Aphrodite's Curse
Book 4
Hera Strikes Back
Chapter 5
Helen giggled as her eyes fluttered open and she awoke. The hot, wet tongue lapping at her toes, made her smile, and as she sat up in her bed, and looked down at her feet, she yawned. There, taking loving licks up her sole to gently wake her, was one of her many thousands of servants, Donkor. He, like his master, Anubis, the Egyptian God of the Dead, was Jackal headed. Helen had to admit that his having that long dog tongue had its advantages. He whimpered and whined as he ran sloppy kisses up to her ankle, and when Helen stretched out her foot, and wiggled her toes, she made sure to scratch behind his two upright ears. He immediately started to pant and whine even louder once she hit his magic spot.
"Such a good boy, Donkor," Helen purred. "You are such a good boy! Yes, you are..., yes you are!"
Donkor looked up from the end of the bed, and his coal-black canine face broke into a grin as his Doberman-like ears twitched and perked up. His thin lips curled back into a smile, revealing his white fangs, as his happy tongue dangled out of the side of his mouth. He was a good boy! And nothing pleased him more than praise from his Mistress.
Helen smile even wider once he stood up straight. He, like all servants in Egypt, whether in the land of the living; or here, in the land of the dead, was naked. Gloriously, and completely naked. Her eyes lazily ran down his body and she could not help but lick her lips. He was stunning, and, if not for his off-putting Jackal head, he could have easily have surpassed Paris' beauty back in Troy. He was tall and muscular; ripped and hard as Achilles, and his cock was firm and long as the boys she used to watch back in Sparta. I really must tell Persephone of this Egyptian tradition when I return to the underworld. Slaves are so much more delicious when they are unclothed.
"Now Donkor," Helen said, "go and prepare my breakfast. I wish to eat on the Veranda this morning."
Donkor nodded and said, "Oh yes, Great Goddess of the Dead, Noble Queen Persephone! I live only to serve."
"That's right," Helen said as she smirked, "I am Persephone, the Goddess of the Dead, and your Queen; and it is wise you not forget it! Now..., go fetch my breakfast. But Donkor..., today, I would like something other than cheese and beer! I am most displeased with my food and drink options here, and you know, Lord Anubis does not want—"
"Oh, Divinity," Donkor cried, "No! The Great God Anubis, hallowed be his name, does not want you displeased. He has told us all that your pleasure and complete bliss is our only command, our lives and wills devoted to nothing satisfying your every whim for all eternity. Please! Please tell us what you wish, and it shall be done."
Donkor was so completely and totally devoted; Helen had to sigh. This level of service she could get used to in a hurry. Back in Greece, even when she was the pampered kidnapped Queen in Troy, she had servants, of course, but she never had ones as devoted as this. Perhaps him being part dog is the trick here? Hmmm, that is something to ponder.
None of her "human" servants back home had ever been able to truly satisfy her, or understand her desire for utter perfection, like Donkor. Her simple girlish requests back in Greece were always fulfilled just short of the excellence her body and soul craved. When she requested a gown made of hummingbird wings, what had she gotten instead? Some gold and silken monstrosity not fit for a dung bearer to wear. She had her slaves whipped into a bloody pulp for that offense! When she asked for pearl infused wine, what did she receive instead? Some moldy vintage fit only for pigs, served in a goblet of pearls, not infused with dissolved ones! How was that request unclear? No, here in Egypt, luxury reined, and for once, she felt utterly and completely at home.
As she glanced across her simply stunning bedroom; decked out in black basalt columns carved into giant palm trees, golden glittering fountains of perfume, and a perpetual shower of lotus blossoms dropped on to her alabaster bed from dozens of servants above, she caught her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. She truly was a vision! Why should she not demand perfection? She was, after all, the most gorgeous mortal woman who ever had lived! Why, just look at that beauty in the mirror! Those long luscious legs, those gorgeous full rounded breasts. That long luxurious mane of black, lustrous hair; somehow looking even more stunning in the perpetually dim lighting of the Egyptian Underworld. Thousands of men on Earth had craved her body. Many more thousands had died in the Trojan War, killing and murdering each other in a frenzy to return her to King Menelaus. Turning over and glancing at her reflection once more, she caught sight of her ass and giggled. If my face launched a thousand ships, how many triremes should this magnificence launch? Finally, here in the Egyptian land of the dead, I can live as I should!
She sat up now on her bed, and glanced over at Donkor, now fully erect, his hungry ravenous eyes devouring her. And it appears, my beauty has not dimmed at all, I see!
"Please Mistress," Donkor begged, as his dog tongue dangled from his drooling mouth. "What do you wish to have for breakfast. I..., I only wish you true satisfaction."
"You are such a good Doggie," Helen giggled as Donkor began to throb. She pointed over to a side table, carved from a single twenty million carat diamond, and said, "It is a bit complicated, so, generous soul that I am, I wrote out my request on that parchment. I know it is sometimes hard for you to remember."
Donkor rushed to the table, lifted the scroll and began to read. As the words passed over his eyes, he felt his stomach grow queasy. This would be a heavy lift.
"Uh, I see you request eggs again this morning. Now, once they are obtained, I assume they are they are to be poached like usual?"
"Yes, Donkor, but..., lightly this time." She wrinkled her nose and frowned as she said, "Yesterday's breakfast was an excrescence. And do not forget the Hollandaise sauce this time!"
"Of course not, Mistress," he gulped as he continued to read the insanely long, and highly detailed instructions. He grimaced as he looked back up at her, and added, "This, er, might take a little time. Is there something I can get you while you wait?"
"Just some coffee," Helen sighed. "I will have it on the veranda."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Oh, and make sure you bring cream. And this time, the coffee should be from beans individually harvested by the beauties, unknown to man. There is a blue mountain in Macedonia, I believe, and on the top of this..."
Donkor took notes as Helen continued.
"...And, the cream should only be milked only from a Crimson cow, preferably one that was raised on the planes of Syria and, of course, only if it has been daily washed in the sacred wine from the Temple of Artemis. Crimson cow cream is the best, but only if it has been taken under the light of a new moon, preferably during the Solstice. Otherwise, it tends to curdle, you know. Now, I do not want to be picky, so, one day, or other, on either side of the new moon will do. Now, as to the container for the..."
"Yes, Mistress," Donkor said as he continued writing.
"...the maids performing this milking should all be unblemished and achingly beautiful, of course, as nothing ugly should ever pass my lips. Oh, and this is very important! It is imperative, that for five years prior to them milking the crimson cow, they should have sacrificed a single dove, daily to..., ...and only with a dagger that has been purified with morning dew that has been collected from blooming roses that grow on Mount Athos."
"Yes, Mistress," Donkor continued as sweat now ran down his snout. He looked up when she finished speaking, and said, "Is that all?"
Helen paused, and placed her forefinger under her chin as she stared up at the mosaic of herself that had been installed in the ceiling. Instantly distracted by the vision of her own beauty hovering over her head, she sighed when she saw that the blue topaz used to represent her eyes were slightly the wrong shade. But..., she had to admit that the rubies used for her lips were accurate.
"Mistress?" Donkor repeated, "Is that all?"
Helen shook her head as she refocused, and sneered. She glared back at her servant and stood up. "Yes. I guess that shall have to do while I wait for my PROPER, breakfast. Until then, I will waiting on the Veranda."
"Yes Mistress," Donkor said.
"Oh, and one last thing, Donkor," Helen said. "Have the other slaves prepare my bath. I shall wash after breakfast. I know it took some time to gather all of the sandalwood required, and press the twenty thousand Jasmine blossoms required for the bath oil, so I wanted to give everyone a heads up. After all, I am not unreasonable!"
Donkor grinned as he watched her incredible and perfectly round ass jiggle and sashay across the room as she headed towards the two crystal doors leading to the veranda. Drool flowed from his mouth like water at this most erotic sight, and he wiped his jowls with the back of his hand. He cleared his throat, and said, "Yes, Mistress. I will inform the God Sokaris to begin all of the preparations."
"Do not delay on that coffee, Donkor," Helen commanded, "I am thirsty."
"Yes, Goddess."
Helen nodded, and walked out onto her veranda, sighing appreciatively as she sat down on her lounge chair. It, like everything in her apartments in Anubis' palace, was extravagant in the extreme. Constructed out of a carved elephant tusk, and covered in leather made of albino alligator hide, she sighed as she felt the smooth skin caress her ass. Gator skin just feels wonderful on my naked flesh! I should never get dressed! Well, until tonight that is.
Helen yawned and stretched as she gazed out over her incredible view of Egyptian underworld. No matter how many times she peered out over the impressive landscape, it never failed to stir feelings of awe. She hated to admit, but in terms of the afterlife, the Egyptians obviously knew what they were doing; much more than her Greeks. If she ever returned home, she would have to inform Hades that he was being seriously outclassed by his Egyptian counterpart.
The Land of the Egyptian dead was enormous, an infinite plane of soft violet sand spreading out in all directions. Soaring overhead, a great cobalt blue dome, hundreds of miles in the air, enclosed the realm of the departed. Its surface was smooth, like glass, and in the center of this giant ceiling, a huge glowing gold Ankh illuminated the mind-bogglingly large chamber beneath. The Ankh was not overly bright, and the land of the dead had the appearance of perpetual twilight, or dawn, everything glowing light pink and soft purple.
Anubis' palace, like the land of the dead itself, staggered her mortal, human imagination. Located in the center of Duat, the Capital city of the kingdom of the Dead, the number of rooms in the palace could never be counted. They were more numerous than the sands of Egypt itself, and each filled with treasures and delights she could barely fathom. Anubis, she found, was a soul after Helen's own heart, and his love of luxury and excess was almost as strong as her own. Well..., almost.
Anubis provided Helen the perfect apartments inside his enormous dwelling, and located them at the very pinnacle of his pure black, marble and onyx constructed home. From her veranda, all of Duat could be observed, as well as the vast planes beyond the city of the dead. Thousands of feet below her veranda, Helen watched the giddily happy dead, cavort and play in the sapphire lined streets of the city. Everything in Duat was a cavalcade of color, and the joyous sounds of singing from the deceased rose up and teased her ears. This is so unlike the grim, grey world of the Greek dead! We Greeks have this all backwards!
As the roar of grinding stone filled her ears, Helen looked off into the distance towards the sound. There, on the horizon, she watched a hole open up in the dome, and a blazingly bright river of glowing gold pour out onto the plane below
"That is so lovely! I have never seen anything so beautiful," she cried as Donkor returned and walked out onto the veranda with her coffee.
"Yes, Goddess," he replied, "a batch of the newly dead has just arrived."
"I am sure they are most anxious to join the happy throng below," Helen answered.
"Of course, your majesty," Donkor said. "That is..., if they make it."
"Oh?" Helen said. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Donkor said as he pointed out to the edge of the city, "you have seen the walls that surround Duat, have you not? We don't let just anyone in here, you know."
"Strange," Helen said as her eyes spied the fortifications, "I hadn't noticed them at all, until you pointed the out to me just now." Pointing up at the Ankh, she added, "There are so many beautiful things to look at, I remain quite distracted whenever I come out here. I must say, they are not very attractive."
"No, Goddess," Donkor said, "they are not. But..., they have their purpose. Duat is very exclusive, you know."
