In the rocky badlands of northern India, in a cave near the outskirts of civilization, evil waited.

It was the last minotaur in existence, surviving from a day when creatures of legend still walked the earth. His name was Kerith, and though it had become harder and harder with each year that had gone by, he was still a scourge to the human race. Raiding and slaughter were all that he knew, and even though the world was moving on, he stubbornly refused to adapt.

He was taller than the tallest of humans, covered in sleek, black furry skin and seemingly composed of nothing but muscle and bone, powerful beyond imagination. His bullish horns curved upward, long and dangerous. His frame was tough enough to weather any element the world could assault him with, and so he wore no clothes, content to let his enormous manhood hang free. One of his hands had been cut off at the wrist, in one of countless skirmishes with the society of warrior women who defended the earth from fiends such as himself. It had been replaced with a heavy cybernetic construct of steel, just as agile and even more powerful than the original.

He waited, armed with a massive two-handed sword forged in the depths of Hades. He had been prowling the countryside of India, posing as a bull deity so he could freely pillage the rural towns and villages with little fear of reprisal. At his last stop, left where he was sure to find it in the bedroom of the village elder's virgin daughters, he had discovered a scroll written in Greek, instructing him to wait in the very cavern complex he stood right now.

The ADD was the only agency that could have possibly tried to contact him. He knew it was a trap, and he waited prepared for a fight. But he didn't even think to avoid them. The thought of fleeing a battle was anathema to his warlike mind, and so he stood there, waiting for whatever might come, red eyes glowing in the dark of night.

At first glance the young woman who appeared at the mouth of the cave looked like one of the local girls. She had the ebony hair and golden skin, but as she got closer her features revealed her island heritage. Her stride was confident despite the extreme disparity between her petite stature and the towering height of the beast she was approaching, and her clothing pegged her as one of the famed ADD agents. She wore the rarely seen formal uniform of the directorate, it's militaristic cut doing little to show off her exquisite body.

Dark brown eyes sized up the beast, lingering on the massive sword he wielded. Surprisingly, the young woman had no visible weapons or armor, and as she closed in she held up her empty hands up to emphasize that fact. Perhaps more threatening than the sword was the massive shaft hanging between his legs, and the young woman carefully avoided looking at it. A wave of nervous fear washed over her as she approached, though she gave no outward sign of it. She'd been debriefed on the minotaur's history and knew just what he was capable of, but there was no turning back at this point. The risk they were taking was large but there had yet to be a creature who'd turned down an invitation for access to Shokushu Campus, and the beast's cooperation would save many agents' lives.

As far as first missions went it could be far worse, she told herself. At least she was staring down a lone monster instead of a den full of sex slavers or an army of robots intent on thinning the ADD's ranks a bit. Taking a deep breath she stopped just a few feet away from the minotaur and steeled herself.

"Kerith, I presume?" she questioned, though there was no one else he could be. Pulling a white envelope from her jacket she took another step forward, holding it out towards him. The word "Shokushu" was printed in the center of it. "I'm Agent Merau, and we have a proposition for you."

Kerith glared sullenly at the approaching woman. These amazons had been hounding him for years now, and constantly defied all expectations. Many of them were piteous inept in battle, but some had mystical powers that he had no understanding of, while others fought with modern weapons and psychotic fury. Most of them lacked even a rudimentary understanding of tactics, which had allowed him to prevail on countless occasions, but that hardly meant that they weren't dangerous. His now cybernetic hand reminded him not to let his guard down.

He had never seen an ADD agent wearing the conservative, militaristic uniform he saw before him, but the fearless way that she approached him left no doubt of her identity in his mind. His strong body tensed as she approached. Even though she looked unarmed, he was wary regardless, expecting some attack from a source he didn't yet see. However, when she continued to advance on him, heedless of the threat he posed, his caution gave way to anger. It was as if she was belligerently refusing to recognize the threat he posed.

Kerith let out an outraged snort and raised up his sword, slamming it down to the ground. The area shook and a series of cracks spread out beneath the impact. "Yes, I am Kerith! Why do you approach me so? What trickery are you planning?"

It took all of Naoko's resolve not to scream and cower when the beast plunged his massive sword into the ground, but she managed to retain most of her composure. Her eyes had gone wide and her icy expression changed to one of panic for a few brief moments before she realized he wasn't moving to attack, but almost instantaneously she reverted to carefully crafted mask of diplomatic neutrality. She was more than a little shaken, but keenly aware of how important it was not to show any weakness. Her posture remained rigid, as harsh and militaristic as her clothing.

