Maidens and Minotaurs
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				Title: <strong>Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>07-10-2015, 18:47:52</strong>
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				It was supposed to be the most intense erotic MMO ever created. Instead of relying upon a console, the VR helmet interfaced directly with the user's mind. Drawing images, scents and sensations directly&nbsp; from the user's memories, it could create the most realistic environment ever. Then, six months before it was to be released, it was inexplicably pulled from development. Yet rumors persisted that a few VR systems had reached the public.<br><br>The package arrived on Friday afternoon. Bryce hadn't seen the recipient for years, but he had never forgotten the humiliation he had experienced in college. Bryce had lost his girlfriend, his scholarship and his future job prospects. It was an old wound that had festered for years. The package wouldn't make things right again, but vengeance would still taste sweet. By the time his victim realized what was happening, it would be too late. He would be trapped in the VR as well as in real life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 02:49:41</strong>
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				Roland was unaware of all this happening, just as he was unaware of most thing that happened in college: a simple but deadly combination of confidence, innocent trust in people and an inordinate focus on computer games. So much so that he made it his career and his lifelong calling to build and test and maintain and create new forms, types, and scales of games. He barely recalled the offhanded remark during the group interview that had won him the prestigious software engineering scholarship instead of Bryce. Bryce had become a brilliant coder after his loss, though his continual attempts to compete with Roland chased both friends and family away from him. Feh, water under the bridge.<br><br>Finishing up another piece on his game design blog, Roland chuckled to himself. How odd that one of the first, and most realistic MMOs chose <em>porn </em>as its subject matter. Then again, pornography had driven&nbsp; technological advancements - Blu-Ray, Streaming, Torrents...<br><br>He was expecting a piece of technology - a VR Helmet for game architecture testing that the Eastern European bloke on the Darknet swore was legitimate. The brown package was therefore not a surprise.<br><br>The 'Maidens and Minotaurs' logo instead was.<br><br>"So he stole one of the development units. Nice." Roland spent a moment admiring the two Ms on the helmet, the beautiful soft curves for the pink 'M' for Maiden, and the muscular, forceful lines than made up the 'M' for Minotaur. After running a few diagnostic scans for viruses or pranks, Roland disinfected the helmet inside and out with sprays, locked down his room, and plonked the helmet on his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 14:02:14</strong>
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				The design was unlike anything he had seen before. There was no sign of any software or anyway to program the device. Although the headset looked innocuous enough, the tech insight was of a different order than any game he had ever seen.<br><br>Placing the headset on his head activated the device. First, the nerves on his head were deadened so he wouldn't feel what came next. Nanites were injected, fastening directly onto his neural synapses. Interfacing directly with his brain, the nanites now controlled all his senses.<br><br>The nanites dug in deeper, taking control over his biological functions; blocking his body's creation of testosterone and boosting his estrogen level. The effect would not be obvious at first, but over time it would make him increasingly feminine and submissive.<br><br>Fully integrated with his brain, the headset disengaged. It was not needed now as the nanites could now be activated either in virtual world of his mind or in the real world.<br><br>Roland remained unaware of the changes. From his perspective, as soon as he put on the headset, the real world swirled around him like water down a drain. <br><br>When the scene reformed, he was standing in a forest. A cool breeze brushed his skin and the air tasted crisp and clean. Sounds of woodland life surrounded him. A squirrel and several small birds eyed him inquisitively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 14:21:32</strong>
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				To Roland, though, he simply put on the headset and felt the world change around him. Interesting. Sight, smell, and sensation. Interesting. How did they do it?<br><br>A cool breeze, a chill wind, and scenes of woodland and squirrels. What? Wasn't he supposed to spawn in a labyrinth or something? Odd.<br><br>Hrmm. The wrong game may have loaded. Suppressing faint concern, Roland tried to step forward, while simultaneously attempting to summon a menu to exit the game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 15:51:45</strong>
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				The game was so realistic that there was no sign of any interface. He couldn't bring up a menu anymore than he could when walking down main street in real life. This didn't feel like a game. This felt real. Verbal commands had no effect. There was no character creation. There was no game introduction. There were no objectives. He was simply 'here'.<br><br>The peaceful sounds of the forest were interupted by the sound of a young woman's scream. Although not far off, Roland couldn't see her due to the trees. Her scream faded and she began to frantically call for help. Intermixed with her cries, a feral snarling could be heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 15:56:15</strong>
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				"Immersive," he muttered. It was probably a wear-on, take-off sort of effect, where the act of moving his hands to remove his helmet would probably achieve the effect of remo-<br><br>The scream of a young woman. An avid gamer and a student of game design, Roland knew this was a way to pique his interest and call him to adventure. Well, duly noted. While Roland would normally have tried to hack the game or explore the environs, a thought in him made him decide to go along, to play along with the game.<br><br>Picking the direction where the scream and the snarling could be heard, Roland dashed off to save the damsel in distress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 16:41:12</strong>
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				The trees felt real. Pushing his way through the undergrowth, the branched tore at him, scratching his arms. Finding a curved path, he headed for the sounds.He could feel his muscles tensing as he raced down the path, his breath panting with the effort.<br><br>He burst into a clearing. In the center was a large tree with golden leaves. Hiding behind the Tree was a beautiful blond maiden. Her skimpy tunic was torn and revealed more than it concealed <br><br>Circling around her were a half dozen creatures. They were small, barely three feet tall. Their skin was a greyish green and covered with warts. They snarled and hissed at the girl as they threatened her with spears. The spears weren't their only threat. The creatures were naked and obviously aroused. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 16:57:02</strong>
