"Loki, you stupid fucker, this is not going to work!" Thor shouted as he struggled to wriggle his wrists free from the stocks around his neck. "I can't just waltz into that city with my dick hanging out. At least let me cover myself."

Loki, looking as ravishing as the most beautiful woman on earth in his clever disguise, laughed as he yanked on Thor's chain and dragged him forward. With his cool blue eyes sparkling, he lowered his gaze down Thor's naked body, to his impressive erection, and smirked. "Well, Thor, I don't think you are hanging as much as you are bobbing."

Reaching down and gripping Thor's black balls, still sealed up by Aphrodite's curse, he hissed, "But, I take it by your reaction, you approve of the form I have assumed." As he pulled Thor's cock down perpendicular to the ground, and then watched it spring back up and smack Thor's rippled eight pack, Loki laughed. "Yes, it certainly gives a "girl" confidence."

"But, Loki--," Thor said.

"--Remember, Thor, that's LORD Loki to you now. If you want my help, you are going to have to play by my rules."

"OK, LORD Loki, but, you gotta give me a break here," Thor said. As his face turned pink and he shifted his eyes back and forth, he said, "This is too humiliating. At least let me put my hands down. You can still have me— "

"—Oh no," Loki exclaimed. "I told you the deal. The women of that city aren't going to let any man inside the gate unless he has been stripped and restrained. I told you what happened to that soldier who tried to enter."

"Yes, but..."

"And remember too, I saw a bunch of ships in the harbor when I flew over the city in Eagle form. I am sure we can work our way on to one, and then make our way to Athens. After all, you only have three months to get there in order to meet Grid's timetable." Suppressing a laugh, Loki added, "And from what she told me when I took her home, Man, I wouldn't count on her relaxing ANY of her demands. You really screwed the pooch with that honey." His laughter bursting out, he added, "Boy, it sure sucks to be you..., so unless you want to walk to Athens, just man up, shove that big meat out with pride and follow my lead."

"I will have your ass for this--," Thor grumbled.

"--What was that fucker?" Loki said with a grin as he yanked the chain and they started walking through the snow. "Did you say something? Hmmm?"

"Nothing, Loki..."

"Lord Loki to you..., dumbass!" Loki laughed. Glancing over his shoulder, Loki winked as he swiveled his hips and saw Thor grow harder. "Plus, it is quite obvious you love my new ass. I have to admit, it is perfect. I would do me," he added with a snort.

After an hour of trudging through the snow, the sharp smell of the sea, and the warm winds blowing off of the Mediterranean greeted them as the walls of Massalia came into focus. It was quite the sight. Both beautiful, with its towering stone walls and beautiful temples visible against the backdrop of the crystal sea; but also terrible. Piles of rotting corpses lay strewn on the plain before the gates, the scars of the attack by the Egyptians still festering fresh on the land like an open wound.

"Halt!" a strong feminine voice rang out from the battlements as they approached the gates. "Come no closer or you shall feel my arrow in your throat."

"Mercy!" Loki cried. "Mercy for a pitiful woman. We only seek shelter and come in peace. My palace was destroyed in the war and all of my servants lie dead, killed in the battle against those Egyptian barbarians. All but this worthless, mute slave. He is all I have left."

"Mute?" Thor whispered under his breath.

"Just go with it. I have a plan," Loki whispered back.

As the female guard peered down at the two strangers at the gate, she smiled. The strange woman's slave was quite the specimen. Gloriously naked, she felt her loincloth grow damp as her eyes lingered and feasted on his body. Rippled and cut, his most alluring feature was the throbbing purple meat bobbing in front of him. Glancing over at the woman, the guard was equally stunned by her appearance. Tall, gorgeous and with a mane of flowing red hair, crackling like fire, she looked like a Goddess. How could she leave this woman, and her delicious slave, out in the cold? Plus, it would be nice to get a look at that slave up close. Licking her lips, she called down, "Is that slave locked? We will not allow any man inside our gates if he is not restrained!"

"Oh yes," Loki cried. "He is locked, see..." she said as she dragged Thor forward by his chain. "I know of your rules." Whispering to Thor, Loki said, "Show her you cannot lower your hands, Thor."

As Thor struggled to drop his hands, the guard smirked as his jerking motion caused his two overripe plums to sway in the wind. Narrowing her eyes, she pondered, Holy Aphrodite; those balls. They are enormous, and so full!

"Alright, you may enter. But keep that slave under control. We have to be careful. After all, our menfolk are dead," the guard called out. After a minute, the sound of grinding metal shattered the air as the gates opened.

"Oh, you are so kind," Loki said as she yanked Thor forward and the two entered the city. As they strode beneath the sharp iron spikes of the portcullis, both inhaled sharply as the full city came into view. It was astounding. To their left rose the impressive royal palace, glittering like fresh snow in the early morning light, its pristine marble façade catching the dawn. To their right, Loki suppressed a giggle as his eyes beheld an enormous statue of Aphrodite. It was magnificent, her full womanly curves exquisitely rendered in gold.

"Well looky here, Thor," Loki whispered. "It's your girlfriend..., and she is reaching out her arms to greet you. Isn't that thoughtful?" Cocking his head as he studied the full suckable golden tits in the sky, he added, "Man, I can't believe you fucked that deal up. You are one stupid fucker."

Thor grunted as he gazed up at the statue, the memory of his long ordeal trapped between the legs of the Goddess both arousing him further, but also pissing him off. With his eyes flashing red, he snapped, "That damned bitch! She did this to --."

"—Now, now!" Loki whispered back. "Remember, you are mute." With his eyes glistening in mischief, Loki raised his hand and slowly closed his fingers.

Instantly, Thor felt his tongue grow thick, and as he opened his mouth to protest, nothing but a whimpering grunt emerged from his lips.

"There, much better," Loki said with a laugh. Smacking Thor on his naked ass, he added, "It will be much easier to keep our story straight if you speak less."