"No trickery sir; I'm not here for a fight." the young woman said, her tone placating but still strong. "In light of your...persistence the Directorate has elected to offer you a deal. in exchange for cessation of hostilities I've been authorized to transport you to Shokushu campus. You may have heard of it..." she continued, offering him the thick white envelope again.

"It's a...resort of sorts." she said, careful to keep her deep-seated contempt for the place out of her voice. The documents she'd given him contained all the basic information on the school and it's purpose, as well as a small assortment of photos and stills from security camera footage of some of the unfortunate students.

Kerith was barely paying attention to Naoko's words now. Her brief loss of composure hadn't been lost on him. More potently, he could smell her fear. It was a palpable presence, wafting from her body with the sweat beneath her uniform. It had the effect on him that it usually did, and though his expression was just as unreadable as the Agent's, the fact that his heavy penis was perking up and swelling to an even more formidable mass betrayed his thoughts quite clearly.

He reached out and snatched the envelope, his hand briefly enclosing hers. As he tore the top off with his teeth he shifted his immense weight and began pacing, circling around her. His whiplike tail swished back and forth in agitation, at one point brushing against her cheek, though if Kerith noticed he didn't show any indication of it. He briefly surveyed the contents of the envelope, focusing his attention more on the pictures than the brochure, and then tossed it all to the ground.

"What is this? A joke?! We've crossed blades for years now. One of your sisters cut off my hand! What do you expect? That after all of this we can just be friends?!" He glared as his mouth closed, pausing after pacing a half-circle around her. He leaned forward and made a point of sniffing at the air.

Another spike of fear colored the girl's scent as the creature's massive hand snatched the envelope away from her. She thought she was doing quite well when it came to disguising her emotions, unaware that the beast's superhuman senses allowed him to read her like a book. As he circled around her she noticed his cock slowly swelling, though it was hard to believe it could get any larger than it already was. The words she'd read in his case file came back to her with disturbing clarity. Numerous agents had battled against him over the years, and he was a particularly brutal opponent, both in the heat of battle and when he inevitably ravaged the unfortunate agents he bested afterwards. In preparation for her mission Naoko had spoken to one of the girl's who'd faced him down just a few months before, but when questioned the agent merely shuttered and wished the new recruit good luck.

She flinched slightly when he spoke again, and mentally berated herself for it. When he leaned towards her she stood her ground, resisting he intense urge to take a step away, or better yet turn and run as far and as fast as she could.

"Of course not..." She said, still carefully stoic. "In fact it's our continued fruitless conflicts that prompted the directorate to send me. You wish to...hunt in peace, and we of course would like to avoid the rather hefty medical bills we always encur when you make trouble. With this arrangement, we both get what we want."

Kerith bares his teeth, almost grinning but not able to really express himself properly due to his monstrous facial structure. "What do you know of what I want, girl? Has it crossed your mind that I have everything that I want already? Have you considered that you've come here without anything to offer me?" Despite his words, he couldn't help but admire the human. This woman was brave, that much was obvious. Kerith admired bravery, especially in his foes (though truth be told, he considered almost every being alive his foe).

His teeth vanished back into his black lips and he looked Naoko over silently. Just as he was considering what to say next, he abruptly wondered what she looked like without that conservative suit on. And almost as soon as that thought came into his mind, he made a decision. She wouldn't leave until he had found out.

"Maybe," he said slowly, "I love battle. Maybe it's what I was born for. Maybe to me, fighting you hussies is just as satisfying as taming you."

Kerith took a step back as he regarded her. He took his sword in a powerful two-handed grip to point at her, and then nudged her back a little with its flat side. "Draw your weapon, Agent Merau."

Naoko's dark eyes narrowed as she backed several steps away from the sword-wielding behemoth. She produced from within her jacket a vaguely rectangular black object, with two metal prongs on the end. The agent flicked a switch with her thumb and a crackling like of electricity arced between the silvery bars.

"I told you before..." she said coolly, shifting her position unconscionably to a more ready one, "I didn't come here to fight."

It was clear though that she wouldn't be leaving without one. Things had already gone quite far south, the best she could hope now would be to escape with her skin in one piece.

Very suddenly, the young woman plunged forward, taser-gripping hand out thrust to try and disable the creature before he had the time to maneuver his much larger, heavier weapon.

Naoko was saying something, of that he was vaguely aware. But his higher brain was so overpowered by savagery that it couldn't even process what her words were. His vision was growing red at the edges, and the sexual tension kindling beneath his black fur had abruptly exploded into an inferno of lust. Lust for violence, and lust for Naoko, in no particular order.

