sometimes Amara wondered if they would. What they did seem to inherit was Unyx's urge for procreation, which suited Amara's experiments just fine, as more generations were needed to gather proper data.

It was then that Amara noticed the bull-man's phallus was now semi-erect, and appeared to be periodically flexing in her direction. She shook her head clear and uttered a spell, sending the minotaur back to the labyrinth-lair she had created for it and its kin to live in. It was housed in a pocket dimension in which a year passed in a month, allowing faster growth of the specimens for Amara's purposes. By observing them there, she could take notes on the minotaurs' legendary capacity for navigation, and see if it was influenced at all by the breeding program. The labyrinth was enchanted to change in small ways every once in a while, to keep them guessing and learning. She wondered how she herself would do at navigating such a maze...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Two months later…

Amara made her way through stone hallways, taking twist after turn as she tried to find her way to the teleportation circle that marked the exit. She had been down here several times now. She enjoyed testing herself with the shifting puzzle, an exercise for her mind, and one that she was very good at. It rarely took Amara more than a few hours to find the exit, and the labyrinth was extensive to say the least.

Certain stationary landmarks helped, though sometimes familiar passages would get sealed off and new ones would open. It was like reading a book that was a little different each time. One minor nuisance was her perpetual nudity, a consequence of having the entrance to the labyrinth behind the barrier she'd erected to protect and contain her experiments. She kept forgetting to find a way around that.

It was also a scientifically productive exercise, in that Amara got to observe the minotaurs from a closer perspective. They hunted her, of course, but she had so far proven better at navigating the maze by a thin margin, and when they did catch up to her a quick spell held them in place. It was fascinating how they seemed to be adapting, learning her tricks and forcing her to come up with new ones. Clearly the natural cunning of the minotaur had not been exaggerated in stories. She rarely saw the mother, however, mostly encountering the four males, albeit only individually. Feral minotaurs were solitary hunters, from what Amara had read on the matter.

A short while ago, the archmage had encountered one of the males, and fled, naturally. She'd had to make a sudden change in direction when, upon turning down one corridor, she observed one of the other males at the far end of it. Her move to avoid being cornered, though, had led her on a detour from her intended path to the exit. Since losing the pursuing minotaur, she'd been attempting to get back on track.

Just as expected, she entered a room in the labyrinth that held a small oasis. A pond of fresh water fed by an underground stream, soft grass, and a fruit-bearing tree in full bloom. Sites like this were scattered around the labyrinth to provide landmarks and sources of food for the minotaurs. Amara sighed with satisfaction as she wandered in. No minotaur in sight, and she knew this landmark. There was a path to the exit nearby, and it would only be another twenty minutes before she was out, by her estimation.

Slowing for the first time since her earlier encounter with the minotaur, she took a moment to grab a fruit from the tree and eat it. Her exercise, physical and mental, had left her a bit hungry. Her thoughts turned to leaving the maze, and of Unyx waiting for her. It was still early... After finishing the fruit, Amara chanted a quick spell in preparation for Unyx, a little elasticity-enhancer that allowed her to fit more of him wherever she needed to. It made the couplings more fun for both of them.

That done, the archmage left the little glade and headed back into the labyrinth, following familiar halls. She stopped several minutes later when she heard heavy hoofbeats, the sound of a minotaur nearby. She proceeded cautiously, not sure where in the maze it was, or behind which wall, or if it could even reach her location.

Moving on more carefully, Amara came to a four-way intersection. To her right, no more than thirty feet away, was one of the male minotaurs. It spotted her and roared, setting off after her immediately. Amara sprinted away, running forward to the next T-intersection with the minotaur not far behind. She turned right, the most direct path out, but there was another minotaur in her way! She wheeled around and fled left instead, away from the pair of minotaur males giving chase, their steps thundering in the stone passageways.

The left path was fine, Amara reminded herself. There was a turn up ahead that led back around to where she'd seen the first of her two current pursuers. There had never been two so close before, and Amara wondered if they had taken up new behaviors or if it was chance. Only further testing would tell, but first she had to escape. When she got to the turn she had in mind, she could take the path she had been previously cut off from, and be on her way to the exit. She tried to remember side passages she could use to ditch the minotaurs as she made the recognized turn that would lead her back around... and was faced with no more than a small alcove, her path ended by an uncompromising stone wall that had not been there before.

Turning as fast as she could, Amara realized that it was too late. The minotaur males had closed in, leaving her trapped in the dead-end. She opened her mouth to cast a spell, but the foremost of her pursuers lunged forward and slapped his huge hand over her mouth, closing his fingers tight behind her ears. The force of the blow interrupted Amara's spell and momentarily lifted her from her feet. Her head spun for a few seconds while the two minotaurs grabbed her and pinned her to the stone floor, the first one never releasing his hold over her face. If she'd needed to breathe, that would have been even more of a problem, but she had eliminated that need soon after her first coupling with Unyx.