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				Pacing carefully around, Roland found a heavy-looking rock. Moving about, he noticed the welts and scratches on his arm, feeling the minor sting. Interesting.<br><br>Obviously, he took a moment to admire the scantily-clad maiden. Long legs, creamy perfect flesh, an innocent-looking, virginal face and a lovely set of blushing nipples... Well, he could sample the 'Maiden' aspect of this adventure, at least.<br><br>He stepped silently out of the brush, smashing the rock unto the back of the creature's head. Quickly grabbing the fallen spear, Roland began yelling loudly and swinging the spear about. "Away, away! Come, girl, come towards me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 18:17:01</strong>
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				As Roland stepped forward, rock in hand, the scene froze. The goblin-like creatures stood motionless. The look of horror frozen on the maiden's face. Even the rock hung in the air. The normal ambient sounds of the forest fell silent.<br><br>"Hell, Roland." A deep voice addressed him. A powerful looking man in armor stepped from the treeline. Upon seeing him, Roland felt a strange thrill of excitement. "Welcome to my game. What do you think of it so far?"<br><br>The man gestured expensively around them. "This world is a creation of my programming, the game's AI and you own subconsciousness." He grinned in self satisfaction. "Yes. I think I will enjoy playing this game."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 00:26:26</strong>
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				Roland flushed red and dropped the rock. "Hrm. Who are you again? You look familiar..."<br><br>Waving a hand about in a mocking imitation of the armoured man's gesture, he nodded. "Very well put together. Workmanlike. Decent AI, great programming to be able to harness my subconsciousness to this extent.<br><br>"But what do you mean MMO? The M&amp;M servers were never opened. Surely this is a localhost exception, and I'm the only player on it." Suppressing his thrill, Roland appraised the armour. "Who are you again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 01:57:48</strong>
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				"The MMO was never released to the public due to the side effects. However certain government agencies found this technology very interesting. But this is neither here nor there. This one has been made special for you. Your subconscious is helping create it, I get to guide it in certain direction."<br><br>"As far as who I am..." The man faded from sight. A moment later, the blond maiden stirred. "I can be be anyone. Of course I can't stay logged on all the time, but the AI will take care of things when I'm not here."<br><br>The maiden froze again. This time it was one of the creatures that spoke in a high pitched grasping voice. "You are mistaken in one thing. You are not the player, I am. This is my game. You are the one being played."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 02:09:12</strong>
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				"OK. Some sort of a trap." Roland moved over to one of the larger rocks in the clearing and sat down trying to recall what was in the negotiation and influence books he'd read. "I assume too nothing will happen if I do this..."<br><br>Roland made a few universal gestures to exit VR, followed by attempting to remove his 'helmet' by going through the motions.<br><br>"OK, what do you want?" He flung a stick at the maiden. "You've really broken immersion and enforced your own God Mode in the game by the way, well done Gary Stu."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 02:21:06</strong>
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				The goblin creature grinned and then froze. The warrior rematerialized. When he spoke, his voice sounded strong and powerful sending shivers down Roland's spine. "My game. Only I have access to the settings." He stepped closer, his presence making Roland feel smaller and more vulnerable.<br><br>"I simply thought that you might desire a welcome to the game. I am sure you have questions. For example, as you know this game was originally used to create pornography play. There are two ways to defeat your foe." He gestured to the goblins. "The first is physical. However some foes you might find a bit intimidating. There are many opponents here in the maze. However there is a second way to defeat them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 02:40:39</strong>
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				"Ooh, ooh, I know sir. Is it unnecessary exposition?" Roland rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand. "You're really cramping the style of the Power Fantasy in the promised porn-play, you know. And if you're thinking of having me fellate all these goblins, well, that reveals more about your own cocksucking fantasy aspirations. Do you want to nibble on a dirty warty knob?"<br><br>Idly, Roland grabbed a rock and smashed it into the armoured man's teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>13-10-2015, 23:11:35</strong>
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				The man didn't even have the courtesy to react when struck across the face. Instead he grinned as if fully enjoying himself . "As you wish." He smiled, gave a small bow, took a step back and vanished.<br><br>Life flooded back to the scene. The sounds returned like a recording speeding up to normal speed. As bird, previously frozen in mid flight, flew across the clearing. Then the growls of the goblin-like creatures teach his ears as the band of vicious creatures turned to face the damsel's champion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>14-10-2015, 02:56:02</strong>
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				Deciding that the author, whoever he was, would have simply placed him into pain if he wanted to, Roland reasoned there would be a game, and some sort of trick so he could not win. Simply surrendering would not be an ideal answer either. As the vicious goblins turned towards him, he grabbed the rock, hefted it, and flung it at the lead goblin while dashing off into the thickets in the other direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>14-10-2015, 18:26:25</strong>
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				He turned and fled from the clearing however the goblins did not pursue. Behind him, he could hear the creatures turn their attention once more to the maiden.<br><br>Her cries were frantic before they became muffled. It sounded like the goblins had captured her. From their cries and howls, they seemed to be celebrating their victory.<br><br>The forest seemed dark and menacing. However a faint trail could be seen winding through the trees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 03:17:21</strong>
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				Roland cursed, forgetting the maiden was still susceptible, then hardened his heart. This was a game; the maiden was there as a sympathy trap, meant to distract Roland so he would fail.<br><br>He grabbed a sturdy branch as a makeshift club, just in case, and then chucked it. Improvised weaponry. Instead, he tied his shoelaces tight and trotted down the trail at a brisk pace, getting away from the goblins and their debauchery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 16:23:54</strong>
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				The sounds quickly faded behind. The trail coiled through the dense forest, splitting in several places and twisting so much that it was impossible to keep a sense of direction. <br><br>It felt like he had been walking for hours. For all he knew, he could have been walking in circles. He felt tired and sore from walking and was starting to feel hungry.<br><br>Then he smelled it. The scent of a barbecue! Someone was cooking nearby. The trail opened up on another clearing. A large hide covered yurt stood on one end of the clearing. A large firepit had been dug on the otherside, where a large pig had been roasting.<br><br>Movement caught his eye. A huge man had his back turned to Roland. He must have been at least seven feet tall. Leaning against a nearby tree was a huge sword, as long as Roland was tall. The towering man turned slightly with a rumbling grunt. Roland could see horns and a beastlike face... a minotaur!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 18:29:56</strong>