He expected her to draw a firearm, and consumed in the moment as he was, when she pulled out her stun gun he didn't realize that she hadn't. Anything fired from a weapon small enough to conceal in her uniform could do little more than sting him, and so he raised his greatsword, lowered his head and pointed his horns forward, and prepared for a gore. But Naoko was quicker and there wasn't nearly enough space between them to build up the momentum for the truly unstoppable charges he favored in battle.

Just as he was stepping forward her taser caught him solidly. His immense blade clattered loudly as it fell from his hands and he shuddered, eyes blinking dully as he attempted to piece together what exactly had happened before he fell forward on his hands and hooves.

It worked? It worked!! For a heartbeat Naoko's shock and elation at the first thing that had actually gone in her favor during this entire god forsaken mission shook her out of her battle-ready alertness, but as the minotaur's massive bulk wavered and fell forward she jumpped back lightly, just managing to avoid being pinned underneath him. There was no time to analyze the situation - he was down for now but who knew how much of an effect the shock had actually had on the creature.

A rush of adrenalin washed over Naoko as she spun around to face the mouth of the cave. She could almost feel escape within her grasp as she took off at a dead run towards her waiting ship.

The powerful shock had indeed worked, but not as well as Naoko no doubt hoped. Kerith's fury and might granted him unfathomable strength and a hellish tolerance for pain, and truly it was mostly the surprise of the jolt that had kept him incapacitated for even the few moments that it did.

Naoko suddenly felt something cold and hard wrap around her ankle, and in another moment she was being pulled back, whipped through the air and then released to fly several feet before skidding across the ground prone, leaving her deep in the cave, between Kerith and the entrance.

Still on his hands and knees, the cybernetic tendril retracted back into Kerith's hand. Slowly he stood up and took a few heavy breaths, before stalking towards Naoko, leaving his sword forgotten on the ground.

In her haste, the rookie agent had completely forgotten about the beast's mechanical tentacles. Naoko screamed when the metal appendage shot out and lashed tightly around her ankle. Her momentum sent her tumbling forward but before she hit the ground she was whipped back. A moment later and her petite body crashed to the ground, tumbling several feet and sending up a small cloud of reddish dust.

Naoko coughed, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as the minotaur approached. Half her body throbbed with dull pain and her head swam. She started to stand on shaky legs but as her eyes began to focus again she saw the beast's massive hooves just a few feet away.

Just as Naoko rose, yet another tendril shot out from his palm at a killing speed, going straight toward her. However, instead of tearing into her flesh it instead impaled the stun gun in her hand and retracted, wrenching the broken device away. Kerith gave the weapon a casual look of interest before crushing it in a hulking fist and letting the junked circuitry and twisted shrapnel sprinkle to the ground. "Excellent. That was a good, solid blow. For that I think I'm going to fuck you twice as hard as I had planned." Kerith's eyes glint with mad delight and suddenly he springs into a crouched position and sends his hand flying toward Naoko in a powerful backhand.

Naoko flinched away when the metal tendril shot out like a whip to destroy her only weapon. Her heart raced and adrenalin flowed through every vein in her body but she had nowhere to run. An almost imperceptible tremor ran through her body when he announced his intentions and her lovely face went slightly pale. Of course she'd already know what would happen to her if she failed this mission, but hearing the consequences voiced made them horrifically real. She tensed when the beast suddenly crouched down and though she was ready when he lashed out to strike her she had nowhere to move to avoid it and nothing with which to block the blow so it connected squarely with her petite form.

His massive knuckles slammed into the unfortunate Naoko with enough force to send her sailing off her feet. It was like kissing a battering ram. Since she was aware of the attack, rolling with the blow was simple and the attack would leave little more than a bruise. But her landing might be leave her with far graver injuries.

She never hit the ground though. Just as he struck her with his real hand, his prosthetic appendage opened up once again, sending a quintet of steel cables hurtling towards the airborne agent. They wrapped her arms, her legs, and her torso, forming neat coils. The whiplash knocked the wind out of her as she suddenly changed directions in mid-flight, being pulled back and bound against Kerith's steel hand.

The scent of her fear settled his conflicting desires. Until this moment he hadn't been able to decide whether he wanted to kill her or rape her, but pulling her close and allowing her intoxicating aroma onto his sensitive nose settled it. He snorted roughly, basking in her musk. A thick dark finger pressed against her collar and he ran it down, tearing the top of her uniform in half as though he were opening a letter. He was eager to see what was underneath the conservative outfit.