Helen smiled. She immensely enjoyed hearing that. She was a girl who loved exclusivity. She squinted as she gazed down into Duat more closely, her curiosity now piqued. The city was huge, and formed into an enormous circle, with Anubis' palace in the center. Below; fountains of flowing beer and wine, turquois orchards of heavy laden fruit trees, and innumerable gardens were everywhere. Despite millions residing within the city walls, it was not crowded, and all living there seemed deliriously filled with joy. Such a paradise should be exclusive.
On the boundary of the city, however, she saw the unscalable walls of Duat, and now that she really studied them, she was surprised she had never really noticed them before. They were hard to miss. They stood in twelve interlocking, and increasingly large concentric circles, completely enclosing the city, and were a forbidding sight. Constructed of black iron, and rising one hundred feet in the air, they were ringed with towers and threatening razor sharp spikes lining the battlements, and seemed completely out of place compared to the paradise they enclosed. Between each encircling wall, were a host of other menacing sights, and Helen gasped when she saw them for the first time. There were rivers of fire, pits of snakes, moats of alligators and a whole host of forbidding and dangerous defense mechanisms. Storming Duat would be impossible, and, as it was paradise inside, obviously this was designed to keep the unwanted out, and not the happy inhabitants in. How different than the Greek land of the dead. No one ever tries to visit Hades before his time!
"Have the walls of Duat ever been breached before?" Helen said as she reflexively fiddled with Archimedes' key hanging from the chain around her neck. "The defenses look quite formidable, but..., surely there have been some living souls, or non-Egyptians who have snuck through."
"I do not think so, Goddess," Donkor said. "Duat is reserved only for the worthy Egyptian dead, and only if they pass through the various gates of destiny. There is no other way inside. No man has ever been born that could break in."
She grinned, as she said, "Oh, I would not be so sure about that, Donkor." She took a sip of her coffee, and held out her hand. "I would not be so sure about that at all. Properly motivated, who knows..." Her smile grew wider as she thought of poor Archimedes, desperate in the world of the living, still caged and without the key. She lifted the necklace out of her cleavage and dangled it before her face, as her grin grew even wider and she grew damp. Oh Archimedes, I bet you want to plow your meat into those living bitches in your palace so badly. But alas, it is not to be. Your balls continue to belong to me, even now in the land of the Egyptian dead! I wonder how you will try and scale these walls. It should be quite entertaining to see you outwit these Egyptians!
"Goddess, you seem amused by something," Donkor said as he watched Helen lost in thought. "It fills my heart with joy to see a smile on your face."
"Yes, but my smile shall fade if I do not get breakfast..., now!" she barked as her grin turned into a scowl. Donkor bowed, and as he turned to leave, she added, "Oh, and inform Lord Anubis that I shall meet him in the playroom this afternoon at five. If he still wishes to please me, he should not be late! You may inform him I have a new game for us to play today."
"Yes, divinity," Donkor said as he turned to scurried out of the room. "I shall inform Lord Anubis, once I check on your breakfast."
Minutes later, in the kitchens of the palace, Donkor nervously approached the God Sokaris. Second only to Anubis in the land of the Dead, the Hawk-headed God of funeral rites was always busy, and remained on hand to supervise all activities in the palace. And this of course included the kitchen.
"Donkor," Sokaris squawked, "I assume the GODDESS is awake?" His black feathers bristled and his beady bird eyes rolled in his head as he spoke. He was not a fan.
"Yes, Dread God Sokaris, God of the funerary rites, sacred keeper of the holy dead, knower of the secret rituals of embalming, bearer of the..."
"Enough!" Sokaris squawked, as he glared down at Donkor's hand and saw the scroll. "I assume that is her Majesty's request for a 'simple' breakfast. Well..., since we do not wish to keep her royal tummy waiting, let me see it." He grimaced as he saw Donkor's expression, and added, "I can assume Cream of Wheat ain't going to cut it today?"
"No, Lord Sokaris."
Sokaris snatched the scroll, unfurled it and began to read. His eyes grew wider and wider as he took in the insane, and highly detailed instructions. Three Ostrich eggs, pouched lightly in a pure gold saucepan, with gold mined only during summer, and only from the eastern slopes of the Atlas Mountains. The eggs, which should be exactly 9.2785654 ounces in weight, should have been kept on fresh snow before preparation. This snow must be brought from the Himalayan mountains on pure white alpacas, that have been bathed in the milk of..."
Sokaris lowered the scroll, and squawked, "That bitch is fucking crazy!"
*****
"Hera!" Hades barked. "All of these other issues you are discussing are fine, but, it is high time we discuss the plans for our invasion of the Egyptian Underworld! Our vengeance cannot wait. I know I plan on skull fucking that dog-headed mother fucker Anubis into a pool of tar once I get my hands around that furry canine neck of his!" His frown turned into a malicious glower of glee, as he added, "And then, the shit I am going to do to that bird-headed fuck Sokaris will turn your hair white! First I am going to pluck out every feather off of his body, and then dip him into a vinegar and salt glaze, before firing up the—"
Hera, shaking her head back and forth as Hades sharp words snapped her out of her daze, frowned as she glared down at him. "It is not time for that..., yet!"
"But Hera," Hades cried as he pointed over at the dumbfounded and shell-shocked Archimedes. "Notwithstanding the attack on our home, my honor is at stake. You know..., I owe it to Archimedes to put forth my best efforts to help him with his problem. I am a God of my word, and Anubis kidnapped Helen and has that poor boy's key in the Egyptian underworld. I promised Archimedes a well-deserved reward for helping me, and that Egyptian bastard SNAFUED the plan!"
Hera looked down at Archimedes, still staring at the blank space where just moments before Demetrius had stood, and said, "Well..., yes. That needs to be dealt with, but...," she continued as she glared back at Hades. "It was you that let that tricky bitch Helen tease this boy so relentlessly that he needed to be locked up in the first place. And then, you were so fucking slack, you allowed her to steal his key right out from under your nose!" She shook her head, and added, "None of you boys could ever control that girl."
"Who could!" Hades said as he rolled his eyes. "She has been at the center of a lot of trouble over the years, you know."
"Yes, she has," Hera said with a smirk. "And all because she has all you horny little boys worked up into such an erotic frenzy. You guys let her get away with fucking murder! Honestly, I have never seen any woman; Goddess or Mortal, use her beauty as a weapon more skillfully than Helen. Honestly, if she weren't so dangerous, she would be downright admirable."
"Yeah..., she is a fucking honey, right Hephaestus," Dionysus whispered.
"Oh definitely," Hephaestus whispered back. "She has always ranked high on my list of future fuckables! Shit, she even rivals my wife Aphrodite in beauty. The forge in my toga is getting overheated up just thinking about the jugs on that babe!"
"So," Hera continued, as she stared at Hades, "before you rush off and let your balls lead you headlong into a suicidal attack on Anubis, in some sort of testosterone fueled idiotic stunt, you need to think with something above your waistline for a change. You are nearly as bad as your brother, and my husband, Zeus. And surely you see where his thinking with his dick has gotten us."
Hades scowled, and said, "That was a low blow, Hera. A very low blow."
"Perhaps, but it was accurate. Look, our powers are fading fast, Hades, including yours. We are not nearly strong enough to take on Anubis in battle..., yet."
"Yes, but—" Hades said.
"—Plus, even if you were at full strength, you know that once in their lands, you would be weaker than the Gods of Egypt anyway. What good would it do us if you were to be captured? Hmmm? Did you think about that? I am sure if you were, old Anubis would have a carnival on your purple ass!"
"Yes, but this outrage must be avenged!" Hades yelled.
"And so it shall. But, if you hadn't had your head up your wife's ass during the attack," Hera cried. She glanced over at Persephone, and said, "Sorry Persephone," before she turned to Hades and continued, "you could have defended your home and none of this would have happened!"
"Well, but—," Hades said as he blushed. "Still, Archimedes needs—,"
"—I know what Archimedes needs," Hera said. "And what he needs most is for us to survive! He will retrieve his key, and we will ensure that he does, but we must do this MY way! If I have learned anything from this war, it is that divine testicles, macho bullshit, and idiotic braggadocio have caused enough trouble. No..., this needs to be done subtly. We Gods work best through our intervention through humans, not directly."
"But we must take the war to the enemy, soon," Hades said, "our honor demands it!"
"Of course, but first, we need to repair the damage that has been done to our own people and our temples," Hera said. "Which is a good segue to the next discussions." She glanced to her left, and seeing Circe, said, "Come on up girl, and help Archimedes with his presentation."
Circe smiled and bowed as she walked forward to the top of the temple stairs.
Hera snapped her fingers in front of the still dazed Archimedes, and said, "Archimedes, you are up..., Archimedes! Archimedes pay attention! It's your cue."
"I am sorry, divinity," Archimedes said as he swallowed and turned to look at her. "I just hope that Demetrius heard some of what I said about how the ring of Chronus works. You know, he is loose in time now, and if he were to—"
"—What will be, will be," Hera said as she sighed. "It is all in the hands of the fates now. But what the fates decry at this immediate moment, is for you to tell the other Gods our plans for rapidly rebuilding our strength." Hera turned to the crowd, and said, "It is pure genius, so be prepared to be impressed."
"Yes, of course, "Archimedes said as he stepped forward to speak again.
"And remember, boy," Hera said, "KISS!"
"Right," Archimedes replied as he winked.
"Now, mighty and powerful Divinities," Archimedes said, "as you all know, the temples are destroyed and the sacrifices have dried up, and it may take decades just to rebuild them to any semblance of working order. This is, of course, an untenable situation. It is especially dire given our circumstances concerning the war. To make matters worse, according to my calculations, just in order to rebuild all of the divine manna of all of the Gods back to the levels before the attack would require an enormous number of animal sacrifices."
"How many sacrifices," Hades said.
"A number so large, divinity, it staggers my meager mortal imagination, Great God of the Dead! There would need to be 17 billion cows, 32 billion goats, 64 billion chickens and 985 billion doves, all sacrificed in a great orgy of blood-letting just to replace the manna that was lost. This unending stream of gore and death would strip all of the remaining lands of Greece of every living animal on every surviving farm. This, in turn, would create a famine so severe it would wipe out all remaining humanity from the earth. And even still, I am certain we would remain far short of the number of animal sacrifices required for replenishment."
"Well, this is not encouraging, Archimedes," Athena said, "I certainly hope there is a plan B here!"
"No, glorious Goddess of Wisdom, it is not encouraging. And even if we assume such a monumentally epic scale of slaughter were even possible, it could be done quickly enough to be of any value. You see, an average man, slaughtering 1 goat every five minutes, would take..., hold on, let me calculate this..., now if you carry the one..., and then multiple by..."
"If this is a pep talk, Hera," Hades interrupted, "it sucks!"
"Yeah, Archimedes," Hephaestus said, "I don't mean to interrupt your presentation, and I definitely would never question your numbers, but..., how does this knowledge help us? According to you, it appears mathematically impossible for us to ever recover! If that is truly the case, I think Dionysus may have had the right idea, and we should just get our drink on and enjoy the slide into oblivion!"
"I'm in!" Dionysus said as he lifted his goblet in the air.
Hera looked down at Archimedes and said, "Archimedes, honey, not that I want to interfere again, but..., you need to get need to the good part! The Gods don't need to know so much backstory, it only confuses them." She grinned as she added, "We all assume you know how to use a slide rule, and your calculations are correct. So tell them the solution..., not the problem!"
"Of course, Divinity, I am sorry," Archimedes said as he forced an enthusiastic smile on his face. "But, there is hope! And for that, I turn to Circe."
Circe smiled as she stepped forward. "Fellow Gods and Goddesses, the answer to our problem has been right under our noses the whole time."
