Helen and the Minotaur By thormanoftunder@yahoo.com If you are an artist and would wish to picture this stories (draw, collage, shoot, whatever), please feel free to do it and e-mail me. But remember, this is just for fun and you will not be paid or anything, as I did writing. Warning - Adult material. Not recommended for minors This is a fiction story and all similarity with other works and characters is mere coincidence. In ancient Greece, Sparta was the city of the warriors. Only men lived there to be trained to war. Titanon was one of these men. The youngest man to became general. He fell in love for an Athenian woman called Drusila, who corresponded back. From their love it was born a girl who they called Helena. However, Drusilla died by the childbirth. Before she died, she asked her beloved man to grew Helena up. Titanon was a Spartan warrior, but could not deny her beloved request. He loved Drusila and Helena so much that he faced all his counterparts and grew his daughter up in Sparta. The girl was grown up trained as a male soldier, but Titanon made sure she was feminine and received Athenian culture. He never tried to love another woman but Drusila and so never had another child. The girl loved her father and always was showing dedication to him and proving she was better than the boys. She was fourteen when she decided to follow her father steps and become a great Spartan general. Helena was submitted to all tests as any of the boys and got to be approved at all, always in first place. She was known as the new Atalanta, not only faster, but stronger and better warrior. Some used to say that only the mighty Hercules could, perhaps, defeat her. All training made her body extremely well built. She was incredibly beautiful as her mother was. A good comparison would be with Melissa Dettmiller, but taller. In Sparta, the warriors training only were completed when the men reached thirty years old. Helena got to complete all training when she was only twenty. In the same year, a battle happened and in spite of Spartan victory, a deadly arrow shot Titanon and took his life in the battlefield. Days later, a new general should be chosen. Helena was driven to her father position as everybody naturally agreed. Her feats became notorious and her fame was spread along all Greece and far away. On those times, there still were some minotaurs and one of them was threatening a village close to the border. The villagers could not contact Hercules who was traveling with the Argonauts, but heard about Helena fame. Some elders went to Sparta to ask for help. Sparta governor Markon determined that a small army should be prepared to go and defeat the monster. So it was done, Helena chose twenty of her best men and sent them to help the villagers. However, when they attacked the monster, the minotaur showed a uncommon strength and skills. It destroyed the commando alone and with no weapons. The only survivor was left alive to tell what happened and took months to recover well. Helena said that could not sacrifice more lives of her counterparts and decided to face the beast alone. The governor interfered, as well her officers, but it was useless. She secretly departured during the night, so nobody could stop her. When she arrived to the village she could see the fearful faces of the people, specially the children. She thought herself: "I gotta do something..." Helena rested for some time and had some dinner. She was told about when and how the beast uses to attack and discussed a plan with the villagers. Actually she had no plan, once she was determined to face the monster alone. Before sunrise, she was awaken and some villagers took her to the monster cave. But the beast had seen them. A surprising attack was made to her. Suddenly she heard a bullīs roar and when she looked to the direction of the sound she was hit by the minotaurīs head. This threw her meters away and she hit a tree. She lost her spear and her shield was totally wrecked. Only her sword still was on her hips. Helena took it out watching the monster charge again. She ran towards it and shouting she tried to stare the sword in its chest, aiming the heart. But the monster got to avoid the sword with its arm and hit Helena again with its head. The warrioress was sent meters away again. Her warrior outfit was ruined, totally ripped. The monster got to take her sword. It stopped and looked to it. Then it threw it away. Looked back to Helena and prepared to attack her again. She looked to its eyes and said: - OK, monster. Now it's you and me... - at same time ripping out the rest of her outfit, revealing all her muscled golden body, her perfect big tits and her amazing "bulletproof" abs. The minotaur charged again running toward Helena. The mighty woman ran toward the beast. Both roaring and shouting loud. They hit each other, but this time, Helena was ready and supported the monster hit. For the beast's surprise, the hit only produced a loud BLAM!! The woman got to stop the minotaur! Helena and the monster gripped their hands and a test of strength. The monster was very strong. Helena