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THE NEW GODS 4: Priestesses and Perversions By WojoMartin CATCHING UP: Rex Timon began to discover “who he was as a god” when he used his godly powers to reward gentle seventh grader Victor with a nubile sex slave and then brutally fucked and humiliated the horrible fourteen-year-old Madison. Rex was troubled by his own lack of remorse. Hermes told him he was beginning to act like an Olympian. Rex found that to be cold comfort. Hermes also revealed that he and fledgling goddess Calliope were now a couple. Teenage godling Jason had fallen in love with his beautiful cousin. The Olympians are pleased with Rex, but Hermes reminded him that there was still “plenty of time to fuck it up.” Rex agreed. MOVING ON: Rex takes Hermes advice to explore his own perversions to see how far he will go. The god finds some new things to add to his list of perversions. He also finds that, consequences or no, there are definitely things that he will not do. Fantasy, mind control, male/teen female, male/female, male domination, virginity, young, bondage. Rex was enjoying a playful bedroom romp with Amber, one of his two favorite lovers. Amber was a singularly wonderful girl. Smart and sweet, Amber had taken to enjoying wild sex acts while still somehow maintaining the innocence that had attracted Rex to her from the beginning. Well, to be completely accurate, it was her enticing little bottom and coltish thirteen-year-old body that had attracted Rex to her at the very first. But he had soon discovered that trapped behind the stammer which had made her the target of school bullies, was a sharp mind and clever wit. Once Rex had freed her tongue, she proved to have the courage and the intelligence to stand on her own. And once she had learned the ways of the bedroom, she had become more passionate than any lover Rex had ever known, except for Mandy. Mandy moved Rex’s heart in ways he’d never imagined possible. Amber, due to her clever mind and playful disposition, was a nearly perfect companion for the fledgling god. He had it good, and he knew it. In his mind and heart, the two girls had become indispensable parts of Rex’s new life as an heir to the Olympian gods. And in many ways, the two girls—who had never met—were also inseparable. Rex often used his godly powers to touch minds with the girls. And each girl was so much a presence within him that the other felt as if they had touched minds as well. Soon, Rex realized there were residual effects to the entire process. With some effort, the girls could touch one another’s minds without Rex being a direct conduit. Rex could have stopped it, but decided to let them continue. Adolescent girls are social creatures by nature, using one another’s experiences to help them understand the world. Who could help them process what they experienced as a god’s lover save one another? Rex allowed them to continue touching each other’s mind. But Rex wasn’t touching Amber’s mind at the moment; he was touching her ass. The god was rather playfully teasing his finger in and out of her bottom. “Please, Doc,” she whispered. “You know how much I love it, and I know you love it, too.” Rex smiled and lowered his face to her opening. The god began to dart his tongue against the tiny puckered hole he had loosened with his finger. “Oh, Doc! It makes me crazy!” Rex’s entire being coursed with the thrill he received as he now let the girl’s emotions wash through him. “It makes me so hot. Can I touch myself now?” “I got it,” he said and used his power to create an invisible mouth to kiss, suck and lick her sweet adolescent pussy. He had discovered in his first experience with Mandy that he could create invisible extensions of himself to pleasure his girls. Clever and innocent Amber had given him the suggestion that made this clever little trick become something incredible for him as well. “Can you taste me when you do that?” she had asked the first time he created an invisible mouth to pleasure her. “I know you like the taste.” From that moment forward, Rex tasted Mandy and Amber through his magical extensions. Now, Rex was tasting both sides of a little blonde at the same time. It only took a minute of this before Amber was too stimulated to hold back any longer. “I’m gonna cum again, Doc!” “Want a boost?” “No, it’s going to be incredible anyway! Oh, oh, holy cow! I love you, Doc! OHHHHHHH!” She shook with pleasure and collapsed on the bed. She rolled to her back and kept still then, breathing slowly and reveling in the moment. Finally her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at the handsome god who gazed down fondly on her naked form. “My body’s kind of shot, but I want to see you get another one. Can you recharge me?” Rex smiled and willed her muscles to revitalize and her lungs to get control of her breathing. “How do you want me?” “Just like you are, sweet and beautiful,” Rex said. Amber knew how beautiful Rex thought she was; he had walked in the girl’s mind too many times for her not to know. Still, she blushed. She felt as if she was the luckiest girl that had ever lived. “There’s a gleam in your eye,” she said. “You have a naughty idea, don’t you?” “Who? Me? Okay, wanna know? Or should I surprise you?” “Surprise me.” When he was in a playful mood, he often did little tricks. Usually, they involved an exotic location. Amber and Mandy had each found themselves suddenly flying across the night sky as they made love to Rex. The god had turned himself and Mandy invisible and made love over the stage while The Wanted, Mandy’s favorite boy band, performed their biggest hit. He timed it out so that Mandy’s climax arrived on the title lyric. When Amber had once mentioned that she had to write a report on the International Space Station, Rex gave her a tour of the station—and of course the inevitable happened while they were there. The god and the blonde joined the 230-Mile-High Club. There are still some fish near the Great Barrier Reef that can’t even begin to explain what the hell it was they saw going on underwater one sunny day, but it was one of Rex’s favorite moments with Mandy. But Rex’s idea this evening had nothing to do with location. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her tight channel in traditional missionary position. Amber didn’t quite realize what was going on at first. She just knew that everything felt different, but wonderful. Rex waited for her to figure it out as he slowly moved in and out of her. Suddenly, the girl’s eyes flew open wide as she pieced together what was happening. “OH-MY-GOD!” she squealed and then giggled. Then, Rex got the reward he had hoped for. As he moved in and out of her, he felt a storm of tiny touches along his shaft. Amber was always responsive and tight; she was physically almost as wonderful as she was in heart and mind. But now, Rex had given her something she had not foreseen. The god cried out in pleasure as she mastered his gift. Amber could now consciously apply pressure to any spot within her vagina. And it was no crude squeeze and release. She had incredibly precise control of a thousand different points. “Holy shit!” he whispered breathlessly as Amber found a rhythm and created what felt like hundreds of tiny tongues brushing against his member. He lost control almost instantly and filled her with his hot white fluid. But he was a god; he remained hard and kept going. “How’s it for you?” he asked. Amber elicited a squeal that contained no intelligible words but communicated her feelings quite clearly. After sending him over again, she played at finding her own pleasure spots as he continued making love to her. The very things that pleased him seemed to do the same for her. In a few furious minutes the two of them climaxed so many times that they lost count. “Doc,” she finally said, sounding almost desperate, “it’s too much for right now. I’m going to lose my mind.” “It was good though, right?” “Magnificent,” she said softly. “Beyond magnificent.” She seemed thoughtful as he slid out and held her in his arms. “Doc, can it stay this way?” The god was about to tell her how pleased he was with that idea when a merry voice called out in the room, “If you don’t say yes, you’re an idiot!” Even Rex was startled. Hermes had never popped in during such an intimate moment. As a matter of fact, none of his lovers had ever actually seen him before. Rex expected Amber to scream or try to cover up. Her reaction was quite different. Amber scrambled off the bed and onto her knees, eventually throwing herself face down onto the floor. “Amber?” her lover cried. “She’s not conditioned to seeing a full god without his essence masked. You were conditioned to it before you first saw us at Olympus. Remember your abduction dreams? Besides you’re… never mind that. I’d best see to this poor child.” Hermes looked down at the trembling little girl. “Amber, the gods look kindly upon you. You are free to rise and converse with me. And I’ll turn down my awesome awesomeness a bit.” Amber rose slowly to her feet and lifted her eyes to glance upon the form of Hermes. Her face was filled with wonder, and more than a little fear. “Amber, you’re not seeing a guy dressed like a tourist in