MANOTAUR

The Minotaur's twin brother, Asterious, comes to Glen Hartwell to seduce and kill women

Dilly, Millie, and Willie Hawks were walking through the forest outside Glen Hartwell in the Victorian countryside. It was early July, and it had been a mild winter so far in 2025.

"We'd better enjoy our walks while we can before true winter sets in," advised Dilys, Dilly, kicking up some of the pine needles and gum leaves from the forest floor as she walked.

"Don't ruin your shoes," cautioned Millicent, Millie, tall and leggy, aged twenty, the oldest of the three brunette sisters.

"Oh, Dilly is forever daydreaming," teased Wilhelmina, Willie, at eighteen, the middle sister.

"I am not," said seventeen-year-old Dilly, kicking up some more leaves and pine needles.

"Told you," said Willy, laughing along with Millie.

"Well, what's wrong with daydreaming?" demanded Dilly.

"Nothing," said Millie, "except if you daydream too much, you tend to sleep through your real life."

"Sometimes the dream world is nicer than the real world."

"Oh, here she goes again, philosophising about the meaninglessness of life," teased Willie.

"Well, what is the point of life if the rich and fat just keep getting richer and fatter, and the poor and thin keep getting poorer and thinner?"

"Uh-oh, she's been reading Marx again," teased Millie, laughing along with Willie.

"Have not, I've just been thinking. And it wouldn't hurt you two to try it sometimes."

"Ooh, sarky moo-cow," teased Willie.

"Sorry," said Dilly, not really sorry, although not wanting to offend her sisters either. "But why can't we just slip away into the dream world where everything is wonderful. There are no mad, fascist dictators, no poverty, no billionaires."

"Because then you'd be in a coma in the Glen Hartwell Hospital ... to quote the Everly Brothers, 'dream, dream, dreaming your life away'," explained Millie.

"And there are always going to be insane dictators like Hitler, Stalin, or Trump," said Willie. "Always have been, always will be."

"Yes, I know ..." began Dilly, stopping to stare at the one and a half metre tall, leafy hedge that suddenly confronted them. "What the heck?"

"What is it?" began Millie. Then, looking around, she saw the green hedge extending for a hundred metres or so in each direction. "What idiot would plant a hedge in the middle of the forest?"

"Maybe it's a wild hedge," posited Dilly.

"You don't get wild hedges, Dils," said Willie. "They take an awful lot of trimming and fussing with to get a hedge at all."

Jumping up to look over the top of the leafy structure, Millie said, "Actually, I don't think it is a hedge. I think it's a maze, like they trapped the Minotaur in, in Greek mythology."

"Wasn't it called a labyrinth?" asked Willie.

"Yes, but that's just so that the Yanks don't get confused between a maze and a corn," teased Millie. She started jumping also, trying to see into the labyrinth. "Yes, it's definitely a maze, and that's no corn."

Also jumping up and down, Dilly said, "I think there's someone in there."

"Maybe it's the Minotaur," teased Millie.

"No, the Minotaur was bull on top and man underneath," pointed out Willie. "I'm sure I can see, way off, a tall man, with blonde, curly hair."

"Yes, so can I," insisted Dilly.

"Well, stop bouncing up and down like kangaroo rats, and call to him."

"Why don't you call to him?" demanded Willie. "You're the oldest."

"Hello," called Millie, "I'm Millicent Hawks, but you can call me Millie."

At first, the man seemed as though he were going to run from the three sisters, then he called back, "Hello, my name is Asterious."

"Are you in trouble?" asked Dilly.

"Yes, I am trapped in this stupid labyrinth and cannot find my way out."

"We can guide you out," offered Millie.

She started, with difficulty, to try climbing the leafy hedge. But kept falling back down it.

"We need to find the entranceway," said Willie. Then to Dilly, "You go to the left, I'll go to the right, and see what we can find."

"Gotcha," said Dilly, running off to do as instructed, thinking: He's rather dishy!

"What about me?" asked Millie.

"Keep trying to climb the damn thing."

"Okey dokey," said Millie, trying, more slowly this time, to climb the leafy growth.

Dilly had reached the left-most edge of the maze and started down the left side. It seemed like an hour, but it was probably only half of that time when she found an entranceway.

Leaping up, in the hope of being seen by her sisters, she called, "Found it!"

Hearing no reply, she looked around for Asterious and saw that he was fairly close to where she was.

"Hold on, Asterious, I'm coming to get you!" called Dilly.

Having always been great at solving puzzles, she was confident that she could get to the handsome blond man and get him out of the labyrinth. She turned left, then left, then left again, then leapt up again, and saw Asterious's blond head in the next section.

Easy peasy, she thought, only to find herself in a cul-de-sac.

"Ah!" she said, before turning to try again. This time she jumped more and walked less, and soon turned a corner and came face-to-face with Asterious.


At the tiny police station at Morcambe Street, Lenoak, Terri Scott and four other cops were sitting down to morning tea and chocolate crackles.

"These are delish, Mrs. M.," enthused Sheila Bennett, a Goth chick with black-and-orange striped hair. At thirty-six, she was a bodybuilder and the Chief Constable of the local area.

"Scrummy," agreed Terri Scott. A beautiful ash blonde, the same age as Sheila, Terri was the Senior Sergeant of the BeauLarkin to Willamby area, and was going to be married in December to Colin.

"Better than my Mum could have made, had my Mum been able to cook," said Suzette Cummings, an eighteen-year-old trainee with long, raven hair.

"Your Mum couldn't cook?" asked Colin Klein. A tall, redheaded Englishman, a former crime reporter, Colin now worked for the Glen Hartwell Police Department.

"Nah, she was hopeless. But fortunately, my Dad was a great cook, so he cooked the meals, and Mum cleaned the house."

"Now that's what I call equality," said Wendy Pearson, a forty-something blonde who looked more like a beauty queen than a cop.

"You can have too much of that woman's equality jazz," said Deidre Morton. A short, dumpy, sixty-something brunette, and a trained cordon bleu chef. "Give me strong, forceful men, and soft, gentle women."

"Ooh, yes," teased Terri, "I like strong, forceful men too ... But I couldn't find one, so I had to settle for Colin."

"What was that, babe?" demanded the redheaded man.

"Nothing, honey," said Terri, unable to stop laughing.

"I think we're gonna have to introduce some spanking into our love play in the near future."