"Welcome, to Massallia, noble lady," the guard asked as she glanced over Loki's attire. From the full, purple silk gown, and the array of jewels on her neck, it was evident that this visitor was high born.

"Thank you, guard," Loki replied, his panties growing wet as he glanced over the soldier. She was a beauty, long dark hair, full womanly figure, and somehow it was all made more alluring by her ill-fitting armor and weaponry. Oh what I would not give to plow into this morsel, Loki thought.

"What is your name, Noble lady?" the soldier said. "Can you tell us of the battle in your home? We have little information of what is happening in the world."

"Oh, yes, of course," Loki said. "My name is Lokiii, ah, Lokianna, right. My name is the Lokianna, and," he paused as he glanced back at the statue. "I..., I am the High Priestess of Aphrodite in Athens. Yes. Oh..., it is terrible what has happened in the world with the war. So much death, so much destruction. Finding this city undestroyed is a glorious omen. I simply must return to the temple in Athens to offer a unique sacrifice to appease the Goddess. It is only through her will and grace that we can hope to survive."

"High Priestess of Aphrodite!" the guard cried. With a bow, she added, "Oh this is such an honor. Acolyte Petrakia will be so pleased. She is the only one of the temple staff left."

"Oh?" Loki said. "How many are in this city?"

"Only twelve. This, my Lady Lokianna, is why we have to take such precautions. So many have been killed, so many--"

"--Please, call me Loki for short," Loki said. "So..., only twelve. And this Petrakia, she--,"

"--She is an acolyte in the Temple of the great Goddess Aphrodite. She had hoped to appeal to the Goddess for assistance, but, she is only a neophyte. She is not learned in the ways of the temple. "

"Yes..., well now," Loki replied, "This is your lucky day."

"She will be pleased," the soldier said. "And..., Loki, uh, who might I ask is your servant? If you do not mind me saying so, he is magnificent."

"Oh, him?" Loki replied as he rolled his eyes. "I don't mind at all. He does have a certain appeal, I must admit, but he is but a...., well now, where are my manners. Thor! Greet the guard properly."

"Thor? You mean the Norse God of thunder? You named your slave Thor? Wow, that is an odd name for a priestess of Aphrodite to use for her slave."

"Oh, it is quite appropriate," Loki said with a wink. "Now, Thor, on your knees! Your superior demands respect."

Thor, his eyes blazing with hate, knelt down and then looked up at Loki. His face was a mix of confusion and anger, but the anger boiled over when Loki said, "Kiss her feet, Thor. Kiss the feet of your superior."

Continuing as she spoke to the soldier, Loki said, "You see, this one, alas, is the only one of my slaves to survive. I named him Thor as a joke, because, as you can see, he is not too bright."

Thor, slowly bending down to kiss the soldiers barefoot, felt his blood boil in his veins. This was so humiliating, and as he spied his cock between his legs, now twitching and jerking, aroused by his actions, shame was added to the mix. He flinched when he felt Loki's foot step on the back of his neck and force his face onto the top of the soldier's foot.

"I am constantly having to correct him," Loki sighed.

The soldier smiled. The warm kiss of Thor's lips on her foot, coupled with the sight of this gorgeous naked man kneeling before her, had her flowing like a storm-ravaged river in spring.

"And the other one," Loki sighed as Thor started to stand up. Kneeling again, Thor kissed the soldier's other foot.

"Oh, Lady Loki," the soldier said as her nipples hardened beneath her armor. "Your slave is quite..., uh, talented..."

"Oh? You think?" Loki said. "Frankly, I think he is a dud. Yet another reason I named him Thor. He, like that Norse Doofus namesake of his, is a total washout with women. I had so hoped to keep him as a body slave, but, with the war and all, I am afraid the Goddess demands sacrifice." Grinning as he ran his foot between Thor's legs, Loki playfully jangled Thor's balls with her toes and added, "Aphrodite demands his balls as a sacrifice. But only after they have been filled to capacity." With a wink, he added, "Hence the reason I keep his hands chained to his neck. This stupid, stupid boy would surely wank out all of his manjuice if I let him have free access to my property."

"Oh my," the soldier gasped as she unconsciously ran her hands up her thigh. "So he never gets any relief?"

"Nope," Loki said with a smile. Patting Thor's balls with her toe again, she added, "All locked up in storage."

The soldier gushed again. The thought of this gorgeous naked slave, and all of that bottled up cum, just begging for release, being castrated for the Goddess of Love made her grow even wetter.

"Soldier, who is at the, Oh great Goddess, who is this?" Petrakia cried as she rushed forward to see who had entered the gates. Seeing the erotic sight of Thor, naked and kissing the foot of the soldier, she grew curious, and instantly..., wet.

"Oh, Petrakia," the soldier said, "This is a miracle. This is the High Priestess Lokianna--."

"—Loki, remember. Loki for short."

"Right..., High Priestess Loki, and her slave..., uh...," the soldier paused as a fresh wave of lust ran up her spine. She yanked her foot from Thor's mouth and said, "Her slave, Thor."

"High Priestess!" Petrakia cried as she turned to Loki. "To which Goddess, Lady?"

Loki pointed at the gargantuan statue of Aphrodite and said, "Why, the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, of course. Who else?"

"Oh what a beautiful day this is," Petrakia said. "Maybe you can help with our ceremony. We had hoped to appeal to the Goddess for help in this emergency."

"Yes, I have heard," Loki said. "And about that..., I have many ideas for a proper rite. Many. But, first things first." Pointing down to the harbor and one of the ships, he said, "I will need to commandeer one of your triremes for the trip to Athens."

"Oh, yes," Petrakia said, "We have plenty of ships, but, sadly, we have no sails. And without the sails the ships will all require rowers, so alas, with only twelve of us, they are useless. These ships are enormous. Each need at least fifty strong galley slaves to operate, and even if we had the rowers; it would take six months to arrive at Athens. I am sorry I could not be of more help."