"Oh?" Amphrite said. "How so?"
"What sacrifices does Aphrodite take in her temple?" Circe asked.
There was tittering and giggling in the crowd, before Amphrite said, "Why, lustful male seed of course."
"Exactly!" Circe said. "And, that is certainly a renewable resource, of course."
"You can say that again, eh Uncle," Dionysus said as he poked an irritated Hades in the ribs.
"And the most powerful sacrifice of this sort, is the dribbling pre-cum of an orgasm denied man. The stronger his lust and need for release, the more potent the sacrifice."
Again there was more tittering and murmuring in the crowd. "Well, if we switch to this method for sacrifice, it certainly would help out the goat population," Pethio said. "I never liked such adorable things killed on my behalf."
"Now, Demetrius captured one of the Fire Scorpions of the Egyptians that ravaged our lands," Circe said, "and discovered that the stinger causes the victim to become uncontrollably aroused and turns him into a regular seed reactor, pumping and pumping more seed each day than most men produce in a lifetime! Back on Aphrodite's island, there are at least hundred prisoners right now being teased and milked of their pre-cum by Aphrodite's acolytes. I am sure it is being most effective in the recovery project."
"Yes!" Hera said. "A fitting punishment for the bastard POWs if I must say. Milked perpetually with no release, very fitting!" Turning to Hades, she said, "See, there is always hope, my depressing Brother-in-law!"
"It is an interesting thought," Hades said. He turned to Archimedes and said, "How much pre-cum would be required to replace our manna?"
Archimedes held up his hand, took out his abacus. His fingers flew in a blur over the beads as he started his calculations. After a few minutes, he said, "Approximately, 8 trillion, 940 billion, 787 million, 450 thousand, 206 gallons. Give or take a pint or two."
"Holy fucking Mother Gaia!" Hades exclaimed. "That amount of pre-cum would take an eternity to produce, much less milk! That is even a steeper hill to climb than the animal sacrifices! How is this the fucking solution! There is no time to consider such a thing, it's impossible!"
"Well," Hera said, "Not at all." She winked as she glanced over at the Graces and said, "Euphrosyne, I hope you don't mind, but, I think we may need to impress your little private cave sanctuary into service. I am sorry I let out your little secret, but..., this is a national emergency."
"Hera! What a stupendous idea! Yes!" Euphrosyne cried. "After all, a second in the cave is ten thousand years out here! Why, if we move the prisoners to the cave, that milk can be harvested in no time. There simple is all of the time in the world for such a gargantuan task!"
"Bingo!" Hera said as she winked and placed her finger on her nose.
"But Hera," Euphrosyne said. "There is a practical matter of..., well, who would be willing to volunteer for nearly eternal milking duty." She rubbed her wrists and said, "Ay, my wrists hurt just thinking about it."
"Ah, that is where Hephaestus comes in—" Hera said.
"—What!" Hephaestus cried. "I don't know what you are hinting at, Hera, but there is no fucking way I am going to spend three trillion years giving handjobs to a bunch of Egyptian and Babylonian soldiers!"
"Well, Hephaestus," Euphrosyne said with a smirk, "Would you rather volunteer your seed then? I am sure divine seed is even more efficacious! And I am also sure we could recruit some of your Fire Nymphs to keep you edged properly and give you a trillion-year stroke! We might have to use the shackles of Hercules though, as I am sure you will get a bit twitchy after being denied for a million years or so."
Hera stifled a giggle, as she said, "No, no, you are not listening, Hephaestus. You did not let me finish. Archimedes, this most ingenious of all men, has drawn up a blueprint for a wonderful automatic milking machine. He claims that once created, it will operate continuously, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, teasing and stroking every last drop of denied pre-cum out of the prisoners with no intervention. Then, it will collect it all safely in a giant tank to be retrieved at our discretion. Now, his design is very complex, as even the best concubine in Babylon occasionally strokes too hard and inadvertently causes an orgasm, so there will need to be some special monitoring devices installed. Frankly, it is all above me, but it will require your engineering services back on Vesuvius."
"Genius!" Hephaestus said. Turning to Archimedes, he added, "So, you think it will work? I mean, in order to only harvest pre-cum and not accidently trigger an orgasm will require quite a delicate machine."
"Well, Divinity," Archimedes said, "The..., uh..., ass fucking chair you had me build gave me the idea. You see, if we rig the sensors to pick up on the —"
"—Oh shit! Ares!" Hephaestus cried. "I forgot all about him." He laughed as he added, "Well, serves that fucker right."
"Ares?" Hera said. "I don't understand."
"It's a long story, and very funny, but Dionysus explained the mix up," Hephaestus said as he looked over at Dionysus and winked. He smirked, and added, "Let me text Talos and have him bring him immediately."
Hera said, "I am confused, what is this all about?"
Dionysus said, "Well, our little God of War is safely deposited back in the bowels of Vesuvius. In his mad quest to fuck Demetrius, by disguising himself as the human, it appears it was he that got fucked. Quite literally. In the ASS! Oh, how I am going to love giving him shit about this for centuries."
"OK, I sent Talos the text," Hephaestus said. "I am sure he will be here soon with our sore, and chastened, War God." He laughed as he added, "I am sure once Ares' ass cools down, he will be well enough soon to join in the fight."
"I won't ask," Hera glowered, "but, I do hope he arrives soon. We really do need all hands on deck, and especially from him, the God of War. But..., to the matter at hand. Do you think you will be able to construct the machines Archimedes has designed?"
"Certainly, Queen Hera," Hephaestus said. "Archimedes is my loyal follower, and we work very well together. I am quite anxious to begin."
A few minutes later, a loud clanking of bronze filled the air, and when Hephaestus looked up into the sky, and saw the form of Talos rushing towards the Acropolis from a distance, he smiled, and said, "And look, my servant has already arrived, and I am sure he has Ares with him. I can't wait to give that little fucker a hard time about his mechanical ass reaming!"
*****
When Rosalita opened the back door to receive the expected delivery, and the blistering heat of the Phoenix sun rushed inside, pouring over her cool flesh like a blast furnace, she winced. God summers in Arizona suck. Squinting as her eyes adjusted to the blazing sun, her face fell when she saw who had rung the bell. It was not the Avocado delivery she had expected.
"What in the fuck are you doing here, Bill?" Rosalita said.
"Now, just hear me out," Bill replied. "I have been calling you and calling you, and you have not returned any of my calls or texts!"
"Gee, I wonder why?" Rosalita replied as she rolled her eyes. "You don't take a fucking hint easily, do you, boy?" Her eyes narrowed as she saw his handsome and charming, but perpetually lying face, and said, "God, I must have been fucking hit in the head with a rock to have fallen for all of your bullshit all that time."
"Hey, that hurts," Bill said as he looked at her with his trademark puppy dog eyes.
Oh he was a smooth one, he was, and a real hottie. All of Rosalita's friends had been so envious when they she went out with the man they all nicknamed iron buns. They were less considerably less envious when they discovered he was the biggest fucking cheater of all times.
"But listen, I am sorry about everything," Bill said. "And..., well, I am worried about you. No one has seen you for weeks, and I think we should talk."
"I have been busy," Rosalita said as she started to close the door. "And the time for talking is over. You really should just go. I am working now, and as you can see, I am quite busy!" She started to close the door, when it stopped. Bill put his foot in the jam, and blocked her.
"Yeah, I can see that," he said as he glanced down at Rosalita's uniform. She was hot as ever, and this new uniform was most alluring and somehow made her even more scorching. Gone was the "Tico's Towering Temple of Tacos" extra tight white T-shirt and orange shorts. It had been replaced with a black and purple silk dress, extremely and delightfully short, that showed off all of Rosalita's considerable charms. The fabric of the dress looked almost iridescent in the bright sun, changing colors every time she moved.
Bill had to smile as this new uniform made his Ex look even hotter than before, and that was something, as she was already achingly beautiful. It hugged her suckable body like a glove, and her delicious cleavage, which he truly missed the most, was on full display. He cocked his head, when he noticed she was wearing a jade necklace around her neck, of some sort of..., statue?
"By the way, I love the new look!" Bill said. "I never knew Tico had such good taste."
"Thanks," Rosalita said as she started to close the door again. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to get back to work. We are very busy today."
"Yeah, that is what I was worried about. I mean, what gives with this place. I have been driving by for weeks now, and..., what the hell is Tico doing? He has changed everything!"
"Don't stalk me, Bill," Rosalita said. "It's fucking creepy. And as for Tico, well...," she said as she smirked, "He has taken on a new partner, so to speak."
"I am not stalking you, but, like I said, I am worried about you. No one in the old neighborhood has heard from you for weeks. They all say you are spending all of your time down here, and then, when I saw what was happening at the restaurant, I had to wonder." Bill shook his head, and added, "I mean, with all of the windows now tinted, no one can see in, it seems kind of shady. And the new name Tico has chosen is, well, odd to say the least."
"I like it," Rosalita said. "And, we definitely get a better clientele now," she added with a smirk.
"Yeah, but, who is this Hecate? Is this some sort of weird Wicca deal? I mean, to go from "Tico's Towering Temple of Tacos", to, "Goddess Hecate's Temple of Wisdom", seems very odd. What sort of food is sold in there?" He raised his eyebrows and added, "Or, has Tico finally decided to turn this place into a strip club. That would explain the windows, and, God knows, you would make a lot of tips," he said as he leered into her chest.
"Hecate is a..., well, let's just say she is Tico's new partner. But really Bill, I have to get back to work. I appreciate your concern, but, after all the shit that happened to us, and what you did, it had to end. I am not mad anymore, and, I really do wish you well. But..., you really have to go now."
Bill, unable to tear his eyes away from Rosalita's chest, added, "And this name tag on your uniform. What does it mean? It says you are a High Priestess now. What the fuck is that all about? I hope you are not involved in some sort of weird cult, or something."
"It's not a cult, Bill," Rosalita sighed. "Now, are we done here? I have work I have to—"
"—I just want to talk to you alone for a minute," Bill said as he reached forward and grabbed Rosalita's arm. His face grinned with his famous shit-eating smirk, as he said, "Look, let me buy you a drink. I have known your boss Tico for ages, and I know he won't care. He is a good egg. Let me buy you a drink and we can just talk. I know we can work this out."
"I don't think that is a good idea," Rosalita said.
"But hey, suppose I just want to check out the new décor," Bill said as he raised his eyebrows. "You can't stop that, I am a customer after all! And..., if it just so happens you and I chat while I am eating one of Tico's famous chalupas, well, how could he object?"
"Bill," Rosalita said, "Look, I know you are not really a bad guy, and, I do want what's best for you, despite everything you have done. So..., take my friendly advice here. Do not come inside, just turn around and go home. Really, I am telling you, as a friend, it is not a good idea for you to visit me here."
"Listen Rosalita...," Bill said, "I need to explain something that will change your mind. I don't know what your bitchy friends told you, but, you need to listen to my side of the story." He paused before adding, "You must know I had no idea that Carmelita was your sister. I admit, I was a cheating fuck in the past, but I have changed! I swear on my mother's life. If I had known she was your sister, I would never have—"
"—Carmelita? I was told it was my cousin Dinora you fucked behind my back," Rosalita glowered.
"Oh..., yeah..., well, let me rephrase this. If I had known Dinora was your—"
"—You know, Bill," Rosalita said as a creepy grin crawled across her face. "On second thought..., perhaps you should come inside. I am convinced. You are right. We do need to talk. We need to have a long, long, LONG talk!"
