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 rereading Marx," 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. "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, to try 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 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 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, butt, 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 clothes 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 to 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.
"Aaaaah!" 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, 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 and ran away. Then, stepping aside, it 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-seven-year-old 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 from her. As the four cops climbed out, she kept running until collapsing upon the bonnet of the car.
"Ouch!" said Terri, racing over to help the woman, hoping 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 Eurasian 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 Eurasian 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 had ridden 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 midget 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 likes 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.


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