Labyrinth of the Minotauress (Stufe 4) mail warning

Welcome, to the Labyrinth of the Minotauress

Ahh... so after a long, arduous journey across the sea... through the desert... and deep into the forgotten woods... you stand have finally found it.. the labyrinth... MY labyrinth.

You find yourself standing on the precipice of a great challenge, "hero". You will either emerge from the maze triumphant, bathed in glory and the praise of those around you... or you will suffer a humiliating and miserable fate. Either way... it is too late to turn back once you step past the threshold. The doors will shut behind you... and you will find yourself presented with a choice. There are many twists and turns in the labyrinth, each of them leading to a new challenge to undertake. Where will your will guide you?

Perhaps you wish to prove your strength? Your endurance? Well, there can surely be no better test than wrestling with an orc! Or maybe even several at once. Be careful, for while they have been instructed not to break their toys permanently... they will be far from gentle. Their leader, Sheila, is quite the brutal sort.

She and her tribe await you in their training area, a wrestling arena I've built to help them get out some of that token orc aggression and brutality. But when their eyes fall on you.. you will surely be pulled into their "sparring". And do be warned, each of them sports a rather sizeable green cock they are more than ready to use breaking in a new toy...

Though, there are any number of challenges you might face on your trek through the maze, you may take a wrong turn stumble down some stairs or perhaps even fall through a trapdoor! Should any of these unfortunate fates befall you... you may find yourself in an unfamiliar place... quite different in appearance and structure from the rest of the labyrinth. A luminous cave.. lined with crystals that seem to glow under an artificial moonlight... and a lake, a seemingly harmless body of water. Perhaps taking a dip inside, resting those aching muscles after your long journey wouldn't be a bad idea. Go on.. relieve yourself of your armor and step in...

Yes.. the water feels just right doesn't it? A perfect temperature, a wonderful place to relax. But... something seems off, does it not? It feels a little.. thick.. more viscous than water.. and is it.. moving? Yes, it seems to be.. squirming all over your body.. writhing and wriggling into and over your most sensitive and sacred places. Though perhaps calling them sacred is generous now.. for by the time you've stepped into the "water" it's far too late.. a figure appears to be coalescing and rising from the middle of the lake. She is a dear pet of mine, Adri the slime mistress... do not let her seemingly innocent expression fool you.. she has a powerful thirst for your fluids and she will milk them out however she can.

Ah, but it need not all be doom and gloom in my labyrinth, after all, can one really operate such a structure without having a REAL place to relax, have a little fun, perhaps enjoy some drinking and dancing? It may seem odd to find yourself in a nightclub in the middle of such a massive structure clearly built to challenge heroes like yourself! But it is here and fully functional, have a drink! Relax and ease your mind, set aside the worries of what may happen to you later in your journey!

It may be in your best interest however, to be wary of the patrons of the club. Though I often keep them quite busy working in the labyrinth, maintaining the traps and corridors (As well as cleaning up and tending to any heroines who may have decided life was simply better as a toy than trying their hand at adventuring in search of glory). They party just as hard as they work. The most capable and diligent one, Greta loves to play with the heroes who stumble through the labyrinth. Be careful not to party too hard.. or you may find yourself spending the night with her... every night, in fact.

This is a vast place, if you've not gathered that already from your trek thus far, the numerous monster girls you've encountered. As with any gathering of sentient or semi-sentient beings, structures and beliefs often come into play. I don't mind what my minions believe, so long as they understand that their place is beneath me, to serve me. It may come as little surprise however, to find that their icons of worship are as deliciously devious and lewd as they are. You have found, the Chapel of Tentacles!

And what sort of chapel would wouldn't have a devoted priestess to guide her earnestly lewd flock? To shepherd the poor innocents who stumble across the chamber of writhing appendages into their slimy, squirming embrace? Why no chapel at all, so being that this is one, you will likely meet with the priestess herself, Alva, a drow of a particularly hypnotic beauty.

Over the course of your time in the labyrinth.. you may feel a slight pull.. a tug in a certain direction... a sweet smell leading you onwards... it's just too tempting to resist... by the time you regain your senses.. you find yourself in.. a rather luxurious looking bedchamber? Is the where the Minotauress lies down to rest her head at night? It sure seems lavish enough.. the sweet smell wafting in the air to your nostrils relaxes you, makes you... forget... why did you come here? You're so tired... why not lie down? Ease your body and mind..

But just as you go to close your eyes... you spy something... someone approaching... who could this be? The true owner of this bedchamber? It seems you've fallen into her clutches... how unfortunate.. but worry not.. she will care for you... lavish your tired body with the attention it needs.. all you need to do is relax... and give in...