"So, this is why you have stayed then?"

"Oh yes! We would have fled already, but there is no way out."

"I see...," Loki replied. With a broad smile on her face, he added, "Well, Acolyte, now I am definitely sure this is your lucky day."

"Oh?"

"Yes, my slave," Loki continued as he turned towards Thor, "can easily accommodate." Frowning, Loki pointed at the ground and said, "Thor, show your respect to Petrakia. Don't make me remind you again."

With an angry grunt, Thor crawled across the ground on his knees and lowered his lips to Petrakia's foot. She shivered and let out a tiny mew as his tongue snaked over her pinky toe.

"Yes..., as I was saying..., Thor," Loki continued, "may be dumb as a marble post, but, he is very strong. He can easily row such a ship singlehandedly. Why, with the proper motivation, I am sure we could arrive in Athens in less than a week's time."

"Astounding..., uh, oh great Goddess that..., uh...," Petrakia replied with a stifled moan as Thor suckled her toe. "We...," she continued as she jerked her foot out of Thor's mouth. "We thought all was lost. So, you will take—"

"Take you with us?" Loki said. "Of course!" Winking he added, "In fact, I wouldn't dream of making the trip without the survivors of this great city." Closing his eyes, he added, "The Great Goddess, Aphrodite, will be most pleased."

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Petrakia squealed as the soldier also hugged Loki in gratitude.

"In fact, we shall leave tomorrow," Loki added. "But tonight, we shall celebrate our good fortune with a special ceremony to Aphrodite. Having twelve acolytes, we may just have enough for the ceremony."

"Twelve? What ceremony?"

"Let me ask you something," Loki said. "Are they all as," he continued as he licked his lips, "Well, there is no polite way of asking this. Are they all as lovely as you two?"

Blushing, Petrakia, and the soldier exchanged glances, before Petrakia said, "Well, High Priestess, if you are asking whether we are all maidens, then yes. The others were killed in the battle, and the older women were dragged off to Zeus knows where. We, as neophytes to Aphrodite, hid in the temple. We were the only ones left behind to—"

"Perfect!" Loki cried. "That is just the number we need." Pointing to the palace, he added, "I assume the palace has a bath?"

"Oh yes, it is quite lovely. But..."

"No questions. The cleansing rite is central to the ritual. Now, go to the palace and prepare the bath." Licking his lips, he added, "Yes, our bodies will need to be quite clean for the Sappho Ceremony of Sacredness."

"Sappho Ceremony of Sacredness?" Petrakia asked. "I am afraid I am not familiar with that one."

"Oh?" Loki answered as he crooked up his eyebrow. "I am sorry. I forgot you are a neophyte. Well, this ritual is the perfect to bless our journey. Now, go and gather up all of the others, and as much wine as you can find."

"Wine?"

"Yes, wine, and lots of it. Sometimes the Sappho Ceremony needs a little extra..., Uh, well, let's say, liquid encouragement to get the party going. Some girls are shy at first. The rite can be quite stimulating."

"Oh, I see. I thought only the priests of Artemis engaged in, well, you know...," Petrakia said with a blush.

"Oh my child," Loki answered. "You will find that serving Aphrodite requires a very open mind. And," he added with another wink, "if there is enough wine, who knows just how open your mind will become."

Petrakia and the soldier exchanged another glance and blushed once more, as they looked down at the ground. The soldier then pointed at Thor and said, "Uh, Priestess Loki, what about him? Is he...," she said as she paused and blushed even redder, "part of the ceremony?"

Loki grinned widely as he glanced over at Thor. "Oh, most certainly. He, of course, cannot fully participate, but, I am sure he will help get the uh, juices flowing a bit, for some of the more bashful among you."

The grins on Petrakia and the soldier's faces told Loki all he needed to know. They agreed. "So, uh, where are the baths? That is the first part of the ceremony and—"

"—They are in the Palace," Petrakia said. "We shall go and gather the others and meet you there."

"Wonderful," Loki answered as his nipples hardened and he grew wetter watching the gorgeous asses of the two scamper away.

Loki turned to Thor, and after waving his hand, Thor's speech returned.

"You may thank me for this later," Loki said.

"Sappho Ceremony of Sacredness?" Thor grunted as he wriggled his jaw from side to side. "What is your game here, Loki? Are you just coming up with some new way to humiliate me? I swear to the Great Lord Chaos I will..." Thor stopped in mid sentence as he saw Loki raise his hands.

"Oh, I am sure I will, but, first I am going to thoroughly enjoy the Lesbo experience. You know, in all of my eons of shapeshifting, it never occurred to me to change into a beautiful woman. I cannot imagine what having my muff fluffed by twelve horny acolytes to Aphrodite is going to be like. I fully intend on taking full advantage of this delicious opportunity."

"OK, Loki—" Thor started, before saying, "I mean, Lord Loki, but my balls are killing me, and you know I can't spew. Have a little mercy here. I swear, if you don't—"

"That's enough talking," Loki said as he clasped his hand closed and Thor again was struck dumb. As he playfully ran his fingers down Thor's chest, and then over his cock, Loki hissed, "Who knows Thor, if you play your hand right, I might even let you be the first cock that enters my new pussy."

Thor, his eyes now big as saucers, flinched as he stepped back.

Loki grabbed the chain around Thor's neck and pulled him forward as they began walking towards the palace. Each step Loki took caused his pussy to drip faster as future images of the evening ahead flitted through his mind.

*****

Helen's eyes flickered as the hot wind hit her face. Opening her eyes, she squinted in the blazing sun and when she looked down, her stomach immediately dropped.

"Where in the fuck am I?" she cried. Thousands of feet beneath her, the earth rushed by at an inhuman speed. As she caught sight of her stomach, and saw the hands of Osiris gripping her stomach, she gulped. "It was not a dream! This is really happening! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh..."

"Hey," Sokaris crowed, his long black beak cracking into a malicious grin as he flew beside them. "Your conquest appears to be waking up."