Their prize secure, the minotaur males howled loudly in victory, their call echoing off acres of twisting hallways. Amara struggled in their grasp, but quickly realized the futility of doing so. They had her held firm, and with the strength difference no amount of twisting would free the captured archmage. Her head was still reeling from the blow, and she hoped she hadn't gotten too severe of a concussion. The minotaurs had other concerns entirely.

While they adjusted their hold on her, moving around so it was easier for them while keeping her secure, they inspected the spoils of their hunt with hand and snout, feeling and sniffing her out experimentally. The only times they had been this close to the wizard, she had been the one able to move. The switch was exciting for them.

And it appeared to be exciting to them in more than just the general sense, Amara noted. The one with his hand clasped on her face shifted around, and she caught of glimpse of his lower body... and the fully-erect bull-cock that hung between his legs. The thing was massive, longer than Amara's forearm and about as thick as her bicep. She had to admit it was intimidating to behold, but she judged it was no greater in size than many of Unyx's tentacles.

The minotaur that didn't have his hand over her mouth moved his snout between her legs as he held them pinned, and sniffed the region inquisitively. Amara could feel hot breath blowing over her vulva, and it sent a little jolt up her spine. She ignored it, and focused her thoughts on how to escape from her predicament. Or tried to, at least. Her focus was thrown off a second later when the minotaur dragged his huge tongue across her nether regions, tasting her. He lifted his head and snorted in approval, giving his brother nearer to her face a very peculiar grin.

Just then, the situation changed. Another minotaur roared nearby, a call of some kind. The two holding Amara to the stone floor responded in kind, and then she heard the approaching heavy hoofbeats of not one, but two more minotaurs. Two of them in the same area had been an unfortunate coincidence, or so Amara had thought. But all four of them, so close, and apparently communicating?

The archmage realized that they had advanced socially much faster than she had noticed. Her capture had not been an accident, but a coordinated effort. They had remembered the paths she had taken before, and herded her into a place that they knew had changed. It was brilliantly conceived and executed, really. Impressive for such feral specimens. Good for her research, but bad for Amara.

In less than a minute the remaining minotaur brothers arrived. Amara watched them enter the alcove with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Did they have a leader, she wondered? In her guessing at the answer, she noted the quickly stiffening cocks of the new arrivals, and had the answer to her second question: what did they plan to do with her? Unyx's contribution to their breeding was quite clear. Amara mused that it was sort of sweet how everything he spawned wanted to couple with her. Sweet, and potentially very dangerous.

Besides their hardening cocks, one of the arriving minotaurs carried something. It looked like an apple, from the little grove Amara had rested at earlier. This one knelt down beside Amara and leaned in close, nodding to the one with his hand clasped over her mouth. She watched, again impressed with their cooperation, as they worked together to free the first minotaur's hand. The one with the apple pinched her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and held the fruit close. In a quick motion, the hand was removed from her mouth, and the apple forcefully jammed in.

It was an uncomfortable process, Amara's jaw pried open and then stretched and locked in place by the fruit. It filled pretty much her entire mouth, far too large to attempt to swallow and in too tight to push out. There also wasn't any room to chew it, so without her hands there would be no way of speaking anytime soon. Once more she was impressed by the minotaurs' level of problem solving ability. They had figured out that her voice held power, and found a way to shut it down so they could do as they liked.

And they were about to do exactly that, it seemed. Improvised gag in place, the minotaurs lifted the frail woman and carried her off deeper into the labyrinth. She struggled in their grasp and tried to get a hand free to wrench the apple from her mouth, but it was no good. One carried her by the arms, another by the legs, and the lot of them marched toward their destination with intent.

It wasn't long before they got where they were going. It was another small clearing area, with a field of moss with a shallow pool of water and some stone benches for sitting or lying on. Amara recognized it, but did not come through this part of the labyrinth very often. The beast-men carried her over to one of the benches and muscled her into place, bent over it on her knees. One of them stayed in front of her, holding her hands firmly against the moss-covered floor while the others arranged themselves behind her.

At first one each held a leg, spreading them apart for their fourth brother as he got into position behind her, their inhuman strength making her flailing kicks meaningless. Amara glanced over her back and watched the minotaur taking his spot on his knees behind her, shuffling closer, his hands gripping her by the waist, his nearly arm-sized beast-cock aimed at her backside like a spearhead. No, more like the whole spear. Amara took a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes, preparing herself. Time for it to begin, she supposed.