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				Unafraid, Roland approached, showing confidence not fear in his stance and his gait. Sure, the game was Maidens &amp; Minotaurs, and the player character was nominally the Minotaur. Not a villain to fear, but an ally.<br><br>Roland waited, watching to see how the Minotaur would react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 18:57:22</strong>
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				As he stepped into the clearing, the beast-man straightened as he caught Roland's scent. He inhaled deeply as if sampling a bouquet. He let out a deep rumble as he turned. Seeing the man, the monster looked momentarily surprised. <br><br>As the monster stood to his full height, Roland realized just how huge he was. His powerful shoulders were so wide that it looked like he was wearing football pads, yet the corded muscle of his body proved that it was muscle not padding that made him impressive.<br><br>"Hello little one." He said in a deep, throbbing rumble. "Are you lost? It will be dark soon. The forest is not safe in the dark." He spoke slowly and calmly as if talking to a child or a nervous pet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 19:10:51</strong>
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				Size: Medium or Size: Large? Roland could not recall the template for Minotaurs, but his gaze dipped down to glance between the creature's legs. No loincloth. <br><br>"No, the forest will not be safe after dark. But I am here in front of you, so you don't need to worry." Roland cracked a smile, and settled down to sit. "May I have some meat?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 19:24:55</strong>
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				The man-beast looked down at Roland. The glance where the loincloth might have been proved that even if he wasn't a 'large' creature, at least parts of him were.<br><br>"You are here in front of me. I see you." He intoned as if reciting a ritual, yet a bemused expression crossed his muzzle. "You wish to sample my meat?" He looked down with his powerful arms crossed over his massive chest.<br><br>"It is my kill. However, it you clean and serve the beast, you may&nbsp; join me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 19:33:30</strong>
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				"Fair enough. We'll be good partners." Roland reached over and gently nudged the huge sword, feeling its weight. Nope. Too heavy. He went for the small throwing knife and eating-bowl near the fire. Cleaning the pig easily, he sliced off a huge chunk of pig shank and handed the bowl to the Minotaur. He turned back to the pig and cut himself a slice as well, fat dripping from his fingers.<br><br>"This is good. Why are you here in the forest, Minotaur?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>15-10-2015, 20:04:16</strong>
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				He grunted again in amusement at the word 'partners'. However he accepted the bowl with a grateful nod. "Sit here!" He directed, gesturing at the ground in front of where he was sitting. He then looked upon Roland intently. Roland felt small and vulnerable in front of the monster. The creature seemed strong, powerful, virile and very masculine. It made Roland feel... less so.<br><br>He chewed the meet thoughtfully before answering. "My tribe is having a meet: a gathering for the warriors to claim new mates. I am hunting for the feast, and to collect any strays that may have wandered."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 03:44:23</strong>
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				Before he could react, he was already seated where the Minotaur had gestured. Damn; now he'd have to sit there or risk defying social convention. Inside, Roland was cowering, but he tried not to let it show. Seven times he served the Minotaur, having eaten his fill long since. He tried not to think about that too.<br><br>"Stray mates? Well, good hunting." Roland pocketed the knife and stood to leave. "I too am on the hunt. Farewell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 14:52:24</strong>
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				"Stray mates? Did I say that? Interesting." His dark brown eyes regarded the man thoughtfully. His eyes flickered to the knife, but he offered no comment about the theft.<br><br>"Darkness is falling. You are woefull ill equipped for the forest at night. It gets very cold and the trails are not safe. You might get eaten by a grue or captured by a leech vine."<br><br>He stood as Roland stood. "You would be welcome to share my camp. It is safe and warm. You will come to no harm here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 17:59:08</strong>
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				Roland hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. I will sleep here."<br><br>He lay down on the floor, then, next to the fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 18:40:16</strong>
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				The huge minotaur looked amused. Once the fire went out, the night would be cold. There were warm furs within the yurt. The human would probably be freezing before morning.<br><br>He gave a gruff grunt then entered the yurt. Leaving Roland alone by the fire.<br><br>Roland found his was tired after the long day in the forest. His eyes grew heavy as sleep threatened to overtake him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 18:46:48</strong>
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				Two hours later, Roland awoke, shivering fit to burst. The fire was out, and his nose was soaked with wetness. Groaning, he crawled into the yurt and curled up on the furs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 19:01:47</strong>
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				Roland drifted off to sleep... and instantly awoke back home. He felt rested, as if he had been in a deep sleep. The headset was still perched on his head but was unpowered.<br><br>Something felt different but he couldn't put his finger on it. He felt strangely emotional, as if both happy yet ready to burst into tears. His body felt weak and he felt strangely bloated.<br><br>It seemed that he had been in the game for hours. It was dark outside. The clock showed that it was only nine o clock. Early enough to go out if he wanted, yet also late enough for bed if he so desired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>17-10-2015, 03:19:01</strong>
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				"Glad that shit's over," Roland cursed. he slipped the headset off and fit it back into the box, stumbling into the bathroom. He took an excessive, thorough shower, as if washing the madness out of his head, and made sure to go over his scalp to ensure the headset hadn't slipped in any nasty surprises like a needle giving him Tetanus or whatever.<br><br>Then, exhausted, he fell into bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 15:37:01</strong>
