AN: There will be explicit lemons, several of which will be rape. If you can't handle it, scrub your eyes with bars of soap; you will never see the screen you read these words on, or anything else, again. Chapter 1 occurs during Book 1. The idea came about when I asked myself, 'What if Annabeth met the Minotaur?' And my sick, twisted mind filled in the blanks.
Chapter 1 - Taken by the Minotaur.
I walked the Camp Half-blood border, keeping my eyes open. Of course no monster would actually step foot in camp; but Chiron had relayed me a message from the Oracle. Why I even listened to her, I don't know. The words flashed through my mind again.
Three lives saved, a great cost paid,
stand watch on the edge of Thalia's shade.
Lighting flared above me, a constant reminder. Zeus's symbol had been stolen, someone had taken the Lightning Bolt; and the thief hadn't been found. Of course Olympus tried to hush it up, but I was there the day the thief hit. I saw the alarms, I saw the thunder and lightning brewing above Olympus. I could figure out what happened even before Athena told me.
And what was this 'great cost' I would pay to stand watch here? Whatever it was, I needed some sort of sacrifice. I needed a way to show my devotion; having been on Olympus the day the lightning bolt was stolen, I was a suspect. If I paid a cost, then so be it.
A roar caught my attention in the distance. A roar sounding from the recesses of a throat that could never have been human. Minotaur.
My eyes caught three people, running for all they were worth. I recognized the man at the back, or more precisely, the satyr. And two others; a boy around my age, twelve at the most, and a woman, presumably his mother.
The creature barreled behind them, crashing into Grover before grabbing the mother's waist. The boy turned around, frozen stiff with fear, as the Minotaur raised his mother into the air, slowly tightening its grip.
Grover got to his feet and leapt at the Minotaur, while the boy leaped onto its other shoulder. They both grasped hold of its horns, and the beast dropped the woman, before shaking its head wildly in an attempt to dislodge its passengers.
The boy flew off first, crashing into a tree, before getting to his feet. I glanced towards him; he seemed uncertain about what to do.
'Run!' I yelled, and both him and his mother started running past me.
Grover's grip fell short, and he fell to the ground, before standing back up. The Minotaur was going to kill him if I didn't do something.
'Grover!' I yelled, pulling my hat from my pocket and tossing it to him. A Christmas gift from my mother, a hat that could hide whoever wore it. Grover snatched it from the air, and pulled it on.
The Minotaur looked perplexed while I heard Grover's footsteps echo behind me as he ran for the camp. It then turned two eyes towards me, before growling. I raised my spear, determined to meet it blow for blow. It was pointless trying to outrun the thing, as Grover and his friends had demonstrated. If I could kill it, I might survive.
It lowered its head, then charged towards me. But the creature was a marathon runner, whereas I was a sprinter; in the long term it would exhaust me. In the short term, I could evade it. A short roll to the side, and I spun around, stabbing into its ankle with my spear.
It turned around ten meters later, enraged, before preparing another charge. I rolled to the side again, before cutting at its other ankle. This creature was too stupid to know when a tactic wouldn't work. It would keep charging me, and I would keep evading, until it dropped from blood loss.
It charged again, and I rolled to the side; and the creature grabbed me by the waist. Its other hand swung around, and ripped my spear out of my hand.
I was too dazed to react for the first few moments. How had this creature outsmarted me? Perhaps I had underestimated its intelligence; and then my instincts kicked in. I started kicking, biting, trying everything I could to get free of the monster holding me. The Minotaur was at least twice my size; there was no way I could break out.
Its other hand came around; it was going to break my neck. It was going to break my neck, and then move on. Hours later, I would think back to that thought; if only it broke my neck.
But no, the creature didn't break my neck. Instead, it grasped the bottom end of my orange Camp Half Blood T-shirt, before pulling it over my neck. Now with nothing above the waist, another set of instincts, insane for the situation, made their way into my head, and I clenched my shoulders to cover my budding breasts.
The creature then flipped me upside down, clutching me by the stomach. I screamed as it began to pull off my pants, then my panties; but at the time, I didn't realize what was happening. It was too horrifying a concept for me to even consider.
And then, still held upside down, I saw its manhood.
That was possibly the most traumatizing moment of my life; being held upside down by a monster, whom from that point on I stopped seeing as an it, and more as a he. With his fully erect manhood mere inches from my face. I couldn't believe the size of it; at least twelve inches, probably more. And then the true horror of the situation came upon me.
'NO!' I screamed. 'NO! NO! NO!'
He ignored me, dragging me onto a nearby log. The Minotaur then pushed me onto it, my ass held in the air by one of his hands, the rest of me pressed down on it, splinters scratching my skin. I continued to scream as he experimentally touched the lips of my virgin pussy with the end of his cock.
My screaming reached its highest pitch, going from words to a mere sound, when the Minotaur entered me.
I sometimes fantasized about what my first time would be like. I imagined a strong man around my age, a tender lover who would place my pleasure before his own. A tender lover who would go slowly, and who would be just the right size. He would take his time with my hymen, making sure he wasn't breaking it too fast.
The Minotaur was strong, but not tender. He slammed into me with only his own pleasure in mind, thrusting at a pace I couldn't comprehend, filling my entire pussy; at the time, I thought he must be slamming into my womb.
Again, again, again. The Minotaur slammed into me over and over again, as I continued to scream. He didn't care; he just kept slamming into me. This wasn't something I could simply endure; I thrashed around, trying to break free, but he held me still.
At the three minute mark, my voice broke. I went through the rest of his fuck in complete silence; the Minotaur still seemed no closer to cumming.
At five minutes, he leaned in, hot breath on my bare neck. I flung my head back, trying to slam the back of my head into his; he grabbed my head with his hand, and pushed it back down.
And at the seven minute mark, my body betrayed me.
It started as a pleasurable sensation amid the pain. My walls were stretched from the rough, brutal fucking, and I thought I had lost all feeling down there, but that wasn't the case. Waves of pleasure, starting weak and reaching a crescendo, started emanating from my crotch; somehow, through a weak throat, despite all my efforts, I moaned.
The pleasure kept climbing until it took over my world. There was no camp, no Grover, no forest, no Minotaur. There was just me, and a cock pumping in and out of my pussy. I screamed into the night, a howl of pleasure with an ounce of pain. Despite all my efforts to do otherwise, I was enjoying this.
The Minotaur started to thrust faster and faster, and from what I had read, I realized what was happening.
'No...' I moaned. 'Not yet, please, not yet...'
He cummed, filling my pussy with his seed. He came, and came, and came, over and over again, until my stomach was bloated with the Minotaur's cum, and even then he continued to cum. It started spilling out, running down my bare legs, and collecting in a pool on the ground.
Finally, the Minotaur was finished. He pulled out, before turning his back on me and walking out into the woods.
They found me after twenty minutes of searching the woods around Camp Half Blood; several members of every cabin found me naked, lying against a log, bruised, battered, stomach bloated with cum, fucked until I couldn't even move my legs.