*****
Helen sighed as she walked into the playroom of Anubis' palace. It, like everything else, was enormous. A looming cavern-like space, the 'Hall of a Billion Pleasures' seemed to go on and on, from the arched ceiling soaring one hundred feet overhead, carved of highly polished Onyx; to the equally highly polished white floor below, constructed of pure lustrous pearl. It lived up to his moniker.
Helen giggled as the cool smooth pearl lapped at her bare feet as she strode confidently towards the far end of the room. There stood the throne she had requested from Anubis, and for once, she was pleased and had no corrections to request. It matched all of her exacting specifications perfectly.
Encrusted in rubies and sapphires, the cushion of leathered hippopotamus hide felt shockingly smooth on her drool-worthy ass as she sat down. She was still naked, but, when she spied the other objects she requested laying on a side table to her left, she grinned. Her nudity would be short lived. Her naked body was a prize that must be earned.
"That Anubis is a good boy," Helen said. "A very very good boy, but we shall just see how good a boy he will be."
On the table were the thigh high leather boots, the elbow length leather gloves and the long braided leather lash she had asked for, all waiting for her to use. Even better, laid out on the arm of her chair, was the matching black leather lingerie she desired. She held the thong panties up to her eyes and grinned as she saw they were exactly her size. Inspecting the bra, she nodded appreciatively. It too was right, even the cup size and the sold gold underwire she wanted had been provided. It was perfect!
She knew this took some effort, and she giggled as she imagined the grimace on old Sokaris' face as he had to acquire these embarrassing items. She looked down and smiled even larger as the sight of the long, smooth, red onyx cylinder came into her view. I wonder if that Bird headed Sokaris even knows what this is intended for. Well, one day he may just find out! I bet he's a big squawker
As she wriggled her ass into the leather thong, she could not help but laugh out loud. This was the first time her supple flesh had felt any covering in a very long time, and the feel of the smooth slick hippo hide teasing her pussy was delicious. In her mind, she could almost imagine it as the long dog-tongue of her new slave, Anubis, worshipping her pussy. Soon enough, she would find out whether her imagination matched reality.
Now, she pulled the boots over her long, lickable calves, the feel of the tight Hippo skin rubbing against her own, causing her to mew out a small moan of pleasure. If she could get this wet just from putting on one boot, just imagine how she will gush when the God of the Dead arrives. In short order, she put on the other boot, donned her gloves and bra, and picked up her long whip. Holding her head up straight, and keeping her back erect, she sat patiently, and regally on her throne. Anubis should be here any moment, and..., she promised him they would play. And play that certainly would..., but by her rules!
Anubis was so easy. In fact, of all of the men who had fallen under her spell, he by far had fallen the fastest and with the least effort. It must be the effect of his half canine brain. It certainly made things easier. After all, most of Helen's knowledge of how to manipulate men to her will came from lessons she learned early in life. Lesson training her old puppy Koutabi back on the fields of Sparta.
Koutabi was such an enormous and ferocious beast, and yet, with the proper application of carrots and sticks, she had the wild dog well trained in no time. Her method worked flawlessly, on four legged dogs, as well as the two legged variety, otherwise known as men. Her beauty and affection she withheld if displeased. Her nudity and love she gave as a reward. It was so easy, and Anubis was the most trainable of all her conquests.
Helen had seen the look in those puppy eyes of his at first glance, and knew he was whipped before they even began. The longing. The smoldering unquenchable lust. The sparkling, desperate eyes devouring every inch of her body; longing for any signal, any sign from her of attention or affection. Affection she could give, or withhold, on a whim. Within no time at all, she had the God eating out of her hand and now, he was virtually her toy. But tonight, he would become something else entirely. Some days were carrot days, some were stick, but tonight, it would be all stick! Helen lifted her necklace out of her leather bra, and glowered at Archimedes' key dangling from the end of the golden chain. Don't be sad, little key. Soon, you shall have a roomie!
When she heard the heavy stone doors start grinding open, she inhaled sharply, and felt her nipples harden as her eyes shot to the sound. They grew even harder when she watched Anubis enter the 'Hall of a Billion Pleasures'.
He was gorgeous; standing very tall, well over eight feet, and his body was exactly the form that stoked her insatiable libido. He was dark, ripped, and as she licked her lips, she saw he was also barely covered, and appeared seriously hung beneath his brief outfit. Her pupils opened wider as she studied him closer. Only the thinnest small white loincloth hanging from his hips blocked his growing manhood from her hungry eyes, so pretty much all of him was on display. As the bulge grew beneath the spun Egyptian cotton, the jury was in. The Egyptian God of the Dead was packing some serious meat.
As their eyes met, she recognized that look. Oh, how she had seen that look so many times before. Paris had that same longing gaze, as had her cuckolded husband, King Menelaus. Oceans of blood had been spilled over such a stare. It was the look of burning, nearly uncontrollable, out of control, delirious desire. She could feel his lusty gaze radiate out from his pupils and linger over her body. His stare burned into her like a hot sandstorm, and his loincloth grew even tighter as he devoured her with his eyes. He wanted her naked, and with his cock deeply embedded in her pussy..., and yet, somehow, her being clothed, and unavailable, and aloof made her even more desirable.
Helen crooked her eyebrow and raised her chin, as Anubis looked away. She smiled as she watched his ears go down, so like little Koutabi back in Sparta. She liked that. This would be even easier than she dared hope.
"Why are you still dressed, Anubis?" Helen bellowed. "You know what I told you."
Anubis laughed as he continued to walk forward, his ears now springing up. He stopped cold in his track when she yelled, "Anubis! Down!"
He froze. No being had ever spoken to him like this..., ever. In the pit of his spine, rage grew and yet, his balls quivered. They wanted to obey this commanding woman. Her voice; sharp and strong and her eyes, sparkling blue and cold, demanded worship and compliance.
"Now..., drop it! Drop it!"
Anubis was confused until she screamed, "Drop the loincloth, slave!"
Reluctantly, he reached into his waistband and lowered his covering to the floor. His dark cheeks flushed as his nudity was revealed. Now he was completely bare, and he growled, but obeyed. His cock; thick and hard as granite betrayed his true feelings. This was the horniest he had ever been in his eon long life. It sprung up and throbbed before him, like a flag of surrender, as he stood completely naked before her. His nudity, made all the more humiliating by the fact she remained clothed only fed his shame..., and his erection.
"Good boy!" Helen cooed. "Good! Now, on your knees. Come boy! Come to your Mistress."
Anubis again complied, crawling across the pearl floor on his hands and knees like the lowliest of his servants. His eyes bored into her as he slithered across the floor. Her flesh, her delectable body that screamed out for his tongue, was hidden from his view by the black leather. When he reached her throne, he stopped and sniffed the air. He could smell her arousal, seeping into her black leather thong. She was sopping, he could smell it. Her musky female perfume was strong and overpowering. It was intoxicating.
"You want to see me naked, don't you boy?"
"Yes, Hele—" his words were cut short by the sting of the lash on his nose.
"You call me Mistress, Dog!"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy, now, what do you want Anubis?"
"I want to see you naked."
"Have you earned that right, boy?" Helen said. "Have you been a good boy today? Have you done as I asked?"
"I have been a good boy!" Anubis said as he panted, drool dribbling out of his mouth and splashing on the floor as he inched his snout closer to the toe of her boot.
"Well..., I will be the judge of that," Helen snapped. Pointing her finger at the floor, she said, "Nose down, ass up! I need to check your goods."
Anubis snarled and gritted his teeth, but complied, feeling even more exposed as he felt his ass cheeks part as he bent over and his cold nose touched the floor. He flinched when he felt the tips of her leather clad fingers dance down his back and over his ass.
"Mmmmm, so nice and hard," Helen said, "Momma like. Now..., let me see if you have been good boy, or a bad boy," she added as she squatted down. Roughly smacking his thighs with the handle of her lash, she barked, "Wider! Wider, bad dog! I need to inspect my property. Have you been playing with yourself? Have you kept your paws off of my property like you promised?"
Anubis gulped, but said nothing. He enjoyed this game very much, and, he hated to admit it, but it made him crave her that much more, but her request had been impossible to comply with. Every minute of the day, visions of Helen floated through his addled brain, and..., his hands had wandered. He yelped when he felt her gloved hands grip his swinging testicles and squeeze hard.
"Bad dog! Very very bad dog!" Helen shrieked. "These are empty! You have spilled your seed! I told you to save that for me!" She stood back up, and turned as she started to walk towards the door at the end of the hall. "Obviously such a bad doggie like you does not wish to play today. When you are serious, you may call on me again. I shall retire to my apart—"
"—No! No Helen, please!" Anubis cried. "Please, I have waited all day! Please let me at least see you. Let me at least taste you! Please!"
"I do not reward bad behavior," she snapped as she turned and glared at him.
"It is hard, Hele—, uh, Mistress. Your beauty, it is too much. I cannot control myself!"
Helen sighed and shook her head like a disappointed mother. "Such a silly silly puppy. Well, I am not heartless. I guess I should help you, but..., you must be punished."
"Yes, Mistress, please! Anything. I just need to taste you..., Please!"
"Well, my flesh is reserved only for good puppies. Are you willing to become a good puppy?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything!"
"Good," Helen snapped as she pointed to an oaken chest in the corner of the enormous room. "Now, go get your toy. Go get it! Get it, boy."
Anubis grinned and scampered on all fours over to the box. When he reached for the lid with his hands, Helen yelled, "No, use your mouth, puppy. Only good puppies get the use of their hands."
He grimaced, and nodded, struggling to open the box with his teeth. After some struggle, he got it open and reached inside with his snout, emerging with a cockcage in his teeth.
"Good boy! Now, bring it to Mommy."
Anubis scampered back with it in his mouth, kneeling back on his haunches as Helen took it from his jaws. She grinned as she held it up before her face. It was beautiful. Constructed of carved ruby, it was an engineering marvel. It was a bit small, especially considering the God of the Dead's considerable package, but, to her delight, on the inside of the cage, diamond studs had been installed, per her instruction. This would make any erection quite painful.
She pointed at the floor again, and Anubis instantly pressed his snout to the floor and spread his legs wide. His whole package was perfectly presented to her gaze. She knelt again, and lightly blew her hot breath over his testicles. They already were blue, and quivering, as if they somehow knew their fate. She laughed. The balls knew, but his dog brain surely did not. For if he did, he would savor these last few moments of freedom. Whetting her index finger, she slowly dragged her nail down his ass crack, over his anus, and onto his hot, throbbing, dangling and quivering testicles. Taking the cage in her other hand, with some effort, she managed to stuff Anubis' prodigious cock, and throbbing balls inside, and, with a simple turn of the key. CLICK. He was locked in. In triumph, she threaded the ruby key onto her chain, and felt herself gush as it jingled against Archimedes' key.
"Good Puppy, very good Doggie," Helen cooed as she drew a circle over his twitching ass. He was pointed away from her, so could not see what she was doing, but the smell of his sweat bubbling on his skin, and the sight of him shaking slightly, and the light whimpering yelps coming out of her mouth had her flowing harder than the Nile.
"So, I assume you wish to service me now."
Anubis playfully wagged his ass like a tail, and Helen laughed.
"Well, I may be agreeable, but, first you must be punished for spilling your seed." She reached down beside her, and took out a jade dog collar and attached it to his neck. He whimpered and whined, but did not move. She then attached a chain and dragged him up from the floor, lifting his head. "OK, Puppy, let's start your training properly!"