"It was about damn time," Osiris barked. "She has been asleep for hours. I thought she was going to doze all the way back to the Underworld."

"I guess your divine majesty is just too much for her to handle," Sokaris cackled.

"Well, she put up quite the struggle," Osiris answered. "But oddly, she never used magic. I know if I had been in her position, as a God, I would have at least thrown a thunderbolt or two."
"Where are you taking me, fucker!" Helen screamed. "I demand to be returned to the Underworld at once. Hades will have your ass for this!"

"Oh, I don't think so, my sweet," Osiris answered. "You know, your husband, to be the so-called King of the Dead, sure left his Kingdom poorly defended. By the great Lords of Chaos; a mangy dog and some sort of Skeletal doorkeeper, and that was it? If I had known that was all the security he had, I would have invaded eons ago."

"Well, he will return, and when he does, you..., you will be wearing your ass for a hat!" Helen snapped as she struggled in his grip.

Osiris, licking his lips with his long canine tongue, lifted his hand up to his face and glanced at the gorgeous prize wriggling in his palm. She was beautiful. In fact, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Long black hair, skin smooth and pale as porcelain, he did not see many like her in Egypt. Sure, Egyptian women were known for their beauty, but there was something about the fiery disposition in this one that especially excited him. The fact she struggled so much in his grip and glowered at him with such hate, his dog boner was up and ready to bark.

Helen, grabbing Osiris' forearm with her hands, threw herself forward and bit down hard.

"Ouch, Bitch! Watch it!" Osiris shrieked as the pain shot up his arm. "Do you really want me to drop you from this height? After all, it might—"

'—Might what? Kill me?" Helen laughed. "I am already dead, fucker; so, I got nothing to lose. Now, unless you want me to keep biting your arm; you will just turn around, and with your little falcon-headed freak buddy here, you will fly me home!"

"She sure is a feisty, bitch, isn't she?" Sokaris said. As he watched the beautiful naked shade writhe in Osiris' grip and prepare to bite him again, he added, "Are you sure she is worth all this trouble? I mean, look, you already wrecked the Greek Underworld, perhaps we should just declare victory and put her down. Kidnapping Hades wife might be too much."

"His wife?" Helen exclaimed. "But I am not...," she started to say before she went silent, her mind stewing as she realized she would have to wait for an opportunity to escape later. Looking down again at the ground, she gazed out to the horizon and felt her mouth go dry. It was bleak. Nothing but brown for as far as her eye could see, an ocean of sand spreading out to eternity. If she were to escape, here, where in the hell would she go? Finally, after an hour of silence traveling in Osiris' hand, she was relieved when she spied a ribbon of blue in the distance. As they flew closer, she noticed the ribbon was ringed by green. Here was the sole line of life in the midst of this ocean of death, and perhaps, a way out.

"What is that, Lord...Osiris?" Helen asked as she shifted in the God's grip. "I, I, perhaps I was hasty in my judgement earlier. Maybe we can work something out."

"Oh, we are going to work something out, Queen Persephone," Osiris said, "And then some. Yes..., I will have you. You will be MY Queen of the Underworld. The fates have commanded it."

Helen swallowed hard as she looked down again, and, for the first time, realized she was naked. Reflexively covering her breasts with her arm, she reached up to her throat and felt Archimedes' key, still hanging around her neck. Closing her eyes, she prayed. Oh Archimedes, if you can hear me, please..., please rescue me. This cannot be my fate. I cannot be destined to be a fuck-toy for a dog-headed monster.

As Osiris felt Helen shiver in his grip, he beaded his eyes and stared out toward the horizon. In his gut, he felt a pain. A pain of regret? Perhaps. But, he had no time for regret. After seeing this vision, more lovely than any woman he had ever seen, he knew what he must do. He would have her, but not by force. It would be by her own free will. For this vision to willingly hand over her booty to him would make his vengeance over Hades so much sweeter.

"Persephone," Osiris said, "As I said, I will have you, but I will not take you. You will come to me freely of your own choice." Feeling her body relax, he pointed across the Nile and said, "But there will be time enough for all of that. In fact, all of the time in the world, for behold, your new home approaches."

Helen popped open her eyes and stared west across the river. Her pupils widened as she saw a splotch of dark sand in the distance, looking like a lake of tar pooled in the endless vista of sand. As they flew closer, she watched the lake bubble and swirl, like a pot of porridge ready to boil over. The swirling intensified as they hovered above the lake, and a hole opened up in the tar. This was the portal to someplace, but where. She shuddered as her thoughts grew dark at the possibilities. Finally, Helen's fears broke the banks and she had to speak.

"Wh-what in the fuck is that?" Helen cried.

"That, my dear, is the TRUE Underworld, the land of the Egyptian Dead, and my Kingdom. You, sweet Queen of the dead, are about to get a major upgrade in your new home."

Helen said nothing as she, Osiris and Sokaris dove into the void.

***** "Holy fuck!" Loki cried as he led Thor into the green and white marble spa in the palace, "Get a load of this place!" All around them fresh bubbling hot springs fed an enormous pool, the soothing gurgles of the bubbles instantly relaxing them both. Above their heads, a brilliantly colored frescoed ceiling arched a hundred feet in the air, the surface painted to resemble the canopy of night. It was dazzling, thousands of gold stars painted onto an azure background. At the far end of the pool, a bronze sculpture of Aphrodite stood watch as warm scented oils fountained into the waters from her nipples.

"These Greeks sure know how to do things right," Loki said. Poking Thor in the stomach, he added, "It makes our people's mud huts and wooden lean-to's look like shit."

Thor grunted, but nodded. He had to agree. There was no place more impressive or beautiful than the room before his eyes. The great hall of Valhalla was a festering shit-hole compared to this place.

"Yeah, but still, Loki," Thor said, "We Gods of the Norse have more..., manly traits. These Greeks may know how to make pretty things, but they are no match for our masculine strength."

