floating feeling of strange contentment
at being used and humiliated. The
shepherd tasted of the dust of the
road, and that made Thaleia feel dirty
herself–but somehow, too, she wanted
to be dirty, filthy, base.
The shepherd said, “Then when you’re
ready, you pull out and. . .” he did just
that. Thaleia’s eyes had been closed,
but she opened them, and saw the
shepherd pumping his cock in his hand,
and then his white seed jetted out and
onto her face, and now she was as
filthy as she had craved to be.
One by one the other four shepherds
took his place, and, as the leader gave
them little lessons in how to use a slut
like Thaleia, they filled her mouth with
their cocks, and spilled their seed on
her face and breasts, praising one
another’s efforts and telling Thaleia
that she was a good cocksucker.
It was noon, then, and that was when
the Spartans arrived.
Thaleia heard one deep voice say “It is
she!” and another answer “Indeed.”
The voices came from down the road
that led to the cities of the middle
Peloponnese, Pylos and Argos and
Sparta. Thaleia was still on her knees
before the shepherds at the fountain
that stood by the crossroads, and the
attendants of the temple of Zeus at
Olympia were beyond them, with the
wagon.
Thaleia, the only woman present, knew
that somehow they must be referring
to her, and she felt, in a way beyond
her comprehension, that they had
come to rescue her and that Argeia,
somehow, had sent them. She turned
her semen-covered face to see them
coming up the road at an easy jog.
They were gods. They must be gods. By
noon on her first day in the lands of
men, she had already seen more mortal
men than she thought she could count,
from the swineherd, to the priests of
Zeus and their attendants, to the
shepherds, to the many men who had
watched enviously from the road as the
attendants had used her upon the
wagon. Some had been ugly, others
had been more pleasant to look upon,
but none had looked the slightest bit
like the warriors trotting towards her,
clad in their bronze breastplates over
red chitons, with shield and spear upon
their backs, their dark hair flowing in a
single braid down their backs.
Blurb:
When the beautiful young goddess
Thaleia spurns Zeus’ attentions, he has
her thoroughly and shamefully
punished and then casts her down from
Olympus to walk the earth as a mortal
woman. Worse still, he places a curse
upon her which will overcome any man
who sees her with the desire to claim
her in the most humiliating ways
possible. Her only hope lies in an
ancient power stronger even than the
gods… Destiny has decreed that if, in
spite of the curse, two men can make
her confess that she yearns to be
theirs, then she will find a happiness
beyond her fate.
After Thaleia’s sister throws herself at
the feet of Apo