Bermuda shorts and an Aloha shirt, are you?” Rex asked. “No, Doc, I see a god,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t even look at him before.” “Lord Hermes, this is Amber Warren. Amber, meet the god of travelers, Lord Hermes, messenger of Olympus.” “She’s positively lovely, Rex. I can see why you favor her. So sweet and innocent, but very clever—and just a little naughty. Amber Warren, it is a pleasure to meet you. I know you’re used to traveling with Rex, so please don’t be shocked when we arrive somewhere else right about… now.” The three of them were seated at a table in a small room very much like Olympus in its combination of the Classical and the futuristic. It was not quite so grand as Olympus, but it was still more opulent than any human dwelling. “Welcome to my vacation home. Look outside the window, Amber.” The naked girl looked out at a barren alien landscape and at the huge star that dominated the entire view of the sky. She stepped back from the window at first, reason and instinct overcoming her memory that this was a magical house. She recalled the company she was keeping and stepped back to the window and examined her surroundings. “This… this is Mercury!” “As am I. Come back and join us, child. Amber, you may freely partake of my table. If ever you are in a god’s home again, be sure that you ask first before you eat or drink. Some of our food would be very harmful to you. This is all human food, but it is very good human food. Try the baklava.” Rex looked toward Amber. She was no longer terrified, but she was still very nervous. “Be yourself,” Rex pushed into her mind and noticed that Hermes nodded to him in approval. Amber took a deep breath and slowly reached for the food. “You are very kind, Lord Hermes,” she said. She timidly took a bite of the baklava. She involuntarily made a “yummy” sound. “And you set a wonderful table!” “That’s my girl,” Rex said aloud. “Would you like some clothes, sweetheart?” “Nothing I wear could be fine enough for the occasion, and Lord Hermes would know what was beneath anyway. He’s so beyond the normal world that I’m sort of not embarrassed to be naked in front of him.” “Oh, Rex, she’s a treasure!” Hermes smiled at the girl, and she blushed to receive such praise from on high. “Now, as pleasant as Amber’s company is while socializing, I’m afraid that we three have some business to discuss. Amber, you are here since you are the subject of a rather intense discussion between the gods.” “Me?” “Yes, you, darling girl.” “Why would such wonderful beings care about me?” “Well, you did something the first day that you met Rex, and it is turning out to have some implications that must be handled correctly.” “Oh no, am I pregnant? I thought that Doc couldn’t sire children now!” Amber’s hand slid to her belly. She looked to Rex. “It would be wonderful to bear your child, but I wasn’t expecting to be expecting.” “I can’t sire children for the time being, sweetheart,” Rex squeezed her hand. “Oh, a child would create QUITE a furor. This situation is nowhere near that dramatic. This is more a matter of the Olympians wanting to clarify something which passed between the two of you.” Hermes looked directly at Amber, and the girl swallowed hard. “Did you willingly declare yourself a servant of this god seated beside you?” “Yes, my lord.” “Well, we kind of overlooked that at first since the pledge was made in the heat of passion and during a seduction. But, time has passed, and you have become part of Rex’s innermost circle. The other young beauty in that circle has no less love and affection for him, but she has made no such declarations. She is naturally rebellious against authority. Others of the godlings have elicited claims of servitude from lovers but then quickly cast the mortals aside, making the point moot. So, your case remains singular. The Olympians are not certain whether or not we want our three baby gods to be accumulating followers.” “I don’t think of Amber as a follower, my lord. She is my friend and my lover.” “What you think is less important than what the child thinks, Rex. Amber, are you Rex’s servant?” “Yes, Lord Hermes, I am. He never asks for anything, only my friendship and love, but I would do anything he asked me to.” “Really?” Rex was a little shocked. He knew Amber was a devoted friend, but had not seen this. In truth, he had never looked for it. But then he recalled a trait that had defined her first encounter with him. Amber was inclined to trust in authority figures. Rex, whether he wanted to be or no, was certainly more imposing an authority figure than any mortal Amber had ever met. “Yes, Doc, of course I would.” She punched him on the shoulder she punched nearly as often as she liked to cover it with hickeys, a girlish trait of which both she and Mandy had become rather fond. “You are kind of thick for a god sometimes.” “You tease the god whom you serve?” Hermes asked, without accusation or recrimination in his voice. “Yes, Lord Hermes. Because it is what he wants and needs from me. If he wanted me to crawl before him and wash his feet while I sang songs of praise, I would do that instead. No girl in the world is as fortunate as I am. I’m among the chosen of Rex Timon, the Voicegiver!” Rex was near tears. “Oh, Amber… I never knew how deep it ran.” “I would have told you, if I thought it would help you. But you seemed so happy with how we were.” “How we ARE, my love. I value your opinion too much to have you withhold it. And I love you too much to see you groveling before me.” “Ah, I see how it is,” the Olympian muttered softly. “Forgive me, Rex. I have never been human. Nor have the other Olympians. You require someone who will both endorse your good ideas and question your bad ones. Is this right?” “Yes, my lord.” “And Mandy, does she do the same?” “In spades, my lord,” Rex said chuckling. “But Lord Hermes, we almost never question him on anything besides his taste in clothes and obsession with a certain television program. On anything important, we follow his lead. He is always very wonderful to us, and to everyone he meets!” Amber gazed upon Rex with wonder and unflinching devotion. Hermes gave him a sidelong glance, but said nothing. “Well, alright, then,” Hermes said cheerily. “We understand. The other Olympians would like to tidy this up a bit, though. ‘Amber the Alpha of Rex’ is what you shall be called on Olympus. You are the first devoted follower of Rex—the god of a yet to be determined aspect of the world. And as my family is fond of titles and defined roles, you are henceforth declared high priestess of his temple.” “I have a temple?” Rex asked. “The temple is figurative for now. If you don’t fuck everything up, we’ll talk about it again later. Temples are a serious matter.” “What do I do as a high priestess, Lord Hermes?” “Exactly what you have been doing. You make love to your god; you remain his devoted friend and counselor; you love your parents; you go to school and get good marks. Now, there just happens to be a title for being the wonderful little person you are. And Sexy Rexy, no more followers for now, okay?” “Understood, my lord.” Rex smiled at Amber. He was so proud of the manner in which she had handled herself before Hermes. Not long ago, she was bullied by kids in the school hallway. Now, she conversed intelligently with an Olympian. “Amber, dear. We must send you home, and I must keep Rex for a bit. And Rex, you never answered her question about keeping her little gift from you.” “Yes, my Alpha Priestess, you may keep your gift.” “Thank you, both of you. You are so freaking awesome! I’m ready to go home, Lord Hermes. I have homework to do anyway.” “You know, Alpha of Rex, I’d be willing to bet that now you could even write your papers holding the pen in a brand new way.” Amber looked puzzled for a moment, then her eyes flickered with the realization of the god’s meaning. “Lord Hermes, you are as bad as he is!” “Oh, I’m far, far worse!” Hermes laughed merrily, but Rex knew damned well the Olympian meant many things by his simple statement. Amber giggled and then gave a naughty smile. “I’ll try it.” “Wonderful!” the messenger god declared. “May I have the pen when you’re done?” Amber was obviously a little shocked that this little bit of playfulness had continued to progress, but she understood enough of mythology to know that refusing a simple request, no matter how odd, from an Olympian was bad business. “As silly as all this seems, Lord Hermes, being able to give you such a gift would be a great honor.” Rex was blown away by how sharp this girl could be. “Well answered, my child,” Hermes said, growing suddenly graver than Rex had seen him in a long time. “You understand my people very well. I WAS merely being naughty at the start. But when a gift is given with such grace, the giver will be exalted. Be well, Amber the Alpha.” Hermes whisked her away. He turned to Rex. Rex saw in Hermes’ face a touch more glory than he usually displayed to the fledgling gods. His manner of speech lacked its typical familiarity. “She is perhaps more special than even you realize, godling. Out of all the schools you could have been drawn to on your first hunt, you were drawn to hers. Out of all the