"Ooh, can I watch?" asked Sheila before biting into a chocolate crackle.

"No," said Terri, Colin, and Deidre as one.

"I wash junk akking," mumbled Sheila through chocolate crackle.

"You wash junk akking what, marm?" teased Alice Walker, entering the tiny, but warm police station. Alice was a forty-seven-year-old brunette, an amateur weight-lifter, and gymmate of Sheila's on Saturdays.

"She wanted to watch Colin spanking Terri later tonight," teased Suzette.

"Ooh, well, if you're selling tickets," teased Paul Bell, a tall, dark-haired sergeant, retiring in December.

"You can forget that, constable," teased Terri, getting up to head outside, "any spanking Colin and I do is strictly in private."

"Except, I can hear them through the bedroom wall," teased Sheila, as she, Colin, and Wendy also got up to head outside. "I've got some great recordings of them on my mobile phone."

"Constable!" teased Terri.

"You mean, Chief Constable?"

"Not necessarily," teased Terri as they headed out into sweet-smelling, lemon-scented gum tree line Morcambe Street.


Coming face-to-face with Asterious, at first, the seventeen-year-old brunette did not understand what she was seeing. Before her stood not a man, but a Manotaur, with the top half of a man, over the hind legs, buttocks, and tail of a bull.

"Who are you? What are you?" demanded Dilys Hawks.

"I am Asterious, twin-brother of Asterion, the Minotaur of legend. My brother had the head and tail of a bull and the body of a man. He dwelt at the centre of the Labyrinth, designed by the architect Daedalus and his son Icarus, upon command of King Minos of Crete. According to tradition, every nine years, the people of Athens were compelled by King Minos to choose fourteen young noble citizens (seven men and seven women) to be offered as sacrificial victims to the Minotaur in retribution for the death of Minos's son Androgeos. The Minotaur was eventually slain by the Athenian hero Theseus, who managed to navigate the labyrinth with the help of a thread offered to him by the King's daughter, Ariadne.

"But Ariadne, Theseus, and Minos did not know that my mother, Pasiphae, wife of King Minos, who had mated with a Cretan bull, had given birth to twins. A Minotaur, with the bull half on top, and a Manotaur, with the man half on top."

"Oh, you poor thing," said Dilly, no longer backing away from the creature.

"Like my brother, I am trapped within the labyrinth. We would share the fourteen virgins, the men to eat, the women to fuck to death!"

"What?" said Dilly, shocked.

"But then, after Theseus murdered my brother, they stopped sending virgins into the labyrinth. I survived by eating the leaves of the hedgerows, but have yearned for beautiful human women to fuck to death!"

No longer feeling sympathy, only feeling revulsion, Dilly started backing away. Turning, she started to run back, she hoped, the way that would take her back out of the labyrinth.

"You will not escape me that easily, beautiful maiden!" called the Manotaur, charging after the brunette.

Left, then left, then left again, thought Dilys, only to find herself trapped in a cul-de-sac again. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with Asterious, his massive bovine penis, rampant and pointing straight at her.

"Please, don't!" begged Dilly.

"It has been centuries since I have fucked a human maiden, and you expect me to show you mercy?" demanded the Manotaur.

Racing across, Asterious grabbed Dilly, as she tried in desperation to climb over the labyrinth wall, pulled her back down, then tore her clothing away.

Puzzled, the creature said, "Quite acceptable, but I remember human women as having much bigger breasts, much huger buttocks, and much tinier waists."

"Only beauty queens, or prostitutes, are shaped like that anymore," said Dilly, hoping to distract him. "There are such women in LePage, at the Free Love Sex Lounge. There is a night-black goddess there named Sherri Waterman."

"A night-black goddess there named Sherri Waterman?" asked Asterious, sounding intrigued.

"Yes," said Dilly.

"Well, I might try to lure her into my labyrinth later," said the Manotaur. "In the meantime, you will do, my lightly curved beauty."

So saying, he grabbed her generous breasts and squeezed them hard enough to almost burst them, making Dilly scream.

"No, please, stop!" begged Dilys.

Asterious would not stop, however. Almost ripping her legs from her body, he ruthlessly spread her thighs, then slammed the distended, throbbing glands of his manhood upon her vulva and started to rut, with no attempt to make love.

"Go slowly at least," pleaded the seventeen-year-old.

"Slowly? After centuries of chaste living?" demanded Asterious/ "I think not. Whether you survive our coupling or not is irrelevant to me!"

As the Manotaur started thrusting sadistically at her clamped opening, Dilly reached down and tried to open herself for him, in the hope that he would not destroy her pelvis or vagina.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" screamed the brunette as the first twelve inches (thirty centimetres) of the massive penis plunged into her unprepared body.

"Scream, and scream again, pretty Dilly," teased the Manotaur as it started fucking the brunette ruthlessly, unconcerned whether she survived the encounter or not. Down the years, when he and the Minotaur had shared the Cretan virgins, none of the women had survived the brutal fucking.

Why should you be any different, sweet Dilly? thought Asterious as he fucked her mightily, plunging inch after wrist-thick inch of his bovine cock into her recently virgin body.

Like his late brother, Asterion, the Manotaur lifted his head and lowed like a bull, through his human mouth, enjoying the slick, bloody feel of Dilys Hawks's brutalised innards as he fucked her mercilessly. Not caring whether she survived, as long as he was satisfied by the mating.

"Oh, God, please help me!" cried Dilly.

"Even Great Zeus cannot help you now!" boasted Asterious as he continued to rut furiously in and out of the already dying brunette.


Over on the right-hand side, Wilhelmina Hawks had turned the corner and started down the right flank, also finding a path into the labyrinth. However, it was more circuitous than the one poor Dilly had found, and it took nearly an hour for Willy to reach the location where she had last seen the Manotaur.

"Asterious!" called the eighteen-year-old, puzzled, that the curly-haired blond was not where she had expected him to be. "Asterious!"

Looking down at the ruined corpse, which he had finished fucking, the Manotaur heard the middle Hawks sister calling and called back:

"Coming, my blessed saviour!"

Abandoning the carcase of Dilys Hawks, Asterious wended through the leafy labyrinth until stepping out behind Willy.

"My saviour!" teased the Manotaur.

"Asterious!" cried Willy, spinning round, to stare in horror at him. "Who are you? What are you?"

Sighing from frustration, the Manotaur told the middle Hawks sister what he had already related to Dilly.