reminded that it defeated her twenty men commando bare hands. Surprisingly, the monster could not move the young blond woman back. All her muscles were ripping now. Her sweat was dropping along her breast and six-packs abs. Helena was shining under the sun, arms and legs trembling sustaining the mighty strength of the minotaur. She could smell its stinky breath just above her head. She grunted and grinned her teeth driving all her strength to arms, trying to step ahead. Slowly, her strength showed to be superior. She got to drive the monster's arms a little back and got one step ahead. Then another and another, slowing pushing the beast back to a boulder. Reaching the boulder, pressing the minotaur back to it, she said: - No matter how strong you are, I am stronger and I will defeat you! The beast seemed to understand that it was about to die and tried to fight back, but The young lady was showing that she was stronger than a bull. The minotaur kneeled, its arms still raised, its head in front of the blondīs tits, her hair rubbing its head. Helena was smiling evilly. Now the beast was grunting in pain. It tried to lift Helena with its horns, hitting her abs, but the pain made it too weak for that. Then Helena bent its hands back squeezing even harder. Cracks were heard and the minotaur roared in pain. Finally she pushed its arms down, released the hands and gripped its neck with her arms, clasping the monster, squeezing harder and harder. The minotaur was getting weaker and weaker. Helena was determined not stopping squeezing. She raised her head looking up, grinning her teeth, and squeezing more and more. For a while, the monster fighting back seemed to get power to escape, but the girl kneeled its chest and kicked its ribs and kidneys several times, weakening it more and more. She looked to its face and finally the beast was fading. Her golden hair was trembling on the monster face as her might feminine muscular wet body. She whispered to its ears; - This is for my men... Then Helena raised her face fast, threwing her hair on her back, shouting, with eyes open wide looking up, she squeezed and pushed its neck with all her might strength and scissoring its hips. A loud crack was heard. The woman continued pushing up the beast's neck and more cracks were heard. Neck, vertebras and ribs were broken. Blood was falling from the monster's nose and mouth. She released it and the monster fell sat with its back resting on the boulder. To make sure the monster was dead, she gripped her hands together and punched its head between the horns several times, breaking its skull. The menace no longer lived. Helena destroyed the monster bare hands. Only semi-god Hercules had got such a tremendous feat. The witnesses could not believe a young blond lady killed a minotaur bare hands. She tried to gather her ripped clothes to get dressed again. She was shining, sweat under the sun and her golden skin and hair were a stunning vision. Helena dressed her ripped clothes, took her sword and dragged the monster by its tail to the village. Villagers were amazed, mouths open and joyful at same time. They asked her to stay, but she had to return. She had won her most ferocious and strongest opponent and had to take some time to rest. Besides, an army waited for her command. ______________________________________________________________________________ __ Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. Try it now.Helen and the Minotaur By thormanoftunder@yahoo.com If you are an artist and would wish to picture this stories (draw, collage, shoot, whatever), please feel free to do it and e-mail me. But remember, this is just for fun and you will not be paid or anything, as I did writing. Warning - Adult material. Not recommended for minors This is a fiction story and all similarity with other works and characters is mere coincidence. In ancient Greece, Sparta was the city of the warriors. Only men lived there to be trained to war. Titanon was one of these men. The youngest man to became general. He fell in love for an Athenian woman called Drusila, who corresponded back. From their love it was born a girl who they called Helena. However, Drusilla died by the childbirth. Before she died, she asked her beloved man to grew Helena up. Titanon was a Spartan warrior, but could not deny her beloved request. He loved Drusila and Helena so much that he faced all his counterparts and grew his daughter up in Sparta. The girl was grown up trained as a male soldier, but Titanon made sure she was feminine and received Athenian culture. He never tried to love another woman but Drusila and so never had another child. The girl loved her father and always was showing dedication to him and proving she was better than the boys. She was fourteen when she decided to follow her father steps and become a great Spartan general. Helena was submitted to all tests as any of the boys and got to be approved at all, always in first place. She was known as the new Atalanta, not only faster, but stronger and better warrior. Some used to say that only the mighty Hercules could, perhaps, defeat