beauties in that school, you were drawn specifically to her. I know not the reason, but I see that it was meant to be. Every day, you prove more and more connected to the universe.” “Thank you, my lord.” Hermes slowly returned to his customary relaxed posture. “Now… about the friendship you two share. The priestess with the enticing little bottom doesn’t know about her god’s naughty little misadventures, does she?” “If you mean what I did to Madison… no she doesn’t.” “And Mandy?” “Mandy knew I was about to go darker. She doesn’t know the details, but she knows what type of thing I did. She understands these things. She’s a sweet, wonderful girl with a bit of a dark side. She would be a terrifying goddess.” “I see…. Well, I find it interesting that you haven’t shared those events with Amber. She would certainly accept it coming from you. She would go out and DO something like that if you asked her to.” “That’s not who she is. I love who she is. Someday, she’s going to grow up and change to a point where she sees the dark side of things far too clearly. All mortals do. But I don’t need to be the agent of that change.” “No, you don’t. It’s your house, Rex. Run it as you see fit.” Hermes whisked away the human food, and ambrosia and nectar replaced it. He indicated Rex should partake. “Now, when are you going to act on my suggestion?” “Finding girls to fuck just for fun? I’m having lots of fun with Mandy and Amber.” “Of course you are. You’re in love with them. Love is fun, and sometimes very painful and everything in between. But that’s not what I mean. You’ve been given power to do as you please without consequences. Get out there and get to it.” “I will, my lord, since it’s you urging me to do it. Would it be rude to ask why, though?” “No, it’s okay for you to ask me those questions. Be careful with the others, but I’m your mentor by assignment and your friend by choice. It’s important to the Olympians that you explore all your perversions. You’re still an experiment. We want you to get a little nuts and see how you like it. And don’t be so damned cautious with your lovers. You can fix it in the end if you don’t like your results.” “It sounds a little like you WANT me to get rough with more girls.” “Girls, boys, old ladies, dogs… whatever.” “And meanwhile you all weigh me by how nasty I get?” “No, no! That’s not it at all. We frankly don’t care what you do to a few humans. It’s part of the process of you evolving into a true god. What we want is for our godlings to become truly self-aware. You got off on debasing that nasty little slut, Madison. Now, you know that you can do that sort of thing.” “I also know I won’t do it that way again.” “Really? You told me you didn’t feel bad about it.” Hermes offered Rex a little more nectar. Rex took it and took a sip. He felt like slamming it, but one doesn’t slam nectar. It doesn’t like to be slammed, and it will let you know about it. “I didn’t feel bad about it. I still don’t feel bad about it in some ways. She was a vile little person. But as I removed myself from the situation, I thought back on it—and it wasn’t sexy anymore.” “Go on…” Hermes leaned forward, captivated by this line of reasoning. “Not much to it, really. I don’t mind being a hard-ass. I don’t even mind being a little cruel to rotten people. But sexually, I guess I only like playing at being cruel. Mandy and I do that sometimes, but I love her.” “You’re very human, Rex. A mass of contradictions. You’re pretty damned fascinating, actually. Okay, so you’ll punish the wicked, but not with sex. Noted. See? When you experiment, you learn. Go test your limits.” “That’s what you guys want?” “That’s what we want. Discover your perversions, Rex.” “Okay.” “And Rex?” “Yes, my lord?” “Never mind… the time will come for that. Give ‘em Hades, kid.” Hermes waved his hand and Rex found himself back on Earth. It was evening. He was in a suit and tie. He took a moment to get his bearings. Hermes had left him on the doorstep of Madame Oksana’s dance studio. A large sign near the door told him that there was a recital tonight. Rex guessed that he was not placed there by accident; the god of travelers had led him here for a reason. Rex went in, using his Psychic Paper to tell the woman at the door that he was a writer for the arts section of the local paper. He added that he was reviewing the quality of dance studios in the area. Despite the “Sold Out” sign, a front-row seat was quickly added for him. Rex had long been a fan of the ballet. As a social worker, he’d rarely been able to afford to attend. Recently, he’d found that Mandy loved it. The whole thing was rather foreign to the way she’d been raised. It struck her as an adventure to see the ballet or the opera. Rex just liked dancers. Their control and technique amazed him. But their bodies—well, they were petite and often rather flat while still being leggy. In a way, ballerinas were blessed with bodies that seemed eternally frozen in adolescence. So, watching professional ballet was an intensely sexual experience for Rex. But now, Hermes was leading him to watch little girls attempting the dance. He had never been really drawn to pre-pubescent girls, and their dancing would certainly not be anything amazing. Still, he decided to give it a chance. Rex absolutely loved the show. The petite little girls from the low-cost local studio were not great dancers, but some of them were quite naturally elegant and graceful. And they all tried endearingly hard to execute the challenging movements. It was utterly charming, and slightly sexy. Rex knew he was being led into something by Hermes. These girls were the perfect example of a particular type of feminine beauty. And they were very beautiful. Everywhere Rex looked he saw glittered little faces and tiny stocking-wrapped legs. The godling had no idea where all this would lead, but he went with it. After the show, he grabbed the surprisingly young Madame Oksana and brought her backstage. Rex tapped out three girls that had particularly appealed to him. He had chosen one from each age group. Madame found their parents and brought them to Rex. He convinced them that the girls would be featured in a newspaper article, but he needed to take them with him to get high quality portraits taken. Madame Oksana would be there, of course, to make sure things were proper with the photographer. The parents took little pushing from Rex to get them to send their treasures with the stranger, especially since Madame was going along. In a few moments, the god and the girls were in his bedroom. Madame Oksana was safely asleep in a bedroom down the hall. Rex turned to the startled girls. “Everything’s okay. I’m a god, and I chose you to come to my home because you are so beautiful. Everything that happens here is okay, wonderful in fact.” Rex crossed to the littlest girl; he bent at the knees to bring his face nearly down to her level. He touched her under the chin and raised her smiling face up to meet him. He smiled warmly at the little beauty. Without his prompting her, she threw her tiny arms around his neck. “You’re nice,” she said. “You smell really good, too.” Rex pulled her back and looked into her warm brown eyes. She was Indian, by the looks of her. “What’s your name, beautiful?” “Abha.” Yep, she was Indian, alright. “Abha. That mean’s ‘brightness’ or ‘shine’ right?” The girl nodded, happy that the handsome and kind man knew what her name meant. “How old are you, Abha?” “Six,” she said, proudly. Something made the word come out sounding a little like the word “sex.” Rex cast a thought into the ether. “My lord, I will or I won’t. Please let me decide this without help. Please, mighty one.” “Fine,” Hermes said in Rex’s mind. Thankfully, he didn’t sound pissed off. “Abha, give me a kiss,” he said. The little girl nodded and gave Rex a kiss on the lips. It was warm and soft and sweet. Rex loved it. He didn’t have a sexual reaction to it, though. There was no sex implied in the way she kissed him. Her tiny body did not elicit a sexual reaction from Rex. “You are very, very pretty Abha. Your black hair is simply gorgeous.” The little girl smiled and kissed him again. Rex had the same pleasant reaction as he had the first time. He moved to the second girl in the line. She was the oldest. “And who do we have here?” he asked. “Emily Tanner, sir.” “You have lovely red hair and blue eyes. So does one of my favorite girlfriends.” Emily giggled to hear the man talk about his girlfriends. “Do you have a boyfriend, Emily?” Emily looked down a little, but then smiled at him, eager to share her naughty secret. “Todd Crenshaw,” she whispered. “Don’t tell my parents. They said fourth grade is too young for a boyfriend.” “What do you do with your boyfriend?” “Well,” she looked around and then pulled Rex a little away from the younger girls. “Last Friday, after school, he came over to Becca’s house to play with her twin brother. And Todd and I went for a walk in the woods behind Becca’s house.” “And…?” “When we were alone in the woods, he told me I was the prettiest girl in class.” “I bet you are, Emily.” She blushed when the god told her that. “What happened next?” “He… he held my hand!” Emily almost fainted, she was so giddy over the