"You ... you have already killed poor Dilys?" asked Willy, not wanting to believe her ears.

"In my defence, it has been many centuries since I have fucked any woman. So I might have lost control!"

"You might have lost control!" shouted Willy. "You lost control and fucked my sister to death!"

"When Asterion and I fucked the seven female virgins, and sometimes some of the prettier males as well, they always died from our couplings. So it was to be expected."

"Was to be expected!" shouted Willy, in her rage, charging the Manotaur.

Taken aback for just an instant, Asterious almost turned to run away. Then, stepping aside, he grabbed Willy as she went past him and effortlessly broke her back, crippling her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" screamed Wilhelmina, as the Manotaur started to rip away her clothing.

Leaping upon the crippled beauty, the creature thundered its mighty penis into her body, which, dead from the waist down, did not cause Willy to shriek as the Manotaur had hoped that she would do. So, grabbing her breasts, noticeably larger than Dilly's had been, he squeezed them until one of them did burst, causing the brunette to shriek in agony and trauma.

"Music to my ears," said Asterious, brutally thrusting his oversized organ in and out of the supine woman.

"Oh God, please just kill me!" begged Willy, crying even as she spoke.

"Don't worry, that will come soon enough," promised the Manotaur as he continued to ravish the battered brunette.


Around the front of the labyrinth, Millicent Hawks had managed to climb to the top of the hedgerow and was slowly, wary of falling, crawling along the top of it. After more than ninety minutes, she managed to crawl to where they had first seen the curly-haired blond man. Still afraid of falling, she looked down to see Asterious savagely raping her dying sister.

"Willy!" shrieked the brunette, startling the Manotaur.

"Ah, three out of three," said Asterious, seeing the twenty-year-old brunette staring down at him. "And this one has a big chest indeed!"

Hating herself for abandoning her sister, Millie turned and started to crawl as fast as she dared back to the front of the maze.

The Manotaur started to chase after her, but then, thinking: Two in the maze are worth more than one on the run! he abandoned Millie and returned to finish fucking Willy, who was dead by then.

Starting with her breasts, the Manotaur then began to devour the brunette, rolling her over to get to her generous buttocks. Then abandoning most of Willy, he returned to Dilys Hawks to devour virtually all of the flesh and organs from the seventeen-year-old brunette.


Terri Scott and the others were in Terri's police-blue Lexus, patrolling Mitchell Street, Glen Hartwell. They stopped for a second to look at the ruins of the Mitchell Street Police Station [See my story, 'The Writer'.], before starting back down the street.

"Almost time ..." began Terri, stopping as they saw a hysterical woman running drunkenly down the centre of the road. "Go get her, Sheils."

"On the way," said the Goth chick, accelerating toward the other end of the street.


On the brink of exhaustion, Millicent Hawks barely saw the Lexus as it stopped a metre short of her. As the four cops climbed out, Millie kept running until collapsing upon the bonnet of the car.

"Ouch!" said Terri, racing over to help the woman, hoping that her paintwork had not been damaged.

"It's Millie Hawks," said Sheila. "Millie, where are Dilly and Willie?"

"Dead," gasped the brunette. "He killed them both."

"Who killed them both?" asked Colin Klein.

"The man-monster in the maze."

"By maize, you don't mean corn, do you?" asked Wendy Pearson.

"No, a hedgerow labyrinth, a few kilometres outside town."

Taking out her mobile phone to ring for an ambulance for Millie, Terrie said, "Surely we would have found a hedgerow maze, if it were that close to G.H.?"

"Couple of Kays at most outside town," insisted Millicent Hawks.


After three ambulances arrived at Mitchell Street, the first one took Milly Hawks away to the hospital. Then, the other two followed the Lexus as Terri and the others set out to find the mysterious labyrinth.

"We should have seen it by ..." began Sheila Bennett, slamming on the brakes of the Lexus just in time to avoid running over the mainly skeletal remains of Dilys Hawks.

"Well, we've found one of them," said Terri as they alighted from the Lexus.

"And I think that's the other one, over there," said Wendy Pearson.

She pointed to a spot a hundred metres or so deeper into the forest, then started walking down that way.

"But where's the bloody hedgerow labyrinth?" asked Colin Klein.

"Perhaps it was never there," suggested Tilly Lombstrom. A tall, attractive, fifty-something brunette, Tilly was a surgeon at the Glen Hartwell and Daley Community Hospital.

"So, the shock of seeing her sisters raped and killed made her hallucinate?" asked Leo Laxman, a tall, black Jamaican who worked as a nurse at the hospital.

"Probably," said Tilly, kneeling to examine what was left of Dilly Hawks, "since we can't see any sign of a hedgerow Labyrinth."

"And they're usually quite hard to miss," said Cheryl Pritchard. A tall, Amazonian brunette, at sixty-four, Cheryl was the chief paramedic of the area and eligible to retire in three years.

While they were talking, the second ambulance drove across to park near the more complete remains of Wilhelmina Hawks. Jesus Costello and Topaz Moseley alighted to examine Millie's remains.

"Looks like he raped this one, but didn't find her to his taste," said Jesus, a tall, strongly built, fifty-something man, administrator and chief surgeon at the hospital.

"He ate the juiciest parts then moved on," said Topaz Moseley, a gorgeous, thirty-something platinum blonde nurse, who was dating Leo.

"Maybe he thought he wouldn't have time to devour them both fully before Millie brought the cops back," suggested Julia Prescott, a tall, attractive, twenty-eight-year-old paramedic.

"Makes sense, I suppose," said Jesus (pronounced Hee-Zeus).

After Sheila took the crime scene photographs with her mobile phone, the medics did what they could on the spot, then took the two Hawks sisters away to the Glen Hartwell Hospital.

Terri and the cops followed along in the hope of being able to interview Millicent Hawks about the man-monster that she claimed had killed and eaten Dilys and Wilhelmina Hawks.

"It was like a Minotaur from legend," said the brunette lying in bed in the hospital, "but the bottom half was the bull, not the top, as in the legend. We saw the top half and thought a blond man was trapped in the labyrinth."

"Honey, we found your poor sisters," said Tilly Lombstrom. "But there was no trace of a hedgerow of any kind. Let alone a full-blown labyrinth."

"But that's how it trapped them ... in the labyrinth."