her. All training made her body extremely well built. She was incredibly beautiful as her mother was. A good comparison would be with Melissa Dettmiller, but taller. In Sparta, the warriors training only were completed when the men reached thirty years old. Helena got to complete all training when she was only twenty. In the same year, a battle happened and in spite of Spartan victory, a deadly arrow shot Titanon and took his life in the battlefield. Days later, a new general should be chosen. Helena was driven to her father position as everybody naturally agreed. Her feats became notorious and her fame was spread along all Greece and far away. On those times, there still were some minotaurs and one of them was threatening a village close to the border. The villagers could not contact Hercules who was traveling with the Argonauts, but heard about Helena fame. Some elders went to Sparta to ask for help. Sparta governor Markon determined that a small army should be prepared to go and defeat the monster. So it was done, Helena chose twenty of her best men and sent them to help the villagers. However, when they attacked the monster, the minotaur showed a uncommon strength and skills. It destroyed the commando alone and with no weapons. The only survivor was left alive to tell what happened and took months to recover well. Helena said that could not sacrifice more lives of her counterparts and decided to face the beast alone. The governor interfered, as well her officers, but it was useless. She secretly departured during the night, so nobody could stop her. When she arrived to the village she could see the fearful faces of the people, specially the children. She thought herself: "I gotta do something..." Helena rested for some time and had some dinner. She was told about when and how the beast uses to attack and discussed a plan with the villagers. Actually she had no plan, once she was determined to face the monster alone. Before sunrise, she was awaken and some villagers took her to the monster cave. But the beast had seen them. A surprising attack was made to her. Suddenly she heard a bullīs roar and when she looked to the direction of the sound she was hit by the minotaurīs head. This threw her meters away and she hit a tree. She lost her spear and her shield was totally wrecked. Only her sword still was on her hips. Helena took it out watching the monster charge again. She ran towards it and shouting she tried to stare the sword in its chest, aiming the heart. But the monster got to avoid the sword with its arm and hit Helena again with its head. The warrioress was sent meters away again. Her warrior outfit was ruined, totally ripped. The monster got to take her sword. It stopped and looked to it. Then it threw it away. Looked back to Helena and prepared to attack her again. She looked to its eyes and said: - OK, monster. Now it's you and me... - at same time ripping out the rest of her outfit, revealing all her muscled golden body, her perfect big tits and her amazing "bulletproof" abs. The minotaur charged again running toward Helena. The mighty woman ran toward the beast. Both roaring and shouting loud. They hit each other, but this time, Helena was ready and supported the monster hit. For the beast's surprise, the hit only produced a loud BLAM!! The woman got to stop the minotaur! Helena and the monster gripped their hands and a test of strength. The monster was very strong. Helena reminded that it defeated her twenty men commando bare hands. Surprisingly, the monster could not move the young blond woman back. All her muscles were ripping now. Her sweat was dropping along her breast and six-packs abs. Helena was shining under the sun, arms and legs trembling sustaining the mighty strength of the minotaur. She could smell its stinky breath just above her head. She grunted and grinned her teeth driving all her strength to arms, trying to step ahead. Slowly, her strength showed to be superior. She got to drive the monster's arms a little back and got one step ahead. Then another and another, slowing pushing the beast back to a boulder. Reaching the boulder, pressing the minotaur back to it, she said: - No matter how strong you are, I am stronger and I will defeat you! The beast seemed to understand that it was about to die and tried to fight back, but The young lady was showing that she was stronger than a bull. The minotaur kneeled, its arms still raised, its head in front of the blondīs tits, her hair rubbing its head. Helena was smiling evilly. Now the beast was grunting in pain. It tried to lift Helena with its horns, hitting her abs, but the pain made it too weak for that. Then Helena bent its hands back squeezing even harder. Cracks were heard and the minotaur roared in pain. Finally she pushed its arms down, released the hands and gripped its neck with her arms, clasping the monster, squeezing harder and harder. The minotaur was getting weaker and weaker. Helena was determined not stopping squeezing. She raised her head looking up, grinning her teeth, and squeezing more and more. For a while, the monster fighting