event. “Wow! Emily, it sounds like it could be true love. Emily, I think you’re pretty, too. How about a kiss?” The kiss implied a lot more to Emily than it had to Abha. But Emily was still under his directive that everything that happened here was wonderful. She nodded and stood up on her tiptoes so that he could reach down to kiss her. This kiss was as sweet as Abha’s, but there was just a little bit different sensation behind it. Abha thought he was a handsome and sweet man. Emily thought, in a very innocent way, that Rex was “sexy.” She didn’t even know quite what that meant, but she knew she thought it. Rex thought Emily was a bit sexy, too. But not in a way that made him want to throw her down and fuck her. Some beauties in the world are best left unspoiled. He moved to the final of the three girls in the line. She was the middle in age, almost as tiny as Abha, but she felt much older. Rex had grabbed her from the middle group despite the fact that there were prettier girls there. None had danced as well; that was part of what had drawn him to her, but it was this little brown-haired girl’s eyes that had truly captured Rex’s attention. First of all, they were vivid green. Secondly, the child had a way of looking at Rex that stirred something in him. She seemed to have a secret she was dying to share with him. “My name’s Alexis,” she said, before he asked. “I’m eight years old. Yes, I have a boyfriend, and yes you can have a kiss!” She threw her little arms around his neck and gave him a very warm kiss, brushing her tongue against his lips. Rex had to admit that he liked that in a different way than he liked the kisses from the first two girls. “Abha, Emily, crawl up on the bed and have a little nap,” he said. He took Alexis by the hand and whisked her away to another room. Alexis realized that they were alone. She took a deep breath, looked around the room and then shrugged slightly. She threw herself into his arms, lifting her legs so that she was wrapped around his waist. Rex took her impossibly small bottom in his hands. The girl wriggled against his groin and continued to kiss him, trying to tease his tongue into her little mouth. “Oh,” Rex thought to himself, “Hermes is good. He knew I’d pick this one out of the crowd.” Redheaded Emily may have looked a little like Mandy, but this one felt and acted like her. Rex now even recognized that the look in the child’s eyes had appealed to him because Mandy used to look at him the same way before she first revealed that she wanted to make love with him. Rex returned her kisses, unsure whether or not he wanted all this to continue. He walked in Alexis’s mind. There was no abuse in this sexually precocious eight-year-old’s life. Alex, as she was usually called, and the nine-year-old neighbor boy had spied on her sixteen-year-old sister and her boyfriend as the teenagers made love. Alex’s sister had lucked into a boy who had some skills and a gentle nature. The little spies saw teenage sex being done pretty well. Then, the two youngsters found a private place of their own and gave things a try. They both agreed the boy was not going to stick THAT in THERE, but they sure enjoyed exploring the oral pleasures they had witnessed. This was simply a healthy child who had shared a mutually wonderful experience with her little boyfriend. Rex was happy for her. Rex also had a raging hard-on. It was impossible not to be stimulated by the very warm and very feminine parts grinding on his groin while a tiny tongue explored his mouth. Rex decided to step back and assess things for the moment. He lowered Alex down, still smiling so that she knew he was not displeased. He wished them both naked. Rex had never seen a girl so young naked. He had grown up an only child. No sisters, no nieces. She was extraordinary, and she was smiling up at him, happy to be naked in front of him. “Wow!” she said, looking at Rex’s erection. “That one is even bigger than my sister’s boyfriend’s!” “He’s young. Give him time.” “It’s really, really cool. I like the way they look.” “You are very beautiful, Alex. Your proportions are perfect. Your puffy little pussy lips are so sexy. Let me see your bottom.” Alex turned around and Rex saw that she was so toned from dancing that the cleft between the globes seemed like a vise. She was absolutely gorgeous, sexy and sweet. She moved to him, kissed his chest and wrapped her tiny hand around his shaft. Rex kissed the top of her head as she pumped him, imitating something she had seen her sister do. Rex loved the way his body felt with her, but that was not what brought a smile to his face. The smile came from something altogether different. The smile came from the fact that the voice inside him that said “this is wrong” was winning! Had won, in fact. “Alex,” he said, pulling her hand gently away from his shaft. “If ever I was going to make love to a little girl, it would be you. But I’m not going to make love to such a young child.” “AWWW! It’s fun and it feels so good! And I really like you, Mister Rex. Hey, it sounds like I called you Mister X!” Rex gazed down at the child in surprise. Hermes had managed to find a very sexy little girl who had ways of reminding him of both Mandy and Amber. But… Rex had refused to take her in the end. So, now he knew something new. He had already known he liked sex with adolescent girls, girls whose bodies were showing traces of womanhood while maintaining features of girlhood as well. (And adolescent girls were by nature sexual beings, living in a world of “Should I? Should I not?”) Rex had now learned he simply did not want to have sex with a pre-pubescent girl. The ways it didn’t appeal to him exceeded the ways in which it did. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Alex. I guess you deserve something to make you feel good. Here!” He gently used the same god’s breath he had used to tease and stimulate Madison. Alex’s eyes closed, and she held her hands out wide to her sides. There was a look of sheer ecstasy on her face as she felt the warmth of the breath and the fondness behind it. In a moment, she felt a stirring in her little coochie, and then a gentle and relaxing orgasm gave her a release for all the urges she’d built up inside. She gave a gentle cry, more of a coo than anything, and then smiled sweetly. “Oh, Mister X. That was awesome! Can we do this again sometime?” “Call out for me on the night of your fourteenth birthday. If I haven’t made a mess of things, and still have my powers… I’ll happily come see you again. And I’ll let you play all kinds of big girl games then!” “YIPPEEE!” she cried, throwing her naked body into his arms again, but asking for nothing from him. Rex sent the three little girls home shortly after. He did get one more kiss from each. He was in no way immune to their charms, but he simply had no desire to deflower beautiful little children. “You’re not much as a pervert!” Hermes had appeared in Rex’s bedroom. The messenger god was chuckling and shaking his head. “If you were ever gonna fuck a little bitty girl, that’s the one that was made for you. Scratch that off the list of possible perversions.” “I sure liked looking at her, though,” Rex offered, trying to convince the god that he had at least felt something for the child. “If you didn’t like gazing upon such sheer beauty, then I would really be worried about you. I noticed you left that tiny little dance teacher sleeping in one of the guest rooms. Might I ask why, my friend?” “Lots of reasons... I’m horny. Dancers are sexy as hell. Besides, after Alex got me going and I shut myself down, I want something a little rough, and I think a grown woman might be just right for the sort of thing I have in mind.” “A grown woman? YOU?” “I know, my lord… weird, huh?” “For you it’s so strange it almost does feel like a perversion! Give her a couple of good strokes for me, my friend. I have to go now. Calliope just got back from a mission in Africa, and she DESIRES my company.” “Give her a couple of good strokes for me, boss.” “More than a couple, Mister X.” Hermes vanished. Rex actually walked down the long hallway to where the tiny dance instructor lay sleeping. He spent the time gathering his thoughts on how he wanted to go about things with this young woman. Madame Oksana was younger than Rex, and ran her own business. That was impressive. Even more impressive was the way she had pulled it off. Rex had walked around in her memories a little bit. He would get to her secret yet. First, he wanted to try something to see if it was in his nature. Sure he had fantasized about it, but he had never just gone ahead and tried it. Now, with Hermes urging him to explore his perversions, seemed the perfect time. He took a deep breath and opened the door. “Your little girls are home safe. Don’t even think of them when you wake. Now… wake up,” Rex whispered. Madame’s eyes blinked as they adjusted to the dim light of the room. She suddenly realized she had awakened in a strange place. She looked around the room and saw Rex standing in the doorway, leering at her. He peeked into her mind as she processed the situation. He must have drugged her and taken her somewhere. This place was too nice for a local reporter. He was some