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				It did not take him long to fall asleep. After some time, he stirred. He felt warm an comfortable. Surrounded by soft fur like blankets, his back was pressed up against something large and warm. There was a pleasant earthy scent surrounding him, a mix of spices, pipe tobacco and the scent of the forest.<br><br>He wondered what had awokem him when he felt something hard poking him from behind. Shifting slightly for comfort, he felt the hard object nestle in the crease of his backside. He felt warm, safe and comforted.<br><br>Slowly he woke further. He was lying on the hard ground. A thick, steel-like arm was wrapped around him holding him protectively. The minotaur! He was the huge warm body behind him. And that hard thing poking him... suddenly Roland was wide awake!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 15:58:55</strong>
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				Roland grunted silently, and tried to wiggle out of the Minotaur's hold. How was he trapped? How as he back in the world? He clearly removed the headset.<br><br>The minotaur's arm was heavy and immovable, so he tried to squirm around and climb out of his grasp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 18:20:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Minotaur's arm was as immobile as a band of iron. All his wiggling and he couldn't get free. However his squirming had another effect. The hard object behind him was growing even harder and larger! From the rumbles that the beastman was making, he was still sound asleep.<br><br>As Roland wiggled, he discovered two disturbing facts. First, he wasn't wearing any pants. He was wearing a nightshirt that had ridden up. The second fact was even more disturbing. The minotaur wasn't wearing any pants either!<br><br>The beastman growled in his sleep, mumbling something about, "I see you, little one... make a good heifer for tribe..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 02:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roland ceased to struggle, giving up, although he did try to tug his nightshirt down. "I'm a man, you fool. Not a heifer!"<br><br>Grumbling, he stared into the distance, bored.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 13:59:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His boredom didn't last long. He felt the minotaur nudge him again. At the incessant pressing, he felt something new. The man beast was rubbing up against something that felt strange yet wonderful. <br><br>Even as he was reflecting on his words declaring his manhood, he felt folds between his thighs yield to the probing. The pressure increased as the bull cock threatened to push through<br><br>Even without seeing it, he knew what he was feeling. It felt like he had a pussy!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 15:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping, Roland tried even more to escape, kicking his feet, using his hands to try to pull himself away, kicking the cock, anything.<br><br>A pussy? he didn't want to be fucked!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 16:06:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite how good it felt to be rubbed down there, Roland fought to free himself. This time, his efforts awoke the minotaur. It blinked the sleep from its eyes as it focused on the squirming person in his arms.<br><br>He held the small figure secure. "Calm down, little one." He rumbled. "No one is going to hurt you here. You are safe with me.'&nbsp; His strong arms held Roland secure. " Stop squirming and I'll let you go. I would not want you to hurt yourself. "<br><br>Either his efforts to escape were eventually successful or the giant decided to release him. Either way, he managed to twist free, tearing his sleeping shirt in the process.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 16:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping, finally free of the odd sensations, Roland pulled back and found himself cornered by the edge of the yurt, the sleeping shirt unravelling around him.<br><br>Grasping at the yurt, he looked down at the minotaur, and down at himself. Why did he have a pussy!?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 16:54:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The huge minotaur was smiling. He sat back on his haunches as he regarded his guest. He watched as Roland frantically examined himself... or more accurately... herself. As not only did she now have a pussy, but where he was expecting to find his manhood, he was greeted by a smooth front. The minotaur continued to grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 16:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You...you know what happened?!" Roland's groping found nothing below, only the familiar sensation of touching a woman's labia; unfortunately what was unfamiliar was the sensation of his labia being touched!<br><br>Shocked, not processing it fully, he reached up to grope his chest and his face.<br><br>"What have you done to me!?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 17:48:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A deep rumbling chuckle answered her. "I thought you were a hunter. I would not have guessed that you were a heifer... Until you started rubbing against me." He regarded her thoughtfully.<br><br>"You are not as developed as our cows. Perhaps that is because you have been living in the forest, but I'm sure that with proper care, you will soon be rips and ready for milking."<br><br>He shrugged and dismissed his line of thought. "The forest is not safe for you, little hunter. I could take you to my village. I would welcome you as a guest. We are nearing mating season. You would be most welcome."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 01:34:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Uncertain of how his body felt, Roland darted out of the yurt and began running.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 15:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Outside the yurt, the morning air was brisk and cold. Frost tipped the leaves on the trees. The cold air caused Roland's nipples to harden and peak forming small bumps under her nightshirt.<br><br>Without shoes, the ground felt hard and she quickly stepped on several sticks. There were no sign of her pants from the night before. Staring at the paths leading into the woods. She realized that the minotaur had not followed, leaving her feeling very much alone and vulnerable outside the safety of the yurt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 16:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Better to be alone than to have the minotaur come after her and think of her as a heifer. Pregnancy and being milked... She shook her head. No.<br><br>She made for a low try, climbing unto the perch, and trying to examine her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 16:26:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took to the safety of a large nearby tree where we began to examine herself. It wasn't as bad as she initially feared. For the most part she still looked like herself. Her chest was still manish, although there was a slight puffyiness around her nipples. Her hair was still relatively short although it needed a trim. Although it felt she had been here for hours, her face was smooth and she did not need a shave. Her legs looked smoother than she remembered, the little hair she had there were fine, blond strands that were practically invisible. The only significant change was between her legs. There was no denying what she found there.