The labyrinth is a strange space, something of a place between dimensions, its shifting structure was only made possible by delving into magics that make the space between realms a bit... thinner. Of course, I can banish any unwelcome intruders. But when these intruders decide they want to lend their might to my cause... well, who am I to deny free help? There may be a point where you find yourself in a seemingly unused, empty chamber. Finally, an ACTUAL chance to rest your weary body, nothing threatening here, right? No tempting bed concealing a succubus, no seemingly cool waters to ease your body... just an empty- The ground begins to rumble, reality itself ripples and begins to tear apart, in the center of this distortion, you see it.

Oh, shit. Well, you should've known better at this point, right? There's no real reprieve, only more battle to be joined. So it should come as no surprise at all... when the distortion in the middle of the room tears open into a portal. Then, out from the portal? Something big... something... fiery... fiendish! Something... kinda sexy?

Encounter Log

The first trial, Amelia

Some time before her delve into the Labyrinth, Amelia was a foolhardy adventurer, seeking to plunder the depths of my maze. However that first encounter ended rather quickly. She was stripped of her gear and forced to work as a relief slave in my Labyrinth. However, as time wore on, I found myself using her exclusively more and more often. Though it was hardly surprising that I ended up growing almost fond of her, given how obedient and attractive she was... what happened next was certainly surprising, to her, at least. She awoke one day to find her cell door unlocked... a means of defending herself lain almost carelessly outside of her cell. Though it was certainly a questionable turn of events... she saw her chance and took it. She quickly donned the gear and set off through the dungeon, prepared for anything... or so she thought. She was immediately frustrated in her escape attempt, finding herself in the wrestling arena with my orcs. Though she managed to fight her way through, albeit getting stuffed several times over in the process, she found herself stripped, bereft of everything but her weapon and her body. As soon as it seemed as though she might make a hasty escape from the orcs, she would find the Labyrinth seemingly had a will of it's own, guiding her into the clutches of the Icon of the Wriggling Mass... Alva. What followed then was nothing short of a rather humiliating display for the wolf. She found herself hypnotized and used.. embracing the slithering tendrils that brought her such pleasure. Though Alva has always been one to get caught up in the heat of the moment, she found herself climaxing inside of Amelia... as did the tentacles... leaving the wolf with a strange message, that she was to be sent through without being kept to serve the Drowish Mistress and her tentacles. For the seemingly final stretch of her journey, Amelia found herself able to navigate the Labyrinth, finding a forked path that would allow her to decide which minion of mine would be her final encounter. Feeling rather confident, she delved into the deepest part of the Labyrinth, facing off against the slime lake's matriarch.. Adri! The slime tried everything, cloning herself, pull Amelia deeper into the lake's clutches... even being so bold as to take on my form, which the wolf had become rather infatuated with... but the wolf proved resilient, beating back the slime with the only weapon she had on her person, a magic amulet that shone with a brilliant light. When she finally made her way to my chambers, I was READY for her... what ensued was a blisteringly hot, passionate encounter that left her satisfied... and with a choice... to remain a slave... or take her station at my side. Unsurprisingly, she chose the latter. Joining me as my concubine, my right hand... and close lover.

The second delving, an attempted "rescue" and the resulting service, Cariel

With Amelia being as sweet and lovely as she is... it's hardly a wonder that her absence would be noticed by those close to her. Nonetheless, it took a missive sent, pleading for help from her dearest pet for someone to come and try and rescue her, as her whereabouts were unknown for some time. The dragoness, Cariel sought to rescue her mistress from this wicked place... though in her haste, she may have failed to realize that sending such a thing would likely be impossible for the slave of a dungeon. She'd no clue of Amelia's ascension to become one of the Labyrinth's most prominent figures. Much like Amelia, she faced the orcs first, though her weapons of choice were her fists, feet and tail. She proved rather tricky for them to handle, even knocking some out cold before trying to bring their leader to heel with her powerful thighs. Before she could land a truly decisive victory, however, she was whisked away by a giant tentacle, brought before the Drow, Alva, much like Amelia had been. The dragoness showed far less spunk here... her weaknesses for being hypnotized... bound... and made to worship the Drow's feet all lead to her almost submitting then and there. However she was mysteriously rescued by a cloaked figure who was able to make the tentacles go haywire. Before Alva could regain control of them, the floor opened up beneath the dragoness, sending her into the darkest part of the Labyrinth... exhausted and still a bit addled by the hypnotic influence of the Drow. Her journey mirrored her Mistresses almost in it's entirety... as she found herself set upon by the slime matriarch, Adri. The pivotal point it would seem... the final test as to whether or not she would measure up to the high standard Amelia had set by making it to me... though Amelia would prove again why she was stronger here. Cariel was almost entirely enveloped by the slime... and brought to a powerful release as the Matriarch whispered promises of seeing her Mistress again into her ear... After spend a good, long time being drained... who should show up but Amelia herself? Amelia brought her pet to her chambers and allowed her to rest... revealing the deception that had brought the dragoness into this situation... knowing that her servitude would be uncompromising. Unfortunately for Cariel, during her service she would fail time and again to navigate the Labyrinth without being captured in some way... both times ending up locked in a box... pleasure endlessly by tentacles... for weeks on end... Amelia may have neglected to let her out a few times...