kind of criminal. She looked at him again. There was no doubt in her mind. He planned to rape her. “I’m gonna give it to you good, Madame,” he hissed. “You can fight it or let it happen. Either way, it’s gonna go down.” Rex felt her fear turn to terror. There was something about terror Rex rather liked. He wasn’t sure where the response came from, whether or not it was sexual, but he used it to drive him toward her. She was quick, this little dancer. She bounced up on the bed and gave a kick that Rex was pretty sure would have caught him under the chin and knocked him on his ass—if he’d been human. He saw the action form in his mind before it happened. He had already begun to move before she even launched the attempted attack. The result was that he caught her leg high in the air. He jumped up on the bed and placed her leg on his shoulder. She didn’t even feel a touch of strain at being stretched like this. Rex loved dancer’s bodies. He stood before her, gazing into her eyes, seeing the terror there, seeing the certainty of his taking her reflected in her eyes. “Gonna play nice?” he asked. Her response was to attempt something Rex was pretty sure was a variation on a move professional wrestling announcers called an enziguri. She used the fact that he had her right leg secure to try and launch a kick to his head with her left. Rex could have backed away and stretched beyond her reach, but he let her launch the kick, caught her second leg and put her down on her back with both her legs pinned alongside her ears. Again, she wasn’t straining to maintain the position, but she sure as hell was straining to get out of it. This little bit of a thing certainly was a fighter. She must have really not wanted to get raped. Rex felt her terror again, and then… he released her. He didn’t want to do this this way. Madame tried to run, but Rex put her back to sleep on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed. For a second, he put his head in his hands and felt lousy for even attempting to do it. But then, he smiled. Another perversion could be taken off the list. He now knew that he wasn’t a brute rapist. He was still going to have some rough sex with this woman. Pretty damned rough, he figured, but he wasn’t going to do it by brute force. Terror did bring him an adrenaline rush, but that’s what it was. It was a rush, but not a sexual one. He liked the power part of it, though. He liked being able to impose his will on her. He was powerful, she was sexy. He would have her because he wanted her. He would just do it in a different way. “Forget what just happened,” he said to the sleeping woman. “Stay asleep, but answer me. Are you attracted to me?” “Yes. You’re very handsome and something about you is very commanding.” “We just got back from having a nice dinner after dropping the girls off at home.” He whisked her away to his very impressive drawing room. She was still asleep, but sitting on the couch next to him. He took her legs and tucked them underneath her, so that she was kneeling sideways on the couch, facing him. He put a glass of wine in her hand and lit a fire in the fireplace. When he woke her, Madame Oksana looked into Rex’s face and smiled. He returned the smile and kissed her. She accepted the kiss, and they let their hands wander through hair and over necks and shoulders. When he started to slide his hand down the front of her blouse. “Rex, darlink,” she said in her heavy Russian accent. “It is late, and I need to go home. The kisses were wonderful, and you are very handsome and charmink, but I am wery careful about how far I go with men I have just met. I am truly hopink you call on me again. I will pay for dinner next time.” “I understand, Oksana. Thank you for the invitation. One more kiss, and then I’ll walk you to your car.” Madame Oksana smiled and held up her finger to indicate that it was just to be ONE more kiss. He kissed her fiercely, too fiercely for what should have been one last tender kiss. She began to push against him, but suddenly shuddered and threw her arms around his neck. She was in desperate need of support. When their lips had met, Rex had pushed an intense wave of physical pleasure through her body. Had it lasted a second longer, she would have climaxed. Rex didn’t want that. He wanted her hanging on the edge. “That is a very good trick,” she whispered, sounding considerably less Russian for a moment. “We’ll be havink no more of that, no-awty little boy.” She was taking control of the situation as best she could, recovering her cool. “I think I will be goink now. You can still call me, but no more tricks like that without permission.” “Tricks like what?” “Don’t play these games, handsome boy. You know what you did. Now admit that you did some kind of trick or I will lose my trust in you and not want to see you again.” “No idea what you’re talking about, Oksana. All I did was kiss you.” This time Rex planted a command to believe him. “I just had some desire built up for you, so I kissed you pretty passionately. If you felt something more than that, it came from you.” “Oh,” she said. “Then, I’m sorry. But it’s all the more reason I should leave. I could get carried away very easily.” She started to go. She turned back. “You’re still calling me though, right?” “Of course, you are so hot, I wouldn’t think of not calling you.” Rex gave her a little flash of pleasure at being called hot. He watched her catch her breath, and then he proceeded in a manner designed to keep her off balance. “I have to say, Oksana, I’m really impressed at how well you’re adapting to America. Sometimes you can speak English with almost no accent at all.” “Oh, thank you. I’ve been workink on it. Goodnight, handsome Rex.” She got to the door of the drawing room and turned back for one last glance at the impossible man who had her so flustered that she had nearly given her deepest secret away. When she met his gaze, she felt another wave of ecstatic sensation pass through her. Again, he left her just short of the relief her climax would have provided her. “Oksana,” he said in a dramatic voice. “There’s something special happening here. Please stay.” “I-I can’t, Rex. In my whole life I have NEVER done that on a first date.” “But you want to stay, don’t you?” He silently commanded her to tell him the truth. “Oh god, yes. But I can’t.” She couldn’t believe she had admitted to him that she wanted to stay. “Come here, Oksana.” He wasn’t using the god’s voice. He was just seeing what would happen. She started toward him, but she stopped. She shook her head and turned to go. “I don’t want nice sweet lovemaking, Oksana. I want to take you down and ravish you.” He held off pushing pleasure through her body. He was seeing how far he could get without it now. Oksana gave him a very hard glare and turned away, but her first step was unsteady, uncertain. There was some ambivalence toward leaving now. He stopped her with his human voice. “I know things, Oksana. I know ways of giving you intense pleasures that no other man you ever meet will be able to give you. And you know damned well that’s true.” “There’s something about you. It’s frightening!” “Yeah, I imagine knowing that you’re within minutes of pleasure so intense that you’ll scream and swear and crawl for more is pretty frightening.” He crossed the room and stopped a few feet short of her. Again, she moved away slightly, but didn’t flee, didn’t even just calmly walk out the door. Rex was seducing her using human means now, and he liked that. Yes, he had used his powers to stimulate her, but he decided that was only fair. The woman deserved to have some kind of clue what she was refusing if she turned him down. Rex reviewed the possibilities. Would he command her into his bed if she refused him in the end? That was rather a key issue, wasn’t it? He had never just flat out commanded a girl into his bed. Should he experiment with this one? No, he decided. He was pretty sure he knew the answer. He would command her into his bed if she flatly refused his seduction. Men used every bit of charm and strength of will they had to get women into their bed. He just had more than most. Yes. He would command her into his bed if she refused this tactic. He opened up and told her everything he had planned. “Oksana,” he said, closing to within a few inches of her. He was in her “fuck or fight” zone. She didn’t fight. “I have a room downstairs. It has special equipment. I’d like to take you there and tie you up so that I can do all kinds of wonderful things to you. Fun things, sexy things. I want to make your incredible dancer’s body, with all its flexibility and all its endurance, into my little fuck-toy.” “No, I don’t do things like that with men,” she whispered, backing not out the door, but up against the doorframe. Rex stepped in and kissed her fiercely. The tiny woman pushed against him and tried to bring a little fist up to punch him. Had Rex not started to take her by force before, he might have mistaken this for her best effort to fend him off after she had mistakenly let him too close. But he knew how hard this little dancer could fight, and this wasn’t as hard as she could fight. Not even half of how hard she could fight. “Stop that!” Rex said in