Book 4
Hera Strikes Back
Chapter 5
Helen giggled as her eyes fluttered open and she awoke. The hot, wet tongue lapping at her toes, made her smile, and as she sat up in her bed, and looked down at her feet, she yawned. There, taking loving licks up her sole to gently wake her, was one of her many thousands of servants, Donkor. He, like his master, Anubis, the Egyptian God of the Dead, was Jackal headed. Helen had to admit that his having that long dog tongue had its advantages. He whimpered and whined as he ran sloppy kisses up to her ankle, and when Helen stretched out her foot, and wiggled her toes, she made sure to scratch behind his two upright ears. He immediately started to pant and whine even louder once she hit his magic spot.
"Such a good boy, Donkor," Helen purred. "You are such a good boy! Yes, you are..., yes you are!"
Donkor looked up from the end of the bed, and his coal-black canine face broke into a grin as his Doberman-like ears twitched and perked up. His thin lips curled back into a smile, revealing his white fangs, as his happy tongue dangled out of the side of his mouth. He was a good boy! And nothing pleased him more than praise from his Mistress.
Helen smile even wider once he stood up straight. He, like all servants in Egypt, whether in the land of the living; or here, in the land of the dead, was naked. Gloriously, and completely naked. Her eyes lazily ran down his body and she could not help but lick her lips. He was stunning, and, if not for his off-putting Jackal head, he could have easily have surpassed Paris' beauty back in Troy. He was tall and muscular; ripped and hard as Achilles, and his cock was firm and long as the boys she used to watch back in Sparta. I really must tell Persephone of this Egyptian tradition when I return to the underworld. Slaves are so much more delicious when they are unclothed.
"Now Donkor," Helen said, "go and prepare my breakfast. I wish to eat on the Veranda this morning."
Donkor nodded and said, "Oh yes, Great Goddess of the Dead, Noble Queen Persephone! I live only to serve."
"That's right," Helen said as she smirked, "I am Persephone, the Goddess of the Dead, and your Queen; and it is wise you not forget it! Now..., go fetch my breakfast. But Donkor..., today, I would like something other than cheese and beer! I am most displeased with my food and drink options here, and you know, Lord Anubis does not want—"
"Oh, Divinity," Donkor cried, "No! The Great God Anubis, hallowed be his name, does not want you displeased. He has told us all that your pleasure and complete bliss is our only command, our lives and wills devoted to nothing satisfying your every whim for all eternity. Please! Please tell us what you wish, and it shall be done."
Donkor was so completely and totally devoted; Helen had to sigh. This level of service she could get used to in a hurry. Back in Greece, even when she was the pampered kidnapped Queen in Troy, she had servants, of course, but she never had ones as devoted as this. Perhaps him being part dog is the trick here? Hmmm, that is something to ponder.
None of her "human" servants back home had ever been able to truly satisfy her, or understand her desire for utter perfection, like Donkor. Her simple girlish requests back in Greece were always fulfilled just short of the excellence her body and soul craved. When she requested a gown made of hummingbird wings, what had she gotten instead? Some gold and silken monstrosity not fit for a dung bearer to wear. She had her slaves whipped into a bloody pulp for that offense! When she asked for pearl infused wine, what did she receive instead? Some moldy vintage fit only for pigs, served in a goblet of pearls, not infused with dissolved ones! How was that request unclear? No, here in Egypt, luxury reined, and for once, she felt utterly and completely at home.
As she glanced across her simply stunning bedroom; decked out in black basalt columns carved into giant palm trees, golden glittering fountains of perfume, and a perpetual shower of lotus blossoms dropped on to her alabaster bed from dozens of servants above, she caught her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. She truly was a vision! Why should she not demand perfection? She was, after all, the most gorgeous mortal woman who ever had lived! Why, just look at that beauty in the mirror! Those long luscious legs, those gorgeous full rounded breasts. That long luxurious mane of black, lustrous hair; somehow looking even more stunning in the perpetually dim lighting of the Egyptian Underworld. Thousands of men on Earth had craved her body. Many more thousands had died in the Trojan War, killing and murdering each other in a frenzy to return her to King Menelaus. Turning over and glancing at her reflection once more, she caught sight of her ass and giggled. If my face launched a thousand ships, how many triremes should this magnificence launch? Finally, here in the Egyptian land of the dead, I can live as I should!
She sat up now on her bed, and glanced over at Donkor, now fully erect, his hungry ravenous eyes devouring her. And it appears, my beauty has not dimmed at all, I see!
"Please Mistress," Donkor begged, as his dog tongue dangled from his drooling mouth. "What do you wish to have for breakfast. I..., I only wish you true satisfaction."
"You are such a good Doggie," Helen giggled as Donkor began to throb. She pointed over to a side table, carved from a single twenty million carat diamond, and said, "It is a bit complicated, so, generous soul that I am, I wrote out my request on that parchment. I know it is sometimes hard for you to remember."
Donkor rushed to the table, lifted the scroll and began to read. As the words passed over his eyes, he felt his stomach grow queasy. This would be a heavy lift.
"Uh, I see you request eggs again this morning. Now, once they are obtained, I assume they are they are to be poached like usual?"
"Yes, Donkor, but..., lightly this time." She wrinkled her nose and frowned as she said, "Yesterday's breakfast was an excrescence. And do not forget the Hollandaise sauce this time!"
"Of course not, Mistress," he gulped as he continued to read the insanely long, and highly detailed instructions. He grimaced as he looked back up at her, and added, "This, er, might take a little time. Is there something I can get you while you wait?"
"Just some coffee," Helen sighed. "I will have it on the veranda."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Oh, and make sure you bring cream. And this time, the coffee should be from beans individually harvested by the beauties, unknown to man. There is a blue mountain in Macedonia, I believe, and on the top of this..."
Donkor took notes as Helen continued.
"...And, the cream should only be milked only from a Crimson cow, preferably one that was raised on the planes of Syria and, of course, only if it has been daily washed in the sacred wine from the Temple of Artemis. Crimson cow cream is the best, but only if it has been taken under the light of a new moon, preferably during the Solstice. Otherwise, it tends to curdle, you know. Now, I do not want to be picky, so, one day, or other, on either side of the new moon will do. Now, as to the container for the..."
"Yes, Mistress," Donkor said as he continued writing.
"...the maids performing this milking should all be unblemished and achingly beautiful, of course, as nothing ugly should ever pass my lips. Oh, and this is very important! It is imperative, that for five years prior to them milking the crimson cow, they should have sacrificed a single dove, daily to..., ...and only with a dagger that has been purified with morning dew that has been collected from blooming roses that grow on Mount Athos."
"Yes, Mistress," Donkor continued as sweat now ran down his snout. He looked up when she finished speaking, and said, "Is that all?"
Helen paused, and placed her forefinger under her chin as she stared up at the mosaic of herself that had been installed in the ceiling. Instantly distracted by the vision of her own beauty hovering over her head, she sighed when she saw that the blue topaz used to represent her eyes were slightly the wrong shade. But..., she had to admit that the rubies used for her lips were accurate.
"Mistress?" Donkor repeated, "Is that all?"
Helen shook her head as she refocused, and sneered. She glared back at her servant and stood up. "Yes. I guess that shall have to do while I wait for my PROPER, breakfast. Until then, I will waiting on the Veranda."
"Yes Mistress," Donkor said.
"Oh, and one last thing, Donkor," Helen said. "Have the other slaves prepare my bath. I shall wash after breakfast. I know it took some time to gather all of the sandalwood required, and press the twenty thousand Jasmine blossoms required for the bath oil, so I wanted to give everyone a heads up. After all, I am not unreasonable!"
Donkor grinned as he watched her incredible and perfectly round ass jiggle and sashay across the room as she headed towards the two crystal doors leading to the veranda. Drool flowed from his mouth like water at this most erotic sight, and he wiped his jowls with the back of his hand. He cleared his throat, and said, "Yes, Mistress. I will inform the God Sokaris to begin all of the preparations."
"Do not delay on that coffee, Donkor," Helen commanded, "I am thirsty."
"Yes, Goddess."
Helen nodded, and walked out onto her veranda, sighing appreciatively as she sat down on her lounge chair. It, like everything in her apartments in Anubis' palace, was extravagant in the extreme. Constructed out of a carved elephant tusk, and covered in leather made of albino alligator hide, she sighed as she felt the smooth skin caress her ass. Gator skin just feels wonderful on my naked flesh! I should never get dressed! Well, until tonight that is.
Helen yawned and stretched as she gazed out over her incredible view of Egyptian underworld. No matter how many times she peered out over the impressive landscape, it never failed to stir feelings of awe. She hated to admit, but in terms of the afterlife, the Egyptians obviously knew what they were doing; much more than her Greeks. If she ever returned home, she would have to inform Hades that he was being seriously outclassed by his Egyptian counterpart.
The Land of the Egyptian dead was enormous, an infinite plane of soft violet sand spreading out in all directions. Soaring overhead, a great cobalt blue dome, hundreds of miles in the air, enclosed the realm of the departed. Its surface was smooth, like glass, and in the center of this giant ceiling, a huge glowing gold Ankh illuminated the mind-bogglingly large chamber beneath. The Ankh was not overly bright, and the land of the dead had the appearance of perpetual twilight, or dawn, everything glowing light pink and soft purple.
Anubis' palace, like the land of the dead itself, staggered her mortal, human imagination. Located in the center of Duat, the Capital city of the kingdom of the Dead, the number of rooms in the palace could never be counted. They were more numerous than the sands of Egypt itself, and each filled with treasures and delights she could barely fathom. Anubis, she found, was a soul after Helen's own heart, and his love of luxury and excess was almost as strong as her own. Well..., almost.
Anubis provided Helen the perfect apartments inside his enormous dwelling, and located them at the very pinnacle of his pure black, marble and onyx constructed home. From her veranda, all of Duat could be observed, as well as the vast planes beyond the city of the dead. Thousands of feet below her veranda, Helen watched the giddily happy dead, cavort and play in the sapphire lined streets of the city. Everything in Duat was a cavalcade of color, and the joyous sounds of singing from the deceased rose up and teased her ears. This is so unlike the grim, grey world of the Greek dead! We Greeks have this all backwards!
As the roar of grinding stone filled her ears, Helen looked off into the distance towards the sound. There, on the horizon, she watched a hole open up in the dome, and a blazingly bright river of glowing gold pour out onto the plane below
"That is so lovely! I have never seen anything so beautiful," she cried as Donkor returned and walked out onto the veranda with her coffee.
"Yes, Goddess," he replied, "a batch of the newly dead has just arrived."
"I am sure they are most anxious to join the happy throng below," Helen answered.
"Of course, your majesty," Donkor said. "That is..., if they make it."
"Oh?" Helen said. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Donkor said as he pointed out to the edge of the city, "you have seen the walls that surround Duat, have you not? We don't let just anyone in here, you know."
"Strange," Helen said as her eyes spied the fortifications, "I hadn't noticed them at all, until you pointed the out to me just now." Pointing up at the Ankh, she added, "There are so many beautiful things to look at, I remain quite distracted whenever I come out here. I must say, they are not very attractive."
"No, Goddess," Donkor said, "they are not. But..., they have their purpose. Duat is very exclusive, you know."
Helen smiled. She immensely enjoyed hearing that. She was a girl who loved exclusivity. She squinted as she gazed down into Duat more closely, her curiosity now piqued. The city was huge, and formed into an enormous circle, with Anubis' palace in the center. Below; fountains of flowing beer and wine, turquois orchards of heavy laden fruit trees, and innumerable gardens were everywhere. Despite millions residing within the city walls, it was not crowded, and all living there seemed deliriously filled with joy. Such a paradise should be exclusive.
