Chapter 60: Into the Labyrinth

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – The Labyrinth, The Empire of Shizhuth

I led my two sisters and mother into the Labyrinth at a jog. My armor shifted around me, my helm strapped tight. I had my tulwar in my sheath, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice. The tall, stone walls rose over us. The way behind was shut.

It was find the middle or die trying.

And I had too many counting on me to fail.

The pressure rested on my shoulders, but I had the strength to handle it. I would push on through. I would persevere and conquer all the obstacles in my way. Nothing would stand between me and victory. Nothing.

“Friendly place,” Pyrriah said as she jogged up beside me. She was armored, too.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, glancing back at Lasla and Mother.

My dragon-mother’s boobs bounced. I left the chastity belt and collar on. I didn’t want to dismiss them and give away that there was anything special about my dragon-mother. She was the ultimate trump card.

If things when horribly wrong, I would unleash her on the nagas and hope she was strong enough to get our family out of here. Then we would spend the rest of our lives hunted. Drakin Castle deep in the Haunted Forest was the only refuge I knew about.

My Queen Tinia and her fairy children were making that place safe, but Throwia knew about it. I had to finish her quest, free my father, then retire to my castle and live with my family. Breeding my women. Breeding their daughters. Giving others of my daughters to my sons.

On and on and on.

I slowed to a stop as we came to the first branch. Lasla panted. She wasn’t in as good shape as Pyrriah and me. Sure, she could fuck all day, but running. We had to slow down. We couldn’t blitz our way to the center. Minx and Xerathalasia needed us to buy time so they could free Solja and Tharaka’s mother.

Oh, and stop the breeding program.

But I promised those two I would save their mothers.

So I couldn’t go through this too fast, and yet I was in a race. It was so much to balance as I looked right and left. The right would take us toward the duallahan we were racing, and that just felt like a terrible idea.

So I went left. I made a decision and I went with it.

We moved through the labyrinth at a brisk walk now. The ground was crumbled stone. Gravel with tufts of grass growing here. It was dark but lightning as the sun climbed higher and higher into the sky. Every time we came to a turn, I chose the one that I thought would lead us to the center.

Sometimes, we hit a dead end and had to backtrack.

We looked around for any traps, too. We had no idea what we would find here. We just knew we had to be on our guard. This place was not to be trusted. My shoulders itched as we moved through the labyrinth.

After an hour, it was getting hard to keep watch with vigilance. To scan the ground for any signs of disturbances or threats. Maybe there was a concealed pit or a trip wire or something else I couldn’t even think about.

There could be spells, too.

“Keep a watch for any strange shadows,” I warned my women.

“Yes, Master,” Mother said.

“We know,” Pyrriah said. She was already feeling the pressure, her head moving around. “You told us that fifteen minutes ago.”

“Sorry.” I slowed to a stop and rolled my shoulders. “It’s just ... We have to get through to the middle.”

“We will,” Lasla said. She came up beside me with a soft smile on her lips. “We’re going to get through this to the middle. We won’t be stopped.”

“No, we won’t,” said Pyrriah.

My two sisters both smiled at me. They were so supportive. Mother hugged me from behind. I couldn’t feel her boobs thanks to the armor, but I knew they were piled against my backplate. She stroked the front of my breastplate.

“We’re going to win,” she said. “You never lose. You have too big of a cock to lose. You’re cocky.” She giggled.

“Cocky?” I groaned. “That’s terrible.

“I know.” She released me. “But cocky men with big dicks get things done. Now, let’s defeat this labyrinth.”

I nodded and resumed walking. I would crush this place. I would fuck my way through it. Just use my big-dick energy to pound through the walls if I had to. I smiled at the thought as we moved deeper into the labyrinth.

Soon, we came to another dead end. We rounded the corner and took a few steps in when it became clear this wasn’t the way to go. I sighed and turned around only for the ground to burst behind us. We all shouted. I grabbed Lasla, throwing her behind me as...

A wall rose up and up and up, fifty feet in the air to match the height of the wall. It stopped, dirt spilling down it. We were trapped. We had walked right into a trap.

“Gods damn it,” I cursed as I backed away from the wall, keeping Lasla behind me. Then I looked over my shoulder. “Get ready!”

“Right,” said Pyrriah, her sword whipping out. Red light flickered over her head.