The Free Love Sex Lounge in Gordon Street, LePage claimed to be the first legal brothel in the whole state of Victoria, not just in LePage in the countryside. It was a three-storey building with a red neon light, proclaiming its name. The front parlour was filled with faux Victorian four-person sofas, swathed in red. Several working girls, draped out in fancy undies, some Victorian, some modern, some crotchless with peephole bras, sat around on the sofas, hoping to earn some money that night in what some people called, rightly or wrongly, the world's oldest profession.

Beside the concrete steps outside the front door, stood three women: Betty Boobs (nee Ferguson), a huge-breasted night-black honey, a good one hundred and eighty-two centimetres tall, with a thin waist and a perfect Bianca Censori style bubble-butt; a short, amply chested Asian cutie named Cerille 'Sally' Chiang also with a perfect bubble-butt, and Peggy Pérez, a tall, curvaceous Latina in her early twenties.

"You know that Sherri will murder you if she finds you standing at her spot at the bottom of the steps," said Cerille.

"Sherri is off with the flu, hopefully for the rest of July," said Betty.

"We'll be certain to tell her that you said that," teased Peggy.

"I'll deny it," said Betty, then seeing two men strolling their way down Gordon Street, "chests up, girl."

"Customers coming," agreed Cerille.

She carefully slipped one of the straps off her shoulder, so that her generous left breast was largely on show.

"That's cheating," complained Peggy.

She wondered if it was too cold to do the same. So far, it had been quite a balmy July in Victoria. Seeing the two men staring at Cerille's largely revealed and large left breast, Peggy hurriedly slipped both straps down on her blood red skirt, so that both breasts were revealed almost to the nipples.

"Holy shit, look at the tits on that Latina honey," said a tall blonde man.

He almost ran across to grab Peggy by the arm, causing her left breast to fall completely out of her dress, as he all but carried her up the steps into the Free Love Sex Lounge.

"See you, losers," Peggy called to Betty and Cerille.

"When Hell freezes over!" called back Betty Boobs. Then to the remaining man, a short, dark-haired man in his forties, "Do you fancy an hour with a black goddess, with tits like Mount Everest, and an arse like Bianca Censori's?"

"Sorry, gorgeous," apologised the trick, "but a big girl like you would take too much climbing up to." Grabbing Cerille by one hand, he added, "Besides, I've always preferred Asian cuties."

"See you, loser," called Cerille as she and the trick ran up the concrete steps.

"I'm too much woman for you, you pooftah!" called Betty.

"Ignore her," said the Asian beauty, "she has no class at all!"

"I'll give you no class at all!"

Almost exactly an hour later, the two men departed, grinning like cats who had been swamped in cream. Eight minutes or so later, Cerille and Peggy returned to reclaim their spots at the bottom of the concrete steps.

"Any lucky, black goddess?" teased Cerille.

"You want a piece of me, you little Chink bitch?" demanded Betty, storming across toward Cerille.

"Catch me if you can," teased Cerille, running out into the road.

There was a screeching of brakes as a red Cortina almost hit her. Then the driver got out, talked to the Asian beauty in private. Then he took out his wallet to show her his cash, and the balding driver and Cerille both climbed into the Cortina.

"Hey, you're not supposed to take private clients!" shouted Betty as the car drove away. "I should go in and report her to Lysette!"

"Ah, don't be a sourpuss, you'll get a customer soon," said Peggy. Then, seeing two tall redheaded men walking toward them, "Here comes a likely looking pair of blokes right now."

Stopping to stare at the two women, the tallest brother, Chet, asked, "Are there any more like you two inside?"

"No, just us," lied Betty. "They call me Betty Boobs, a.k.a. the Black Goddess. Who thinks he can ride this dark filly?"

"Not me," said Chet, "I'd prefer this Latina honey."

As Chet grabbed Peggy by one arm, his younger brother asked, "Can you take on both of us at once, gorgeous?"

"You bet I can, handsome," said Peggy, reaching her second arm out toward him.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" cried Betty as Peggy raced up the concrete steps with the two redheaded men.

"Loser!" called Peggy before vanishing inside the Sex Lounge.

It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when Betty got her first and last trick. He wanted to whip her, then sodomise her, two things that the black beauty usually refused. But she was desperate enough for clientele by that time that she agreed, making certain to get an extra hundred dollars in secret from him.

After nearly an hour, Betty, aching all over, walked across the red-swathed parlour at the front of the sex lounge, just as Cerille and Peggy were heading back inside with two customers each this time.

"Oh, come on," said the aching black beauty. Then to Lysette Carmichael, "I've had enough for the night, I'm going home."

"But you've only had one customer so far," said Lysette, a tall, Amazonian woman around fifty.

"Yes, while that Chinese tart and the Latina bitch keep reeling them in, like Bianca Censori using her tits to catch fish."

"That's a good one," said a forty-something redhead leaning back upon one of the faux Victorian sofas, using a vibrator on low setting to keep herself ready, as she liked to say.

Frustrated and furious, Betty walked outside and started down Gordon Street, before turning left into Duke Street, heading toward 223, Mrs. Harvey's boarding house.

So caught up with her rage, the black beauty did not even notice the hedgerow labyrinth that had suddenly appeared in Duke Street, and had walked deeply into the maze before stopping. Looking around at the tall, leafy walls, she asked:

"Where the fuck am I? This isn't Duke Street?"

She looked about as best she could, but could only see leafy walls all around.

"Help me! Someone please help me!" called a deep, manly voice from further into the labyrinth.

"Who are you?" called Betty.

"My name is Asterious, and I am trapped in this hedgerow labyrinth."

"Don't worry, I'll soon find you!" called Betty, walking deeper into the maze.

For what seemed like hours, the black beauty walked around and around in the maze, occasionally reaching dead ends and having to backtrack, but Asterious kept calling out to her, so she was gradually getting closer.

Finally, the curly-haired man called out, "I think I'm just around the corner from you."

"I think so too," called Betty Ferguson, sounding pleased to be able to help the man. Even if I only got one sicko trick tonight, she thought. Still, this could be my second. Or if he's dishy, a freebee is always a possibility!

Finally, she turned the last corner and came face to face with the Manotaur. In the poor light, she saw his handsome features and curly blond hair, but at first did not notice his bovine lower half.

"Oh my God, you're beautiful!" she said.

"So are you, my black beauty!" said Asterious, advancing upon her.