Loki laughed as he took his forefinger and pushed Thor's erection down. He giggled when he released it and it sprang up and smacked against Thor's stomach. "Yeah, we really know how to show them, don't we?" Loki said. "Just like you, right Thor? You taught that..., oh; I guess it didn't really work out so good, did it?"

"Listen up you little Fuck--" Thor snapped.

"--Shh," Loki interrupted. "Don't make me regret giving releasing your tongue."

Thor went silent, but growled as he closed his mouth.

"After all," Loki continued as he seductively slid up to Thor's body and began running circles over his nipples. "I think the girls and I might have some quite entertaining uses for that tongue of yours later."

"Loki..., please stop. You are freaking me the fuck—"

"—Oh, don't be such a baby, Thor," Loki said. "I can't help it that I am super horny right now." Glancing down to Thor's throbbing purple balls, he added, "And it is evident you are too. But, for me, now as the proud owner of a hot pussy, I must say, I think these girls have been holding out on us all these years!"

Running his left hand over his nipple while his right hand stroked his inner thigh, Loki gasped out a small moan. "Shit, if I knew having these Lady parts would be such a fucking erotic rocket ride, I would have shapeshifted into a hot babe years ago. Let me tell you, Thor. Getting all hot and wet and having your clit start to throb is like nothing you have ever experienced. I highly recommend it."

Gripping his tits in his hands, Loki added, "And having these things on your chest..., holy fucking shit! I don't know why any girls ever leave the house! It's like having a fucking carnival, right at your fingertips."

"Get a grip on yourself, Loki," Thor said, going quiet as the sudden, high twittering chirp of female giggles echoed through the room.

"I think I hear the girls coming, and, you have this whole Sappho Ceremony of Sacredness, or whatever the fuck that is, to perform," Thor said. "What the hell is that anyway?"

"Shit I am just making up as I go along," Loki replied with a wink. As he backed his ass up against Thor's cock, the smooth, cool silk of his dress teasing Thor's cockhead into a frenzy, Loki laughed. He added, "Hey, if you play your cards right, I might give you my cherry!"

"Stop that shit, Loki. This is too pervy, even for—"

"--Shh," Loki interrupted as he pointed forward. "Our guests have arrived."

As Thor and Loki stood on one end of the pool, through a pair of gold and jewel encrusted doors across the water, Petrakia and eleven other girls emerged. Loki and Thor both dropped their mouths open at the sight. The girls were stunning. All gorgeous, they were even more alluring by the short silk tunics they wore. It barely covered their bodies, and to both God's delight, it was tantalizingly cut high on their thighs.

"Welcome, High Priestess Loki," Petrakia said as she and the others lined up at the other end of the pool. "I am not sure about how this ceremony is to proceed now, as I had not progressed far enough in my studies to learn about it. So..., we all stand waiting for your instructions. Please, tell us what we should do to appease the Goddess."

"You hear that, Thor?" Loki whispered. "They are waiting for MY instructions to appease the Goddess of Love. It is like a fucking wet dream come to life!" Loki smirked as he looked at Thor and said, "I wonder what I should have them do first?"

"Have them strip!" Thor whispered back. "Have them lick each other..., yeah, have them—"

"Hey, this is my show!" Loki whispered back. "But..., I like how you think. Trust me; your ideas are not that original..., but I approve."

Thor grinned as he closed his mouth, his self-imposed muteness reinstated.

"Yes, Girls," Loki exclaimed to the group, "In order for this ceremony to work, we all must be sky-clad."

"Sky-clad?" Petrakia said.

"Yes."

"What does that mean?" one of the others asked.

"We must be nude," Loki said. "Nude as the day we were born."

This last comment caused a flutter of more giggles, and Loki watched the girls blush, and whisper among themselves. As they playfully kicked the tiles under their bare feet and stare at the ground, obviously shy about stripping, Loki felt both his mouth, and his pussy, grow wet.

"Is there a problem?" Loki asked. "Shall I go first to get this party started?"

"Oh..., well..., Uh...," Petrakia said, "It is just..., many of us have never been naked in front of a man before. And..., uh, you see..., your slave Thor has several of us a bit shy."

Loki's face turned into a grin as he dropped his robe to the ground, and shimmied out of his sopping wet panties. Now standing stark nude before them, he said, "Well, I assume you don't want me to send him away--"

"--No!" Petrakia shouted, before catching herself and lowering her voice. "I mean, no, of course not."

"Well, that's good. I thought my slave's nudity would be enjoyable to you girls, and, as you will see, he is going to play a big part in the ceremony."

"Oh yes, he is most fine, it's just—"

"Its just that you don't want him to see YOU naked, right?" Loki said.

"Yeah..., right."

"Well then," Loki replied as he bent down and picked up his panties. Holding them to Thor's nose, he whispered into his ear, "like the smell? That's your doing...., STUD!"

"Shut up Loki," Thor mumbled under his breath.

"Would it help if I blindfolded him?" Loki called out to the group.

"Oh yes, it would very much. Thank you. I am so sorry we are bashful, as we really are neophytes."

Laughing, Loki whispered into Thor's ear mockingly, "Poor baby. So close to such a delicious feast for your eyes, and yet..." he added as he covered his eyes with the panties, "so far away."

"Better?" Loki asked as he turned to the group.

"Yes!" Petrakia cried.

"So, now, as part of our sacred covenant, we shall we cleanse ourselves in these holy waters," Loki said.

"Yes," Petrakia said, as she and the other girls stripped. After they waded into the pool, they all swam over to the statue of Aphrodite. Once in place, each girl, in turn, stood beneath the statue and allowed the warm scented oil to pour over their bodies. As the oil slithered over their flesh, it foamed into suds and they began lathering each other up. Delicate hands teasing and stroking each other as they soon became quite slick and soapy.

"Holy Fuck, Thor," Loki whispered. "You should see this. Damn! My clit is about to vibrate off my body at this sight. I can only imagine what it would do to your poor cock."