We moved to put our dragon-mother and sister between us as I drew my sword. I looked around, expecting something to ambush us. My heart pounded in my chest, and my body flooded with exhilaration. I was so ready for it.

So ready for the fight.

Only...

Nothing appeared.

I frowned as I realized nothing was coming to attack us. I felt disappointed. Even foolish. I stood there, waiting for danger to pounce on us, and it didn’t have the decency to oblige us with. That was so annoying.

I relaxed and looked around. “Are we stuck in here?”

“There’s a hole in the far wall,” Mother said, pointing to the dead end.

I looked in that way and saw nothing. I didn’t realize how good her eyesight was, but she was a dragon. She probably needed to see well to hunt. I led my women to the wall. As we got closer, I could finally see what she’d spotted.

There was a hole not much bigger than my fist. It was blacker than the stone around it. Real darkness. I studied it, my stomach twisting with apprehension. I understood instantly what we had to do here.

Still, we looked around for another alternative than sticking a hand in the hole.

“Let me reach in, Master,” Mother said. “I can do it. I’ll be fine.”

“No,” I said. “I’ll do it. None of my women are going to risk themselves.”

“And you should?” asked Lasla.

“Yes.” I moved to the hole. “I’m in charge. I’m doing this. Pyrriah, you know what to do if something...” I swallowed. “You and Mother know what to do.”

“Kurtis,” Lasla said.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I raised my left hand—willing to risk it over my right hand—and stopped right before the hole. I just had to reach in. It would be easy. “Trust me.”

“Kurtis,” she groaned. “You don’t know that.”

“What’s our alternative? We can’t climb out.”

Lasla arched an eyebrow at me and her eyes darted to our mother.

I shook my head ever so slightly. I knew right now that Empress Szialianith and her sycophants were watching us, taking such pleasure in our squirming. They knew what would happen. Maybe nothing. Maybe I’d lose my hand.

Or die.

I drew in a deep breath and pushed my hand into the hole. My stomach curdled. My right hand clenched. Sweat dripped down my brow as I pushed—

Pain exploded in my hand.

I snarled, my knees buckling at the agony that engulfed my hand. Flames burned through every finger. I gasped through clenched teeth. The pain blazed down my arm. An intense torment. Pure torture.

In my mind’s eye, I could see my hand burning. The skin crisping like frying pig skin. Cracking. The pain burned deeper. I wanted to yank my hand out, but I had to keep going. I had to reach deeper and open the way for my family.

“Gods damn it!” I snarled, pushing deeper.

“Kurtis!” both my sisters gasped.

“What’s happening?” Mother asked.

“It’s nothing,” I snarled, sweat pouring down my face. It soaked the under tunic I wore beneath my armor. “I’m fine!”

Gods damn, I hurt so much. Tears stung my eyes I pushed deeper and deeper into the abyss. The pain snarled up my arm. Flaming fangs rent my flesh as I thrust my hand into the depths of torment. I sank up to my elbow and reached deeper.

I pressed my forehead against the rock as I pushed against the agony.

I ground my teeth together. My hand was a blistered, ruined lump of flesh. The fire blazed up my arm. It spread over my chest. I had never felt anything like this. There weren’t words to describe the intensity of my agony.

“Gods damn it all!” I snarled, pushing deeper, searching for the key.

“Pull your arm out!” Lasla gasped.

“No!” I roared.

I was in pain. Nothing but pain. Agony. I wanted to pull my arm out. To withdraw, but ... I had overcome pain once before. When Pradu had plied me before Queen Athirmi. The third of my trials. I had overcome the torture then.

I had learned to face it. I would conquer this torment.

I thrust my hand deeper, snarling out the pain. I didn’t fight the agony. I let it flow through me. I roared through the unending suffering. There was nothing in the universe but this torment as I pushed deeper.

I plunged into molten agony.

I thrust my hand into Throwia’s flames. I suffered. I endured for my family. They were counting on me. Just a little more. I had a few more inches of my arm out of it. I screamed and pushed deeper. Two inches to go.

“Kurtis!” Pyrriah screeched. “Please, please, stop it!”

“NOOOOOOOO!”

I thrust the last two inches, my arm all the way in and found something. A handle. My burned fingers grabbed onto it. Molten metal seared my hands. I should be smelling burning flesh. My entire arm was blackened. Charred to the bone. I shouldn’t be able to do this but...

I pulled.