<br><br>She was still close enough to the camp to see it from the safety of the woods. The beastman stepped outside and blinked in the morning light. He sniffed the air and turned in the direction she had fled. However he did not follow. Instead, he started moving around the camp, gathering his belongings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 16:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart leapt into her mouth as the Minotaur turned towards her direction, but it thankfully only began packing its surroundings. She wrapped what was left of her nightshirt around her and tried to remain silent, watching the Minotaur closely, wondering if it would head away. There was hardly a thought of calling out to him -- better to take her chances with the forest than to go down into his arms and his ...cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 16:51:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast continued to pack. It looked like he was breaking camp. From the look of it, the camp had been set up for a while and it was taking him time breaking things down.<br><br>Roland found herself watching him intently. Her attention drawn to the rippling muscles of his broad shoulders and powerful chest. She caught herself staring at his intense member. She found her mouth was watering at the sight. Although she knew she wasn't gay, her mind refused to even consider that option, she couldn't deny the way her body was reacting or the attraction she was feeling. Her attention was so captivated that she was unaware of the vine that was slowly wrapping around her ankle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 17:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roland yelped as the tip of the vine fiddled with her toes, then screamed as the shock made her topple out of the branch and dangle by her ankle!!<br><br>The odd sight of the muscles and the minotaur had been..enthralling, yes, that was it. It was just unusual and anatomically interesting, that was all. There was no attention. But now she was trapped and helpless, dangling by an ankle, unable even to pull her torso up to reach her ankle.<br><br>"Help! Help! Minotaur, help!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 17:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The vines, sensing her movement, entwined around her quickly. She grabbed at one to tear it off, only to have it wrap around her arm. In moments, she was trussed up, arms pinned to her side. The vines had tangled her legs, weaving a snare, binding her legs together.<br><br>After secured, several thick vines emerged from the trees. Unlike the ones that bound her, these vines were each tipped by what appeared to be a large seed pod. The pod started exploring the bound girl. The first rubbing against her lips as if seeking entry into her mouth&nbsp; The second crawled up her legs as it tried to squirm between her thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>22-10-2015, 00:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Minotaur! Minotaur!" Roland yelled with increasing urgency and a crazed high-pitch. If she didn't get free soon, she might well end up a human flowerpot!<br><br>Roland did her best to clamp her thighs shut and cross her knees, begging loudly for the Minotaur's aid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 16:06:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fortunately, by wrapping around her legs, the vines actually aided in keeping her thighs together. However, another vine threatened to thrust into her mouth whenever she cried out. Her plea for help were stiffled as one large pod tried to worm its way past her lips.<br><br>There was a loud crashing through the forest. She felt some grab and rend the vines. She saw the pods crushed in a mighty fist. Then, still bound tightly by the vines, she was lifted and thrown over the minotaur's powerful shoulder. <br><br>This close, his scent filled her senses. His odor was pleasant, reminiscent of pipe tobacco and spice. She could feel the way his muscles rippled beneath her as he effortlessly carried her.<br><br>Moments later, she was back in the clearing, still bound hand and foot, set down at the minotaur's feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>26-10-2015, 15:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmf!" She spat the podhead out from her swelling lips and wiggled helplessly on the ground. She tried to look up, but all she managed was to look up at the Minotaur's knees.<br><br>"Th-thank you for saving me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>26-10-2015, 16:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The minotaur knelt down on one knee next to her, a simple movement made more disturbing by her vantage and the fact he wasn't wearing pants.<br><br>"The forest is too dangerous for you little one. Where is your home? You shouldn't be wandering around by yourself." He made no effort to help free her, but did help her sit up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>26-10-2015, 16:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His crouch brought his massive member painfully close into view, and pointed right between her eyes like a threatening dagger. Helping her sit up did not quite help matters, as even seated, she was dwarfed by the giant Minotaur's bulk.<br><br>Roland stared. "What are you talking about? You saw me. You held me in your tent! Recall? You ripped my dress off!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>26-10-2015, 18:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see you now." The beast man replied, his large, soulful eyes regarding her naked bound form. "You tore your dress in your haste to run. That doesn't change my question. How can ensure that you return safely home if you do not tell me where that is? I am not one to leave a defenseless heifer wandering the forest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>27-10-2015, 17:09:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't - I come from Earth. A place where there are humans, like me, and no Minotaurs, like you." Roland bit his lip. "And I am not a heifer, although I am defenseless. Will you not free me?" He shrugged and gestured pointedly at the bonds still keeping him bound. "I feel, well, very vulnerable and defenseless like this. And naked."<br><br>Suddenly, his situation returned to him, and he crossed his legs to hide his new female part.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>27-10-2015, 18:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stood and circled around her, examining her. "You look like a heifer. Small and delicate." He moved closer, dropping down to all fours over her, his muzzle ran along her, almost touching her. "You smell like a heifer. You smell like you are in heat!" He licked her thigh, his rough tongue teasing her bare soft skin. "You taste like a heifer." His hot breath stirred the air between her thighs and blow against her newly discovered sex.<br><br>He sat up suddenly. "You are a heifer." He stated decisive, as if that concluded the matter. "You are very vulnerable and defenseless, and very naked." He grinned a low growl. "You are a tempting morsal and not yet branded."<br><br>He regarded her carefully. If I free you, will you run?" He looked thoughtful then shook his head. "I would not want a heifer like yourself to come to harm. I cannot simply let you run free." He stood, leaving her bound in the vines and started rummaging through his pack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 13:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you're not going to free me? Hey?"<br><br>Roland shuddered. The licking of his thigh had been wildly sensuous and erotic, and, though he hated to admit it, caused him to feel warmer and wetter between his legs. No amount of squeezing his thighs or crossing his legs helped him feel secure and covered up.<br><br>"What are you looking for?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 14:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returned a moment later with a heavy strap of leather. His powerful stride carried him back to her side. Effortlessly, he picked her up and set her on her feet. Then in a smooth practiced motion, he wrapped the thick leather band around around her throat. He stepped back, the collar securely in place.