The Minotauress

'Who the fuck's Crusty? And where's this son you keep yacking about?'

Pasiphae's whisper licked Arianne's cheek like a snake tongue. 'You shall meet him now.'

In an instant, the foul air grew fouler, and something huge came trudging through the lake of muck. Arianne, now in the grips of full drug withdrawal, didn't much care. It was the monster she'd seen the other night, and it stood before her now: seven feet tall, its slime-streaked body corded in muscle, the nostrils of its snout flaring. Button-black eyes appraised her insanely. The two great horns jutting from its skull raised to flawless points.

'Aw, big deal,' Arianne scoffed. 'A man with a bull's head. Looks more like a Fire Island pansy to me. I'll bet he drinks pink champagne and eats quiche. What a flamer.'

'I'm weary of your levity,' the dark woman's voice grew stern. 'My son will now work up his appetite... by raping you half to death.'

The monster drooled, stepping closer on its human feet and rearing its inhuman head. Meaty hands pushed Arianne's knees up to her chin, and then the vicious netherworld rape began...

««—»»

Flashlight taped to the barrel of his shotgun, Dean squeezed through the most narrow manway yet. Soon, he knew, he'd run out of intestines, which would leave only a pair of choices: untie the loop from his belt and continue, or return without Arianne.

No way I'm going back, he determined.

As he squeezed further, the skin of his face began to tingle. A warm draft seemed to eddy up the manway, and though its odor was abominable, Dean viewed this as a good sign. He was getting closer to the main shaft.

'Please, God, please,' he prayed aloud. 'Let me find her... '

Just as the guideline began to tauten, the barely passable corridor emptied out into a larger cavern. Just feet ahead of him, he could see the great gaping hole of the main shaft. Dean's prayers were answered. He untied the loop of gut at his belt. Rails of an old personnel ladder could be seen rising over the lip of the main shaft's maw.

No time like the present, he supposed. He dipped a pinch of Skoal and began to climb down the ladder.

Into the stench of hell.

««—»»

—began the vicious netherworld rape... which ended precisely two seconds later. The monster stepped back, huffing, satisfaction and victory stamped onto its animal face.

Arianne rolled her eyes. 'What—that's it? Jesus Christ, I thought you said you were gonna rape me half to death. You didn't even get me wet, you asshole.' Arianne frowned, half disappointed, half pissed-off. 'Buddy, I've had better sex with pickles. Let me give you some advice—next time you rape a girl, make it last more than two seconds.'

The creature seemed shocked at these words. It looked questioningly at its infernal mother.

'Damn your mouth, whore!' the goddess blared to Arianne. 'How dare you speak to my son like that!'

Arianne laughed. 'Your son's uglier than a baboon's ass, and he can't fuck for shit. Hell, I'll bet those babies could give me a better fuck than that ugly bull-headed motherfucker. And the babies've got bigger dicks.'

The monster mewled at the insult. 'Stop it!' his mother shrieked. 'You'll hurt his feelings!'

'And I'll tell you something else—' Arianne grinned. 'Dean got me off every time. Now there's a real man. None of this two-second bullshit; that man can fuck.' She shot a glance to the beast's genitals and chuckled. 'And his dick makes yours look like a tadpole. Dean's big as a fuckin' beer bottle.'

Pasiphae shuddered in rage as the beast... began to cry. 'There, there, honey,' she consoled, hugging her son's giant ox-head. 'Don't listen to that mean nasty whore. You're a wonderful lover —'

Arianne cackled laughter from where she hung. 'He's a big sissy, lady. A big sissy with a tiny dick.'

The beast blubbered and sobbed, blubbered and sobbed.

'Harlot!' The demonness glared, grinding obsidian teeth. 'Your death will be an exercise in agony,' she seethed. 'And we'll not wait for your paramour. Better that he come all this way to find you in shreds.' Then, to the beast: 'Go, my son. Eat her skin off, in tiny bites.'

The monster shook out of the despair of his wounded ego, then giantly approached Arianne—

'I don't think so,' a voice echoed in the low cavern.

Arianne's eyes popped wide. She shrieked in glee, her skinny junkie legs flailing.

It was Dean!

««—»»

Dean dropped down the last few rungs, landing squarely on his feet. He looked at the monster and didn't flinch. Then he racked a round into the shotgun. 'Party's over,' he said.

'Oh, no,' the shadow woman cooed. 'It's only just begun.'

Dean aimed and fired, pumping all five magnum shotgun rounds into the beast's huge head. The reports cracked within the cavern: positively ear-splitting bangs. But when the smoke cleared, the woman made of darkness laughed.

The beasts stood unharmed.

'Your puny weapons don't work against us,' Pasiphae guttered. 'We're older than eons. And it will take a weapon older than eons to defeat us.'

Dean spat tobacco juice and shrugged. 'I took that possibility into account,' he said. 'And brought... this... '

He reached around and withdrew something hooked to the back of his belt. He held it up into the evil supernatural light for all to see.

His torque-plier, his... horn-crankers.

The beast continued to mewl in terror, and even its mother paused in hesitation.

'Come and get it, Bessie,' Dean said.

'Kill him!' the woman shouted at her son. 'Charge him and use your mighty horns to dig his guts out!'