It was only as he advanced that she noticed there was something wrong with his lower half.

"Are you wearing some kind of furry leggings?" asked Betty.

"No, I'm naked, as will you soon be," said the Manotaur.

"What? Hey, don't take anything for granted!" she said, although she had already decided not to charge him for any sex that they had.

It was only as he came close to her that she noticed what he really was, seeing his bull-like lower half, complete with a metre-long, rampant penis, as thick as her ankles.

"Who are you? What are you?" demanded the black goddess, instinctively starting to back away from the creature.

"I am the Manotaur, the twin brother of the legendary Minotaur," said Asterious, going on to repeat what he had already told Dilly and Willie Hawks.

"Well, I'm afraid you aren't having it off with me," cried Betty.

She spun around to run, but in the dark, she crashed into a leafy wall of the hedgerow labyrinth.

"Not so fast, my ravishing, soon-to-be ravished beauty," said Asterious.

Running across to her, he quickly ripped away her thin, translucent red dress, leaving her naked except for black stockings, a suspender belt, and red shoes.

"Let me go! Let me go!" screamed Betty, trying to slap away the Manotaur.

Then, she made the mistake of trying to knee the creature in the gonads. Enraged, Asterious punched her in the face, shattering her jaw and knocking her unconscious.

Lifting the curvaceous, no longer gorgeous black woman, he carried her into the very centre of the leafy labyrinth, then almost tore her legs apart like breaking a wishbone as he spread her legs to climb between them.

"Sleep away the last moments of your life, black goddess!" cried Asterious as he brutally opened her vagina with his fingers, then lurched forward, plunging a full thirty centimetres (a foot) of his manhood into her unprepared body.

Betty awakened, trying to scream, but only gurgling through her shattered jaw.

Laughing at her, the Manotaur broke both of her arms at the elbow, making her gurgle-scream again, so that she could not fight him, and so that he could squeeze her huge breasts sadistically, as he performed sexual push-ups on top of the damaged woman.

"Such a chest, worthy of the goddesses of Olympus!" cried Asterious, squeezing them so hard that they almost burst as he rutted on top of the black woman.

Then, as he thrust another thirty centimetres of his bovine manhood into her already bleeding body, Betty gurgled, almost drowning in her own blood, and spat a mouthful out.

"Ah-ah," chastised the Manotaur, "good girls don't spit ... They swallow!" He laughed, then said, "I read that on the pink top of a seventeen-year-old blonde whom I raped to death in New York's Central Park. Very humorous, don't you think?"

When she failed to answer, Asterious said, "Oh well, you can't please everyone."

Then he drove the remaining forty centimetres of his bovine penis into her body in one hard thrust, making the black woman gurgle-scream one last time before dying from the damage done to her insides.

"Oh, well, they say that they stay warm enough to fuck for another thirty minutes or so," said the Manotaur.

He began thrusting like an overactive cam in a shaft as he continued to rape the black corpse, until finally flooding her with litres of his semen.

Gasping for breath, Asterious said, "Wow, that took a lot out of me." Then, looking down to where his Spermatozoa gushed from the once beautiful woman's corpse, he added, "And most of it ended up inside you."

He laughed at his attempt at humour, then literally ripped her huge breasts off her chest with his hands and greedily consumed them. He then spun her over to begin eating her prominent buttocks. Before rolling her back to eat her thighs, stomach, heart, lungs, kidneys and liver.

"Satisfying. She was a superb fuck and an exquisite repast!"

Raising his arms, he chanted a well-rehearsed chant and he and the labyrinth vanished. Leaving behind the ravaged remains of Betty Ferguson (a.k.a. Betty Boobs), plus a scattering of leaves from the departed hedgerow maze.

One day, thought the Manotaur, I will find a way to escape the confines of the labyrinth. Not merely to move it and myself from place to place!


An hour or so later, Hank Stein, a short self-employed businessman, was leaving for work early when he suddenly ran over the former black goddess's corpse without seeing it in the dark.

"What the Hell?" asked Hank.

Getting out of his ancient Morris Minor, he walked back to see what he had hit, and fell across the ravaged remains of Betty Ferguson and started screaming.


Over at St. Margaret's Cathedral in Blackland Street, Glen Hartwell, Father Montague Thomas stood at the rostrum at the front of the church awaiting the arrival of the soon-to-be bride and groom.

Having been built in the early days of Victorian habitation, St. Margaret's floors were traditional polished teak, with red felt-lined wooden pews, plus more than life-size plaster statues of Jesus, the stations of the cross, Mary, Joseph, and the apostles lining the walls and the front of the cathedral.

Behind the rostrum stood a three-metre-tall statue of Jesus on the cross, surrounded on each side by white plaster angels.

Father Montague avoided looking at his wristwatch, despite his impatience at the tardiness of the upcoming man and wife (never husband and wife to the priest!) Then, hearing voices, he looks toward the doorway to see the tall, redheaded figure of Colin Klein walking into the church, carrying his bride-to-be, Terri Scott, who was dressed in a flowing white voile wedding gown.

Waiting for the couple to reach the rostrum, showing no concern that the man was carrying the woman, Father Montague began:

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today ...."

Then Terri's mobile phone began shrilling, waking her from her umpteenth dream about getting married to Colin.

"Damn, stupid real world!" said Terri, grabbing for her mobile phone.


An hour or so later, Terri, Colin, Sheila, and Wendy Pearson stood around yawning, looking at the run-over corpse of poor Betty Ferguson.

"I'm so sorry," said Hank Stein, between tears, "I couldn't see her in the dark."

"I don't think it would have mattered much," said Sheila Bennett before starting to take the crime scene photos.

"She was dead long before you hit her, Hank," assured Wendy.

"Just like the killings of Dilly and Willy Hawks," said Terri.

"And again, no sign of a labyrinth," said Sheila.

She stepped aside to allow Tilly Lombstrom and Topaz Moseley, like the cops, both yawning, to examine the remains of the prostitute.

"I don't know about that," said Colin. He walked across to the kerb and picked up a handful of green hedgerow leaves.

"What the Hell?" asked Terri as she and Wendy examined them.

"I'm no expert," said Wendy, "but they look like they could have come from a hedge."

Walking across, Sheila asked, "Then how come we didn't see any leaves where we found the Hawks sisters?"

"Possibly because it was in the forest, so we didn't notice them amongst all the other kinds of leaves," suggested Colin.