On the boundary of the city, however, she saw the unscalable walls of Duat, and now that she really studied them, she was surprised she had never really noticed them before. They were hard to miss. They stood in twelve interlocking, and increasingly large concentric circles, completely enclosing the city, and were a forbidding sight. Constructed of black iron, and rising one hundred feet in the air, they were ringed with towers and threatening razor sharp spikes lining the battlements, and seemed completely out of place compared to the paradise they enclosed. Between each encircling wall, were a host of other menacing sights, and Helen gasped when she saw them for the first time. There were rivers of fire, pits of snakes, moats of alligators and a whole host of forbidding and dangerous defense mechanisms. Storming Duat would be impossible, and, as it was paradise inside, obviously this was designed to keep the unwanted out, and not the happy inhabitants in. How different than the Greek land of the dead. No one ever tries to visit Hades before his time!
"Have the walls of Duat ever been breached before?" Helen said as she reflexively fiddled with Archimedes' key hanging from the chain around her neck. "The defenses look quite formidable, but..., surely there have been some living souls, or non-Egyptians who have snuck through."
"I do not think so, Goddess," Donkor said. "Duat is reserved only for the worthy Egyptian dead, and only if they pass through the various gates of destiny. There is no other way inside. No man has ever been born that could break in."
She grinned, as she said, "Oh, I would not be so sure about that, Donkor." She took a sip of her coffee, and held out her hand. "I would not be so sure about that at all. Properly motivated, who knows..." Her smile grew wider as she thought of poor Archimedes, desperate in the world of the living, still caged and without the key. She lifted the necklace out of her cleavage and dangled it before her face, as her grin grew even wider and she grew damp. Oh Archimedes, I bet you want to plow your meat into those living bitches in your palace so badly. But alas, it is not to be. Your balls continue to belong to me, even now in the land of the Egyptian dead! I wonder how you will try and scale these walls. It should be quite entertaining to see you outwit these Egyptians!
"Goddess, you seem amused by something," Donkor said as he watched Helen lost in thought. "It fills my heart with joy to see a smile on your face."
"Yes, but my smile shall fade if I do not get breakfast..., now!" she barked as her grin turned into a scowl. Donkor bowed, and as he turned to leave, she added, "Oh, and inform Lord Anubis that I shall meet him in the playroom this afternoon at five. If he still wishes to please me, he should not be late! You may inform him I have a new game for us to play today."
"Yes, divinity," Donkor said as he turned to scurried out of the room. "I shall inform Lord Anubis, once I check on your breakfast."
Minutes later, in the kitchens of the palace, Donkor nervously approached the God Sokaris. Second only to Anubis in the land of the Dead, the Hawk-headed God of funeral rites was always busy, and remained on hand to supervise all activities in the palace. And this of course included the kitchen.
"Donkor," Sokaris squawked, "I assume the GODDESS is awake?" His black feathers bristled and his beady bird eyes rolled in his head as he spoke. He was not a fan.
"Yes, Dread God Sokaris, God of the funerary rites, sacred keeper of the holy dead, knower of the secret rituals of embalming, bearer of the..."
"Enough!" Sokaris squawked, as he glared down at Donkor's hand and saw the scroll. "I assume that is her Majesty's request for a 'simple' breakfast. Well..., since we do not wish to keep her royal tummy waiting, let me see it." He grimaced as he saw Donkor's expression, and added, "I can assume Cream of Wheat ain't going to cut it today?"
"No, Lord Sokaris."
Sokaris snatched the scroll, unfurled it and began to read. His eyes grew wider and wider as he took in the insane, and highly detailed instructions. Three Ostrich eggs, pouched lightly in a pure gold saucepan, with gold mined only during summer, and only from the eastern slopes of the Atlas Mountains. The eggs, which should be exactly 9.2785654 ounces in weight, should have been kept on fresh snow before preparation. This snow must be brought from the Himalayan mountains on pure white alpacas, that have been bathed in the milk of..."
Sokaris lowered the scroll, and squawked, "That bitch is fucking crazy!"
*****
"Hera!" Hades barked. "All of these other issues you are discussing are fine, but, it is high time we discuss the plans for our invasion of the Egyptian Underworld! Our vengeance cannot wait. I know I plan on skull fucking that dog-headed mother fucker Anubis into a pool of tar once I get my hands around that furry canine neck of his!" His frown turned into a malicious glower of glee, as he added, "And then, the shit I am going to do to that bird-headed fuck Sokaris will turn your hair white! First I am going to pluck out every feather off of his body, and then dip him into a vinegar and salt glaze, before firing up the—"
Hera, shaking her head back and forth as Hades sharp words snapped her out of her daze, frowned as she glared down at him. "It is not time for that..., yet!"
"But Hera," Hades cried as he pointed over at the dumbfounded and shell-shocked Archimedes. "Notwithstanding the attack on our home, my honor is at stake. You know..., I owe it to Archimedes to put forth my best efforts to help him with his problem. I am a God of my word, and Anubis kidnapped Helen and has that poor boy's key in the Egyptian underworld. I promised Archimedes a well-deserved reward for helping me, and that Egyptian bastard SNAFUED the plan!"
Hera looked down at Archimedes, still staring at the blank space where just moments before Demetrius had stood, and said, "Well..., yes. That needs to be dealt with, but...," she continued as she glared back at Hades. "It was you that let that tricky bitch Helen tease this boy so relentlessly that he needed to be locked up in the first place. And then, you were so fucking slack, you allowed her to steal his key right out from under your nose!" She shook her head, and added, "None of you boys could ever control that girl."
"Who could!" Hades said as he rolled his eyes. "She has been at the center of a lot of trouble over the years, you know."
"Yes, she has," Hera said with a smirk. "And all because she has all you horny little boys worked up into such an erotic frenzy. You guys let her get away with fucking murder! Honestly, I have never seen any woman; Goddess or Mortal, use her beauty as a weapon more skillfully than Helen. Honestly, if she weren't so dangerous, she would be downright admirable."
"Yeah..., she is a fucking honey, right Hephaestus," Dionysus whispered.
"Oh definitely," Hephaestus whispered back. "She has always ranked high on my list of future fuckables! Shit, she even rivals my wife Aphrodite in beauty. The forge in my toga is getting overheated up just thinking about the jugs on that babe!"
"So," Hera continued, as she stared at Hades, "before you rush off and let your balls lead you headlong into a suicidal attack on Anubis, in some sort of testosterone fueled idiotic stunt, you need to think with something above your waistline for a change. You are nearly as bad as your brother, and my husband, Zeus. And surely you see where his thinking with his dick has gotten us."
Hades scowled, and said, "That was a low blow, Hera. A very low blow."
"Perhaps, but it was accurate. Look, our powers are fading fast, Hades, including yours. We are not nearly strong enough to take on Anubis in battle..., yet."
"Yes, but—" Hades said.
"—Plus, even if you were at full strength, you know that once in their lands, you would be weaker than the Gods of Egypt anyway. What good would it do us if you were to be captured? Hmmm? Did you think about that? I am sure if you were, old Anubis would have a carnival on your purple ass!"
"Yes, but this outrage must be avenged!" Hades yelled.
"And so it shall. But, if you hadn't had your head up your wife's ass during the attack," Hera cried. She glanced over at Persephone, and said, "Sorry Persephone," before she turned to Hades and continued, "you could have defended your home and none of this would have happened!"
"Well, but—," Hades said as he blushed. "Still, Archimedes needs—,"
"—I know what Archimedes needs," Hera said. "And what he needs most is for us to survive! He will retrieve his key, and we will ensure that he does, but we must do this MY way! If I have learned anything from this war, it is that divine testicles, macho bullshit, and idiotic braggadocio have caused enough trouble. No..., this needs to be done subtly. We Gods work best through our intervention through humans, not directly."
"But we must take the war to the enemy, soon," Hades said, "our honor demands it!"
"Of course, but first, we need to repair the damage that has been done to our own people and our temples," Hera said. "Which is a good segue to the next discussions." She glanced to her left, and seeing Circe, said, "Come on up girl, and help Archimedes with his presentation."
Circe smiled and bowed as she walked forward to the top of the temple stairs.
Hera snapped her fingers in front of the still dazed Archimedes, and said, "Archimedes, you are up..., Archimedes! Archimedes pay attention! It's your cue."
"I am sorry, divinity," Archimedes said as he swallowed and turned to look at her. "I just hope that Demetrius heard some of what I said about how the ring of Chronus works. You know, he is loose in time now, and if he were to—"
"—What will be, will be," Hera said as she sighed. "It is all in the hands of the fates now. But what the fates decry at this immediate moment, is for you to tell the other Gods our plans for rapidly rebuilding our strength." Hera turned to the crowd, and said, "It is pure genius, so be prepared to be impressed."
"Yes, of course, "Archimedes said as he stepped forward to speak again.
"And remember, boy," Hera said, "KISS!"
"Right," Archimedes replied as he winked.
"Now, mighty and powerful Divinities," Archimedes said, "as you all know, the temples are destroyed and the sacrifices have dried up, and it may take decades just to rebuild them to any semblance of working order. This is, of course, an untenable situation. It is especially dire given our circumstances concerning the war. To make matters worse, according to my calculations, just in order to rebuild all of the divine manna of all of the Gods back to the levels before the attack would require an enormous number of animal sacrifices."
"How many sacrifices," Hades said.
"A number so large, divinity, it staggers my meager mortal imagination, Great God of the Dead! There would need to be 17 billion cows, 32 billion goats, 64 billion chickens and 985 billion doves, all sacrificed in a great orgy of blood-letting just to replace the manna that was lost. This unending stream of gore and death would strip all of the remaining lands of Greece of every living animal on every surviving farm. This, in turn, would create a famine so severe it would wipe out all remaining humanity from the earth. And even still, I am certain we would remain far short of the number of animal sacrifices required for replenishment."
"Well, this is not encouraging, Archimedes," Athena said, "I certainly hope there is a plan B here!"
"No, glorious Goddess of Wisdom, it is not encouraging. And even if we assume such a monumentally epic scale of slaughter were even possible, it could be done quickly enough to be of any value. You see, an average man, slaughtering 1 goat every five minutes, would take..., hold on, let me calculate this..., now if you carry the one..., and then multiple by..."
"If this is a pep talk, Hera," Hades interrupted, "it sucks!"
"Yeah, Archimedes," Hephaestus said, "I don't mean to interrupt your presentation, and I definitely would never question your numbers, but..., how does this knowledge help us? According to you, it appears mathematically impossible for us to ever recover! If that is truly the case, I think Dionysus may have had the right idea, and we should just get our drink on and enjoy the slide into oblivion!"
"I'm in!" Dionysus said as he lifted his goblet in the air.
Hera looked down at Archimedes and said, "Archimedes, honey, not that I want to interfere again, but..., you need to get need to the good part! The Gods don't need to know so much backstory, it only confuses them." She grinned as she added, "We all assume you know how to use a slide rule, and your calculations are correct. So tell them the solution..., not the problem!"
"Of course, Divinity, I am sorry," Archimedes said as he forced an enthusiastic smile on his face. "But, there is hope! And for that, I turn to Circe."
Circe smiled as she stepped forward. "Fellow Gods and Goddesses, the answer to our problem has been right under our noses the whole time."