his human voice. Madame continued her faux struggle. “Okay, then don’t,” he said. He would have thrown her over his shoulder and dragged her down the steps to the dungeon, but there weren’t any steps to the dungeon. There wasn’t even an entrance to the dungeon. It just existed below the house. He threw her over his shoulder, and her tiny fists pummeled his back in a poor imitation of resistance. The two of them reappeared in the dungeon. He redecorated for the occasion. With Madison, the room had been black and intentionally terrifying. With Madame, the room was in opulent reds and gold. Fabric hung everywhere, huge cushions were scattered around the floor. It was a variation on the tent of a sheik. Rex dropped his tiny prize onto one of the huge cushions. “How—how did I get here?” “You don’t remember? Well, you were pretty busy fighting me off the whole time I dragged you down here.” “I’ll keep fighting,” she said. “I hope so. It’s kind of fun watching you try. You’re not much of a fighter.” “I’m a great fighter!” she said. She was, in fact, pretty good. Had Rex been human, she might have knocked him out with that kick in the bedroom. She certainly would have been able to escape after it landed. “Then, maybe I’m just incredibly powerful. Or maybe you’re not really trying to win. And Oksana, you were standing in the doorway during our whole conversation. You could have just left. I think you’re exactly where you want to be right now.” She looked away for a moment. He had her, in many ways. She had stayed because he was handsome, and because something about him made her almost cum when he kissed her. She hadn’t fought very hard, because if she had won, she might never have found out what that something was. He had told her he was going to dominate her, and she had let it happen so far. Still, she wasn’t this girl. She never gave in. She had fought for everything she had ever gotten her whole life, even when giving up would have been far easier. She wasn’t going to just yield to this man. She started to get up. “Still going to fight… Olivia?” At the sound of that name, her knees grew weak, and she collapsed back down onto the pillow. “That’s what it is, then? I have to give in, or you tell everyone I’m a fraud?” “No. That would just be kind of mean. I admire you, Olivia. You came from a small town in Minnesota and lied and danced your way into a premier ballet academy in Russia. Not an easy thing to do. And you were good, weren’t you?” “Yes, but not good enough. Four made it to the Bolshoi out of 100. I was sixth.” “But no one wanted to invest money in Miss Olivia Walchak’s ambitious plan for a dance studio. But Madame Oksana Plenkev… she was worth a shot. Your accent was pretty damned good by the way.” “I was there for four years.” “Olivia, you cheated, but at the same time you earned it all with sweat and passion. Now, speaking of sweat and passion… you were about to make your last brave stand.” Olivia Walchak smiled a little; then she got a very fierce look in her eyes. “The harder you fight, the harder I’m going to fuck you in the end.” The pattern of a little smile followed by a fierce look repeated itself. The tiny woman rolled sideways from the pillow and found her way to her feet. Rex walked right toward her. The dancer kicked again, not having remembered the results from before. This time, Rex just deflected it and allowed her to throw a second and a third kick. The first two kicks weren’t full force. She was testing him more than she was trying to hurt him. If Olivia was going to be taken and ravished, she wanted it to be by a strong man. As she saw how easily he knocked her lighthearted blows away, she tried in earnest to land more powerful blows. Rex was no physicist, but he was pretty sure someone this little shouldn’t be able to kick that hard. She had no hope of hurting him in any way, and he was pretty sure she sensed that. She stopped kicking and suddenly burst into tears. Rex reached for her. He saw what she was doing an instant before she did it, but he let her have it anyway. She grasped the arm, threw her hip into him and executed a nearly flawless Sambo throw. She had studied more than just dance in Russia. When Rex landed on his back, Olivia had him in an arm bar and was exerting considerable pressure on his elbow and shoulder. He brought his legs up, scissored her head, and pulled her over. She rolled through it and came back to her feet in a crouched position. “You are a pretty damned good fighter,” Rex said. “I guarantee you that a few months ago, you would have kicked my ass.” “My boyfriend in Moscow ran an MMA training school,” she said, again giving him a sly smile. “What have you studied in the last few months that makes you so damned good?” “Nothing. I became a god.” “That would explain a lot. I don’t really believe it, but it would explain a lot.” “It’s true.” His voice left no room for doubt. “Well, shit,” she said, having no other real response to that. “Now, Olivia, my dear, I am going to have my way with you.” Olivia returned to giving him the half-hearted resistance she had given him upstairs. She had no ambivalence about his actions now. She wanted badly to have him ravish her. But it wouldn’t truly be a ravishment if she didn’t offer at least token protests. Rex cast her hands aside and drew her into a tight embrace. “Hold me closer, tiny dancer,” he said, playing off an old Elton John lyric. “No,” she said in a breathy voice that belonged to the helpless maiden character Olivia had adopted. “I must resist!” Even as she said it, she felt her hips respond to the proximity of Rex’s body. She was squeezing his thigh between her legs. Rex pulled gently on a lock of light brown hair that had fallen loose from the tight dancer’s bun that Madame wore whenever she was around the school. Olivia’s chin came up, exposing her slender white neck. Rex planted hot kisses there, and she began to slide slightly against the leg she had trapped next to her sex. She caught herself, and turned from his embrace, slipping away and running from him. Of course, there was nowhere to run. There were no exits, not that she would have sought one. But there were machinations of sex play in every direction. Two steps forward found her staring at manacles hanging from the wall. Whirling in the opposite direction provided her with a view of a bondage table. Turning again, she saw the bed in the corner. Turning in another direction, she found… well, even Rex wasn’t sure what the hell that thing was, but he’d seen one in a video once and it had ended up in his vision of a dungeon. Olivia froze for a moment. Rex allowed her to make up her own mind. When she moved again, it was toward the manacles. Rex caught her from behind, slipped an arm around her waist and carried her to the wall. He slowly and carefully wrestled each hand into a manacle. Then, he looked down to the more difficult task. Olivia’s legs were a force to be reckoned with. But she was done testing him. He stepped up between her knees. Olivia made the token gesture of trying to knee him in the groin. He caught it easily and then took each leg in one hand. He slid down to the ankles and brought her feet to the floor. He was done wasting time; he simply willed the padded cuffs to wrap around her ankles. “Cheater,” she whispered, trying not to give away how thrilling it was to see him use his powers. “You’re a beautiful woman, Olivia. And this is a fantastic version of the ‘little black dress.’ I adore the way it looks on you.” He reached his hand to the opening at the top and tore it completely off her, taking the slip right with it. It was a rough gesture, and he peeked into her mind to make sure she was open to it. Her shoulders stung slightly, and she was thrilled by that. Anyone who had spent more than fifteen years in point shoes had to have some kind of an understanding with pain. Rex moved close and began to kiss her neck as he ran his palm over her little black panties. With his free hand, the god squeezed the nipples of her tiny breasts. She liked that, too. “Oh, you naughty little Madame,” he said breathlessly. “You like things that hurt a little, don’t you?” “Guess you have to make it hurt with your hands. Nothing else you have is big enough to do that.” “You make playtime lots of fun,” he said, biting her slightly on the neck. She thrust her groin at him when he did. “Horny little thing.” He willed her light brown hair to tumble loose from its binds. He could feel her breath catch as she realized he had done it with just his mind. “Goddammit, you don’t play fair at all.” “You have no idea.” He tore her thin panties off of her, leaving her naked. She looked especially naked since she was clean-shaven. It was the second hairless pussy he had seen tonight. But this one was more his speed. He reached with both hands and pinched her nipples but also created an invisible hand to stroke her labia and flick her clit. He created more invisible extensions to continue to pinch and stroke her as he slowly stepped back and undressed. He hummed a little bit of “Swan Lake” just for her. “Oh, fuck!” she cried, throwing her head back and bucking her hips both toward and away from the invisible digits. Rex stepped in and started giving