Thor could only whimper as he could see nothing. Loki watched on for twenty minutes as the twelve nymphs cavorted and played beneath the foaming oil flowing from Aphrodite's nipple, their bodies all covered from head to toe in sweet smelling pink suds. Loki, unable to stop running his fingers over his mound, finally said, "Ok, it is my turn," and waded into the water.

"What about your slave?" Petrakia asked. "Shall we bathe him too?"

"Oh absofuckinglutely!" Loki cried as he dragged Thor in behind him. "He is a very, very dirty boy."

As Loki swam to the girls, laughing and giggling as they playfully dunked one another under the water, and re-suds themselves under the oil, he felt his nipples grow hard as diamonds. Nothing he had ever experienced was more erotic than this moment, his enjoyment all of this feminine delight as a woman making it so much more delicious. When he reached the oil, and felt the warm, sticky-sweet essence ooze down his chest and bead on his nipples, he gasped out a small mew.

"Oh Mercy to Gaia, that feels good," Loki cried.

"Shall we wash you, Loki?"

"Yes...," he hissed, placing his hands behind his neck as he lounged back in the water. Within seconds, a dozen pair of delicate female hands began teasing and stroking every inch of his flesh. His heart raced in his chest, and his breathing became shallow, as his nipples were teased and two beauties stroked his inner thighs. From the depth of his gut, he felt a slow bubbling wave of pleasure begin to boil in his body. Radiating out through his toes, as his clit was gently brushed, the slow burn grew before becoming a raging inferno.

"Lick me," Loki cried. "Like my sacred honey cave! Lick me as we begin the Sappho Ceremony of Sacredness!"

Within moments multiple mouths began to caress his love bud, teasing it with their delicate tongues, taking long lingering licks that caused his brain to smolder. This is so different, Loki thought. By the power of the Lords of Chaos, an orgasm as a woman beats anything I have ever had in my true form. As a man, all was rushed, his dick only wishing more, harder and faster. Now, however, the light delicate touches, the slow lingering licks, the tiny butterfly kisses only increased the voltage of his desire. Finally, like a billion suns erupting in his loins, he threw back his head and screamed, "Oh baby, baby, baby!" As he gripped the long blonde hair of the girl who was servicing him, his toes curling and nipples vibrating as his whole body shook, wave after wave of orgasmic delight exploded in his pussy.

Minutes later, when he finally opened his eyes, he moaned when he saw all of the girls had paired off, each pretzeled against one other in a sensuous 69. He lazily glanced to his right and laughed when he saw Thor. Standing in the midst of all of this Sapphic delight; naked, hard, hands chained to his neck, he was utterly helpless. As he carefully watched Thor's reactions, he saw the desperate twitching rippling through his body. Loki smiled as he watched Thor's nostrils flare, desperate to drink in the thick musky smell of female arousal. Blindfolded, Thor's ears wiggled as they desperately scanned the air for sounds of girlish orgasmic moans.

Now spent and with his legs weak, Loki and the other girls rested against the side of the pool, occasionally giggling as a warm bubble of spring water rocketed up into their pussies. "So," Loki said, "The first part of the ritual is complete. For the second, though, we will need to employ my slave."

Laughing as he stretched out his bare foot and ran it up Thor's erect shaft, he added, "We need to impart our sacred wisdom to this supplicant. Men," Loki continued as he gripped the head of Thor's shaft with his toes and wiggled it back and forth, "and this one, in particular, have no idea how to eat pussy. Boy, do I now know that now. We need to impart our sacred wisdom, the wisdom of our own bodies, onto this poor, dim, slave."

"Oh? What did you have in mind?" Petrakia asked. "How do we let him know how to service a woman properly. After all, we don't really know how to service a man either."

"What a wise girl you are," Loki said as he laughed. "So, I tell you what. You help me make this boy into a champion pussy-eater, and, I will let you all enjoy his services on the way to Athens."

A collective cheer erupted through the room, before Loki added, "And, I shall teach you all how to properly service a man. Some of us," he said as he suppressed a snicker, "know how to operate on both sides of the fence." Dropping his foot back into the water, Thor shuddered when Loki released his grip on his dick. "But the first thing we need to do is get this boy properly cleaned up."

Loki smiled as Petrakia and the others gently guided Thor beneath the stream of warm oil. Once Thor entered the stream, he panted out a small whimper as the warm suds ran down his chest and over his throbbing shaft. When his body was stroked by one pair of hands, and then another, and then another, his breathing increased, and he shivered.

"Get in there, girls," Loki said, "get every crevice and cranny clean." Once Thor was thoroughly soaped up, Loki floated towards him on his back, and gripped his face with his feet once they met.

"Now Thor," Loki smirked. "You know what to do now."

Thor gulped but nodded, realizing that Loki was actually going to make him go through with this. He was going to go down on his friend. Even though Loki was transformed into a beautiful woman, the fact that it was still Loki beneath that gorgeous exterior made him queasy. At least he would not have to see this. At least he was blindfolded. That was some relief.

His relief was short-lived, though, once Loki reached up again with his feet and ripped the panties from Thor's eyes.

"Some things you need to SEE, Thor," Loki said with a laugh as he watched Thor's eyes grow wide.

Thor, seeing all of the gorgeous, and highly aroused, female flesh around him, as well as his buddy's yawning beautiful pussy inviting him in, immediate dove his face into Loki's lap and began to suck.

"Slower, now, buddy," Loki panted. "You need to go much, much slower..."

For the next few hours, Thor gave Loki several toe curlers before repeating his lesson on all of the other girls. They all guided him like good teachers. Telling him to lightly kiss, rather that roughly bite. They taught him that a slow boil beats a fast burn. When the last girl shuddered out her last orgasm, she drifted away from Thor's honey coated face and oozed into the warm, sweet water.

"So, Loki," Petrakia panted as she tried to catch her breath. "Are you going to show us how to service a man now? I assume that is part of this ceremony."

