Authors: Roxie Noir
She put one finger under his chin. “Are you a good slave?”
The man nodded, looking up. The woman took the whip and expertly cracked it across his ass so that he made a strangled-sounding yelp around the gag. The first man was still lying on the ground and hadn’t moved a muscle since the woman told him to stay, so Klea could see the second man’s erection twitch when the woman whipped him.
“I said no eye contact,” the woman said. The whip flew again, making a slashing noise against his ass, making another strangled shout. “I see I haven’t trained you well enough.” She hit him twice more, once on the ass and once on the back.
The third man was wearing some sort of metal device around his groin, Klea could see, and it glinted dully in the firelight. Whatever it was, she’d never seen it before. The woman walked over to a chair, where Klea couldn’t see her, and when she came back she had removed the bottom half of her dress and seemed to be wearing a huge metal cock.
“Kneel,” the woman said to the third man. Once he wasn’t kneeling down anymore, Klea could see what was on his cock: it looked like some kind of cylindrical, curved metal cage, the bottom dripping like a leaky faucet onto the dirt, a thin band of metal around his waist, attaching the contraption to his trunk. The metal strap-on cock bobbed in front of his face, at least eight or nine inches long.
“May I suck your cock?” he whispered.
“Why should I let you?” the woman responded. With one hand she caressed its length, almost as if it were physically attached to her.
“Because I suck the best cock in the kingdom,” he said.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I suck the best cock in the kingdom!” he shouted, the words echoing off the labyrinth walls.
She moved her hips and hit him in the face with it, then looked over.
“You,” she said, pointing to the first man. “Come over here and clean up his mess.” She pointed to where his cock, held flaccid by force, was dripping pre-cum into the dirt. The man scampered over on his hands and knees and licked up the dirt. When that was gone, he began to clean the man’s chastity belt with his tongue.
As that happened, the woman grabbed the man’s head by his hair and tilted it back. He opened his mouth and she slid her cock home, coming to the back of his throat. He gagged visibly, and she pulled back a fraction of an inch, then tugged his head down her cock again.
“You disgust me,” the woman said. “You’re a weakling who can’t even get an erection.”
The man made a noise. Klea could see that his eyes were beginning to stream, his head still firmly held in her hands.
“Did you have something to say?” the woman said, pulling out.
“Throatfuck me, mistress,” he said.
She slapped him across the face, hard.
“Please throatfuck me, mistress,” he said, and almost before the words were out of his mouth the woman had her cock back in his mouth, pushing the whole thing in. Klea could see it move into the man’s throat and then back out, his head still forced back.
The second man, the one with the ball gag in his mouth, was still on hands and knees, breathing hard, sucking air in and out of his mouth, eyes screwed shut.
“Don’t you dare come,” said the woman, her metal cock deep in another man’s throat. The man closed his eyes and squeezed his hands into fists, clearly trying not to watch the third man with a cock buried deep in his throat.
The woman, keeping one hand on the third man’s head, reached out, whip in her other hand, and belted the man with the ball gag two more stripes across his back. He cried out as best he could.
Watching, Klea realized she was getting aroused. This had never really interested her before, the idea of dominating men, but was that what she looked like giving head? Was that was she’d looked like chained up by that stranger in the cabin? That naked, that vulnerable? This woman seemed to have absolute power over all three men to the point where she could make them do anything. Buried in shadows, Klea reached under her flimsy dress and began to touch herself, pussy swollen and wet, clit at attention.
Finally, the woman pulled out of the man’s mouth, and Klea could see threads of saliva arcing between his face and the metal cock.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Is that the right way to treat a worm like you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“What else should I do with my cock?”
The man lowered his eyes.
“Fuck me with it, mistress.”
The whip lashed out, leaving a red mark across his back.
“Look at me.”
“Please fuck my ass, mistress,” the man said, looking straight up at her. His cock strained at its bonds again and again, the first man making sure that not a drop hit the ground.
There was something so naked, so vulnerable in his voice—he
wanted
to be fucked so badly—that Klea found it even more arousing. She began to circle her clit with her fingers, half wishing that she could step in and suck that metal cock, maybe even put it in her pussy, let the woman fuck her.