<br><br>Hanging from the from of the collar was a large bell which rang out with every move she made. He regarded her a moment, then turned to fetch his sword.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 14:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My first fear was that the strap would be used as a lash, or a whip, or worse. It turned out worse; the thick leather collar would be difficult to cut with even with human strength and a sword, but the bell was ridiculous and humiliating.<br><br>The Minotaur moved and acted without addressing me at all, as if I were a small child or - no, definitely a slave, as if I were a mindless 'heifer' who could not speak or articulate or think. Incensed, I could only wait while he retrieved his sword, the idiotic bell jangling.<br><br>As he approached, I turned and gently presented the back of my arms, hoping he was going to cut the vines, sticking my butt out so he could get a better angle and not cut my arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 14:57:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a firm grip on the collar and pulled her upright so that she was forced to stand on her toes. Then in a smooth motion he sliced with the heavy sword, cutting away the vines that bound her legs, leaving her arms bound.<br><br>"The collar and bell mark you as under the protection of my tribe. It will keep some trouble away. Also the bell will help me find you if you stumble into trouble again. You are not a properly belled heifer. You are not branded."<br><br>He set her back down on her feet. "My name is Garr. I see you. Do you accept my protection?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 15:33:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I accept. Now free me, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 15:55:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He started to cut the vines, then stopped. He regarded her with a hard look. "If I am to protect you, I can't have you running off again." He stepped back to his pack and returned with what could only be described as a leash. He secured it to the collar. He tugged on it to ensure it was fast, causing the bell to ring loudly.<br><br>Satisfied, he snorted. He then tore away the remaining vines. "You are a skinny little thing. You will be safe in my village. You will be my guest and under my protection, little hunter. I will see that you come to no harm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 16:53:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I was shocked. A collar, a bell, and now a leash? It was clear, the Minotaur had no intention of setting me free, rather keeping me as a slave. No doubt it would only be a matter of time before he decided I was 'in heat' and took advantage of me.<br><br>"Look at me, all skinny and flat and not-curvaceous." I gestured. "You don't want to breed with a slim, stick-like thing like me. And look, without clothes, my feet will be cut to ribbons and I will be hold, and my skin will be burned by the sun. Won't you give me something to wear on my body and feet? It would be helpful." And I could escape better, once he let go of that sodding leash! <br><br>But as he moved, I had to follow, and I knew he was going to lead me to his village. So I would follow...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 17:06:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast snorted, then chuckled, then laughed. "I said I would protect you. I am not claiming you. My brand has not been put upon you. You have my word that I would never claim you unless you asked first. It is not my way to claim unwilling cows. There are more than enough willing to be my mate."<br><br>As he spoke, he started to pile his belongings onto a little. "If your feet hurt, you may ride." He stated gruffly. "Like many females, you might be too tender and delicate to manage for yourself."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 17:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will ride, then." Grumbling, I took a step forward, and waited to see what would happen. "Do I climb on to your shoulder, or..?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 17:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hunched a shoulder in the direction of the litter. "You can ride there." His eyes narrowed as he watched if you would comply. "Do you have a name, little hunter? Or are you waiting for your mate to name you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>29-10-2015, 02:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Riley. I see you, Garr, and thank you for recognising me as hunter." I clambered into the litter and held on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>29-10-2015, 23:18:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The minotaur shouldered the litter and began to drag it behind him. Riding on top, every bounce caused the bell to ring. After what seemed to be hours, you notice something else. Each time you bounced, the bell rang and you jiggled. It wasn't that noticeable at first, but there was definitely a jiggle. Breasts. They were small, but noticeable.<br><br>You were amazed by the strength he possessed. You doubted you would be able to move the load, but he dragged it behind him untiringly. The path took many turns and the thick forest made every path look the same. It felt like you were going in circles. Yet still be continued, his powerful form continuing relentlessly towards his destination.<br><br>Finally he emerged into a large clearing. It was several hundred feet across and looked to have been cleared. In the center of the clearing was a large fortification. Wooden walls encircled dozen of yurts. The front gate was open and a large, younger looking miniature greeted Garr.<br><br>"Welcome back. Good hunting?" He asked looking quizzical at you on the litter. "To ahead and put her in the pen with the others."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 14:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breasts? Breasts!? There was a clear direction for this game - Riley was going to end up a sex slave to the Minotaur, he knew - but he needed to find a way to escape. All he could do was to look expectantly at Garr, and wonder what the Minotaur would do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 15:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Garr had noticed the budding breasts yet, he hadn't shown it. "She is my guest." He stated firmly. "She is free to move around the village as she wishes." The other bull looked him questioningly.<br><br>"No. I have not claimed her or put my mark on her." He turned to give her a sideways look. "You can stay with the other cows if you want. You would be safe with them. You are also free to move around camp, but as you have not been claimed, you might earn the attention of a young stud, if you so desire."<br><br>"Either way, you are welcome to learn about our village. Relax, refresh and clean yourself. Tonight the feasting will begin."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 16:32:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will follow you around, then." Riley grabbed hold of her leash and wrapped it around her neck. "I want to see the village as you see it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 16:51:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eye roamed over her again. If she wanted to follow him around like a lovestruck calf he couldn't refuse her. "Then follow. I have to deliver my prizes to the tribe, then I intend to bathe."