back seemed to get power to escape, but the girl kneeled its chest and kicked its ribs and kidneys several times, weakening it more and more. She looked to its face and finally the beast was fading. Her golden hair was trembling on the monster face as her might feminine muscular wet body. She whispered to its ears; - This is for my men... Then Helena raised her face fast, threwing her hair on her back, shouting, with eyes open wide looking up, she squeezed and pushed its neck with all her might strength and scissoring its hips. A loud crack was heard. The woman continued pushing up the beast's neck and more cracks were heard. Neck, vertebras and ribs were broken. Blood was falling from the monster's nose and mouth. She released it and the monster fell sat with its back resting on the boulder. To make sure the monster was dead, she gripped her hands together and punched its head between the horns several times, breaking its skull. The menace no longer lived. Helena destroyed the monster bare hands. Only semi-god Hercules had got such a tremendous feat. The witnesses could not believe a young blond lady killed a minotaur bare hands. She tried to gather her ripped clothes to get dressed again. She was shining, sweat under the sun and her golden skin and hair were a stunning vision. Helena dressed her ripped clothes, took her sword and dragged the monster by its tail to the village. Villagers were amazed, mouths open and joyful at same time. They asked her to stay, but she had to return. She had won her most ferocious and strongest opponent and had to take some time to rest. Besides, an army waited for her command. ______________________________________________________________________________ __ Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. Try it now. [ Part 2: "pat659314333" ] Helen and the Minotaur By thormanoftunder@yahoo.com If you are an artist and would wish to picture this stories (draw, collage, shoot, whatever), please feel free to do it and e-mail me. But remember, this is just for fun and you will not be paid or anything, as I did writing. Warning - Adult material. Not recommended for minors This is a fiction story and all similarity with other works and characters is mere coincidence. In ancient Greece, Sparta was the city of the warriors. Only men lived there to be trained to war. Titanon was one of these men. The youngest man to became general. He fell in love for an Athenian woman called Drusila, who corresponded back. From their love it was born a girl who they called Helena. However, Drusilla died by the childbirth. Before she died, she asked her beloved man to grew Helena up. Titanon was a Spartan warrior, but could not deny her beloved request. He loved Drusila and Helena so much that he faced all his counterparts and grew his daughter up in Sparta. The girl was grown up trained as a male soldier, but Titanon made sure she was feminine and received Athenian culture. He never tried to love another woman but Drusila and so never had another child. The girl loved her father and always was showing dedication to him and proving she was better than the boys. She was fourteen when she decided to follow her father steps and become a great Spartan general. Helena was submitted to all tests as any of the boys and got to be approved at all, always in first place. She was known as the new Atalanta, not only faster, but stronger and better warrior. Some used to say that only the mighty Hercules could, perhaps, defeat her. All training made her body extremely well built. She was incredibly beautiful as her mother was. A good comparison would be with Melissa Dettmiller, but taller. In Sparta, the warriors training only were completed when the men reached thirty years old. Helena got to complete all training when she was only twenty. In the same year, a battle happened and in spite of Spartan victory, a deadly arrow shot Titanon and took his life in the battlefield. Days later, a new general should be chosen. Helena was driven to her father position as everybody naturally agreed. Her feats became notorious and her fame was spread along all Greece and far away. On those times, there still were some minotaurs and one of them was threatening a village close to the border. The villagers could not contact Hercules who was traveling with the Argonauts, but heard about Helena fame. Some elders went to Sparta to ask for help. Sparta governor Markon determined that a small army should be prepared to go and defeat the monster. So it was done, Helena chose twenty of her best men and sent them to help the villagers. However, when they attacked the monster, the minotaur showed a uncommon strength and skills. It destroyed the commando alone and with no weapons. The only survivor was left alive to tell what happened and took months to recover well. Helena said that could not sacrifice more lives of her counterparts and decided to face the beast alone. The governor interfered, as well her officers, but it was useless. She secretly departured during the night, so nobody could stop her. When she arrived to the village she could see the