“Stand,” the woman said. He did and bent over to grab his ankles, the ass with the thick white scar now the highest point of his body. She walked around him, the other two men tracking her with their heads, and pushed the metal head of her strap-on cock against the entrance of his asshole.
“Please, mistress,” the bent-over man said.
With one powerful thrust, nearly knocking him over, she pushed the enormous s strap-on metal cock all the way into his ass. The man made a noise halfway between a shout and a groan, a noise that echoed off the maze’s walls and out into the sky.
“Harder, mistress,” he gasped. She pulled her cock almost all the way out and then plunged in again, this time eliciting a high-pitched whimper from the man. His cock, still held flaccid by its cage, dripped a near-steady stream, some drops now coming too fast for the first man to lick up, scattering across the dirty ground. She pumped in and out again and again, and Klea listened to the man’s cries increase in urgency, a sound of pain and pleasure combined, the almost purely animal sound of a man on the brink, and she rubbed herself faster, closing her eyes.
Suddenly, the sounds all came to a halt. Klea opened her eyes to see the woman staring at her, the woman with her strap on buried in the man’s ass, the man struggling to keep his balance, eyes screwed shut, whimpering. As she made eye contact with Klea, she rammed her cock in deep one more time, then withdrew and walked over to where Klea stood, frozen, horrified that she’d been caught.
“I know who you are,” the woman said. Klea was at least nine inches taller than her, but the undeniable presence of this woman, her commanding nature, made Klea feel three feet tall. “You’ve come for the bull,” the woman said.
Klea could only nod.
“The king is going to give it to you,” she said. Her cock gleamed in the firelight. “He hates that it’s here, this close to me. But now, it would seem that you’re mine.”
Klea looked around.
I could get out of here, easy,
she thought.
As if reading her mind, the woman spoke softly, her smile with a hint of menace. “Do you know the way out?”
This is where children got lost and died
, Klea thought again. She shook her head.
The woman cocked her head to one side, cruel smile. “I’ll show you out when we’re done here, then,” she said, and turned around. “Follow me,” she said over her shoulder.
Klea didn’t think she had much of a choice, and as she followed the woman into the puddle of torchlight, her cunt still ached, feeling like a swollen bruise between her legs.
The woman collapsed into a chair and took off the strap-on, tossing it to one side. She spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy, and pointed to the first man.
“You,” she said. “Come lick my cunt.”
He stood hurriedly and nearly ran over to her, erection bobbing up and down, then knelt in the dirt in front of her throne. He thrust his face into her pussy and began lapping eagerly. The woman sighed.
“Make it last, slave,” she said. Klea could see his tongue working, lapping at her clit again and again, his own erection looking nearly ready to pop, as if he were straining against his own skin.
Almost lackadaisically, the woman handed Klea a riding crop.
“Don’t let him come,” she said, shifting her hips a little, eyes half-closed.
Klea looked at the man, hands still bound in front of him, nearly in ecstasy.
“Do you want to die here?” the woman asked. Klea raised the crop and brought it down on his lower back. It was an awkward blow but it raised a bright red welt immediately, causing the man to make a little grunt as he kept lapping away.
“He needs another,” the woman said. Klea brought the crop down again, harder this time, on a different spot and this time the man closed his eyes when he groaned.
“Again.”
Klea swung again and the man groaned, louder this time. The woman had grabbed his head with both hands and was pushing it into her pussy, eyes closed.
“More,” she said. “Keep going. He deserves it.”
Klea swung the crop again and again, covering the man’s ass and back in the red welts and he moaned and moaned into the woman’s pussy, face smashed into it, and finally she came with a quick jerk and then a long, long sigh. She released the man’s head, and when he looked at her, slapped him across the face.
“You,” she said to the second man, the one with the ball gag. “Get the cock.”
Klea thought she meant her strap-on, and nearly pointed out that it was right there, lying next to her, but instead the man came back with a dildo nearly the size of his forearm, covered in supple black leather. He bent his head and held it out to the woman.