I heaved on the handle. It slid out as my fingers melted. I screamed and threw back my head. My feet pushed on the base of the wall. I yanked with tall my might. The handle shot out a foot. A mighty click echoed.

I lost my grip and collapsed on my back.

I sobbed as I stared at my hand. It wasn’t burned. Instead, it was covered with dots of blood. I had been pricked by a hundred needles from my hand to my elbow. I flexed them, the pain fading. I shuddered as the wall before us groaned.

It lowered to the ground, the earth shaking beneath my feet. It moved slowly, inexorably, opening the way for us to press forward and complete this task.

“Kurtis!” my sisters shouted.

Lasla dropped to her knees and hugged me.

“I’m fine,” I groaned, my arm still throbbing. The pain retreated, but I could still feel all those needles that had pierced my skin and made me feel such agony. I shuddered as blood dripped from me in places. “I’m fine. It’s okay. I did it.”

“Don’t ever do that again!” Lasla all but shrieked. “I was so terrified.”

“His arm,” said Mother. “We have to attend to his arm! Look at what it did to him.”

“Right.” Lasla grabbed the hem of her robe and started tearing off strips from the purple cloth.

Once she had enough, she wrapped them around me with a gentle touch. I sighed at the cool cloth binding my wounds. Blood bled through the cloth in spots, but I wasn’t wounded that badly. Just a lot of little pricks. They didn’t matter at all.

She wound up my entire arm and hand, knotting the bandages. I stared at it, just the tips of my fingers thrusting out of the cloth. I flexed my left hand and winced at the pain. I wouldn’t be able to use this arm for a while.

“Good thing I fight with my right hand,” I said, grinning at my sister.

“What?” she said, staring at me in shock. “You’re making jokes.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I fight with my right hand, finger pussies with it, and spank rumps. So I’m fine. This won’t even slow me down.

She shook her head at me. “I can’t believe you would say that.” She glanced at the way forward. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised by the cruelty of that trap. You were in such agony. I could tell. It was more than what you endured with Pradu.”

“Way more,” I said and forced myself to my feet. My face felt sticky from the drying sweat. I just wanted a bath. I would love to soak my arm in warm water. That would feel amazing to just let the soothing liquid wash away this ache. But instead, we had to press on and conquer this task.

I led us the way forward, trying to ignore the dull throbbing in my left arm. I went back to look for traps or signs of ambush. There had been nothing any of us had seen with that last trap, which scared me. What if there wasn’t any way to detect these traps.

How much more pain and suffering would this cruel maze inflict on us? Just what would the toll be to pass through here? How much would we lose? These questions rippled through my mind as we headed deeper.

CLICK!

I froze, my heart leaping up into my throat as the sound came beneath my feet. Before I could even react, Pyrriah jumped forward and slashed her sword, her red hair burning bright. She struck something streaking out of the wall with a loud thunk.

The object shot before me and hit the ground, furrowing the gravel. I gasped as it was a javelin, a gouge in the hard ash wood from her sword. The broad point had bent from the impact. Dust billowed from the disturbed ground.

“What!” yelped Lasla. She grabbed my arm.

“Nasty,” Mother said. “Very nasty. The spring on that was powerful. That would have ripped through an elephant.”

“What’s an elephant?” I asked, my heart racing. The shock held me, yet I felt disconnected from my body. I couldn’t believe that had almost happened.

“A large creature that lives on the savannas south of the Halani Desert,” said Mother. “Doesn’t matter. Just ... Matar’s big cock, you almost died, Kurtis.”

“How did you even move like that?” I asked my sister.

“I’m the phoenix,” she said, smiling at me. She was my sister and this creature that was reborn again and again. Every time as a twin sister. I was glad I had her. “I have to keep my twin brother alive.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Remind me to pamper you once we’re back on the Treasure Box.”

She purred her delight.

We kept moving on down the tunnel. There was another javelin trap that Pyrriah’s quick reflexes blocked. Then a pit trap that she pulled me back from falling to my death. The gravel covering the trapdoor clattered amid the spikes at the bottom of a deep pit.

“Stop!” Mother said a few minutes later. “There’s a pit trap before you.”

“There is?” I asked, staring at it hard. I drew my sword and poked at the gravel. My sword hit wood. “Gods damn, there is. How did you spot it.”

“I think I’m seeing the subtle differences,” Mother said.