fearful faces of the people, specially the children. She thought herself: "I gotta do something..." Helena rested for some time and had some dinner. She was told about when and how the beast uses to attack and discussed a plan with the villagers. Actually she had no plan, once she was determined to face the monster alone. Before sunrise, she was awaken and some villagers took her to the monster cave. But the beast had seen them. A surprising attack was made to her. Suddenly she heard a bullīs roar and when she looked to the direction of the sound she was hit by the minotaurīs head. This threw her meters away and she hit a tree. She lost her spear and her shield was totally wrecked. Only her sword still was on her hips. Helena took it out watching the monster charge again. She ran towards it and shouting she tried to stare the sword in its chest, aiming the heart. But the monster got to avoid the sword with its arm and hit Helena again with its head. The warrioress was sent meters away again. Her warrior outfit was ruined, totally ripped. The monster got to take her sword. It stopped and looked to it. Then it threw it away. Looked back to Helena and prepared to attack her again. She looked to its eyes and said: - OK, monster. Now it's you and me... - at same time ripping out the rest of her outfit, revealing all her muscled golden body, her perfect big tits and her amazing "bulletproof" abs. The minotaur charged again running toward Helena. The mighty woman ran toward the beast. Both roaring and shouting loud. They hit each other, but this time, Helena was ready and supported the monster hit. For the beast's surprise, the hit only produced a loud BLAM!! The woman got to stop the minotaur! Helena and the monster gripped their hands and a test of strength. The monster was very strong. Helena reminded that it defeated her twenty men commando bare hands. Surprisingly, the monster could not move the young blond woman back. All her muscles were ripping now. Her sweat was dropping along her breast and six-packs abs. Helena was shining under the sun, arms and legs trembling sustaining the mighty strength of the minotaur. She could smell its stinky breath just above her head. She grunted and grinned her teeth driving all her strength to arms, trying to step ahead. Slowly, her strength showed to be superior. She got to drive the monster's arms a little back and got one step ahead. Then another and another, slowing pushing the beast back to a boulder. Reaching the boulder, pressing the minotaur back to it, she said: - No matter how strong you are, I am stronger and I will defeat you! The beast seemed to understand that it was about to die and tried to fight back, but The young lady was showing that she was stronger than a bull. The minotaur kneeled, its arms still raised, its head in front of the blondīs tits, her hair rubbing its head. Helena was smiling evilly. Now the beast was grunting in pain. It tried to lift Helena with its horns, hitting her abs, but the pain made it too weak for that. Then Helena bent its hands back squeezing even harder. Cracks were heard and the minotaur roared in pain. Finally she pushed its arms down, released the hands and gripped its neck with her arms, clasping the monster, squeezing harder and harder. The minotaur was getting weaker and weaker. Helena was determined not stopping squeezing. She raised her head looking up, grinning her teeth, and squeezing more and more. For a while, the monster fighting back seemed to get power to escape, but the girl kneeled its chest and kicked its ribs and kidneys several times, weakening it more and more. She looked to its face and finally the beast was fading. Her golden hair was trembling on the monster face as her might feminine muscular wet body. She whispered to its ears; - This is for my men... Then Helena raised her face fast, threwing her hair on her back, shouting, with eyes open wide looking up, she squeezed and pushed its neck with all her might strength and scissoring its hips. A loud crack was heard. The woman continued pushing up the beast's neck and more cracks were heard. Neck, vertebras and ribs were broken. Blood was falling from the monster's nose and mouth. She released it and the monster fell sat with its back resting on the boulder. To make sure the monster was dead, she gripped her hands together and punched its head between the horns several times, breaking its skull. The menace no longer lived. Helena destroyed the monster bare hands. Only semi-god Hercules had got such a tremendous feat. The witnesses could not believe a young blond lady killed a minotaur bare hands. She tried to gather her ripped clothes to get dressed again. She was shining, sweat under the sun and her golden skin and hair were a stunning vision. Helena dressed her ripped clothes, took her sword and dragged the monster by its tail to the village. Villagers were amazed, mouths open and joyful at same time. They asked her to stay, but she had to return. She had won her most ferocious and strongest opponent and had to take some time to rest. Besides, an army waited for her command.