JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER

Juniper’s Daughter thought back to when she was younger, in her Mother’s garden on Crete. How she used to love venturing down into the tunnels of the Labyrinth to spy on the Minotaur. How wonderful flowers grew around his forbidden garden in abundance, that was mind numbing. Nature left to grow wild and free, not growing in straight lines or in pots under control, not allowed to be free.

   Her Mother totally disapproved of this, she liked order and strictness but the way of man was of wildness, war and adventure. To put a box around the very essence of his life and soul was a crime.

   Was this why she came to the secret garden of the Minotaur to watch him tend it, gently cultivating the crops, flowers, herbs and weeds, letting them grow and thrive. Did he know she was there? She didn’t think so but he never showed any sign of knowing, so if he did she was left alone. One thought shot into her mind one day, she’s left alone to feel comfortable in his lair so she would feel safe and at home. If he moved against her, would she still feel safe or would she fight this monster, half man and half bull? What if he wanted to fuck her when she was of age, if he wanted a baby Minotaur to continue his race? For wasn’t he the last? In this fact she was right…

   It happened one day in the high summer. A series of earthquakes ripped through the secret garden killing several rare flowering trees, this upset our lady and made her cry.

   The Minotaur saw this, how she cried at the loss of his, and her Mother’s, trees; he advanced upon her smiling and spoke gruffly in foreign tongue. It was the first time she ever heard him speak, his voice lulled her making her tired, sleepy. He picked her up in his arms and carried the dozing girl to his stone bed, gently laying her down and stood to watch her sleep for many minutes. Slowly undressing her, he saw her young woman’s body just coming of age.

   His awfully large manhood became erect with a stunning red end; he knelt down awkwardly to make love to her so she would carry his offspring and enhance his lineage. He was half bull, half man. He managed to insert his long penis up her tight vagina carefully ripping her hymen and taking her virginity. Virgin blood flowed onto her white dress and the summer stone. Slowly he made love to her.

   She moaned at the ripping of flesh as he was her first, he took her innocence by malevolence, making love to her ravishing her beautiful vagina.

   After his act he watched her slowly awake, while wanking himself off again. He loved playing with himself.

   She saw him and screamed in total terror, she knew what he had done, felt his wetness on her most intimate bits. She got up and ran out of the labyrinth, knowing the way by her sixth sense, home to her Mother. She told her Mother everything, how she went to the secret garden to see the plants, to watch the Minotaur work, at how her innocence was stolen.

   Her Mother came up with a plan, to send a boy in to kill the Minotaur and gain revenge on his evil wicked ways, ending this problem for good.

   On a rare rainy day the boy entered the labyrinth with a ball of string; he unwound this to find his way and carried a dagger for the wicked act of slaying. Would he be up to the job?

   She came with him to act as bait, three months pregnant with the bastard child of the Minotaur. Slowly into the depths they crept, coming across the sleeping giant creature on his stone slab. He was a massive size, she thought. Has he grown?

   The boy advanced to the beast, tapped him on the shoulder so he opened his eyes and thrust the knife into his heart ripping the blade upwards to kill the Minotaur. He succeeded!

   Looking on in utter disbelief, she cried aloud when their eyes locked. It was an awful sight she would never forget. Did she love this strange freak of nature?

   His dying view was of her belly and his child, his bridge to the next generation. It appeared that it was over; the last living monster was slain. The Minotaur fell dead onto his slab.

   The boy carried out his second act and walked up to the girl, stabbing her in the belly killing the three-month-old baby. And the mother who fell to the earth, crying incoherently as the earth shook in another violent earthquake, bringing down the roof, shaking the walls and crushing the boy under a huge stone pillar. His knife clattered to the stone tiles.

   The garden was uprooted by the quake and a volcano blew up, wiping out the ancient Cretan civilisation, sending it into the history books and the legend of the Minotaur into fable.