The first minotaur that was to have his master for himself moved in, the tip of his cock pressing in on her pussy lips eagerly. He rutted around a bit, finding the right angle and testing it out. It seemed to Amara to take forever, rubbing around on her as her body reacted with full fervor to the attention. She honestly wished he just get on with it already.

At last he pushed in, not all the way at first. Amara groaned over the apple in her mouth as she was stretched. It wasn't painful thanks to the spell she had cast in anticipation of being with Unyx, but the sensation was still striking. The minotaur thrust several more times, and in a few seconds was pushed in all the way to her cervix. The way became easier as Amara moistened quickly, unable to stop herself. The helpless victim was a favorite game she played with Clovis often, and the addition of real danger set that rebellious part of her mind into overdrive.

Confident that he was well inside, the minotaur started straight away with his thrusting. The eager young male took no precautions or care for prolonging the experience, and instead pounded into the small mage with reckless abandon. Amara could scarcely catch her breath, so brutal was his handling. She clenched her jaw around the apple in her mouth and cried out, trying to steady her position as he slammed into her again and again, filling every inch of her and forcing her to stretch even further, stretch deeper to accommodate him. The wizard knew at that moment that if it wasn't for her magic, this could be really damaging. In a moment between thrusts, she thanked her forethought in casting that spell before her ability to vocalize had been stolen.

The first minotaur pounded away relentlessly, as quickly and as deeply as his muscular hips could manage. Amara had never been handled so roughly, with such bestial intensity. She struggled to make the process as comfortable as possible for herself, but only really managed to squirm and clench and moan and scream as the powerful beast-man ravaged her.

It continued without pause as the minutes started to fly by. Before long, Amara could feel a foreshadowing rumble inside her, a building heat and pressure as she started her ascent to a powerful orgasm. Before she was perhaps halfway along, there was a sudden change in the minotaur’s tireless thrusting. His strokes became slightly slower and deeper, his large hands shaking slightly as they continued to grip her mage’s comparably thin waist. He tilted his head back, and his heavy panting became a deep bellow as he achieved climax.

Amara noted this with mixed feelings, but was astounded several seconds later when the intense pistoning of the minotaur had not ceased or even slowed. She could feel his hot seed flowing down her thighs, but he kept on despite his release. The eager fortitude of this young bull-man was remarkable, to say the least, and Amara couldn’t help but be impressed as his furious assault continued.

Unhindered by his own orgasm, the young stud’s forceful thrusts drove Amara higher and higher toward her own peak. The unexpected situation, the thrill of the earlier chase, the bound position, the potential danger, the primal intensity of the fucking... It was all just too much. The mountain of pressure in Amara finally burst, and a mind-shattering orgasm overtook her. The wizard screamed out over the apple jammed in her mouth, her body rocked by spasms as she shook in the minotaurs’ grasp, her stretched inner walls clenching over her intrusive lover’s bulging cock.

The unanticipated event took the minotaur by surprise, and he was driven over the edge once again, another succession of bursts of his seed spilling into Amara. Even after this, he tried to continue, but after a minute had to withdraw and recuperate. For her part, the pale archmage had collapsed onto the bench, limp and heaving ragged breaths through her nose, her mind spinning.

Before she could fully recover, a second minotaur had taken his place behind her. Eager for his turn, the second massive bull-man pushed his way into her as quickly as possible. Amara cried out at his entry. Assisted as it was by by the considerable lubrication from the first minotaur (and Amara’s increasingly receptive state), it was still a sudden and considerable girth. The second minotaur hammered away at his petite prize much as the first had, the only difference being that this one gripped her by the shoulder with one hand and the midsection with the other, instead of by the hips.

The violent thrusting wore on the wizard’s mind and body. After a few minutes, the second minotaur had worked the full length of himself into the wizard, his hips slamming against her as he continued on. She was driven to another orgasm, and then another shortly afterward. Her mind was all but lost in a sea of sexual bliss and physical strain. She wondered at one point how she could possibly still be conscious. Her inner walls were starting to get raw from the constant pounding, and pain was beginning to outweigh the pleasure.

At last the second minotaur climaxed. This one had a considerably more powerful ecstasy than the first, and remained pumping himself into Amara with quaking limbs for nearly a minute before he had finished completely, and then he was spent. He withdrew from the exhausted mage and sat nearby to recuperate.

The third minotaur moved into position, and Amara panicked. She was lubricated, but another minotaur pounding would rub her so raw it would be unbearable. She worked her mind frantically, trying to find a solution. Before she could come up with one, he thrust into her. He buried himself nearly fully, but the position of his legs was awkward and he withdrew after a few thrusts to reposition himself.

Amara had barely a second, and made a snap decision. As he placed the head of his cock back against her and rutted for entry, she shifted her hips down. His head and shaft were slicked with his brothers’ seed, and the brilliant wizard’s plan succeeded; the minotaur thrust into her ass instead of her slit.