"Oh?" Amphrite said. "How so?"
"What sacrifices does Aphrodite take in her temple?" Circe asked.
There was tittering and giggling in the crowd, before Amphrite said, "Why, lustful male seed of course."
"Exactly!" Circe said. "And, that is certainly a renewable resource, of course."
"You can say that again, eh Uncle," Dionysus said as he poked an irritated Hades in the ribs.
"And the most powerful sacrifice of this sort, is the dribbling pre-cum of an orgasm denied man. The stronger his lust and need for release, the more potent the sacrifice."
Again there was more tittering and murmuring in the crowd. "Well, if we switch to this method for sacrifice, it certainly would help out the goat population," Pethio said. "I never liked such adorable things killed on my behalf."
"Now, Demetrius captured one of the Fire Scorpions of the Egyptians that ravaged our lands," Circe said, "and discovered that the stinger causes the victim to become uncontrollably aroused and turns him into a regular seed reactor, pumping and pumping more seed each day than most men produce in a lifetime! Back on Aphrodite's island, there are at least hundred prisoners right now being teased and milked of their pre-cum by Aphrodite's acolytes. I am sure it is being most effective in the recovery project."
"Yes!" Hera said. "A fitting punishment for the bastard POWs if I must say. Milked perpetually with no release, very fitting!" Turning to Hades, she said, "See, there is always hope, my depressing Brother-in-law!"
"It is an interesting thought," Hades said. He turned to Archimedes and said, "How much pre-cum would be required to replace our manna?"
Archimedes held up his hand, took out his abacus. His fingers flew in a blur over the beads as he started his calculations. After a few minutes, he said, "Approximately, 8 trillion, 940 billion, 787 million, 450 thousand, 206 gallons. Give or take a pint or two."
"Holy fucking Mother Gaia!" Hades exclaimed. "That amount of pre-cum would take an eternity to produce, much less milk! That is even a steeper hill to climb than the animal sacrifices! How is this the fucking solution! There is no time to consider such a thing, it's impossible!"
"Well," Hera said, "Not at all." She winked as she glanced over at the Graces and said, "Euphrosyne, I hope you don't mind, but, I think we may need to impress your little private cave sanctuary into service. I am sorry I let out your little secret, but..., this is a national emergency."
"Hera! What a stupendous idea! Yes!" Euphrosyne cried. "After all, a second in the cave is ten thousand years out here! Why, if we move the prisoners to the cave, that milk can be harvested in no time. There simple is all of the time in the world for such a gargantuan task!"
"Bingo!" Hera said as she winked and placed her finger on her nose.
"But Hera," Euphrosyne said. "There is a practical matter of..., well, who would be willing to volunteer for nearly eternal milking duty." She rubbed her wrists and said, "Ay, my wrists hurt just thinking about it."
"Ah, that is where Hephaestus comes in—" Hera said.
"—What!" Hephaestus cried. "I don't know what you are hinting at, Hera, but there is no fucking way I am going to spend three trillion years giving handjobs to a bunch of Egyptian and Babylonian soldiers!"
"Well, Hephaestus," Euphrosyne said with a smirk, "Would you rather volunteer your seed then? I am sure divine seed is even more efficacious! And I am also sure we could recruit some of your Fire Nymphs to keep you edged properly and give you a trillion-year stroke! We might have to use the shackles of Hercules though, as I am sure you will get a bit twitchy after being denied for a million years or so."
Hera stifled a giggle, as she said, "No, no, you are not listening, Hephaestus. You did not let me finish. Archimedes, this most ingenious of all men, has drawn up a blueprint for a wonderful automatic milking machine. He claims that once created, it will operate continuously, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, teasing and stroking every last drop of denied pre-cum out of the prisoners with no intervention. Then, it will collect it all safely in a giant tank to be retrieved at our discretion. Now, his design is very complex, as even the best concubine in Babylon occasionally strokes too hard and inadvertently causes an orgasm, so there will need to be some special monitoring devices installed. Frankly, it is all above me, but it will require your engineering services back on Vesuvius."
"Genius!" Hephaestus said. Turning to Archimedes, he added, "So, you think it will work? I mean, in order to only harvest pre-cum and not accidently trigger an orgasm will require quite a delicate machine."
"Well, Divinity," Archimedes said, "The..., uh..., ass fucking chair you had me build gave me the idea. You see, if we rig the sensors to pick up on the —"
"—Oh shit! Ares!" Hephaestus cried. "I forgot all about him." He laughed as he added, "Well, serves that fucker right."
"Ares?" Hera said. "I don't understand."
"It's a long story, and very funny, but Dionysus explained the mix up," Hephaestus said as he looked over at Dionysus and winked. He smirked, and added, "Let me text Talos and have him bring him immediately."
Hera said, "I am confused, what is this all about?"
Dionysus said, "Well, our little God of War is safely deposited back in the bowels of Vesuvius. In his mad quest to fuck Demetrius, by disguising himself as the human, it appears it was he that got fucked. Quite literally. In the ASS! Oh, how I am going to love giving him shit about this for centuries."
"OK, I sent Talos the text," Hephaestus said. "I am sure he will be here soon with our sore, and chastened, War God." He laughed as he added, "I am sure once Ares' ass cools down, he will be well enough soon to join in the fight."
"I won't ask," Hera glowered, "but, I do hope he arrives soon. We really do need all hands on deck, and especially from him, the God of War. But..., to the matter at hand. Do you think you will be able to construct the machines Archimedes has designed?"
"Certainly, Queen Hera," Hephaestus said. "Archimedes is my loyal follower, and we work very well together. I am quite anxious to begin."
A few minutes later, a loud clanking of bronze filled the air, and when Hephaestus looked up into the sky, and saw the form of Talos rushing towards the Acropolis from a distance, he smiled, and said, "And look, my servant has already arrived, and I am sure he has Ares with him. I can't wait to give that little fucker a hard time about his mechanical ass reaming!"
*****
When Rosalita opened the back door to receive the expected delivery, and the blistering heat of the Phoenix sun rushed inside, pouring over her cool flesh like a blast furnace, she winced. God summers in Arizona suck. Squinting as her eyes adjusted to the blazing sun, her face fell when she saw who had rung the bell. It was not the Avocado delivery she had expected.
"What in the fuck are you doing here, Bill?" Rosalita said.
"Now, just hear me out," Bill replied. "I have been calling you and calling you, and you have not returned any of my calls or texts!"
"Gee, I wonder why?" Rosalita replied as she rolled her eyes. "You don't take a fucking hint easily, do you, boy?" Her eyes narrowed as she saw his handsome and charming, but perpetually lying face, and said, "God, I must have been fucking hit in the head with a rock to have fallen for all of your bullshit all that time."
"Hey, that hurts," Bill said as he looked at her with his trademark puppy dog eyes.
Oh he was a smooth one, he was, and a real hottie. All of Rosalita's friends had been so envious when they she went out with the man they all nicknamed iron buns. They were less considerably less envious when they discovered he was the biggest fucking cheater of all times.
"But listen, I am sorry about everything," Bill said. "And..., well, I am worried about you. No one has seen you for weeks, and I think we should talk."
"I have been busy," Rosalita said as she started to close the door. "And the time for talking is over. You really should just go. I am working now, and as you can see, I am quite busy!" She started to close the door, when it stopped. Bill put his foot in the jam, and blocked her.
"Yeah, I can see that," he said as he glanced down at Rosalita's uniform. She was hot as ever, and this new uniform was most alluring and somehow made her even more scorching. Gone was the "Tico's Towering Temple of Tacos" extra tight white T-shirt and orange shorts. It had been replaced with a black and purple silk dress, extremely and delightfully short, that showed off all of Rosalita's considerable charms. The fabric of the dress looked almost iridescent in the bright sun, changing colors every time she moved.
Bill had to smile as this new uniform made his Ex look even hotter than before, and that was something, as she was already achingly beautiful. It hugged her suckable body like a glove, and her delicious cleavage, which he truly missed the most, was on full display. He cocked his head, when he noticed she was wearing a jade necklace around her neck, of some sort of..., statue?
"By the way, I love the new look!" Bill said. "I never knew Tico had such good taste."
"Thanks," Rosalita said as she started to close the door again. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to get back to work. We are very busy today."
"Yeah, that is what I was worried about. I mean, what gives with this place. I have been driving by for weeks now, and..., what the hell is Tico doing? He has changed everything!"
"Don't stalk me, Bill," Rosalita said. "It's fucking creepy. And as for Tico, well...," she said as she smirked, "He has taken on a new partner, so to speak."
"I am not stalking you, but, like I said, I am worried about you. No one in the old neighborhood has heard from you for weeks. They all say you are spending all of your time down here, and then, when I saw what was happening at the restaurant, I had to wonder." Bill shook his head, and added, "I mean, with all of the windows now tinted, no one can see in, it seems kind of shady. And the new name Tico has chosen is, well, odd to say the least."
"I like it," Rosalita said. "And, we definitely get a better clientele now," she added with a smirk.
"Yeah, but, who is this Hecate? Is this some sort of weird Wicca deal? I mean, to go from "Tico's Towering Temple of Tacos", to, "Goddess Hecate's Temple of Wisdom", seems very odd. What sort of food is sold in there?" He raised his eyebrows and added, "Or, has Tico finally decided to turn this place into a strip club. That would explain the windows, and, God knows, you would make a lot of tips," he said as he leered into her chest.
"Hecate is a..., well, let's just say she is Tico's new partner. But really Bill, I have to get back to work. I appreciate your concern, but, after all the shit that happened to us, and what you did, it had to end. I am not mad anymore, and, I really do wish you well. But..., you really have to go now."
Bill, unable to tear his eyes away from Rosalita's chest, added, "And this name tag on your uniform. What does it mean? It says you are a High Priestess now. What the fuck is that all about? I hope you are not involved in some sort of weird cult, or something."
"It's not a cult, Bill," Rosalita sighed. "Now, are we done here? I have work I have to—"
"—I just want to talk to you alone for a minute," Bill said as he reached forward and grabbed Rosalita's arm. His face grinned with his famous shit-eating smirk, as he said, "Look, let me buy you a drink. I have known your boss Tico for ages, and I know he won't care. He is a good egg. Let me buy you a drink and we can just talk. I know we can work this out."
"I don't think that is a good idea," Rosalita said.
"But hey, suppose I just want to check out the new décor," Bill said as he raised his eyebrows. "You can't stop that, I am a customer after all! And..., if it just so happens you and I chat while I am eating one of Tico's famous chalupas, well, how could he object?"
"Bill," Rosalita said, "Look, I know you are not really a bad guy, and, I do want what's best for you, despite everything you have done. So..., take my friendly advice here. Do not come inside, just turn around and go home. Really, I am telling you, as a friend, it is not a good idea for you to visit me here."
"Listen Rosalita...," Bill said, "I need to explain something that will change your mind. I don't know what your bitchy friends told you, but, you need to listen to my side of the story." He paused before adding, "You must know I had no idea that Carmelita was your sister. I admit, I was a cheating fuck in the past, but I have changed! I swear on my mother's life. If I had known she was your sister, I would never have—"
"—Carmelita? I was told it was my cousin Dinora you fucked behind my back," Rosalita glowered.
"Oh..., yeah..., well, let me rephrase this. If I had known Dinora was your—"
"—You know, Bill," Rosalita said as a creepy grin crawled across her face. "On second thought..., perhaps you should come inside. I am convinced. You are right. We do need to talk. We need to have a long, long, LONG talk!"