<br><br>With that, he shouldered the litter once again and headed for one of the larger tents. Inside, the tent was filled with supplies. Furs and trapping from the other warriors of the tribe were being gathered. <br><br>Garr had only just entered when an immense beast of a minotaur roared in challenge. "Garr! Why are you here with the warriors. Don't you know your place." The creature stood at least a half foot taller and was a hundred pounds heavier. One of his eyes was gone, marred by an ugly scar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>31-10-2015, 06:51:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Riley recognised the condescending look in his eyes, but being unbranded and unclaimed would no doubt leave her up for grabs, and the other cows would like not stand up for her as Garr would. Immediately she began to regret her decision, as the cyclops-minotaur roared.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 16:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My place is here." Garr answered in a low growl, not backing down. The was obvious bad blood between the two and it appeared that they were about to come to blows. Then the scarred beast-man noticed Riley.<br><br>A not so nice grin crossed his face. "Is this yours?" He asked Garr. "She is not branded." He reached out and pawed at her breasts. "She is a skinny little thing, but she is pretty enough. I think I will take her from you." He cupped her chin forcefully as he regarded her face.<br><br>Garr knocked his hand away. "She is my guest and under my protection.'<br><br>The larger minotaur grinned. "So you do like her. Are you willing to fight for her?" He released her with a snort. "Put her in with the other unbranded cows. If I find her wandering around alone, I will breed her!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 16:49:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Riley yelped as she was pawed by the scarred Minotaur - but she couldn't move; he was just too strong.<br><br>"Fight for me," she muttered silently, to Garr, as he led her by her leash to the pen. "Help me get out of here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 19:58:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he heard her, he gave no indication. "I have given my word that I will not claim her or put my brand on her unless she asks it of me." He paused before continuing, his voice deepening. "But if she does, and you even touch her, I will have your hide."<br><br>Impatiently he turned to go, no even realizing that he snapped the leash sharply in his&nbsp; anger.. He stormed out of the building, his anger barely contained. Only after several dozen paces did he slow as if only now remembering the girl he was dragging behind him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>05-11-2015, 23:31:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Riley choked at the first tug, dragged along like she weighed nothing. Well, compared to a Minotaur... When Garr finally slowed, Riley was able to catch up, hips swinging wildly, body jiggling incessantly to fall in step beside Garr.<br><br>"I'll take care of myself. Don't be angry!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 17:39:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;When they stopped, he was breathing heavy. Not from exhaustion but from anger. However her words seemed to calm him. "I am not mad at you little hunter. There is bad blood with Scar. I cost him his eye. He seems to challenge. If I fight him outside the circle, then the rules of contest will not apply."<br><br>He eyed her sideways. "But you know not our ways. Do not concern yourself." He reached out and unclipped the leash, but left the collar and bell in place. I am dirty. I go to bathe. You can join me. Or if you wish to know more of our ways, the women could show you. Or perhaps you wish to explore on your own?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 01:43:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not bathing with you!" Riley took one look at Garr's bulk and musculature and shuddered. "Please, bring me to the...pens, or seraglio, or wherever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 16:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She might have expected him to chuckle in response to her outburst, but the recent incident had fouled his mood. He stared at her then nodded once. <br><br>Leading her through camp, led her to a fenced in area. The corral was crowded with beautiful and scantily clad women. Seeing Garr and Riley approach, one woman came over to meet them. To her surprise, she recognized the woman. She looked identical to 'Melissa' a young woman that worked at the local coffee shop. Actually, Riley had a date planned with Melissa, if she ever woke from this dream.<br><br>The woman stepped closer. "Hello Gar!" She greeted them. "What do we have here? Are you planning on taking a mate this year?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 19:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				...women? And Minotaurs? Something clicked in her game - Maidens &amp; Minotaurs, of course, but it was odd, she expected cows or anthro-cow humanoids for the Minotaurs.<br><br>Scantily clad women were a step up from her nakedness. She shyly approached Melissa and nudged her. "Not his mate, just...rescued by him. May I have some clothes?" She tried to see if they were wearing collars. "Can I come in, please, I'd like to be safe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 20:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa gave her a warm welcoming smile. "There is no safer place than by Garr's side. But please, come in, we will find you some decent clothes." Taking her by the hand, she guided her through the crowd.<br><br>"You must be her for the branding." Melissa stated. Riley noticed that there were two groups of women. Those that were collared and those that weren't. The ones that weren't wearing collars seemed to be in charge. They directed the other in the preparation of that evenings feast.<br><br>"Will you be joining in the dance tonight?" She asked curiously. "Half the women here are jealous that it was Garr that brought you in. I think that they wish tjat were the ones going to be roped and branded by that bull!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 23:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Riley did her best to turn and wave at Garr, over her shoulder, but they were in too deep.<br><br>Melissa. She looked so much like Melissa from the coffee shop. Was this really the girl he had a date with? Had Melissa been so tall in real life?<br><br>Riley was painfully aware she was naked and collared. The bell kept ringing.<br><br>"N-no, I'm not here to compete for Garr, just... Taking a rest before moving on my way." Riley tried not to stare at Melissa's breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 23:52:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They made their way over to a small shed. Inside, the laundry was folded neatly on shelves.&nbsp; It was a very confined space and they had to squeeze together so that they would both fit.<br><br>She gave Riley a curious look. "You may be the only unbranded woman here not competing for his attention." She gave a light laugh. "Don't worry, as pretty as you are, you won't go the night without attractibg one of the other bulls."<br><br>She reached for the shelf behind Riley, pressing up against her. "I think that this might fit you." She looked thoughtful, then put it back on the shelf. "But I think I have something that will suit you better." She turned away, her body rubbing against Riley as she did, then lifted a haness of leather straps off a hook hanging on the wall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 04:08:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Riley felt a little embarrassed pressing up against Melissa, who seemed unperturbed. Well, she could at least enjoy it. She let her body flow into Melissa's contours. "I don't want to attract the attention of the bulls, I'm just passing through the village."