"But here, in a city street, they stood out," said Terri.

"Exactly."

"So how's it coming, Tils?" Sheila went across to ask the surgeon.

"I don't think this is human semen."

"What?" asked Terri as she and the others returned to the corpse.

"I think she's been raped by a bull or a stallion."

"But bulls and stallions eat grass or hay," pointed out Terri.

"Not breasts and human buttocks," said Sheila.

"Besides, Millie was insistent that she and her sisters saw a tall, blonde, rather hunky man in the labyrinth," said Colin.

"A man-monster," corrected Wendy Pearson.

"Whatever the Hell she meant by that," said Sheila.

"But she wouldn't have said man-anything, if it had been a carnivorous stallion or a mad, killer bull," said Colin.

"That makes sense, but doesn't help us that much," said Terri.

After Betty Ferguson's corpse was placed in an ambulance to be taken to the Glen Hartwell and Daley Community Hospital for an autopsy, Terri said:

"Let's go home for a last few hours' sleep. Then we can go to the hospital after brekkie to find out the autopsy results."

"Who could eat brekkie after seeing that?" asked Wendy as they returned to the police-blue Lexus.

"I could," said Sheila. "If we skipped meals every time we saw something gruesome around Glen Hartwell, we'd soon starve to death."


It was nearly nine AM when Terri, Colin, and Sheila came down to have a belated breakfast at the Yellow House.

Looking around at the vacant dining table, Sheila asked, "Don't tell me the others didn't wait for us?"

Serving the Goth chick a large plate of Vegemite crumpets, Deidre Morton said, "You didn't seriously think that Tommy would have waited ninety minutes without raising a ruckus. It was all I could do to convince him not to have the TV blaring after breakfast, so that you three could sleep in."

"Good point, well made," said Terri. "Well, we'd better scoff down our tucker ... I mean Mrs. M.'s cuisine, so we can go get the lurid details of last night's gory murder from Tilly or Jesus."

"That's better, Terri," said Deidre, tellingly.


When they reached the morgue in the basement of the Glen Hartwell Hospital, there was no sign of Tilly Lombstrom, or Jesus Costello, both of whom were taking a much-needed rest day. Instead, they met Jerry 'Elvis' Green, the local coroner, and Annie Colfax, a forty-year-old, blonde nurse.

"So what's the verdict, Pelvis?" asked Sheila.

"She was definitely fucked to death like the other two," said the sixty-something tall, dark-haired man, a lifelong Elvis Presley fan. "But that ocean of semen that poured out of her wasn't human ... but wasn't quite bovine either."

"We sent a litre of it to Totty Rampling at the Melbourne Wildlife Safari Park, to see if she could say what it is," said Annie.

"So Mrs. M. will have to prepare a room for Tots tomorrow," said Terri.

"Yes, after she quits squealing like a schoolgirl, Totty will be on the midnight train for Glen Hartwell," said Sheila.


The next morning at 9:15, Terri Scott's police-blue Lexus arrived at the Glen Hartwell Railway Station at Theobald Street, to find Totty Rampling, a tall, attractive thirty-five-year-old brunette sitting on one of her suitcases, looking at her watch.

"What kept you blokes? I've been waiting here for twenty minutes."

"No, she hasn't, the train pulled in one minute ago," said the station master, a lanky redheaded youth straight out of high school, Francis 'Frankie' Whittaker. "Only fourteen minutes late for a change."

"Oh, Frankie, why did you have to spoil it for me?" teased Totty.

"Sorry, ma'am," said the redheaded youth wandering away.

"Waiting for twenty minutes!" said Sheila sternly, before grinning and giving the brunette a bear hug.

"Ouch," said Totty, "you're getting stronger every day, muscle babe."

"Muscle babe, how dare you?"


Later at the morgue in the basement of the hospital, Totty confirmed, "The semen samples aren't quite human, and aren't quite bull semen."

"So, you're saying the women were raped by some kind of cross between a man and a bull?" asked Terri Scott.

"Like a Minotaur?" asked Colin Klein.

"Actually, it's 'the Minotaur'; there was only one of them, named Asterion. He was trapped in a labyrinth and fed human sacrifices every nine years, until hero Theseus went into the labyrinth and slew him."

"So unless he's returned as a zombie, it's not the Minotaur," said Sheils. "So why did you waste our time telling us about him?"

"Because some obscure legends suggest Asterion, the Minotaur, had a twin brother, Asterious. But they were not identical brothers, since the Minotaur was a bull from the waist up, a man below that. The Manotaur, as Asterious is also called, was a man from the waist up, but a bull down below. Like the Minotaur, the Manotaur was trapped in the labyrinth."

"If you knew all this already, why couldn't you have emailed it to us?" asked Sheila. "Instead of coming to Glen Hartwell."

"I wanted to see you lot again, and to enjoy some of Mrs. M.'s divine meals."

"Well, that's as good a reason as any."

"But our Manotaur, if that's who it is, seems to be able to move his labyrinth at will," said Colin. "But he cannot escape from it."

"Yes, I spent most of the nine-hour train ride from Melbourne on the internet, trying to research that element, but couldn't find any reference to it."

"Maybe it's some new ability he has acquired down the centuries," said Terri. "Although why he can't escape it, I don't know?"

"Possibly, but there is no suggestion that the Minotaur or the Manotaur are supernatural at all. Their mother, Pasiphae, wife of King Minos, had sex with a huge bull, got pregnant, which modern science says is impossible between different species, then she gave birth to the Minotaur first, then the Manotaur. There is no suggestion of anything supernatural."

"Except that, as you said, a male bull could fuck a human woman shitless," said Sheila. "But it cannot make her pregnant. Suggesting that there was something supernatural about it ...."

"Which, for some reason, hasn't been carried down through time with the rest of the legend," said Colin.

"Things do get forgotten over time," said Totty. "Or possibly King Minos and Theseus, who killed the Minotaur, were careful to allow no mention of the supernatural element to be passed down by scribes."

"So, how do we deal with the Manotaur?" asked Terri.

"Theseus used a sword, I believe."

"We've got our own nine VORPAL blades," said Sheila.

"Uh-oh," said Terri and Colin together.

"Why uh-oh?" asked Totty.

"Russell Street made the mistake of sending us a bazooka and shells, because it was cheaper than getting the R.A.A.F. to keep sending a military helicopter to the Glen," said Colin.