That keen eyesight of her was becoming more and more necessary. I was glad she had it as the traps grew thicker the deeper we went into the labyrinth. And not just the javelin or pit traps. There were sprays of arrows that would hit all of us, blasts of fire that would roast us alive, and eruptions of ice that would freeze us.

Mother started walking at my side to point out the dangers as we moved deeper into the labyrinth.

As the day wore on, the sun rising higher and higher, it grew brighter in the labyrinth. We were no longer in the shade of the walls towering around us. The sun was on us, the warmth making the armor I wore uncomfortable.

But we kept going. Footstep after footstep as the day grew warmer.

I flexed the fingers of my left hand, my arm still throbbing. The pain came in waves sometimes. Prickling annoyances washed up and down my arms. I ignored it as Mother found another pit trap. We skirted the edges of it and pressed on.

The pulsing waves of pain were joined by an itching heat. I wanted to scratch at my left arm. I tried to ignore it, but it became more and more persistent. I glanced at my left arm and noticed a yellow discoloring in spots. The fluid had melted through. My fingers looked swollen, too. I smelled moldy cheese.

I ignored it and kept going. I didn’t need my left hand.

The bandages grew uncomfortable. Too tight. They dug into the burning flesh. The prickling pain grew more common as the sun passed its zenith and started to descend the other way. I couldn’t wait for the shadows to be on us again.

Lasla

It was an hour after noon while I trailed along behind my brother, sister, and step-mother when a roar froze us all in our tracks. I whipped my head around as the sound echoed through the tunnel. It was a deep and guttural beast.

I felt for other creatures’ desires and felt them coming from above. I gasped and pointed up at the top of the maze wall high above us. “A manticore!”

I recognized it as it jumped off the wall. A lion’s body with the leather wings of a wyvern and the tail of a scorpion that curved over its back. A human-like face twisted in fury as it soared down at us. The bloodlust raged in it.

Its tail came up.

“No!” Pyrriah gasped and shoved Kurtis to the side.

The stinger struck her in the arm. She gasped and dropped limply to the ground. Her helm tumbled from her head. Her eyes were open, twitching. She was alive, breathing, but paralyzed by the venom of the manticore.

“Pyrriah!” gasped Kurtis. He reached for her, horror on his face.

“It’ll wear off,” I shouted.

“Yes,” said Mother Azuliana. “She’ll be fine, but Kurtis. That’s a fast beast. You need a spear to fight one properly. That sword doesn’t have the reach.”

“I don’t need a spear to tame it,” I said and opened the purple robes I wore. I let it fall off me, my breasts bouncing free. I stepped up to my brother as he readied to fight it.

The creature landed and fired another stinger. It struck my brother in the chest and burst, filling the air with an acrid scent. Kurtis went to lunge forward, but I held his right wrist tight. He glanced at me, fear in his eyes. Fear and anger.

“This is why I’m here,” I purred. “I can feel his lust. After all, he’s one of Las’s sons. He’s a nephew.”

“Fine,” Kurtis said, trusting me. That made me swell with such joy and love. I smiled.

I thrust my lust into the creature as I marched forward. I hit his bloodlust. His desire to kill without thought didn’t come naturally. His instinct was to breed, of course. Manticores were burst from my father’s jizz. However, this anger was an unnatural shadow on his mind.

So I fanned his lusts to burn so bright, the light banished the shadows. He stared at me with lust in his eyes as I came closer. My round, full breasts swayed before him. He scratched at the ground. He growled at me, sharp fangs in his eyes.

His cock emerged from its sheath, red and covered in spines. v “That’s right,” I purred. “I’m—”

Its stinger struck me in the thigh. My entire body went limp. I collapsed into a heap on the ground, unable to speak. I could breathe, but I couldn’t talk. My heart pounded as I stared up at the sky. The creature snarled and bounced at me.

“No!” my brother shouted and charged forward.

The manticore’s attention shifted off me. He growled in warning at my brother. They were about to fight anyways. That idiot. I had the manticore ready to fuck me, but no matter how horny the monster was, he couldn’t ignore my brother coming to my rescue.

“No, Master!” Mother shouted. “That’s how they mate. They paralyze the woman and fuck her hard. Feel your sister’s lusts. See if she’s afraid or wet and ready to be fucked.”

My brother stopped. Gravel spilled around his feet. His touch stroked over my desires. He felt me aching for the manticore. I wasn’t afraid. I knew this. I knew the manticore wanted to fuck me, not hurt me. He burned for me.