Labyrinth of the Minotauress (Level 3) 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...