The fault of this plan was immediately apparent. Amara screamed over the apple still crammed solidly in her mouth. She was undamaged, but the force and girth of the entry was too much, she was too unprepared. It hurt!

A sort of survival instinct kicking in, the archmage cast the only thing she could, a simple spell that let her cast another, weak spell without vocalizing. She had nothing available to stop the minotaurs, but there was a single spell she had that could save her. Within seconds after the third minotaur had pushed into her backdoor, Amara’s figure shifted and wavered, becoming insubstantial.

The minotaur buried in her backside backed away quickly in fear, not understanding what had happened. The others quickly rose to surround the strangely translucent wizard as she rose to her feet and used her free hands to finally remove the apple from her mouth. One of the minotaurs lunged at her, but passed straight through to the other side. The others stood around and waited, most of them looking to the first minotaur that had taken her.

Amara glared at the apparent leader. She hurled the apple at him, and the moment it left her grasp it again became and connected with the leader’s snout. It bounced off and he growled angrily. Seeming to accept the challenge, the leader fearlessly stepped up to Amara and stared her down. He reached out and grabbed at her experimentally. It wasn’t an aggressive gesture; he was just trying to see if he could touch her. His hand passed straight through.

In response, Amara reached out her hand and brushed it through the minotaur leader’s chest, at the same time casting a spell of debilitating pain. The leader roared and dropped to a knee, gripping his chest and seizing slightly as the pain wracked his body. Amara remarked that he handled that level of pain rather well, but her point was made regardless. The other minotaurs seemed unable to make up their minds whether they should attack or cower, but held their position.

When the pain finally subsided, the leader stood again and regarded his creator with a look of new understanding. Amara pointed at the ground at her feet insistently. Wary, but not wanting to anger the invulnerable wizard, the minotaur lowered himself to his knees and bowed his head to the ground. His grand scheme had failed. You cannot fight someone who can become a ghost, and so he wouldn’t try. The other minotaurs bowed as well, following their leader’s example. If he bowed to her, so would they.

Amara, satisfied that her dominance had been asserted, dismissed the spell that made her insubstantial. It would have worn off in a few minutes anyway. She reached down and laid her hand on the minotaur leader’s head, and cast another spell. This time he found himself refreshed and invigorated. A reward for compliance.

The leader stood again, and looked Amara over, curious about the new arrangement. Still wavering on her feet, Amara walked uneasily to the pool and waded in, leaning against the edge and just enjoying the cool water against her skin. The minotaurs followed her, remaining a few feet from her.

When she noticed them all standing around aimlessly, Amara waved a hand dismissively. A couple of them flinched, expecting another spell. Annoyed, the archmage pointed at each of them and then pointed pointedly at one of the exits of the grotto, then repeated her dismissive gesture.

This time they took her meaning, and sulked out of the grotto one by one. Only the leader remained. He waded into the pool opposite Amara, and out into the middle. He waited a few feet from her, eyeing her. She noticed his presence, but ignored him for a while, keeping her eyes closed and recuperating after her intense ordeal.

Amara snapped awake a while later, having apparently dozed off. She was still in the grotto, but no longer in the pool. She was laid out on the soft grass nearby. The second thing she noticed was the minotaur leader, sitting on a bench and watching her closely. She looked him over once again. His fur was coal black with small tufts of grey around his hands, feet, and snout. His horns were a deep, shiny black color. He was the second largest of his brothers, but clearly the most intelligent, capable of problem-solving thought.

“Ebonhorn.” she said to him. “I will call you Ebonhorn. Yes, that’s a fine name.”

As if in recognition, the hulking beast-man stood up and moved over to her. Amara rose to a sitting position as he came over. He stood over her, looking her over, a hungry sort of expression on his face. Amara looked up at the powerful beast-man and noticed his cock, twitching and stiffening as he stared at her. A little twinge ran up the wizard’s spine, and she recognized it as excitement.

Amara reasoned that her future visits to the minotaur maze would be very interesting.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Three weeks later, the usual serenity of the minotaurs’ labyrinth was disturbed by an intrusive racket. Screams issued forth from deep within the maze, echoing over the walls for a considerable distance, the point of origin difficult to discern by any listener.

In one of the labyrinth’s many grottos, two large male minotaurs stood facing each other, with Amara sandwiched between them. The archmage had each of their monstrous cocks packed into her petite frame, one in her slit and another in her ass, the feat only made possible by use of magic. While one gripped her by the hips, the other held her shoulders, and together they worked her up and down their shafts. Rutting their hips in sync, they impaled the wizard on their cockmeat again and again, much to the insatiable mage’s barely-coherent delight.