her a nice little hickey between her breasts. The younger girls liked it, and he had picked up the habit. Rex could sense that Olivia was on the verge of an orgasm. He blocked it. He let the pretty little dancer hang on the edge of her release and walked away. “Oh, god! Oh, god! Let me cum, please!” she wailed. “Looking for something,” he said breezily and searched the shelving unit at the far side of the dungeon. “Please! Oh, god! You’re making me crazy!” “Love it, don’t you?” “Fuck yes!” she cried. “And I hate it, too!” “Kind of the way you feel about me?” He was teasing, but then willed her to answer the question truthfully. “No,” she whispered. “I don’t love you. I don’t hate you either. I just want you to fuck me until I can’t walk!” “Will do, Madame… but not yet.” He looked back on the shelves. “AH! Here it is!” Olivia’s eyes flew open wide as she saw something she knew could be one of the cruelest torture devices. Rex was walking toward her with a long feather. He could have just willed the feather to come to him, but he wanted to treasure the look on Madame’s face as he walked slowly toward her. “Turn the fuck around,” he said. “Stick your ass out at me.” Olivia did as she was told. The manacles had just enough play to let her turn, but the result was that she was left in the very helpless position of having both hands crossed in front of her and her chin buried in the crooks of her elbows. “Oh, no, please. I have a thing, about my ass. It gets me… crazy.” “Well, that’s really gonna make me stop. Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you’re a virgin.” He stopped for a moment and looked at her. She shook her head. Rex smiled. He had a hell of a surprise for her later. “I’m gonna tickle your ass with this feather. You know that. If you tell me about the first time you got fucked, and tell the story well. I’ll let you cum.” “If you start tickling my ass with that feather, I’m going to have a hell of a hard time telling you anything!” “Sounds like fun then.” He ran the feather slowly up the length of the cleft between her cheeks. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD FUCK!” she screamed with a sudden ferocity. Rex was taken aback. Apparently, she did have a “thing” with her ass that made her crazy. He slowly teased it up her crack again. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” “Tell me the story, Olivia.” “Oh, god,” she sobbed. “Oh, my god, okay! It was when I was in—HOLY FUCK!... Okay, I was in ninth grade and there was this really good-looking… FUCKING HELL! STOP THAT OR FUCK ME! PLEASE, REX, PLEASE!” “Story.” “Good-looking coach. Big guy, six-three. I wanted him really bad. He held out until I—FUCKING BASTARD!—I went over to his house in a little skirt, no panties or bra, and a tank top. He tried to say no, but he didn’t—ASSHOLE FUCKER!” “Probably. Go on.” “He didn’t stand a chance. I climbed right on top of him, pulled his cock out of his sweatpants and slid it right up to my—I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!—right up to my pussy. He finally horsed that big thing up in me.” “Tell me about when it broke your hymen.” He had decided to give her a little bit of a chance to catch her breath. “It was already broken. I accidentally did that with a hairbrush. It still hurt a little when that cock went up inside me, though.” “What did you think of that?” “I—loved it. It was a rush. Please Rex…” “By all means… good story.” Rex released her. Olivia screamed and thrashed about as the long overdue climax escaped her body. When she finally finished and turned to face him, Rex could see a stream of fluids running down the wall. “You’re a gusher?” “Never before,” she moaned, “but… well, I don’t know what the hell… that was.” “Hmmm,” Rex grunted and lowered himself down between her legs. She thought he was going to lick her soaking pussy. He licked the wall behind her. “You’re pretty damned tasty.” Olivia had no idea how to respond to what had just happened. She just stared at him as he rose to his feet and faced her. “So, wanna fuck?” “In a minute, if that’s okay. I can barely breathe.” “I got that covered,” he said. He relished the amazed expression on her face as her body regained its strength. She found words at last. “I’ve done a lot of different things, but I have never done this before.” She looked him directly in the eyes. “Master,” she said, giving the word such import that he knew she had indeed never called anyone that before. She looked down in deference. “Um, this is just a sex thing, right?” he said. “Yes, Master. Just when we’re fucking.” “Okay, needed to be clear on that. Important. Don’t want to explain, though.” He reached to her and moved in as if he was going to kiss her. He slid right past her lips and put his mouth next to her ear. “Are you my little bitch?” “Yes, Master.” “Then, we don’t need these anymore.” He waved the manacles away. “Put your hands on the wall, little bitch.” Olivia turned and put her hands on the wall in front of her, offering her soaking wet pussy to her master. She looked back over her shoulder, certain Rex would mount her doggystyle. She was slightly startled when superhumanly strong hands lifted her under her hamstrings and brought her knees up. She had no problem stretching in this direction. Flexibility was a necessity in her profession. She felt the head of his shaft press to her asshole. Rex knew he should have lubed it somehow. Normally, he would have. But Olivia got off on certain types of pain, and he was pretty sure this was one of them. He felt a mix of fear and anticipation roll off of her. He drove himself into her. Olivia screamed in pain and pleasure. Finally, she formed a single word. “YES!” Rex hammered away at her, supporting all her weight and allowing her to use her arms against the wall simply to keep her in place. Then, as she adjusted to his presence inside her, she began to find more words. “FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS! YOU DIRTY BASTARD! I’M YOUR WHORE!” Rex let go of her legs and supported her weight by strength of will. He pulled her hair, harder than before, but not brutally. “SPANK ME, MASTER! SPANK ME, PLEASE!” Rex didn’t mind that. He probed her memory to find out how hard she liked to be struck. She had never let anyone spank her before! Hell, she had never let anyone pull her hair this hard before. Olivia was finding that she wanted things from this man, this god, that she had never wanted before. Rex smacked her on the ass without much force. She seemed a little disappointed. Rex cracked her a good hard one. “This what you want?” he asked. “I’M THE BITCH! YOU TELL ME!” Rex took that as a yes. He started to probe around in her memories as he pounded his shaft into her ass. Olivia liked a little rough play, and had been dominated in the past, but only by women. She was VERY bisexual. But she was naturally the dominant one with men. She had difficulty trusting men enough to let them dominate her. She had found that Rex was different. She wanted him to be the master. And for just this once in her life, she wanted to be the man’s bitch. “You fucking love this, my sweet, dirty little bitch,” he told her. “FUCK YES! FUCK MY ASS! PULL MY HAIR! SPANK ME!” Rex did all those things, and then searched for something he could add into the mix. He pulled her hair to the side so that she had to look back over her shoulder at him. He spit in her face. Olivia had a look of shock flicker across her face. Then, her eyes narrowed and she looked directly into his eyes. “Again, please Master,” she whispered. Rex repeated the action. “I’m your whore,” she said, struggling to speak as she took him deep up inside her over and over. He was close to cumming now. This romp had touched on a side of him he had first discovered with Mandy, whom he loved. He had expanded upon it by adding hate when he was with Madison. In the end, he had decided that was not sexy to him. But this… this was new. He didn’t love or hate Olivia. He kind of liked the crazy little bitch, but he didn’t love her. This was about lust and power and dominance. It thrilled him in a brand new way. THIS, he could add to his list of perversions. Little girls, no. Rape, no. Playful or loving sex with adolescent girls, yes. Dominating crazy, lusty grown women… HELL YES! Rex put an invisible mouth to Olivia’s vagina and let it suck, lap and nip her. She liked the little bites. She had taken many women to her bed, and she appreciated the many variations on oral sex. Rex could somehow taste the lips and tongues of the beautiful women who had been there before him. Maybe that was just his imagination, but gods’ imaginations and reality were pretty much the same thing. Rex felt a pull on the underside of his shaft and made sure that Olivia climaxed just as he let his semen loose in her ass. He wanted it to be good for her, so he sustained both their orgasms. She gushed again, and he unloaded so much of his fluid into her that it began to stream right back out. Rex let her legs return to the floor. Olivia stood unsteadily for a moment and then slumped against the wall. She looked at Rex and smiled. She was breathing heavily, and her legs were still shaking. When she got control of her breathing