"Yes, my dear," Loki replied as he gently stroked Petrakia's cheek. "In order to serve the Goddess of Love, one must be able to give love as well as receive it. Now...," Loki started as he dropped his voice to a whisper, "go and fetch a dildo. We shall need it."
"A dil—"

"Shush," Loki cried as he kissed Petrakia into silence. As their lips locked, he felt his female juices begin to bubble again, his arousal at feeling soft lips against soft lips stabbing his libido like a knife. "Yes, it is to be a surprise," Loki added with a knowing wink.

Petrakia winked back and leaped out of the pool. Loki stroked his womanhood beneath the water as he watched her perfectly formed, heart shaped ass scamper across the tiles into the main hall of the palace. Seconds later, she returned, dildo in hand.

"Perfect," Loki cried as he motioned for the girls to gather around Thor.

Thor was shaking, hornier than he could ever remember being, the sweet taste of female honey coated on his lips. Unable to lower his hands, he wobbled unsteadily in the water as multiple pairs of female hands began stroking him. Once Petrakia entered the water, Loki whispered into her ear, and she giggled as she swam behind Thor. Taking a long stroke of his left ass cheek with her hand, she sighed as she lightly kissed his rippled back.

"Please..., Loki..., remember my—"

"Silence Slave!" Loki cried. "Remember your place!" Turning to the girls, Loki said, "Now, although I have forbidden this slave release until we reach Aphrodite's altar in Athens, I can show you how we can edge him, which, for a man not so cursed, would be sure to produce an orgasm."

"Wonderful," Petrakia cried as others clapped. "We have so much to learn."

"Yes," Loki snickered as he waded over to Loki and knelt down into the water. "Now, watch what I do. You all will get your chance to try, and of course, we can practice on our trip to Athens."

Thor moaned and glared down at Loki kneeling in the water. He was both aroused and disgusted simultaneously. Loki, in his female form, was gorgeous; his full breasts swinging loosely over the surface of the warm water, his large blue eyes peering at him with smoldering lust, his full thick lips now being caressed by his tongue. But his brain knew it was still Loki, beneath that sultry form, and that image he could not erase from his mind.

When Loki began to massage Thor's balls, and Thor accidently barked out a small whimper, the girls all giggled.

"See girls; you have to be gentle with these," Loki said. "They are the essence of the man, the seat of his power, but also the cause of his downfall. See how they feel like eggs?" he asked as he bade each one to inspect. Thor grimaced and began to sweat as his manhood was passed around like a show-n-tell project.

"But," Loki continued, "You can tell how effective your efforts are, by how these puppies react. See how they are this lovely shade of purple, like over-ripe plums?"

"Yes," the girls all said.

"That means they are very full, but, it does not mean they can't get fuller." Loki opened his mouth and took a long, lingering lick up Thor's shaft and around his cockhead. When Thor shuddered and twisted his hands in the stocks, Loki looked up and said, "See, this is why he has to be restrained. He wants so dearly for me to take him deeply into his throat, but the secret is to wait. Wait until he cannot stand another stroke." Suddenly, Loki leaned forward and took all of Thor into his mouth, gobbling his shaft up into his hot, wet throat. Thor groaned as Loki slowly retracted, nibbling and kissing his way off his manhood.

"See, his legs are shaking," Loki said. "That is how you know you are doing a good job." Standing up, he said, "OK, who wants to give it a try." A dozen hands shot up, as Thor sighed.

For the next few hours all had a go, and Thor was licked, sucked, gobbled and kissed right to the edge of insanity. With his cock throbbing as if it would split in two, Loki playfully lifted his panties up in his hands. "For the next phase, it is best he does not see what we are doing." Leaning close to Thor's ear as Loki blindfolded him, he whispered, "I am ready for you to take my cherry now..., STUD!"

"Please, Loki..., not that! Please, not..." Thor mumbled, before another pair of panties was shoved into his mouth.

"Good thinking, Petrakia!" Loki cried. "Used panties make the best gags. I assume these are yours."

"They are, although, I must admit, they are a bit soiled. I am afraid your slave got me quite excited earlier."

"Even better, my dear," Loki said. "Letting his taste buds marinate in your honey only makes him hornier. Now, watch and learn."

Turning his ass to Thor, Loki slowly wriggled his pussy onto the head of Thor's shaft. As soon as it entered him, Loki cried, "Ooof, I had not..., Oh Gaia! That is so, so, good."

Grunting as sweat poured down his face, Loki said, "Now, the secret is..., oof, uh, to go slowly. Let your pussy gobble up, oh, oh, oh Gaia, oh..., gobble it up slowly."

All of the girls watched on in dazed fascination as Loki slowly impaled himself on Thor. They were amazed. Not only was Loki whimpering and panting as she took his meat into her honey cave, but Thor's face froze in an expression of both disgust and overwhelming arousal. When Thor's manhood hit Loki's g-spot, Loki shrieked. Nodding back to Petrakia, Loki said, "Now, put it in now!"

Thor yowled and spat when Petrakia shoved the dildo far up into his ass, hitting his prostate straight and causing his firm erection to nearly explode. Had he not been cursed, he would certainly have emptied his balls instantly at that moment. Grunting and swearing, Thor began jackhammering his cock deeply into Loki as Petrakia pegged him relentlessly. After twenty minutes, Thor was a blur as he slammed relentlessly into the hot female form of his friend. Finally, Loki could take no more. Her pussy ached like she had just passed a watermelon and she was sure her orgasm well was dry.

"Oh great Gaia, I had no idea," Loki sighed as he slid off of Thor's cock. "Oh, Oh, Oh sweet Lords of Chaos! It was so..., full. So tight! Holy Mother!" Panting and whimpering, he collapsed forward as he gushed fresh juice into the warm water. Sinking beneath the waters, his whole body tingled. Holy fuck! I had no idea that is what it felt like on the other end. Owning a pussy is a joyous sacrament!