The third exploration, Maria

It had been a rather chance encounter, born of both interest and boredom on both mine and the lioness' part for this most recent delve. I had invited her to simply explore the great structure I'd toiled on for so long with me by her side. When I met her at the entrance, she looked positively radiant and ready for a day of fun explorations! As I'd planned, we started by making our way to the goblin nightclub and enjoying the lewd sights and sounds, perhaps even a few drinks. However, when my back was turned... she felt the call of someone who knew what desires lurked deep within her. Alva drew her to the chapel deeper within the labyrinth... effectively separating us without my knowledge.. and earning a punishment for herself later on. Maria fully indulged in what Alva spoke of, both women were hoisted by the tentacles of the chapel and experienced untold bliss, there was hardly any struggle.. just mindless... slithering pleasure. Once Alva had her fill, Maria was sent on her way... though she made sure to leave the Lioness with a reminder of their time together... lodged firmly inside of her ass. As luck would have it, Maria wouldn't get far before stumbling upon a chest and finding it to be more than it appeared... the Mimic used Maria for hours, taunting her by letting her get just far away enough that escape seemed possible, then slowly dragging her back in... swallowing her entirely... all seemed lost for her... before it spat her back out with a bottle of perfume that made her smell so very wonderfully irresistible. Once she collected herself, she found herself in a seemingly empty room in the maze. Perhaps this part was unfinished? It seemed a possibility... given the scope of the structure itself. However this space proved to be something of an anomaly... a place where the veil between worlds was especially thin... thin enough that the demons on the other side of the veil could smell how delicious her scent was now... reality split open and she was set upon by a giant demon who prompted made use of the holes that had been fucked open by the litany of tentacles Maria had encounter moments before. The portal became a mirror in the middle of the encounter.. showing Maria how easily she'd been made into a toy for demon relief. Through the portal reached a hand... another demon? The same one reflected by the influence of her demonic magic? It was only then that Maria's divine blessing had seemingly saved her from becoming a permanent toy to the demons... light shone out from her and cast the demons away... while I raged back in the nightclub, angry at the head goblin for how she'd let Maria be led astray. So caught up in my anger was I, that I almost missed her being spat back out by the structure into the night club. Luckily amidst all the noise, I was able to pick out her voice, calling out to me. Seeing her so aroused, naked and still reeking of the perfume that induced such a strong reaction, I wasted no time, discarding my attire and leaping onto her, indulging in heated passion. As I always had with her, I found myself completely lost in the pleasure she brought me, even in such a state, her body was a delicious meal I simply had to enjoy. She ended up climaxing on my massive rod in the middle of the dance floor, with me following shortly after, exhausted from punishing the goblins that had let her be spirited away. It's impossible to say what might've happened next... as we both ended up falling asleep in each other's arms... but I do recall a few of the goblins looking rather hungrily at our exhausted bodies right before I drifted off...

A special guard, born of a loving connection, Minerva

Minerva has ever been one of my favorite partners, always so devoted and lovely. So when I properly opened the Labyrinth, it only made sense that she should have a spot in it! She came around one day, exploring what it had to offer while I had decided to open the structure to guests, and she was immediately as though she found a place of belonging. Not only was the Labyrinth full of futanari like herself... they all seemed to take an immediate liking to her! In particular, she found herself drawn to Sheila, the leader of the orcs in the Labyrinth. During her first encounter with the Orc Chieftess, she and I ganged up on her, several hours of swapping positions, seeing if the dragoness could hold out long enough to milk the strong futa... before she proved herself worthy. The days that followed, she moved her horde into the Labyrinth, seeking to explore what it had to offer. Needless to say, she and Sheila met up a few times, to indulge in the favored pass-time of the orcs in the maze... naked futa wrestling! Though she was allowed to explore and indulge as much as she liked within the structure... I always made sure she came up in the evenings... both to give a lengthy report of the goings on in the Labyrinth... and to remind her exactly who she belongs to~