she looked at her master. “You spat in my face!” she said, and laughed. “That was fucking awesome!” “I think that’s how I’ll introduce myself to women from now on. Ninety-nine out of a hundred will kick me in the balls, but that last one might be worth it. You sure as fuck are.” “Thank you, Master. But I never would have let anyone but you do that.” “Not even any of the women who fucked you?” She blinked in surprise. Then she smiled. Of course, he knew about them. He was a god. “Not even one of them.” “I have a gift for you, Olivia. I’m thinking that you’ll get a thrill from it.” “Oooooo! What is it?” “It’s … a surprise.” “Okay, Master. I like surprises, too.” “Here we go, part one.” Rex waved his hand and Olivia appeared in a little skirt with knee highs. She had no bra or panties, and she wore a white tank top. “Thif ib ta—“ she reached her hand to her mouth and felt her teeth. She giggled to find that not only had Rex stolen the visual of exactly the same outfit she was wearing for her first time, he had given her her braces back as well. She tapped into a very old memory with some help from Rex, and remembered how to talk with hardware in her mouth. “Is this actually the same outfit?” she asked. “No. It’s long gone. And I can’t actually go back in time. It’s just as exact a copy of the outfit as your memory can provide.” Olivia lifted the front of her skirt. There was a patch of wispy dark hair between her legs. “You ARE thorough.” “One thing is very different, though. You’ll find it out soon enough.” Rex wished himself into the sweatpants and tight t-shirt the coach had been wearing as Olivia had seduced him. He created a version of the chair the man had sat in as the girl tried to coax him into taking her virginity. He sat in the chair. “Livvie,” he said, using her childhood nickname. “You’re too damned young!” “No I’m not, Coach. You know I’m not. I’ve caught you looking at me.” “I-I’m sorry, Livvie. You’re just… you’re very beautiful. But that doesn’t mean that we should…” “Sh-h-h-h,” she said, pressing her finger to his lips. “It’s not your fault. You’ve done everything a man can do. I want you to be my first, Coach. You’re a good man, and handsome. That’s what a girl wants for the first time.” She climbed onto the chair and reached her hand down the front of his sweats. She stroked him gently and then slid herself up so that they were chest-to-chest. She slid down, guiding him to the entrance of her tight little pussy. Full-grown Olivia was lost in the moment, lost in the memory. It didn’t even strike her as strange that it hurt a little as the big cock pressed against opening. She had taken bigger through the years, without pain. But this memory, this moment, had been slightly painful as her virgin pussy tried to accommodate the head of the full-grown man’s shaft. “Oh, Livvie, Livvie,” Rex moaned, kissing her and running his tongue along her braces. Then, he began to push up into the beautiful girl’s tight and wet pussy. “OWIE! Oh, my god!” she exclaimed after Rex had only gone a little ways into her—and struck her hymen—a hymen she had broken masturbating and not had when she properly lost her virginity. “Thank you, Rex!” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. She nodded; Rex pushed in and tore it away. “OH! OW! Oh my god, I love it!” she cried. “Make love to me! Please, make love to me!” Rex rose up and the tiny dancer held him closer, wrapping her legs around his hips. He took her to the bed and put her down flat. Rex tenderly made love to her like a kind man taking a virgin. “Oh, it’s wonderful,” she whispered in his ear and covered his face and neck with warm kisses. He had made her as tight as she had been that day, and somehow the moment had restored her sense of wonder with it all. He could tell that it still actually hurt a little, and Oksana/Olivia/Livvie was rediscovering the instant when she first thought that maybe she liked it to hurt just a little. She dug her heels into the back of his legs and urged him into her with hands on his backside. Then, she moaned in wonder as he spiraled in and out for a while. “You’re a great lover, Livvie,” he said, feeling like he was talking to a girl on her first try. Rex, the man who wanted to be a time traveler, had once again come as close as a god might without destroying the universe. He had taken this woman to kinds of ecstasy that only a woman who knew what she wanted and was finally getting it could reach. AFTER THAT, he took her teenage virginity. “OH, I’m gonna cum!” she cried. “Oh, YES! Oh, YES!” She clung tightly to his neck and shook as the powerful orgasm took her. Rex added a few more strokes into her tight hot little box and then drove deep up inside of her, emptying his testicles into her womb. “Oh, god! That was so good!” she whispered as he finished. She kissed him on the lips and then seemed almost surprised to see Rex’s face looking back at her. “Thank you,” she mouthed, tears in her eyes. “It was incredible,” she added softly, almost reverently. Rex thought about going a few more rounds with her. He wasn’t going to ever have her again. He didn’t love her, and there was a world full of hot women and adolescent girls he didn’t love but wanted to fuck. But, he decided this was a good place to leave things. “It’s time to put you back in the real world, Olivia,” he said. She nodded. “I really enjoyed myself. I’ll get that article into the paper so the parents don’t ask any questions about where the girls were.” She smiled. She loved her girls. They would be so happy to see their pictures in the paper. Rex kissed her, and then she reappeared, standing next to her car, back in the little black dress and her keys in her hand. For a moment, Olivia wondered if it had all been a dream. If it had been, her dream left a delightful puddle of goo in her backside and a sweet soreness in her pussy. She reached down and touched herself. He had left the hair. She quickly reached to her mouth. The braces were gone, thank the gods. Madame pressed the button and the car chirped as the doors unlocked. She smiled and decided that life could be pretty wonderful sometimes. Rex watched her without ever leaving the dungeon. Then, he smiled and closed his eyes to sleep. “You spit in her face?” a familiar voice asked. Rex opened his eyes to see Hermes and Calliope standing at the foot of the bed. “Like you’ve never done it, my lord” Rex answered. He raised an eyebrow to Calliope. She, as was her habit, said nothing. She did break away from his gaze and seem to be distracted by nothing. She pointed to the thing on the far side of the dungeon that Rex couldn’t identify and decided to cross and check it out. The messenger god sat at the foot of the bed. “Well?” “I found something I like.” “Yes, you did. And you found out that you’re really not as mean as you thought you might be, didn’t you?” “I sure like pretending I am, though.” “You’re just kinky, my friend. Just a little kinky.” “Boss? With all this power… why are almost all my explorations about sex?” “Well, first off you’re male. Secondly, I think you know who you are with most things, but with sex you didn’t really know. And third… well, there might be another reason, but I can’t tell you that right now.” Rex accepted that. He had long been aware that there was more going on than he’d been told. “Am I still in good standing with the powers that be?” “Indeed.” “How are things for the rest of the cohort?” “Jason’s feeling a bit glum. He and his cousin ended things badly.” “Sorry to hear it.” “Eh. Kids. What ya gonna do?” Hermes rose and stood looking down at Rex. “There are still trying times ahead, my friend. Trying times, indeed.” “Can I have any clues as to what they might be?” “Oh, I have no idea what they might be. Prophecy is Apollo’s domain. It’s just that in thousands of years of existence, I have learned one thing. Well, two. But the first one is that there are always trying times ahead.” Hermes and Calliope vanished from the dungeon. Rex slept with a contented smile on his face. +++ Hermes left his young friend alone and happy. He was glad that Rex was enjoying a moment of contentment and joy. He excused himself from Calliope’s company and answered Zeus’s summons to Olympus. Zeus looked sadly at Hermes. They both hated what had to transpire in the coming days. Hades stood beside Zeus. “We need to know which one to choose,” the king said softly. “I’m afraid it’s time.” Hermes took a deep breath. He did not want to answer. “The Alpha,” he said at last. “Why?” Hades asked with his usual chilling simplicity. “The redhead still follows Yahweh’s boy,” Hermes answered. “The lusty one follows HIM?” Hades asked. “Oh, they can be every bit as naughty as our followers. They’re just usually more discrete about it,” Zeus said with a sad chuckle. “Yes, I suppose that is best. The Alpha follows one of ours, and I have no desire to anger Yahweh or his son again.” “Last time we did, they kicked our ass the hell out of Rome,” Hermes said, nodding in agreement. “The Alpha it is then,” Hades said. “Now?” “No. Let Rex have one last good night, if you don’t mind,” Hermes said. “We’ll see if he tears the universe apart tomorrow.” |
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