“Take it,” she told Klea. She stood, nearly kicking the kneeling man in the face but ignoring him, and strode to another piece of furniture in the pool of firelight, a reclining couch. She lay down and spread her legs open, arms over her head, her metal corset still on. She snapped her fingers at the kneeling man.
“Come lick me off again, worm,” she said. The man crawled over, scuttling across the dirt. “And you,” she said to Klea. “Come fuck me with that.”
Klea looked down at the dildo in her hands. It was easily twelve inches long and four inches in diameter, an absolute beast of a thing. The queen lounged on her couch, shifting her hips as the man knelt gently, licking with his head over her thigh, allowing room for Klea to get in there.
“With this?” Klea said doubtfully.
“Come stand up here,” the woman said. Klea did so and then felt a sharp sting across her still-clothed ass and thighs.
“Ow!” she shouted, and backed away.
“I said,
fuck me with that
,” the woman told her.
Klea knelt by the couch, the man licking and licking at the woman’s clit, and pushed the head of the massive dildo against her opening. She pushed gently while swiveling and was surprised to feel it go in easily, as though her cunt had been waiting for it hungrily.
“Mmmm,” said the woman. Klea pushed the leather dildo in further, slowly, hearing the woman’s moans, then pulled it back out.
“Really fuck me,” the woman said. She arched her back and Klea slid the dildo in again, faster this time, watching the cunt eat the huge thing up.
“Don’t you just love being stretched out?” the woman said. Her eyes were closed. “I mean—mmm—really feeling like there’s a cock in there, like there’s no room for anything else.” Klea slid it in again, harder, faster. She was breathing harder herself, her own cunt dripping with juices. “I had made it from a cast of the bull’s cock,” the woman said. She began to squirm, both hands holding onto the head of the couch as if anchoring herself. “After Minos found out what was happening, he stationed a hundred guards around the courtyard, day and night. Keep licking, worm. The last time I fucked my bull I was three months pregnant with our son.”
Klea didn’t know what to make of it. She had no desire to fuck a bull but fucking this woman with this huge dildo had gotten her flushed and aroused, and she drove it in and out of her, working up a sweat.
“You’ve got practice,” the woman moaned. “You can fuck right.” She bucked her hips up off the couch, making the man licking her cunt lose his balance for a moment. “Don’t stop licking, worm,” she said, as Klea plunged the dildo in and out. “Oh, right there,” she said, and bucked her hips up again. “That’s right. Fuck me right there, right there, RIGHT—THERE—“ she shouted as she threw her head back with a long, expressive moan, Klea still moving the dildo back and forth inside her, her entire body jolting up off the couch. It took her a long time to finish coming, and when she did Klea could see a trail of sweat tracing down her neck, disappearing under the corset.
Klea began to withdraw the dildo, but the woman stopped her.
“Leave it in,” she said. “I like to feel it there.”
Klea took her hand off it and stood.
“See if she’s wet,” the queen said to the man who’d just eaten her out. Without making eye contact, he dutifully ran one hand up Klea’s leg, faster than she could react, and put one finger in her cunt.
“She is, mistress,” he said.
“Would you like to fuck her?” the woman asked.
Something changed in the air between the three men, a kind of static charge rippled through. Klea’s heart beat faster.
“Yes, mistress,” he whispered.
The woman reached down between her legs and adjusted the dildo deep in her cunt, making a long satisfied sigh.
“Would you like to fuck my slaves?” she asked Klea.
For the first time, Klea really looked at the three men. They were all heavily muscled, brawny types, the long curves of their arms and legs standing out in the firelight.
“You can say no,” the woman offered. “You’ve done quite enough to get the bull. They certainly don’t deserve it.”
Klea’s cunt ached. She looked at the bobbing erection of the man next to her, so swollen it looked almost painful.
“Yes,” said Klea.
“It will need to be on my terms.” She adjusted the dildo again.
Klea nodded.
“You and you,” the woman said to the first two slaves, the one who’d just eaten her out and the one with the ball gag. Then she snapped her fingers.