After he recovered and sat up in the pool, he blushed as he glanced over at the crowd. They were all transfixed, nipples erect, their hands lazily stroking their womanhood. Sighing, Loki said, "So, who wants a go next?"

A dozen hands went up again, as Thor moaned.

The next morning, after who knows how many rides on the Thor-mobile, Loki and the rest of the highly satisfied girls all walked down to the dock. The day was gorgeous, cold and bright but not a cloud in the sky. The dark blue of the heavens merged with the color of the Sea, and the winds were calm. It was the perfect weather for sailing.

As Thor studied the ship, his muscles straining under the weight of all of the girl's baggage, his heart sank. It was enormous, a three-story Trireme with two decks for rowers. Under normal circumstances it would be manned by fifty, maybe a hundred, very fit slaves who would man the oars beneath the decks. Today, however, it was to be he alone to provide the muscle power.

"You may place my trunk up deck, Slave," Loki smirked as he smacked Thor's ass as he passed. "You filled up big time last night, lover boy," Loki added as Thor's face reddened.

Thor dropped the trunk in the palatial surroundings of the upper deck cabins, before going back to the dock for the others. This was the ship of a wealthy merchant, Thor figured, and as he saw the silk curtains, large plush pillows and carved wood of the cabins, he figured, the owner was very wealthy.

After a few hours, the other girls boarded, and Thor struggled to shove the ship away from the dock. As he heaved, he felt a dozen female eyes boring into his flesh as he was still naked, and his grunting and struggling with the weight obviously had some erotic appeal.

"OK, lover," Loki cried. "Into the hatch you go. Your place is down in the hull."

"Stop calling me that," Thor growled.

"Now, don't make me seal up your mouth again," Loki said as his eyes twinkled. "After all, with all of your new skills you learned last night, I plan on putting that mouth to good use. Lover!"

"Just let me get below deck and start rowing," Thor barked as he stomped downstairs. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom below deck, his stomach dropped. There were fifty benches below deck, twenty-five on the very bottom of the hull, and twenty-five lifted three feet up. When in use, it must be packed hull to deck with sweaty, struggling men, the bottom row inhabitants perhaps the most unfortunate. Arranged as it was, their faces literally would be shoved into the ass of the man on the upper row.

The girls had prepared things already, and in the exact center of the ship, Thor saw how two oars had been chained to all of the others, both above and below, so that one rower could row all of the oars simultaneously. He sighed as he descended into the bowels of the ship. Reaching the bottom, he reluctantly sat down, gripped the oars, and started to row.

All of the wood in the ship creaked and popped, and everything shifted forward as the ship began sailed out to sea. It was a struggle, but, Thor thought, at least this was going to give his dick a break. His erection had subsided a little from the night before, but it was still painfully hard. The ache in his balls had eased up a little also, although both his testicles were noticeably larger and an even darker shade of purple. He remained hopeful, though, that things would soon ease more. Surely, after a few days of just good strenuous physical activity, and without any temptation, he would calm down and possibly find some relief from his infernal longing.

It was going to be a long, hard row to Athens, but, at least he would be free of the teasing. And of course, he always did like working on his quads and biceps. Hell, he thought, Grid always liked my ripped physique. Who knows, but maybe this long workout will help me blast little Thor free after all.

A few hours into the trip, as he rowed harder, Thor felt the sweat pouring off of his back. His brow dripped and his (still) sore ass clenched as he leaned into the effort and really got into it. Through the small slits cut in the side of the ship for the oars, he felt the sea breeze blow in. Despite the dark, sweaty and grim atmosphere below deck, with the breeze it almost was pleasant. This isn't going to be so bad after all. I mean, hey!

"Now, you aren't going to give me any trouble are you?" Petrakia said from behind as she closed the cuffs over his left wrist as another girl locked his right. "Loki said that keeping your hands chained would keep you from getting distracted. She said you were a hopeless wanker."

Thor growled but said nothing. Sighing, he turned forward and stared blankly ahead as he resumed rowing.

"That's a good boy," Petrakia said as she walked in front of him and stroked Thor's sweaty brow with her thin fingers. She paused as she cocked her head and studied him, his muscles flaring and sweat pouring off of his body as he struggled with the oars. "My, you are one sexy sight, if I must say. All bound up and working so hard for us," she cooed. After exchanging a knowing glance with her friend, she and the other girl climbed up onto the seats above and stared down at him. They both giggled as they watched him, completely helpless now as he was tied to the oars, and every inch of his body exposed to their eyes.

From Thor's vantage point, he was caught in a terrible, yet erotic, trap. With nowhere else to look, he was face to face with their crotches, barely covered by their thin silk tunics, all long legs, and full breasts straining against the fabric. Usually, he would be loving such a lovely sight, but, unable to find release, he only found it frustrating and he became irritated. Damn that Loki; I swear he will pay for this; he thought as he tried to ignore the girls. He sighed and closed his eyes when he felt his recently deflated cock, twitch.

"Now that's no fun," Petrakia said as she slowly dragged her feet down Thor's stomach and grabbed his penis with her toes. "How come he's laying down on the job now? Don't we excite him anymore?"

Thor grunted but stoically continued to row. He was not going to give in to this. Loki was not going to win. He was going to beat these bitches at their..., oh shit!

It was hopeless. Now with four sets of toes gripping his shaft and teasing his balls, his quiet whimper signaled it was over. Petrakia, glancing over at her friend once more, winked as she pointed down at Thor's erection. "I think we got his attention."

"Yeah, and," the friend added, "I think Loki is right. See out the slats. I think our speed is picking up."

As Petrakia ran her toes over his cock head, and her friend scratched his balls, Thor groaned as he started rowing faster.

Petrakia stood up, lowered her panties and slipped her tunic over her head. Now standing naked above him, she sat back down, gripped his ears with her feet and pulled him forward into her pussy. Winking as she looked over at her friend, she said, "Let's see if we can get out speed up to fifty knots!"