<br><br>Riley happily pushed herself against Melissa, until the harness appeared. She gaped. "What's that? Isn't that a saddle? What do you think I am, some sort of leather slave?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 14:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Passing through?" Melissa asked in confusion. "Where are you going? There is only the village and the forest. There is no place else to go!"<br><br>The remark about the saddle caused her to release a bright cheerful laugh. "A saddle? Don't be silly! When the bulls decide to ride you, they will go bareback! No, this is a harness. It will show off your best features. The silks cover too much, this will make it easier for inspection. Here let me help you put it on.<br><br>There were buckles and straps and ties. When done, the soft, thin leather straps covered the more private parts but left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were exposed , the thin strips only covering her nipples.<br><br>Melissa gently kneaded and weighed Riley's small breasts as she pushed them gently into position. " very nice!" She complimented Riley. "As they grow, these will become even more sensitive." She leaned forward and swirled her tongue on the edges of Riley's nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 15:54:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Riley was struck dumb. Bareback? Ride?! Though she had mentally prepared herself before, the thought of being ridden by the giant Minotaurs was highly distressing. And there was only the village and the forest? <br><br>But it was too late; her distraction was taken as acquiescence while Melissa's hands worked deftly. Before she knew it, she was somehow in the harness, with straps running over her shoulder, around her thighs, the leader strips enclosing tightly her body tightly. a strip of leather seemed to fit across her lips as a gag.<br><br>As Melissa licked her nipples, Riley bit down hard on the harness, moaning. "Mmph!" Shamefully, between her legs, she was wet immediately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 16:08:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See! Perfect fit!" Melissa' applauded. She trailed her fingers down along the edges of the leather straps, making sure that nothing pinched, her fingers lightly teasing and caressing Riley's soft skin.<br><br>Outside the was a loud bellowing. "Line up! We want to inspect the new cows!" The deep commanding voice sent shivers down her spine.<br><br>Melissa rolled her eyes. "Here we go again. Ever couple of hours some of the bulls want to inspect the new meat." She sighed. "C'mon, that's you. We don't want to keep them waiting.<br><br>Melissa pulled gently on the harness leading Riley outside. The uncollared women were lined up facing a rough wooden fence. The were bent over, hands gripping tightly on the railing. Behind the, three large Minotaurs paced ad they inspected the women.<br><br>"Hurry, get into position." Melissa' whispered, then smiled. "Unless you want to attract their attention as being willful and desire to be broken."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 16:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All of Melissa's teasing and touching had caused Riley to be rather uncomfortable - she was feeling warm and moist between her legs (thankfully covered by the harness) and her nipples perked up visibly (unfortunately straining against the leather strap).<br><br>Humiliatingly, Melissa was leading Riley by her harness. Riley wondered if she could go on that date with Melissa again, knowing that the cute girl from the coffee was actively taking part in her debasement and humiliation. She decided to take the woman's advice anyway, meekly imitating the uncollared women's position and grip, while being gently envious of their silks and clothes and lack of collar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 16:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was bad enough to think of herself as a man while lined up with the women. But she also realized that she was the least developed of the women. A strange feeling of jealousy came over her.<br><br>The bulls paced behind them. Facing the fence, Riley couldn't watch them. She sensed that one had stopped behind her. Rough hands grabbed her hips. "This one is ready for breeding." the monster announced. "You can smell it on her from across the yard."<br><br>His strong hands wandered, exploring her soft flesh, slapping her rounded ass and tracing the curves of her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 16:28:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Distressingly, she could feel her buttocks jiggle and bounce, resonating with the force of the smack. Not quite daring to move, she stayed motionless and tried to shout that she had been claimed by Garr, though it was difficult with the leather strip across her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 17:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel the beast moving in position behind her, grinding up against her. His hands pulling roughly on her hopd. Only the thin strip of leather protecting her from his invasion.<br><br>The other two Minotaurs noticed and moved to get a closer inspection. Hearing her muffled sounds, they laughed. "She is moaning like a real cow!" Each time the beast behind you ground into you, the bell chimed out and her breasts swayed.<br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, she saw she other women watching enviously. Obviously hating her for the attention she was receiving, blaming her for stealing their mates.<br><br>She felt clumsy fingers loosen the strip around her mouth. But before she could speak, a thick finger wormed between her lips, exploring her mouth, making her feel like a hooked fish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 17:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nggar, ngaar! I bewong to Garr!"<br><br>Better him than these monsters! Riley was desperate and helpless, breasts and bell bouncing and jiggling against her will, her body moved by someone other than her. Hopefully Garr's claim would have them back off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 18:33:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The finger that intruded her mouth wiggled ad it explored. It lay heavy on her tough as it felt her teeth. "This one is docile." She heard one of them grunt. "See how she suckles. She is not a biter."<br><br>It took a few tries but she finally managed to get her message across. It only deferred them for a moment. "She is not branded. If Garr does not claim her tonight, then I will claim her myself! I might challenge him for her. Everyone knows Garr is no fighter. He will back down instead of meeting a challenge."<br><br>The one behind her grunted in satisfaction. "You might have to fight me for her. She is tight. I want to see her bent over the dense braying like the cow slut she is!"<br><br>He growled something to Melissa. "Remove her harness. We wish to sample her before the feast."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maidens and Minotaurs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wenterburn</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 01:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Riley struggled and tried to escape, gurgling at Melissa. In desperation, she chomped down suddenly on the finger in her mouth. <br><br>Surprised, the Minotaur pulled his hand back, pulling Riley with him. She fell, knocking her head against the railing and being knocked out cold.
			</dd>
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