"But the only cop in the area who knows how to use a bazooka is Sheils."

"Uh-oh, indeed," said Totty.

"Stop crying, everyone," teased Sheila, "and let's go hire Louie Pascall to chopper us around looking for the mobile leafy hedgerow labyrinth."


An hour later, they were at Morcambe Street, Lenoak, outside the tiny police station, when they heard the whir-whir-whir of Louie Pascall's Bell Huey.

Seeing the bazooka, Louie said, "Sheils into the front seat, Bazooka and shells in the rear."

Doing as instructed, Sheila complained, "Why does no one trust me with the bazooka? I've used it three times so far, to kill Rakshasa, the Devil Fish, and Cyno-whatsamatush. Without once blowing up any people, or helicopters." [See my stories, 'Rakshasa', 'The Mimic', and 'The Devil Fish'.]

"The Mimic, not Cyno-whatsamatush," corrected Colin. "And we know how excitable you can get."

"Especially when it comes to blowing things up," said Terri as they lifted off.

"Blowing things up was one of my top subjects at Police College. Along with running, climbing ropes, and running through a series of tyres laid out on the ground," said Sheila. "Although we've never had a case yet that has required us to know how to run through tyres spread out on the ground."

"Don't worry, Sheils," teased Totty, "with any luck, your next monster or maniac will be the Tyre Man, who goes around causing mayhem by spreading old tyres around everywhere."

"You're only saying that to cheer me up."

For the rest of that day and most of the next, they soared around Glen Hartwell, just hoping that the Manotaur would not move further afield to LePage, Westmoreland, Briarwood, or any of a dozen and a half small towns between BeauLarkin and Willamby.

It was nearly four PM on the second day.

"So who fancies returning to Morcambe Street for some of Mrs. M's divine pastry treats?" asked Sheila.

"Well, we might as ..." began Terri, stopping to point to the left a couple of hundred metres ahead of them, saying, "grassy, hedgerow labyrinth spotted."

"Oh, just when we were gonna do some scoffing," complained Totty.

"Yes, but now I get a chance to blow up the Manotaur," said Sheila as they flew toward the maze. "And the only thing I like more than Mrs. M's divine pastry treats is blowing things up."

"That's our Sheils," said Louie as he flew the Bell Huey over the labyrinth looking for the Manotaur.

"Target spotted," said Colin, pointing at the blond head of Asterious.

"Hey, he is quite dishy," said Totty, "I can see why women let themselves be lured to their deaths to try to rescue him."

"Try to find an opening to the labyrinth somewhere close(ish) to him," instructed Terri Scott.

"Will do," said Louie, taking them around the labyrinth twice before spotting an entranceway less than a hundred metres from the Manotaur.

After setting down the chopper, Louie asked, "So who's going in there?"

"The three cops," said Terri.

"What about me?" demanded Totty.

"You might get distracted by his dishiness," teased Colin.

"Actually, since there is only one bazooka, it's best if I go in there alone," said Sheila. "Besides, this thing has a back blast like Terri after eating a very hot curry."

"How dare you, constable," said Terri. "Besides, you said recently that Aussies don't eat curries."

"I thought you loved very hot curries, babe?" asked Colin.

"Yes, but there was no reason to let Sheila know that."

"Okay, stay here while I go in alone."

"You need us to carry the boxes of spare shells," pointed out Colin.

"Okay, but if you see me looking like firing the bazooka, hit the dirt, so you won't get killed by the backlash."

"Or you could just say, 'hit the dirt now' before firing it," suggested Terri.

"Okay, follow me," said Sheila as they started into the hedgerow labyrinth.

The entrance had seemed very close to where the Manotaur was, and Louie Pascall had taken the chopper back up to give directions to Terri over her mobile phone. However, it would be more than fifty minutes before they turned a corner in the hedgerow and came face-to-face with Asterious, the Manotaur.

"Ah," said the Manotaur, "three for the price of one. A beautiful blonde woman. Quite an attractive redheaded man, and I've fucked to death my share of those in my time. And a muscular, yet still attractive woman with two-tone hair. It looks like all my dirty dreams have come true at once."

"Hit the deck!" Sheila shouted to Terri and Colin. Then, after checking they were on the ground, she said, "Dream about this in Hell, Mano-No-More."

She pressed the firing button on the Bazooka, which made a strange thudding noise, but did not fire the shell.

"Now would be a good time, Sheils," said Terri.

"The bloody thing has jammed," said the Goth policewoman.

"Hopefully, you know how to unjam it," said Colin.

"Yes, but it can take two to five minutes."

"Which you don't have," said Asterion.

Charging forward, Asterious slapped Sheila in the face, hard enough to knock her out, but not to seriously hurt her. Grabbing the bazooka, he hurled it deeper into the labyrinth, where it went off with a great explosion.

"I don't think we have a bazooka anymore," said Terri.

"That is the last of your worries, beautiful," said the Manotaur.

He punched Colin in the face to knock him unconscious, then grabbed Terri, ripped off her top to ogle her generous breasts.

"Yes, I'm going to enjoy fucking you. It's a pity it will kill you, or else I would keep you as my private sex slave."

"Sex slave this," said Terri, trying to kick the creature in the testicles.

"A beauty with spirit. Yes, I will enjoy fucking the life out of you."

So saying, he quickly ripped off all of Terri's clothing, despite her fighting him, then he threw her onto her back and knelt between her legs.


Up in Mount Olympus, the abode of the twelve most important Greek gods, Mighty Zeus bellowed: "No! I will not have it."


"What?" asked the Manotaur, puzzled by the booming voice coming out of the clear sky.


"Freeze all of them!" ordered Zeus.

And below Asterious, Terri, Sheila, Colin, even the Bell Huey in the sky froze.

Looking around, Zeus saw the cold corpse of Hermaphroditus upon a marble table up in Mount Olympus. Zeus had interfered recently to prevent an innocent woman from being fucked to death by Hermaphroditus, the offspring of Hermes and Aphrodite. The world's first hermaphrodite, Hermaphroditus, could change back and forth between male, Hermes, and female, Hermione Aphrodite. [See my story, 'Hermaphroditus".] But he/she had abused the power, using it to fuck both men and women to death. So Zeus had allowed him to be killed.

Looking down, Zeus ordered, "Terri Scott, be clothed again!"