*****
Helen sighed as she walked into the playroom of Anubis' palace. It, like everything else, was enormous. A looming cavern-like space, the 'Hall of a Billion Pleasures' seemed to go on and on, from the arched ceiling soaring one hundred feet overhead, carved of highly polished Onyx; to the equally highly polished white floor below, constructed of pure lustrous pearl. It lived up to his moniker.
Helen giggled as the cool smooth pearl lapped at her bare feet as she strode confidently towards the far end of the room. There stood the throne she had requested from Anubis, and for once, she was pleased and had no corrections to request. It matched all of her exacting specifications perfectly.
Encrusted in rubies and sapphires, the cushion of leathered hippopotamus hide felt shockingly smooth on her drool-worthy ass as she sat down. She was still naked, but, when she spied the other objects she requested laying on a side table to her left, she grinned. Her nudity would be short lived. Her naked body was a prize that must be earned.
"That Anubis is a good boy," Helen said. "A very very good boy, but we shall just see how good a boy he will be."
On the table were the thigh high leather boots, the elbow length leather gloves and the long braided leather lash she had asked for, all waiting for her to use. Even better, laid out on the arm of her chair, was the matching black leather lingerie she desired. She held the thong panties up to her eyes and grinned as she saw they were exactly her size. Inspecting the bra, she nodded appreciatively. It too was right, even the cup size and the sold gold underwire she wanted had been provided. It was perfect!
She knew this took some effort, and she giggled as she imagined the grimace on old Sokaris' face as he had to acquire these embarrassing items. She looked down and smiled even larger as the sight of the long, smooth, red onyx cylinder came into her view. I wonder if that Bird headed Sokaris even knows what this is intended for. Well, one day he may just find out! I bet he's a big squawker
As she wriggled her ass into the leather thong, she could not help but laugh out loud. This was the first time her supple flesh had felt any covering in a very long time, and the feel of the smooth slick hippo hide teasing her pussy was delicious. In her mind, she could almost imagine it as the long dog-tongue of her new slave, Anubis, worshipping her pussy. Soon enough, she would find out whether her imagination matched reality.
Now, she pulled the boots over her long, lickable calves, the feel of the tight Hippo skin rubbing against her own, causing her to mew out a small moan of pleasure. If she could get this wet just from putting on one boot, just imagine how she will gush when the God of the Dead arrives. In short order, she put on the other boot, donned her gloves and bra, and picked up her long whip. Holding her head up straight, and keeping her back erect, she sat patiently, and regally on her throne. Anubis should be here any moment, and..., she promised him they would play. And play that certainly would..., but by her rules!
Anubis was so easy. In fact, of all of the men who had fallen under her spell, he by far had fallen the fastest and with the least effort. It must be the effect of his half canine brain. It certainly made things easier. After all, most of Helen's knowledge of how to manipulate men to her will came from lessons she learned early in life. Lesson training her old puppy Koutabi back on the fields of Sparta.
Koutabi was such an enormous and ferocious beast, and yet, with the proper application of carrots and sticks, she had the wild dog well trained in no time. Her method worked flawlessly, on four legged dogs, as well as the two legged variety, otherwise known as men. Her beauty and affection she withheld if displeased. Her nudity and love she gave as a reward. It was so easy, and Anubis was the most trainable of all her conquests.
Helen had seen the look in those puppy eyes of his at first glance, and knew he was whipped before they even began. The longing. The smoldering unquenchable lust. The sparkling, desperate eyes devouring every inch of her body; longing for any signal, any sign from her of attention or affection. Affection she could give, or withhold, on a whim. Within no time at all, she had the God eating out of her hand and now, he was virtually her toy. But tonight, he would become something else entirely. Some days were carrot days, some were stick, but tonight, it would be all stick! Helen lifted her necklace out of her leather bra, and glowered at Archimedes' key dangling from the end of the golden chain. Don't be sad, little key. Soon, you shall have a roomie!
When she heard the heavy stone doors start grinding open, she inhaled sharply, and felt her nipples harden as her eyes shot to the sound. They grew even harder when she watched Anubis enter the 'Hall of a Billion Pleasures'.
He was gorgeous; standing very tall, well over eight feet, and his body was exactly the form that stoked her insatiable libido. He was dark, ripped, and as she licked her lips, she saw he was also barely covered, and appeared seriously hung beneath his brief outfit. Her pupils opened wider as she studied him closer. Only the thinnest small white loincloth hanging from his hips blocked his growing manhood from her hungry eyes, so pretty much all of him was on display. As the bulge grew beneath the spun Egyptian cotton, the jury was in. The Egyptian God of the Dead was packing some serious meat.
As their eyes met, she recognized that look. Oh, how she had seen that look so many times before. Paris had that same longing gaze, as had her cuckolded husband, King Menelaus. Oceans of blood had been spilled over such a stare. It was the look of burning, nearly uncontrollable, out of control, delirious desire. She could feel his lusty gaze radiate out from his pupils and linger over her body. His stare burned into her like a hot sandstorm, and his loincloth grew even tighter as he devoured her with his eyes. He wanted her naked, and with his cock deeply embedded in her pussy..., and yet, somehow, her being clothed, and unavailable, and aloof made her even more desirable.
Helen crooked her eyebrow and raised her chin, as Anubis looked away. She smiled as she watched his ears go down, so like little Koutabi back in Sparta. She liked that. This would be even easier than she dared hope.
"Why are you still dressed, Anubis?" Helen bellowed. "You know what I told you."
Anubis laughed as he continued to walk forward, his ears now springing up. He stopped cold in his track when she yelled, "Anubis! Down!"
He froze. No being had ever spoken to him like this..., ever. In the pit of his spine, rage grew and yet, his balls quivered. They wanted to obey this commanding woman. Her voice; sharp and strong and her eyes, sparkling blue and cold, demanded worship and compliance.
"Now..., drop it! Drop it!"
Anubis was confused until she screamed, "Drop the loincloth, slave!"
Reluctantly, he reached into his waistband and lowered his covering to the floor. His dark cheeks flushed as his nudity was revealed. Now he was completely bare, and he growled, but obeyed. His cock; thick and hard as granite betrayed his true feelings. This was the horniest he had ever been in his eon long life. It sprung up and throbbed before him, like a flag of surrender, as he stood completely naked before her. His nudity, made all the more humiliating by the fact she remained clothed only fed his shame..., and his erection.
"Good boy!" Helen cooed. "Good! Now, on your knees. Come boy! Come to your Mistress."
Anubis again complied, crawling across the pearl floor on his hands and knees like the lowliest of his servants. His eyes bored into her as he slithered across the floor. Her flesh, her delectable body that screamed out for his tongue, was hidden from his view by the black leather. When he reached her throne, he stopped and sniffed the air. He could smell her arousal, seeping into her black leather thong. She was sopping, he could smell it. Her musky female perfume was strong and overpowering. It was intoxicating.
"You want to see me naked, don't you boy?"
"Yes, Hele—" his words were cut short by the sting of the lash on his nose.
"You call me Mistress, Dog!"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy, now, what do you want Anubis?"
"I want to see you naked."
"Have you earned that right, boy?" Helen said. "Have you been a good boy today? Have you done as I asked?"
"I have been a good boy!" Anubis said as he panted, drool dribbling out of his mouth and splashing on the floor as he inched his snout closer to the toe of her boot.
"Well..., I will be the judge of that," Helen snapped. Pointing her finger at the floor, she said, "Nose down, ass up! I need to check your goods."
Anubis snarled and gritted his teeth, but complied, feeling even more exposed as he felt his ass cheeks part as he bent over and his cold nose touched the floor. He flinched when he felt the tips of her leather clad fingers dance down his back and over his ass.
"Mmmmm, so nice and hard," Helen said, "Momma like. Now..., let me see if you have been good boy, or a bad boy," she added as she squatted down. Roughly smacking his thighs with the handle of her lash, she barked, "Wider! Wider, bad dog! I need to inspect my property. Have you been playing with yourself? Have you kept your paws off of my property like you promised?"
Anubis gulped, but said nothing. He enjoyed this game very much, and, he hated to admit it, but it made him crave her that much more, but her request had been impossible to comply with. Every minute of the day, visions of Helen floated through his addled brain, and..., his hands had wandered. He yelped when he felt her gloved hands grip his swinging testicles and squeeze hard.
"Bad dog! Very very bad dog!" Helen shrieked. "These are empty! You have spilled your seed! I told you to save that for me!" She stood back up, and turned as she started to walk towards the door at the end of the hall. "Obviously such a bad doggie like you does not wish to play today. When you are serious, you may call on me again. I shall retire to my apart—"
"—No! No Helen, please!" Anubis cried. "Please, I have waited all day! Please let me at least see you. Let me at least taste you! Please!"
"I do not reward bad behavior," she snapped as she turned and glared at him.
"It is hard, Hele—, uh, Mistress. Your beauty, it is too much. I cannot control myself!"
Helen sighed and shook her head like a disappointed mother. "Such a silly silly puppy. Well, I am not heartless. I guess I should help you, but..., you must be punished."
"Yes, Mistress, please! Anything. I just need to taste you..., Please!"
"Well, my flesh is reserved only for good puppies. Are you willing to become a good puppy?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything!"
"Good," Helen snapped as she pointed to an oaken chest in the corner of the enormous room. "Now, go get your toy. Go get it! Get it, boy."
Anubis grinned and scampered on all fours over to the box. When he reached for the lid with his hands, Helen yelled, "No, use your mouth, puppy. Only good puppies get the use of their hands."
He grimaced, and nodded, struggling to open the box with his teeth. After some struggle, he got it open and reached inside with his snout, emerging with a cockcage in his teeth.
"Good boy! Now, bring it to Mommy."
Anubis scampered back with it in his mouth, kneeling back on his haunches as Helen took it from his jaws. She grinned as she held it up before her face. It was beautiful. Constructed of carved ruby, it was an engineering marvel. It was a bit small, especially considering the God of the Dead's considerable package, but, to her delight, on the inside of the cage, diamond studs had been installed, per her instruction. This would make any erection quite painful.
She pointed at the floor again, and Anubis instantly pressed his snout to the floor and spread his legs wide. His whole package was perfectly presented to her gaze. She knelt again, and lightly blew her hot breath over his testicles. They already were blue, and quivering, as if they somehow knew their fate. She laughed. The balls knew, but his dog brain surely did not. For if he did, he would savor these last few moments of freedom. Whetting her index finger, she slowly dragged her nail down his ass crack, over his anus, and onto his hot, throbbing, dangling and quivering testicles. Taking the cage in her other hand, with some effort, she managed to stuff Anubis' prodigious cock, and throbbing balls inside, and, with a simple turn of the key. CLICK. He was locked in. In triumph, she threaded the ruby key onto her chain, and felt herself gush as it jingled against Archimedes' key.
"Good Puppy, very good Doggie," Helen cooed as she drew a circle over his twitching ass. He was pointed away from her, so could not see what she was doing, but the smell of his sweat bubbling on his skin, and the sight of him shaking slightly, and the light whimpering yelps coming out of her mouth had her flowing harder than the Nile.
"So, I assume you wish to service me now."
Anubis playfully wagged his ass like a tail, and Helen laughed.
"Well, I may be agreeable, but, first you must be punished for spilling your seed." She reached down beside her, and took out a jade dog collar and attached it to his neck. He whimpered and whined, but did not move. She then attached a chain and dragged him up from the floor, lifting his head. "OK, Puppy, let's start your training properly!"