And Terri's clothes reassembled upon her, as though never torn off.

"Now Terri, Colin, and Sheila return to the helicopter to watch, but not be able to interfere with what is going to happen."


In the chopper, the three cops reappeared, and the five people all unfroze.

"Taking her down again," said Louie. He fiddled with the controls for nearly a minute before correcting himself, "Actually, I don't seem to be able to take her down."


In Mount Olympus, Zeus ordered Hermaphroditus, "Come to life for only an hour. Frozen in your female form as Hermione Aphrodite."

The tall, blonde, muscular male lying upon the marble table began to shrink and change, until it had metamorphosed into a gorgeous, shapely blonde, looking like a beauty queen with full, cupid's bow lips, an enormous 35DD chest, an almost microscopic waist, and a perfect bubble-butt.

"Sex goddess, sex demon, you have survived sex with the Minotaur many centuries ago. Now I am sending you down to fuck to death his twin brother, Asterious, the Manotaur."

"Fuck to death his twin brother, Asterious, the Manotaur," repeated Hermione Aphrodite.


Down below, the Manotaur suddenly unfroze. He was still kneeling within his labyrinth, but there was no sign of Terri Scott.

"Where have you gone, blonde witch?" demanded Asterious.

Turning, he saw that Colin Klein and Sheila Bennett had also vanished.

"Witchcraft!" cried the Manotaur, frustrated and angry at the loss of his imagined prizes.

There was a flash just ahead of the creature, then, when the smoke cleared, Hermione Aphrodite was standing in front of Asterious, in all of her naked splendour.

"I come from Mount Olympus, sent by Mighty Zeus, to fuck you to death, evil Manotaur!" cried Hermione.

"You are welcome to try, heavenly wench," said Asterious, ogling her massive, firm breasts and her perfect hourglass figure. "I will enjoy fucking you to death, luscious one."

"My name is Hermione Aphrodite! Remember that even as you die, foul creature," called the gorgeous one-hundred and eighty-two centimetre tall blonde.

"It is you who will die, Hermione Aphrodite," said the Manotaur, grabbing her huge breasts in his hands to squeeze them, rather than trying to fight the sex goddess off.

"I fucked with your brother, Asterion, the Minotaur, without dying. I will be too much woman for you too, mightless Asterious!"

"Asterion was only a bull on top. He had the feeble cock of a mortal man."

"He was still more man than you, Man-O-No-More, more bull than you even."

"How dare you, Hermione. Your exterior beauty hideous a hideous exterior!"

"So says you, who lured women down the ages to raped them to death."

So saying, she pushed a surprised Asterious over onto his back, then fellated him to a full erection, before lowering herself onto his manhood, as though lowering herself into a piping hot bath.

Grabbing the blonde's huge, perfectly shaped breasts, Asterious helped her to ride up and down upon his massive cock, expecting her to scream out when he slammed the first thirty centimetres of his erection into her body.

"Ah," teased Hermione, "like riding a Shetland Pony."

"A Shetland Pony!" roared the Manotaur.

Using her breasts like handles, he dragged her down hard until another thirty-five centimetres of thick manhood penetrated her vagina, even into her womb.

"Heavenly," sighed Hermione, making Asterious roar in anger.

Releasing her breasts, he grabbed her perfect bubble-butt and dragged her down hard until all one metre (thirty-nine inches) of his cock had penetrated her body.

"Are we ready to begin now?" teased Hermione.

She started to bounce up and down upon his massive cock like a child riding upon a bouncy hopper toy.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, if you can, Not-Much-Man-Otaur!"

"I'll fuck you hard!" shouted Asterious.

Grabbing her Bianca Censori-sized backside, the Manotaur tried to throw Hermione over onto her back, so that he could control the sexual Olympics ....

Only to find that she was too strong for him, and he could not spin her over.

"Who is fucking whom, Not-Much-Man-Otaur?" teased the gorgeous blonde bouncing up and down.

For the first time in millennia, Asterious found that it was he who was being fucked, him being used and abused, not the woman whom he was copulating with.

"Who is my bitch now, Not-Much-Man-Otaur?" shrieked Hermione as Asterious's fiery hot semen gushed into her by the litre, bringing her to a screaming climax also.

"I am," conceded the Manotaur.

Hermione continued to ride upon his massive manhood, bringing him to climax after climax, until his gonads were bone dry and aching from overuse.

"Have mercy upon me, mighty Hermione!" pleaded the bleeding, aching Manotaur.

"No!" shouted the gorgeous, huge-breasted blonde. "I was sent down from Mount Olympus by Mighty Zeus with instructions to fuck you to death! And fuck you to death, I shall do!"

"No, mercy!" begged Asterious.

"No mercy is what you deserve, foul creature, and no mercy is exactly what you shall receive from me, Not-Much-Man-Otaur!"

Despite his pleadings, Hermione continued to ride the Manotaur's now largely flaccid penis, until, with a scream, he died.

The hedgerow labyrinth suddenly vanished, and Louie Pascall announced, "I can take us down now."

"Land near the shells, so that we can salvage them at least," said Terri.

"Will do," said Louie, taking them down.

As soon as they had alighted, Sheila Bennett raced past Hermione and the corpse of the Manotaur to examine the bazooka.

"Damn, it's blown to Shiite," said the Goth chick.


Up in Mount Olympus, Mighty Zeus ordered, "Return to Mount Olympus, Hermaphroditus!"

Hermione Aphrodite, still in female form, vanished from Glen Hartwell and reappeared upon the marble table in the main room, still naked.

"You have done well, Hermaphroditus," said Zeus.

"Then may I remain alive, Mighty Zeus?" pleaded the gorgeous blonde.

Looking down at her naked splendour, Zeus climbed up onto the table between her shapely thighs and said, "We shall see. Depending on how well you do for me."


"What do you think are the chances that Russell Street will send us another one?" asked Sheila Bennett, holding up the mangled remains of the bazooka.

"Well," said Terri Scott, "if I allow them to shout at me because we destroyed the first one, they might."

"Be certain to mention that it's cheaper than sending an R.A.A.F. military helicopter down here every few days, babe," said Colin Klein.

"And mention that I came top of my class at blowing things up, in Police College," said Sheila.

"I'm not sure that that will impress them much," said Terri, making everyone laugh.

"I don't see why not!" insisted the Goth policewoman.

THE END
© Copyright 2025 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia