This is the story of a time, long ago,
A time of myth and legend.
When the ancient Gods were petty and cruel,
And they plagued mankind with suffering.
A time when the true nature of sexual pleasure
Remained a mystery to mankind.
They knew nothing of sexual organs,
And the pleasure that lay hidden within…
This is the story of Gabrielle’s discovery
of that mysterious realm of sex.
Chapter 1
Prologue
This story is a sequel to an actual
episode aired on the television series,
entitled “THE QUILL IS MIGHTIER”.
Gabrielle gains new respect for the power
of the word when Aphrodites casts a spell
on her scroll, turning everything she
writes into reality.
To refresh your memory of the events of
that particular episode, read the
synopsis, taken from the Xena website,
below;
SYNOPSIS:
When a jealous Aphrodites expresses anger
over Xena’s growing popularity. Ares
reminds her that it is Gabrielle’s stories
that are really responsible for turning
Xena into a legend, a legend above her
godlyness.
Aphrodites decides she must do something
to stop Gabrielle’s tales of Xena’s
exploits and that night, she steals into
their camp. As she secretly eavesdrops on
their conversation, she is pleased to hear
Xena urging Gabrielle to try her hand at
fiction rather than recount their latest
adventure. Intrigued by the idea,
Gabrielle starts a new story in which she
herself is the hero and Xena has gone
fishing. When Gabrielle drifts off to
sleep, the invisible Aphrodites snaps her
fingers and a strange aura passes over the
scroll.
The next morning, Gabrielle awakens with a
start when five barbarians come riding out
of the woods straight towards her. She
amazes herself as she fights them off in
brilliant Xena-esque style. When Joxer
suddenly pops up from the bedding beside
her, she deflects a dagger meant for him
and drives off the screaming barbarians.
Gabrielle quickly realizes that the
morning’s events mirror exactly what she
wrote in her scroll the night before and
further, that whatever she writes is
somehow turning into reality.
Soon, a cocky Gabrielle is creating
scenarios all over town. But when her pen
starts to cause serious trouble, Gabrielle
resolves to put it aside forever. Joxer,
however, convinces her that her writing
just needs some judicious editing. Eager
to use the scroll to end war, Gabrielle
inadvertently divests Ares of his godhood
when she writes that war has lost all its
power. An outraged Ares falls at her
feet. Then, as she quickly tries to
reverse her mistake by writing that the
force that enchanted the scroll is
stripped of its powers, Aphrodites falls
from above, as helpless as Ares.
As the two ex-gods clear their heads, Ares
admits that he manipulated Aphrodites into
going after Gabrielle in order to get Xena
out of the way. He confides that he has
an army assembled and ready to attack the
surrounding valley, but promises to call
off the assault if his powers are
restored.
Meanwhile, as Ares’ commander Thelonius
and his lieutenant Munk continue to wait
for the signal to attack, Gabrielle and
the others decide that they must bring
Xena back in order to straighten things
out. But as careful as Gabrielle tries to
be in describing Xena’s return, her
written words result in the arrival of
Minya, an old friend and Xena wannabe.
After several additional attempts fail to
produce Xena, Gabrielle and her cohorts
set out to find a trout stream or fishing
hole, hoping to locate her.
Later, in his never-ending quest to win
Gabrielle’s heart, Joxer jots down the
beginning of a limerick on Gabrielle’s
enchanted scroll, producing three naked
dancing Gabrielles, who are quickly
dispatched to the caves. He then trades
his scabbard for a beautiful necklace for
Gabrielle, unaware that she has hidden her
scroll inside it. Gabrielle sends Joxer
to wait in the caves and takes off with
the others to find the peddler who has the
scabbard.
Soon Gabrielle and Ares are hot on the
peddler’s trail, which leads towards the
caves. Upon entering, they find Joxer,
the five barbarians, the three naked
Gabrielles, and all the other characters
causing trouble in Gabrielle’s stories.
Pretty soon, everyone is chasing everyone
else to get the scroll. Gabrielle finally
grabs it and before losing it again,
writes that the scroll finds Xena. When
the peddler runs out of the caves with the
scroll, pursued by Minya, the barbarians
and the naked Gabrielles, Thelonius takes
this to be his signal to attack. A short
while later, back at the caves, Gabrielle,
Joxer, Ares and Aphrodites are surprised
by Xena, who arrives with the scroll in
one hand, pulling a huge wagon of fish
with the other.
After questioning Aphrodites closely, Xena
concludes that they must write the truth,
with no embellishments, in order to break
the spell on the scroll. Xena instructs
Gabrielle to write down everything she
does, exactly as she does it. She then
begins attacking Thelonius with a
slingshot, flinging fish at him and his
army, as Gabrielle and Joxer carefully
observe and report from the sidelines. A
huge battle ensues, leaving dead fish
everywhere. Soon, Aphrodites and Ares are
back to being gods and quickly disappear.
With the fight finally over and everything
back to normal, there’s nothing for
Gabrielle to write but “The End.”
Chapter 2
Xena and Gabrielle were enjoying a quiet
meal in the local tavern, at their latest
rest stop. That is until a Royal
messenger entered the establishment to
finally locate the Warrior Princess.The
messenger approached their table and
handed a scroll to Xena, bearing the Royal
seal of Athens. Xena opened the parchment
and read its message:
I Leasius, King of Athens,
Humbly request your presence before
Athens war council for discussions
as to measures to be taken over the
recent incursions, by the Spartans,
along my Kingdom’s borders.
It would appear that the Spartans were
preparing for yet another invasion upon
Greek soil. And the King, having heard of
Xena’s successes against them, wished her
council heard.
Since this would only involve discussions
and military strategy, Gabrielle saw no
need to hold Xena back. She knew and
understood the urgency of this summons.
Xena and she both realized that the
Warrior Princess could reach Athens in a
matter of days, if she allowed herself the
luxury of riding her steed ‘Argo.’
After studying the message and discussing
it among themselves, Gabrielle convinced
Xena to go to Athens without her. The
urgency of the situation demanded it.
They would meet up afterwards in the town
of Dialecles, which was about midway to
Athens.
Once this was agreed upon, Xena left the
tavern with the Greek messenger. So, with
one of her trademark leaps, she mounted
her steed, Argo, and rode off towards
Athens. Of course in her rush to leave,
she left Gabrielle behind to pick-up the
tab for their meals.
As Gabrielle was counting out Dinars into
the outstretched hand of the tavern owner,
she mumbled sarcastically:
“Oooh! You’re going to owe me big for
this, Xena,” Gabrielle swore under her
breath.
“What was that, Missy?” Gruffed the
potbellied owner.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” she answered,
looking up in surprise.
“Fine,” he said, stabbing his stubby
finger in the palm of his open hand for
his full payment.
“Seven, eight and nine. There!” She
finished paying. “The food wasn’t worth
nine Dinars, but never let it be said that
I don’t pay my debts.”
With that, Gabrielle returned to her table
to pick up her belongings. Looping a
strap to her staff, she passed it over her
head to rest on a shoulder. Next she
passed the cord of her rucksack over her
other shoulder. The rucksack, of course,
contained her scribe tools. Rolls of
parchment, her quills, as well as a number
of sealed containers for her finished
works.
Satisfied that this arrangement of her
effects would free her hands for writing,
Gabrielle left the tavern and started
walking down the road. She picked her
direction and headed off towards her
rendezvous at the town of Dialecles.
Since she was going to be alone for the
next couple of days, Gabrielle expected to
be able to catch up on her stories of
Xena’s adventures.
Finding the walking rather boring after a
couple of miles, Gabrielle pulled out a
fresh parchment from her pouch, as well as
one of her quills. She breathed in the
fresh parchment, as she always did.
“Nothing like the smell of a fresh, new
parchment to get the writing juices
going,” she said in total exhilaration.
While still walking, she put quill to
parchment, and began writing as she
continued to hike down the road. She
figured that writing would make the time
go faster, and give herself a start on the
stories.
As she continued walking and writing, a
swirl of mystical energy was forming
alongside of her. Aphrodites, the Goddess
of Love, materialized alongside Gabrielle.
However, being a Goddess her presence
remained invisible to mortal eyes. Her
*sheer robe revealing her naked Godly
beauty, her golden bush sparkling with
energy.
*(TV censors forced the bikini undies on
the show)
Remaining invisible, Aphrodites glared and
stalked the unaware Gabrielle. She was
still pissed off about Gabrielle’s
stories, which continue to raise Xena’s
popularity above her own. This adulation
over Xena continued to generate further
acts of vandalism on her temples. And she
didn’t like that one bit. She vowed that
she’d get even with this blonde bitch.
Aphrodites continued to walk alongside
Gabrielle as she pondered what torment she
could inflict on her mortal nemesis.
A few more minutes passed before another
swirl of energy joined them. It was her,
black leather clad, punk nephew, Strife.
Strife’s eyes ogled his Aunt’s attributes.
His tongue hanging out like a panting
dog’s.
“How ya doin’, Auntie Aphrodyke?” He
slurred, as he reached out to try and cop
a feel of her breasts.
“Aphrodites! You moron,” she corrected
him angrily. “A-PHRO-DI-TES!”
And with a long distance bump of her curvy
hips, sent him flying into a nearby
boulder.
“Bitchin’!” He exclaimed, as he rejoined
the two women dizzily, trying to shake the
cobwebs out of his head.
Both Gods traveled along either side of
Gabrielle, who remained oblivious to their
presence.
“Who’s blondie?” Inquired Strife.
“Her name hissss Gabrielle. Sssshe’ssss a
ssssscribe,” Aphrodites hissed.
“Oooooh! I heard of her. Uncle Ares told
me all about your last encounter,” Strife
interjected gleefully. “Let me see now.
Oh yeah! Because of her, you were demoted
below a mortal. Now what was her name?”
He paused briefly as he feigned thinking.
“Oh yes! Below Xenaaaaaaah!” Strife
yelled out as Aphrodites sent him
careening into the boulders once more.
“As if!” Aphrodites responded. “Buzz off
okay. I had an off day.” She said
defensively.
“Fine, fine. Whatever.” He huffed back.
“What are you doing here anyway, twerp?”
Aphrodites asked finally.
“Uh! Ah! Its gramp’s Zeus,” he conceded.
“He thinks I’ve been hangin’ around uncle
Ares to much. He says that I should play
nice with my mortals. Yada! Yada! Yada!”
He finished explaining, glaring upwards
while mimicking with his hand. “So he
sent me here to get some pointers from
you.”
“Really!” The Love Goddess squealed in
delight.
“Yeah, yeah! So what are ya doin’
following blondie?” Strife quizzed her.
“She owes me big time!” Aphrodites
answered sternly.
“So what’s your plan,” he asked, rubbing
his hands gleefully.
She paused before answering, “I… I… Oh
I don’t know!”
“Mind a friendly suggestion, Auntie?” He
asked her.
“OK! Go ahead. What?” She conceded.
“Welllll! Your last punishment on
blondie. You gave her parchment the power
to cause things. Right?” He asked.
“I know that!” Aphrodites shouted back at
him. “Go on.”
“And you thought that was punishment. AH!”
He slapped his knees as he laughed at the
Goddess.
Aphrodites just scowled at him and drop
kicked him into the trees without ever
touching him.
Hearing the crashing trees in the forest
nearby, Gabrielle scoured the area, but
could not see anybody skulking nearby.
With the Gods remaining invisible, she
wouldn’t have. Satisfied that there was
no danger, she resumed her trek towards
Dialecles.
Strife emerged from the forest dizzily and
rejoined his Aunt and Gabrielle.
Stumbling dizzily towards the pair.
Aphrodites was waiting patiently, tapping
her foot to the ground. Strife approached
cautiously with his arms raised
defensively. Just in case.
“So, what’s your point, Dweeb?” She asked
her nephew.
“Wel… well, you gave her a power as a
punishment,” he went on. “And I’ve
noticed that these mortals accept any
power as a gift, not as punishment.”
Aphrodites paused to consider this and
reluctantly had to concede that her
useless nephew my have be right on this
particular occasion.
“So, what would you suggest?” She asked
him.
Strife was pleased with himself. One of
his stuffy elder Gods was asking him. Him
for ideas. He began rubbing his hands
together, while looking around for
somekind of mischief he could create
against the unwary Gabrielle.
While this discussion was going one
between the two invisible Gods, Gabrielle
continued along the road. Writing down
Xena’s latest exploits on her parchment.
Oblivious to the danger that was to befall
on her.
Chapter 3
Gabrielle had been writing for the past
few miles without incident and she wasn’t
paying attention, as she should have, to
the path ahead.
That’s when Strife spotted what he needed
for his plan. He turned to Aphrodites
with a wide grin on his face.
“I’ve learned from uncle Ares, that the
best way to punish a mortal is physically
or by humiliation.” He explained to his
Aunt, gleefully.
“Yeah! So?” Aphrodites asked.
Without saying a word, he stuck out an
invisible leg in front of the unwary
Gabrielle. She found herself suddenly
tumbling forward into a deep mud hole at
the side of the road. With a loud splash,
she belly-flopped into the slimy pit.
Clapping her hands joyfully and jumping up
and down like a teenager, Aphrodites
giggled at Gabrielle’s predicament.
For his part, Strife was enjoying the
spectacle of seeing his Aunt’s tits
bouncing before him.
“Damn, damn, damn!” The head Gabrielle
exclaim, as she clawed herself out of the
mudhole.
The mud pit wasn’t very deep, only about a
foot. But that was enough to submerge her
slim body completely when she fell in, if
only for a few seconds. The end result
was that the young blonde beauty was
covered from head to toe with the slimy
concoction.
For added fun, Aphrodites zapped the slimy
mud so that it would be very difficult for
Gabrielle to remove it. It now had the
consistency of slimy tar, brownish in
color.
Sitting on the ground, after extricating
herself, Gabrielle used her fingers to
scoop the slimy substance clear of her
eyes. Next she inspected herself. What
she saw was disgusting. The gooey mud
covered everything. Her hair, her
clothes. She could even feel slimy globs
of it sliding down her cleavage.
Then she panicked as she remembered her
scrolls. Reaching into her rucksack to
check, her hand disappeared in a sack full
of the slimy mud.
“Oh no!” She exclaimed sorrowfully.
The two invisible Gods sat nearby to watch
Gabrielle’s struggle. Aphrodites smiled,
pleased at her mortal nemesis’ misery.
She then slapped Strife’s back in
approval.
“Nice going nephew!” She complemented
him.
“Uh!? Oh yeah. Thanks,” not used to
approval from his elders.
“So, what’s next?” Aphrodites asked in
excitement.
“Patience Auntie,” he told her. “We have
to let this one sink in first.”
They turned their attention back to
Gabrielle who had emptied the contents of
her sack to the ground amidst a splash of
the tarry mud. Right off, she could see
that her quills and fresh parchments were
a loss. But the tube containers,
containing her finished work, remained
sealed. So maybe not all was lost.
She decided not to open them immediately,
to check, until she got cleaned up first.
Strife zapped her rucksack and made her
money pouch disappear. When Gabrielle
discovered that she had also lost all of
her money, which left her penniless. With
no means to pay for a bath, or food at an
inn. Which means that she would have to
find an alternative means to wash herself
clean of the this slimy mud.
Strife just fell on his back as he laughed
so hard.
While considering her options, Gabrielle
recalled hearing a waterfall about a mile
back. Packing her scroll containers back
in her mud soiled bag, she got up ready to
head back.
Aphrodites and Strife each zapped the
hapless Gabrielle once more. The Love
Goddess wanted this mortal humiliated to
the fullest.
Not yet realizing that her misfortune was
from the pair of tormenting Gods,
Gabrielle discovered how truly invasive
the slimy mud really was. Once on her
feet, she discovered that her skin boots
were filled, thanks to Strife, and it
oozed squishilly between her bare toes.
(It felt like Vaseline.)
Things got worse when she took her first
step. The slimy mud had managed to
infiltrate her vaginal tunnel, past her
pussy lips, and had filled her completely.
Compliments of Aphrodites. That first
step allowed a small glob of mud escape
her pussy. It ran down her leg and looked
like feces. Gabrielle blushed in
humiliation of it.
She knew that it wasn’t shit. But to a
passerby, they could easily mistake it for
that. So to avoid any embarrassing
encounters, she decided that she had no
choice. Clamping her legs tightly to hold
the substance in, she began waddling down
the road towards the waterfall.
The two Gods laughed uncontrollably as
they followed their mortal prey down the
road. Strife was also enjoying the sight
of his Aunt’s jiggling tits from her
laughter.
The awkward stride that Gabrielle was
forced to use was extremely tedious and
slow. It took over forty-five minutes
before she began to hear the waterfalls
again. By this time, some of the slimy
mud was beginning to cake on her smooth
skin.
Strife transported himself, instantly,
ahead to see what other misery he could
inflict on poor Gabrielle. That’s when he
noticed the sign.
Walking over, he read it:
“SACRED WATERS
TRESPASSER
WILL BE DEALT
HARSHLY”
Looking down the road at Gabrielle’s
approach, he grinned mischievously. With
one Godly tug he pulled a small tree out
of the ground nearby and planted it in
front of the warning. Thus hiding it from
Gabrielle’s view as she got closer.
Gabrielle could hear the waterfall clearly
now. It was just off the road in the
forest.
‘Good,’ she thought to herself. ‘I’ll be
able to bathe in privacy.’
Making her way through the bushes, she
broke out in an opening. And what greeted
her was out of the Elysians Fields. A
crystal clear lake with a waterfall
cascading off of a cliff on the opposite
side.
Dropping her staff and rucksack to the
ground, she approached the waterline and
gracefully dove in. A her slim body
torpedoed under the surface, a trail of
muddy water dirtied the pristine waters as
some of the mud peeled off of her body.
Gabrielle broke the surface fifteen feet
from shore. She leisurely swam closer to
shore and began removing her clothing, one
item at a time. This allowed her to wash
them out.
First came her boots, as globs of the
slimy mud came oozing out of them. Once
satisfied that they were cleaned out, she
tossed them unto the shore to let them dry
in the sun.
Next was her top. It felt nice to have
her breast freed from the tight confines
of it. The cool caress of the water was
very relaxing. She washed off the mud and
tossed that garment to shore as well.
There was only one final piece of clothing
left. Her loincloth and wraparound skirt.
These come off with a single tug.
Gabrielle was now completely naked. But
she didn’t care. No one was around to spy
on her. Unbeknownst to her, the two
invisible Gods were enjoying her
striptease swim.
Strife was ogling the naked mortal before
him. Granted, she wasn’t as stunning as
his Aunt, but he had to admit that she was
put together well.
Aphrodites admired Gabrielle’s naked form
as well. She like what she saw. Being
the Goddess of Love, she had seen plenty
of naked bodies. Males, females, humans,
Amazons, Centaurs and what nots. She had
to admit, even to herself, that Gabrielle
was one of the better specimens that she
had ever encountered. Not as good as hers
of course, but nice.
Gabrielle busily scrubbed her skin, trying
to get that clinging mud off of her. It
stubbornly clung to her skin. Thinking
that maybe the rushing spray of the
waterfall might help, she turned and dove
under to swim towards the opposite shore.
Her naked butt breaking surface
momentarily as she dove, to Strife’s
pleasure.
Aphrodites and Strife followed Gabrielle’s
swim, levitating themselves a foot above
the water. Gabrielle began to backstroke
towards the falls. Her naked breasts
skimming just below the surface. The
rushing flow of the cool water across her
tits were causing her nipples to stiffen.
The two Gods were enjoying her naked form
below. At each stroke, her breast would
shuffle from her right side to the left,
and vice versa. This to and fro movement
was like a gentle massage to Gabrielle,
relaxing her inhibitions further.
When she finally felt that she was close
enough to the falls, Gabrielle swam in
place to check it out.
The falls were much too powerful to risk.
But off to the left was an offshoot that
looked promising. Not as much water was
coming down, there. And there was a flat
rock shelf for her to stand on.
She approached it cautiously and climbed
out of the water. Her sultry movement as
she walked out of the water was a sight to
behold. The shelf was steady and not too
slippery. Taking a breath, she stepped
under the cascading water.
Chapter 4
The constant pounding of the water against
her firm tits was causing them to almost
vibrate on her chest. It was like
receiving a nonstop massage. Gabrielle
luxuriated under this and pushed out her
chest further.
Then, reluctantly, she decided that it was
time to wash away that slimy mud. Under
the powerful force of the falls, the
stubborn mud began to break away.
After a tedious twenty minutes,
Gabrielle’s hair was finally clean of it.
Next was the crusty layer clinging to her
alabaster skin. Some of it came loose
easily and other areas were more clingy.
On such area were her breasts.
Gabrielle found that she had to mangle her
tits out of shape to break off the crusted
mud. This is when Strife decided to help
out. He slipped behind the unaware
Gabrielle and merged his hands into hers.
Her hands were now under his control.
What he did, they did. What he felt, she
felt.
He began by running his/her hands across
her chest. Then squeezed each breast
tightly. This caused a soft gasp to
escape from Gabrielle’s lips.
“Mmmmmmh!” Gabrielle was thinking to
herself. “That feels nice.”
He would then guide his/her fingers to her
protruding nipples and tweaked them
sharply. This time, a gasp of pain came
from her, as she shifted her weight to the
other leg.
“Oh!” She exclaimed.
Gabrielle didn’t know what was going on
with her. She had never experienced such
feelings in her life. She ha had now
sexual history before this moment.
Sure, she was married briefly once. But
she was widowed before it could be
consummated, when Callisto murdered her
husband on their wedding night. So
despite having been married and widowed,
Gabrielle was still a virgin.
Strife continued to manipulate his/her
hands over her pert tits. Squashing them,
squeezing them together and even lifting
them up towards her face. This gave him
the idea to merge his head to hers.
This done, he guided his/her face down and
began suckling on the stiff nipples
alternately. After a few minutes of this,
he separated himself from her and stepped
back to watch.
Gabrielle was like a programmed automaton.
With no further urging from Strife, she
continued to suck and massage her own
tits.
“Oh Cool!” Strife exclaimed, in glee.
“Well done Strife,” Aphrodites
interjected. “You’ve triggered lust in
our plaything.”
The mud was now long gone from her tits
and chest before Gabrielle reluctantly
resumed her cleaning herself.
Her waist, hips and legs caused little
trouble. But the last spot was the one
area that she fretted the most. She now
had to clean out where she peed.
“Yeuch!” She said aloud.
She was completely naïve, sexually, and
did not yet know of the power that neither
region was about to unleash upon her. But
Aphrodites’ assistance, she was about to
discover a whole new level of sexual
gratification.
Reluctantly, hesitantly, Gabrielle lowered
a hand down between her legs and inserted
a single finger into her pussy, and began
scooping out some of that slime. Her love
tunnel was completely filled with the vile
substance, Aphrodites had made sure of
that. So just the insertion of that
single digit forced some of it out.
Seeing that first glob, ooze out of her so
easily, raised Gabrielle’s hopes that it
wouldn’t be so difficult. She hesitantly
inserted her finger again and scooped out
a bit more. She didn’t dare go to deeply
for fear that she would hurt her innards,
and so didn’t go beyond her first finger
joint.
Aphrodites looked on in frustration.
“This girl doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
She told Strife.
Floating down to the naïve blonde,
Aphrodites followed her nephew’s earlier
example, and merged her hand to
Gabrielle’s probing hand.
Strife floated horizontally above them and
watched in anticipation at what his Aunt
was about to do.
The Love Goddess immediately shoved
‘their’ finger past the second knuckle.
Gabrielle was shocked at what she had just
done to herself. She naively thought that
her hole was very shallow, and yet her
finger disappeared deeply inside of her.
With Aphrodites’ guidance, ‘their’ finger
continued to scoop out the goo from her
vagina. The Goddess made sure that a
steady in/out fucking pace was maintained
in doing so.
Gabrielle was finding the constant rubbing
against her vaginal walls exhilarating and
her breathing was becoming more shallow
with each stroke.
The Aphrodites inserted a second of
‘their’ fingers into Gabrielle’s clenching
pussy. She still didn’t understand what
was happening to her. All she knew was
that it was too good to let it stop now.
A few more strokes and the last of the
goop had vacated the blonde mortal’s
pussy. Now Aphrodites could accomplish
what she really wanted ever since she saw
Gabrielle’s naked body.
Concentrating, she was able to give
substance to her tongue and lips, while
still remaining invisible to Gabrielle.
In this state, her Godly face approached
Gabrielle’s pussy. Then, reaching out her
tongue, she licked the young blonde
woman’s pussy lips. All the while
continuing to finger fuck her with ‘their’
fingers.
“Ooooooh!” Gabrielle moaned out loud.
A smile crept across Aphrodites’ face, as
this was not an unusual reaction to her
ministration. But it was a reaction that
pleased her everytime. She ducked her
face back into, the now squirming mortal,
crotch and resumed licking and sucking on
those blood engorged pussy lips. Oh, how
she loved the taste of those succulent
pussies. She could never tire of it.
At that moment, ‘their’ fingers made
contact with an obstruction deep inside of
Gabrielle’s pussy.
‘Her cherry?’ The discovery of
Gabrielle’s hymen surprised the Love
Goddess.
She had assumed that this beautiful young
woman would have been deflowered a long
time ago. But obviously, this wasn’t the
case.
Aphrodites contemplated stealing
Gabrielle’s virginity in this degrading
masturbation for a moment. But her
brother, Hercules, had instilled a sense
of conscience into her, and so she
couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Strife looked on excitedly as his Aunt,
Aphrodites, resumed licking the blonde
mortal’s pussy. His tongue was wagging
out of his mouth like the mutt that he
was. Then his eyes really bugged out when
he saw his Aunt’s lips trap the mortal’s
clit and proceeded sucking it eagerly.
While at the same time, continuing to
finger fuck Gabrielle’s pussy hole.
This is what Aphrodites was looking
forward to the most. Nothing revitalized
her power more than the love juices of
mortal beings. Even before Gabrielle
would cum, the Goddess’ glowing bush could
be seen growing brighter. This did not go
unnoticed by the leering Strife, and he
wanted in on this.
Since Gabrielle’s pussy was already
covered. Strife decided to go for those
luscious tits of hers. Doing as his Aunt
had, he rendered his tongue and lips
substantial enough to make contact. He
then plastered his lips on her left breast
and sucked on it hard.
“Ooooh! Yes!” Gabrielle gasped
uncontrollably.She was totally confused as
to what was happening to her body. All of
these new sensations invading her were
overwhelming her.
Then, suddenly, she was hit by the first
orgasm of her young life. Her feminine
cum shot into Aphrodites’ sucking mouth,
which she swallowed with earnest. The
overpowering force of her orgasm caused
Gabrielle’s knees to buckle.
As she collapsed to her knees, Gabrielle
just didn’t understand what was happening
to her. She assumed that it must be
something in the water that had somehow
drugged her.
“What a gyp!” Strife exclaimed.
He was somewhat disappointed. Suck as
much as he could, nothing came out of her
breast. Sure it was nice and all, but he
wasn’t getting the energized buzz that his
Aunt had obviously gotten.
‘What a doofus!’ Aphrodites though of her
feeble minded nephew.
This sexual tormenting by the two Gods
went on for a good forty minutes before
the sexual exertion that Gabrielle had
endure finally had its toll on her virgin
body. With one final, but overpowering
orgasm, she fell into unconsciousness.
She lay unconscious on the rock shelf, as
the waterfall continued pounding on her
naked body.
Chapter 5
(turn back twenty minutes)
Malykus arrived at the lake. A gift from
the God, Poseidon, to his people. Many
moons ago.
They held it, and the clearing surrounding
it, in high reverence. That is why
Malykus was here, on this day. It was his
turn to patrol the clearing and turn away
all trespassers.
He had a reputation, even among his own
people, of being overzealous. To the
point of being too brutal. In the past he
had killed trespassers at this very lake.
His leader, king Galopias, had had enough
of his brutality. The King had been
strenuously trying to keep the peace with
the neighboring kingdoms. But after each
of Malykus’ incidents, peaceful relations
would be strained once more.
This time, the King warned him to curb his
temper, or face banishment for life.
Among his people, this punishment was even
worse than death. For in death, there is
no loneliness.
“I swear my liege. I will obey your
command,” Malykus had told his King.
So the King allowed him to resume his
duties. Today, he was to patrol the
sacred lake for interlopers. And any that
he caught were to be brought before him
for judgment, unharmed.
This brings us back to the lake. Malykus
was keeping to the trees to conceal his
presence. He was nearing the lake, as he
could now hear the waterfalls.
Once at the edge of the clearing, he
stopped. He first looked along the
shoreline for intruders. Seeing no one,
he came out of the forest covering and
proceeded to patrol along the lake’s
shore.
Within a few hundred paces he came upon
Gabrielle’s discarded belongings. He
could see booths, clothing, a rucksack and
the staff.
The staff is what drew Malykus’ attention.
Its markings identified it as belonging to
an Amazon. The sworn enemies of his
people.
Oh! Didn’t I tell you. Malykus is a
Centaur. A being that is half man, half
horse.
Malykus immediately strung an arrow to his
bowstring. Finding this Amazon artifact
next to the sacred lake caused him great
concern. He scouted the treeline, trying
to locate this Amazon sow.
Then he looked towards the lake itself.
There, still visible, was a trail of muddy
water left behind when Gabrielle first
dove in. this muddy trail marred the
usually serene beauty of its surface.
This enraged him to the utmost.
He scanned the lake for this uncivilized
Amazon bitch. He couldn’t locate the
presence of anybody. But he wasn’t about
to give up the search.
And to make sure that his quarry wouldn’t
try to escape, he gathered all of her
belongings and stuffed them into his own
supply pack.
‘If the Amazon came out of hiding. She
would have nothing to cover herself with.’
He thought to himself.
With all of the clothing disposed of.
Malykus resumed his search for the Amazon
whore. He could feel its presence nearby.
He knew that eventually he would find her.
It was only a question of time. Of that,
he was certain.
He followed the shore, trying to find his
prey. His bow, always at the ready. He
would scan the treeline thoroughly, for
that was a Centaur’s weakness in battle.
The close confines of the trees prevented
a Centaur’s mobility too much.
He continued searching for a good five
minutes before he heard Gabrielle’s faint
orgasmic outcry. He stopped and tried to
locate the source of the ‘gasp’ that he
had just heard.
That’s when he spotted the blonde girl
under the waterfall. The roaring waters
is what was smothering her moaning sounds.
He looked on in disgust.
“These Amazons have no respect,” he said
to no one.
He moved closer to the falls to see what
this human animal was doing. Of course,
Aphrodites and Strife were still invisible
to mortal eyes. Even Centaurs.
All that Malykus could witness was an
Amazon whore pleasuring herself fiercely
under the sacred waters of his people. He
could clearly see that half of the bitch’s
hand was buried deep inside of her pussy.
Thanks to Aphrodites.
He watched on, as her other hand was
busily masticating her breast, with
Strife’s guidance of course. The sight of
such debauchery sickened him.
We would simply call it masturbation. But
in this era of ignorance, it was a deviant
behavior.
Then, suddenly, with a loud outcry
escaping from her lips, he saw her
collapse to the ground. There she lay,
unconscious on the rock shelf under a
constant pounding of the waterfalls.
Malykus just stood there. Not quite sure
of what action he should take next.
On the one hand, the blonde bitch was an
easy shot from where he stood. But his
oath to his King, plus a difficult
retrieval of the corpse, prevented him
from carrying out this first notion.
He decided to bide his time. The human
would eventually revive and return to
shore. Probably back where he had found
her clothing. Which reminded him that he
had her clothing in his pack. Rather than
tempt fate, he took them out and tossed
them deep into the bushes.
“There! Now, even if the sow somehow
manages to escape me, she will still have
to deal with her embarrassment,” he told
himself, pleased with his action.
He returned his attention to his
slumbering quarry. She was still
motionless after more than ten minutes
have passed. He could easily see her
chest rise and fall with each breath she
took. So he knew that she still lived.
He was amazed to see that the nubs of the
female’s nipples were as stiff as ever.
Then, movement. He looked on as Gabrielle
stirred and raised an arm to her brow.
The intense orgasms that she had endured,
at the hands of Aphrodites and Strife, had
caused her blood pressure to rise so high
that she was now suffering from one nasty
migraine. As bad as any hangover that she
had, on occasion, suffered.
Slowly, tentatively, Gabrielle raised
herself up to a sitting position. Then
she wrapped her arms around her knees and
hugged them tightly against her heaving
chest. Technically, you could describe it
as a sitting foetus position.
Malykus patiently looked on. He expected
for the Amazon sow would be heading back
for her clothing any moment now. He was
right.
Feeling better now. Thanks to the cooling
effect of the cold water of the falls.
Gabrielle stood back up on the rock shelf.
She was still confused as to what just
happened to her. But figured that no real
harm was done. In fact, she felt rather
exhilarated from the experience.
She stepped under the waterfall for a
final washdown. Mostly her own female
juices that had escaped during her
multiple orgasms. Now feeling refreshed
and clean, she stepped over to the edge of
the flat rack and dove back into the lake.
Once she surfaced again, she looked around
to get her bearings and headed back to
where her things should be. She was in
for a surprise.
Malykus watched as this Amazon bitch dove
into the sacred lake. He waited to make
sure that she was in fact returning to the
clearing for her belongings. Which he had
already discarded.
Once he was sure that was her destination,
he took off at a gallop to beat her there.
On land, a Centaur, can easily outrun any
human runner. Against a human swimming,
it would be no contest. He beat Gabrielle
long before she got there. He decided to
conceal himself in the bushes and wait for
the opportune moment to capture his first
Amazon.
‘Yes! The capture of this Amazon
interloper will do much to redeem myself
to my King,’ Malykus was thinking to
himself.
Finally, Gabrielle reached the shore. She
stayed in a deep pool, to her neck, and
looked around for any sign of peering
eyes. Seeing nobody, she emerged from the
lake. Her svelte body glistening with
water droplets under the gleaming sun.
Malykus, and the two invisible Gods,
watched silently as she approached the
spot where her clothing should have been.
He knew what to expect next.
Gabrielle stopped suddenly as she realized
that all of her belongings was missing.
Including her only weapon, her staff.
Whoever it was, left her with nothing,
absolutely nothing to wear. Even her skin
rucksack was gone.
“Ooooooh! This is just to precious.”
Aphrodites said to her nephew.
Strife had to agree. But he was enjoying
the sight of poor Gabrielle scurrying
around the bushes, naked, in search of her
clothes.
The two Gods had been so preoccupied in
their tormenting of Gabrielle that they
hadn’t even noticed who might have taken
the clothes in question. As if they would
have cared if they had.
This turn of events had Gabrielle
concerned though. Despite not seeing
anybody as she came out of the lake, her
missing clothing suggested otherwise. And
if they were still around, as she
suspected they were, she was in extreme
danger of being ravaged. Her being naked
and all.
Malykus was enjoying the sight of the
naked Amazon scurrying naked. She like a
scared rabbit, looking for a hole to hide
in, away from prying eyes.
Chapter 6
Now was the time for him to act. In one
powerful leap, he exploded out of the
bushes, landing just a mere twenty odd
feet from the scrambling Gabrielle.
With his bow drawn, Malykus shot an arrow
towards her. It struck the ground at her
feet with a loud ‘TCHUNK!’
“hold your ground, Amazon bitch!” He
ordered her.
Realizing that it was a warning shot,
Gabrielle stopped dead in her tracks, her
back turned to the Centaur. Even so, she
was modest about her nudity and covered
her tits with her hands crossed over them.
“Now this could get interesting,” Strife
commented.
Aphrodites had to agree with her
slobbering nephew, even though she didn’t
bother answering him. She was busily
trying to figure a way to make use of this
new development in further tormenting her
mortal nemesis, Gabrielle.
Seeing that his Aunt wasn’t paying
attention to him, Strife approached
Gabrielle from behind. And as before,
merged his hands into hers.
He then had his/her hands play with her
pert tits, especially the nipples. He
continued this until they regained their
earlier stiffness. And thanks to his
ministrations, her nipples were protruding
and were as hard as peas.
Gabrielle was at a loss to explain why she
was mauling her breast before her
attacker. Nor did she understand the
protrusion of her nipples. The shortness
of breath she was experiencing was also
causing her some concern.
Once satisfied of his handiwork, Strife
stepped back to enjoy what was to unfold.
Regaining control of herself, Gabrielle
ceased the massaging of her breasts.
Unfortunately, the damage had already been
done. She was aroused. She could feel a
dampness building within her loins. And
it wasn’t pee!
“Turn and face me, Amazon wench!” Malykus
ordered.
“I’… I’d rather not, if you don’t mind,”
turning her head over her shoulder
slightly to answer him.
“I said, TURN!” He shouted back at her,
pulling the bowstring with his powerful
arms.
Gabrielle could hear the creaking of the
wooden bow. A sound that she was all to
familiar with. Realizing that she had no
other choice, she began turning slowly,
shyly to face her captor. All the while,
trying to cover her nakedness as best as
possible.
Her main concern were her naked breast and
loins. She soon discovered that it was a
hopeless dilemma. She couldn’t cover one
area without exposing the other.
The best that she could manage was cover
her tits with her hands, while crossing
her legs to try and hide her cunt as best
she could.
She kept her eyes down, unable to look at
her captor in her embarrassing
predicament. This also caused her to
blush profusely before the Centaur, and
the two invisible Gods.
Seeing this pleased Aphrodites immensely.
“Finally, the blonde bimbo’s gonna get her
just dessert,” she said gleefully.
Malykus checked out her slim, naked body.
He didn’t care much for humans, much less
Amazons. He looked down on his kind that
mated with such creatures. But he had to
admit that this one was nicely put
together.
“Raise your arms, bitch!” He ordered
instinctively.
The purpose of which was to search a
captive warrior for hidden weapons. In
this instance, he couldn’t thing of where
this one could hide anything, much less a
weapon. But once the order given, he
couldn’t back down. It would make him
look like a pup, and he couldn’t allow
that. Not in front of an Amazon sow.
“Now wait a minute,” Gabrielle objected
defiantly.
Then for the first time she raised her
head up to stare Malykus in the eyes. She
could see the coldness behind those black
eyes. That’s when she knew that he was
serious, and dangerous. She continued to
stare at him as he raised his bow
threateningly.
So, reluctantly, she slowly raised her
arms in the air. She brought her hands
above her head, in the typical captive
position, thus exposing her naked tits to
the leering stare of the Centaur.
With her arms raised high, the skin of her
chest became taut, which raised her tits
into tight pointed tips. Malykus studied
her naked form with a grin.
“Typical! Only an Amazon whore would dare
to desecrate a gift of the God, Poseidon,”
he accused.
“Uh!!?” Was all that a confused Gabrielle
could respond with.
Looking back at the lake, then back to her
captor. Now she understood his attacking
her, unprovoked. Putting on her most
innocent of smiles and gesticulating with
her hands, pointing towards the lake.
“Oh! That! No, you don’t understand.
You see, I…” she tried to explain
herself.
“Silence!” Malykus roared.
He pulled out his sword to guard her. And
with his other hand, reached into his
supply pack to pull out a set of leather
shackles. These were attached to a long
rein like strap. He tossed the shackles
to Gabrielle’s feet, while holding onto
the other end of the strap.
Chapter 7
“Put those on!” Malykus ordered her.
“Why?” Gabrielle asked of him.
“Why?… Why?” Malykus couldn’t believe
this human. “Because you are my prisoner
and I’m taking you to face punishment
before my king. That’s why!”
“Well, there’s really no need for these,”
Gabrielle said, pointing to the shackles.
“Why don’t you just let me ride on your
back like a…”
Gabrielle stopped in mid sentence when the
large Centaur stomped the ground heavily
with his front hooves, angrily.
“Go ahead, Amazon bitch. Finish what you
were about to say.” He dared her angrily.
“Like a horse. That is what you were
about to call me. Wasn’t it?”
“Wellll, you do have the legs for it,” she
rebutted sarcastically.
“Do I look like an animal to you, wench?”
He shouted back at her angrily.
Gabrielle realized now that she had
crossed the line this time. Trying to
make amends, she started to plead her case
to Malykus.
“No, no. That’s not what I meant,” she
was desperately trying to find the right
words now. “Its just that it would be
much faster if I… If you let me ride
you.”
“I am not a transport service, you fucking
whore,” he roared back. “Now put those
one,” he said, as he pointed to the
shackles with his sword.
She reluctantly complied. Slipping one,
then the other over her wrists. By this
time, she had resigned herself to her
nudity, and was no longer self conscious
of her exposed body.
Looking at them, she couldn’t see how
efficient these shackles could possibly
be. They were loose at the wrist, and
with such a long strap to them, she
couldn’t understand how Centaur’s expected
to control their prisoners.
Just then, Malykus gave a sharp tug on the
strap, which immediately tightened her
wrist shackles. Next, he removed a
harness-like assembly from his bag and
tossed it over his equine body, adjusting
it accordingly.
“Lie on the ground, bitch!” Was his next
command.
Gabrielle was now getting sick and tired
of this Centaur’s verbal abuse. Refusing
this latest command, she planted her feet
firmly and slightly apart. Placing her
hands on her curvy hips, she struck a
defiant pose. Sticking her chest out,
which pushed out her tits before him. Her
nakedness was now in full display, for all
to see.
“I wish you’d stop calling me those
name’s,” she demanded. “My name is
Gabrielle.”
“I don’t give a shit,” he retorted.
Malykus then pulled suddenly on the strap
of her shackles, causing her to stumble
forward. Just as suddenly he bolted
towards her.
In a defensive reaction, Gabrielle tried
to back peddle from his rushing her. This
caused her to lose her balance and she
crashed to the ground painfully on her
back. This knocked her breath away
momentarily.
Wincing painfully from the fall, she was
not yet aware that Malykus was now
standing above her. His equine body
straddling her own naked, prone form.
When she opened her eyes next, all she saw
were his front hooves, and equine chest.
From above, she could only hear him
barking orders again.
“Now place your legs in those!” He
ordered.
Looking down along his body, she saw his
human finger pointing to another set of
shackles dangling from his equine body.
“Pl… please. Why don’… don’t you
le… let me ri… ride.” She pleaded,
between gasps, as she was still trying to
bet her breathing back to normal after
having it knocked out of her. “I… I
prom… promise not to… to try an… and
escape. Or… or caus… cause trouble.”
“Do you take me for a fool, Amazon!” He
yelled down at her from above. “A Centaur
will never allow a prisoner to ride his
back. He would be too vulnerable to
treachery and attack.”
Gabrielle considered this explanation and
could well understand the reasoning behind
it.
“Besides, why should prisoners get a free
ride, Amazon whore?” He stomped his
hooves her head.
She cringed, fearing to be struck
accidentally by the heavy man-beast.
“You are a sad warrior, or a cunning one.
Amazon.” He continued. “No, we tie our
prisoners to our underbelly. Where they
belong. Those who disobey are either
slain or dragged. Those are your only
choices, bitch.”
Gabrielle only needed a few seconds to
determine that she, in fact, had no
alternative. So, using her hands, she
managed to slip these new shackles to her
ankles.
“OK! OK! You don’t have to be a horse’s
ass about it.” She cringed at her latest
jibe, and squealed and immediate apology.
“Sorry, sorry.”
Malykus’ only response was a horse like
“Harumph!” in disgust.
Once her ankles were inserted in the loops
of these new shackles, he gave another
sharp tug, which tightened firmly as
before.
Gabrielle lay patiently under the Centaur.
Waiting for whatever was to come next.
But nothing seemed to be happening.
But in fact, above and beyond her line of
sight, Malykus had twisted his human torso
around and was busily adjusting the straps
of her restraints to the prisoner harness
on his equine back. This would take a few
minutes.
When everything was ready, Malykus began
pulling on the shackle straps.
Chapter 8
Without any warning, Gabrielle’s arms and
legs were being pulled up along Malykus’
equine side. He was pulling her up by the
strap shackles attached to her wrist and
ankles. Within seconds, she felt her
whole body being lifted off of the ground.
“Uh!!? what!!?” She could only ask,
stupefied.
She looked on, dumbfounded, as her naked
body got closer and closer to the
Centaur’s furry underbelly. Thanks to the
straps on her limbs, her arms and legs
were now wrapping themselves around the
wide equine body of the Centaur warrior.
With her legs being pulled apart by the
girth of Malykus’ body, Gabrielle could
feel her pussy lips unfurl from the
stretching open of her calves. This also
caused her love channel to open as a dark,
oval chasm between her legs. This also
caused her sensitive clit to become
totally exposed, making it extremely
vulnerable tot he prickly hair bristles of
his underbelly.
Another tug from Malykus and that contact
was made. It felt like dozens of needles
were trying to pierce her exposed clit.
This initial shock caused her to gasp out.
“Oooooh!” She cried out in pain from the
hair bristles making contact with her
sensitive clit.
The two invisible Gods were enjoying the
spectacle immensely. Strife, because he
enjoyed Gabrielle’s bondaged predicament,
which was showing new aspects of these
mortal bodies to his eyes. And
Aphrodites, because she saw this as a
fitting punishment to her mortal nemesis.
One befitting the Goddess of Love.
Malykus didn’t pay no mind to her outcry.
He didn’t care if she died on the spot for
that matter. He continued pulling on her
arm straps until he could feel her still
stiff nipples make contact with his equine
chest. His experience had taught him that
this was tight enough to secure his human
captive.
Having never captured a female human
before, he didn’t take into account the
gelatinous and malleable nature of a human
female teats. This oversight would prove
most devastating… to Gabrielle.
Believing that his prisoner was now
‘tightly’ secured. Malykus kneeled on his
forelegs in order to retrieve his bow and
sword off the ground. Gabrielle was
worried, for a moment, of being crushed
between his heavy body and the ground.
But only her loose blonde tresses actually
touched the soil.
Aphrodites and Strife looked on with
interest, as Malykus got back up. Looking
at poor Gabrielle tied to the Centaur’s
underbelly brought a smile to both their
lips.
Gabrielle’s head was tucked in between
Malykus’ forelegs. While her spread open
legs reached just past his midriff. About
a foot from his rump and crotch.
The prickly hairs was finally too much for
Gabrielle. Its stinging effect against
her tits and clit was painful with each of
his strides, as he started off for the
Centaur settlement. But strangely enough,
it also felt good.
And because she wasn’t strapped as tightly
as he thought, with each of his steps,
Gabrielle was jostled from side to side.
Causing her nipples and clit to rub
against the rough bristles of his belly.
The torturous friction against her now
hyper sensitive body became too much for
Gabrielle. She experienced a first mind
blowing orgasm after only the first
hundred yards of Malykus’ march. Her clit
exploded with her cummy juices. Spraying
his underbelly with the warm fluid.
‘The damn bitch is pissing on me,’ he
mistakenly thought to himself.
His hind quarters jumped instinctively at
the surprising spray. So powerful was her
orgasm that a few drops actually reached
the sheath of the Centaur’s cock, causing
to twitch instinctively.
Gabrielle came again a few minutes later,
soaking his underside once more. The
scent of her sex juices went unnoticed by
Malykus’ conscious mind. But his
subconscious recognized it immediately.
Slowly, his cockhead began to peek out of
its furry sheath.
Aphrodites hated to watch all of that sex
juice fall to the ground like that. But
seeing the Centaur’s cock emerge was
inspiring her towards another course of
action. The pinkish cock was emerging to
slowly to her liking though.
So, floating down to Malykus’ crotch, she
once more gave substance to her tongue,
lips and throat. And began to lick and
suck life into his mighty prick.
More and more of it emerged to her tender
ministration, as it continued to lengthen.
Aphrodites would then reach over to
Gabrielle’s soaked pussy and gathered some
of her juices. This she would spread over
the stiffening cock before her. The warm
contact of that female fluid helped things
further.
Aphrodites continued sucking on that
virile piece of cockmeat until the first
eight inches had emerged.
“This will do for my purposes,” she said.
As she reluctantly removed it from the
confines of her throat.
Strife couldn’t believe what he just saw
his Aunt do. He enjoyed watching it
though.
Aphrodites didn’t abandon the lengthening
rod. She, instead, was licking along its
length rather than sucking it. She
noticed Malykus’ balls were inflating. A
definite sign that he was indeed getting
aroused, and building up his juices.
While this was going on, Gabrielle came
twice more. These multiple orgasms were
beginning to take their toll on her bound
body. With each one, she felt fainter and
fainter. So dazed was she already that
she would slip into unconsciousness. Only
to be jostled awake by Malykus’ next
stride.
Malykus could feel his cock stiffening,
despite himself. But he paid it no mind.
He expected to have his needs taken care
of once he reached the settlement by one
of the Centaur mares.
His cock now reached a foot in length
before Aphrodites stopped ministering to
it. At this length, it was just long
enough to poke at Gabrielle’s naked
buttocks. Aphrodites moved back to admire
her handiwork.
Gabrielle had no idea what was poking her
butt with each stride that her captor
took. Her view was completely obstructed
down her strapped body. The poking
continued and became harder as the cock
continued to lengthen.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen inches were
now exposed from his sheath. Finally, its
cockhead found her gaping pussyhole and
two inches made its way in. This was the
first time that a cock had ever entered
Gabrielle’s virgin pussy.
“Ooooh!” She exclaimed, her eyes bulging
at the intrusion.
Malykus bucked instinctively once he felt
those warm pussy lips wrapping themselves
around his still stiffening cock.
Maybe I should take the time now to
describe to you the shape and size of a
Centaur’s penis now. As with its body,
being half man/half horse, so is its cock.
Its overall shape is very similar to a
human cock. It is usually of a pinkish
color and its head is like a man’s crowned
penis, rather than the blunt penis head of
a horse. Its girth will normally be the
same as a well endowed human’s.
its equine characteristics are in its
length and its balls. In Malykus’ case,
when fully extended, his cock will reach a
full two and a half feet in length.
That’s thirty long inches, people. While
his balls will bloat to the size of two
large oranges. And they will manage to
discharge a vast amount of jism.
The staying power of a Centaur will vary
between twenty to forty-five minutes. For
those that have taken a human female for a
mate, copulation would usually result in
their mate to lose consciousness from
their multiple orgasms, long before the
coupling ends.
Anyway, back to our story.
Now that those first few inches had found
Gabrielle’s pussy, Aphrodites was now
ready for the next part of her plan. She
levitated herself so that her crotch was
now level to Malykus’ face.
Strife was mesmerized at the sight of the
Centaur’s cock buried, though only
partially, past the blonde mortal’s pussy
lips. In his own naïveté, regarding
mortal intercourse. He believed this was
all that was to it.
Floating above, Aphrodites proceeded with
her own plans. She approached the
oblivious Malykus and wrapped her Godly
thighs around his head. Plastering her
golden pussy over his mouth and nose, like
a breathing mask.
Malykus, remaining ignorant of the Love
Goddess’ presence, continued on his way.
But with each breath that he took, he
would inhale more of her aphrodisiac
essence.
With those first few whiffs, his cock
surged forward a full nine inches into
Gabrielle’s vulnerably open cunt.
Breaking through her hymen by the sudden
invasion.
“Aiiieee!” Gabrielle screamed out in
extreme pain.
She had never felt such pain in her life.
She had been injured many times following
Xena around. She had received her share
of battle scars. But none had been as
painful as what she was feeling at this
very moment.
Malykus jumped in surprise at her sudden
outcry. And he also realized that his
cock was now fully buried in the Amazon’s
pussy. When his cock surged forward, he
felt it hitting the obstruction of her
maidenhead before it tore open to him. He
realized that he had broken through and
that his captive was a virgin no longer.
He never liked humans, but he had to admit
that the tightness of this one’s pussy
felt nice against his stiffening cock.
Experimentally, he bucked his hindlegs
once to drive still more of his cock into
her open womb. His cock shoved another
few inches into her bound body. Blood
could be seen trickling past her stuffed
pussy lips.
The sight of Gabrielle’s blood excited
Strife beyond his comprehension. Looking
up to his Aunt, he was amused to see the
Centaur’s tongue instinctively licking at
her still invisible pussy.
“Oooooh! That’s niccce!” Aphrodites
shuddered.
This was what Aphrodites liked best about
her Godly station. She was responsible
for getting mortals horny. But along the
way, she could always find a way to get
her own jollies. And today, it was a cunt
licking.
Strife watched his Aunt getting licked
only briefly. He was much more interested
in the fucking that Gabrielle was getting
down below. But he was also getting
jealous of the goings on. He was the only
one not getting any.
“Can I join in? Uh!? Can I? Can I? Uh?
Uh?” He was begging his Aunt.
“Oh! All right!” Aphrodites conceded.
“Now quit bothering me while I’m working.
Oooooh!”
With his Aunt’s consent to participate, he
realized that he would require a cock
himself. So he zapped his own crotch and
an eight inch black cock appeared. Like
his wardrobe, it too was covered with
studs. But since he had no concept of
what was normal in a mortal, this cock was
very thin. Only an inch in girth.
“Not bad, Uh?” He pointed to his crotch
for approval from his Aunt.
Aphrodites had to hold back laughing in
his face at seeing such a pitiful looking
prick.
“Oh yeah! Sure it is,” she tried to keep
a straight face.
Chapter 9
Strife didn’t waste any time joining in on
this ‘orgy’. He floated down under the
coupled mortals, and was floating along
beneath the impaled Gabrielle.She was
enduring orgasm after orgasm and her
juices were leaking out of her pussy in a
steady stream. It would run down the
crack of her ass before dropping to the
ground. Those warm juices were
stimulating Malykus’ cock further, causing
to continue to grow in length.
Strife was trying to figure out where he
could get into this act. Then he noticed
a vacant orifice on her body. It was her
anus.
Rubbing his hands together, he moved
closer with his studded cock. He aimed
his new tool to his intended target and
shoved upwards. Unlike her pussy, her
anus was not prepared for such an
invasion. It was resisting this new
invader.
Strife was not happy. He couldn’t
understand why it was so difficult for him
to gain entry to this mortal. He tried
again. This time his cockhead broke
through past her clenching sphincter.
“Arrggghhhh!” Gabrielle cried out at this
invisible intrusion.
This was yet another painful first for
her. Losing her virginity was bad enough,
but the pain subsided very quickly. This
was something completely different. The
pain didn’t seem to want to go away.
Mind you the studs on Strife’s cock didn’t
help matters any. He continued to try and
shove more of his tool into the tight
confines of her ass. With each stroke, he
could get more of it in. For his first
time, he was liking it. Liking it a lot.
Malykus was also feeling the presence of
something new in his captives womb. He
could feel Strife’s cock through the thin
membrane that separated her anal canal and
vaginal tunnel. Both cocks were rubbing
against each other with each stroke.
With each passing moment, Gabrielle could
finally the pain subsiding in her sore
ass. Her orgasms were now resuming at
their previous pace. One effect of that
painful intrusion. It cleared her head
completely to the fucking that she was now
receiving from Malykus. Earlier she was
near passed out.
Finally, Strife managed to bury his whole
eight inches into her shit hole. The
studs that he had added to his fictitious
cock were adding to Gabrielle’s own
stimulation. She was now squirming her
body, trying to invite those invading cock
to resume fucking into her holes.
“Oh yeah!” Strife exclaimed. “Now I know
why gramps likes about these mortals.”
He was referring the Zeus, King of the
Gods, of course. His tongue hanging out
the side of his slobbering mouth.
Malykus continued on his way, and with
each stride he would buck his cock forward
to fuck into his helpless prisoner.
Before today, he couldn’t see why some of
his herd chose human mates. Now he would
have to revise his views on them.
Aphrodites was herself too busy to pay
attention to what was happening with
Gabrielle. She assumed that she was
getting the fucking of her life. And she
was pleased with herself. She had finally
found the appropriate punishment for this
troublesome mortal.
By this time, Malykus’ cock had grown to
its full length, thirty inches. But with
the foot leeway to Gabrielle’s pussy only
about sixteen inches was inside her. He
knew that he was deep inside the human
female’s cunt, but he also knew that his
cock had not hit its deepest recess yet.
Strife was enjoying his own first fuck,
even if he was in the wrong hole. He kept
a fucking motion sending his cock into her
ass.
Gabrielle soon found that the pain in her
ass had disappeared, only to be replaced
with pleasure. She was herself enjoying
her first fucking experience. Even if it
was non consensual.
Aphrodites was finally satisfied enough of
Malykus tonguing that she disengaged
herself to check on Gabrielle’s sexual
progress. She floated down to see what
was going on.
She was aghast to see her nephew Strife
fucking his cock in the wrong hole. Even
for her, this was depraved.
“Strife, you ass!” She yelled at him.
“You’re in the wrong hole, nimrod!”
“So what,” he answered back. “It still
feels good. And besides, blondie doesn’t
seem to mind it at all.”
Looking over to Gabrielle’s face,
Aphrodites could see that her nemesis was
indeed enjoying the experience.
‘Mmmmmh! Maybe I should add this to my
sexual gifts to humanity?’ Aphrodites was
thinking to herself.
Seeing that the fucking was progressing
nicely, she decided to join in on this
carnal orgy. She placed herself at
Malykus rear end and began reaming out his
ass with her tongue.
Malykus felt the sudden intrusion to his
ass hole and reared up on his hindlegs.
Because the strappings were not as tight
as they should have been, Gabrielle’s body
slid down the now vertical cock. Driving
in still more of his inhuman length into
her bowels. She bottomed out at twenty-
four inches, leaving only the last six
inches exposed.
“Aiiiieeee!” She yelled out again from
this latest pain attack.
As her body slid down and came to a sudden
stop as she bottomed out. She fainted at
this time. Her body just hung limply on
that long staff of cock muscle.
The sudden halt caught Strife by surprise,
and he popped out of her asshole and
landed heavily on his back beneath the
rearing Centaur.
Aphrodites stepped back and watched in
pleasure as she watched this final
humiliation of her mortal nemesis.
The next thing that happened was when
Malykus came back down. Landing his front
hooves right into the prone Strife’s
crotch.
Aphrodites winced in emphatic pain.
“Oooooh! That’s got to hurt,” she said
aloud.
Clutching his crotch, Strife got up slowly
off of the ground.
“I’m okay. I’m okay,” he answered in a
squeaky voice. “No problem.”
He disappeared in a swirl of energy.
Despite his Godlyhood, he still felt pain
at the moment. Aphrodites was sure that
her nephew would recuperate in time.
She returned her attention to Malykus and
Gabrielle. She liked what she saw.
Gabrielle, helplessly impaled on that
Centaur cock and unconscious. She resumed
her ministration on Malykus, for she still
wanted him to shoot a giant load into her
enemy.
She concentrated her efforts on his balls,
and the remaining six inches of cock still
accessible to her tongue and lips. She
licked along that short span of cock and
even paused at Gabrielle’s pussy to lick
there as well. She was treated to some of
her seeping juices.
After a good fifteen minutes of sucking
and licking, Malykus finally shot his
load. It went on for nearly five minutes
before his jet of sperm finally subsided.
Aphrodites looked on as she could see the
excessive jism squirt past Gabrielle’s
clutching pussy lips.
She was not a Goddess to let such things
go to waste. She plastered her mouth to
the rim of Gabrielle’s pussy lips, and
sucked as much of the succulent Centaur
jism into her mouth.
Once Malykus’ orgasm finally subsided,
Aphrodites stepped back to admire her
handiwork.
“Well, I guess this’ll teach little miss
Scribe,” she gloated over the unconscious
Gabrielle.
And she disappeared herself in a swirl of
energy.
Chapter 10
Malykus had never experienced such an
intense fuck in his life, and he had had
his share. He stopped and tried to think
things over.
He finally came to a decision. He turned
his human torso around and loosened
Gabrielle’s straps. He lowered her softly
to the ground beneath her.
Once on the ground, he untied her shackles
and stood watch over her unconscious form.
She lay unconscious for nearly an hour
before her eyes fluttered open again.
The first thing she saw was Malykus over
her. She immediately tried to shuffle
back to escape her captor.
“Wait, don’t be scared,” Malykus called
out to her. “I won’t harm you. I swear
by Poseidon.”
Gabrielle stopped and looked up puzzled at
his change of attitude towards her.
“I may have been a bit too harsh,” he
pleaded to her. “In my judgment of you.”
Gabrielle cocked her head sideways. She
was now completely confused. First, he
treated her like a whore, then he tied her
to his underbelly. And the next thing she
knew, he was fucking… he was fucking
her.
A smile now crept over her lips. Now she
understood this sudden change. Xena had
told her of the power of the female body
over any man. She always thought that her
friend was exaggerating on that point.
Now she realized that she wasn’t.
“Wha… what’s your name?” Gabrielle
asked him.
“Malykus!” He boasted proudly.
“Mine is Gabrielle.” She held her hand
out to him. “Can we be friends now?”
Malykus looked down at the extended hand
and clasped his in her small palm. He
smiled back at her.
“Do we still have to go see your King?”
Gabrielle asked questioningly.
He paused a moment considering his
options.
“N… no, I don’t think that will be
necessary.”
“Good!” Gabrielle said happily. “Now, if
only I could find some clothes to wear?”
Malykus let out a roaring laugh at her
request. He extended his hand to her and
pulled her up on his back. He would take
her back where he had discarded her
belongings at the lake.
Gabrielle held onto his human torso
tightly, squashing her still naked breast
against his bare back. Malykus liked the
feel of those human teats against his
skin. Yes, he will definitely have to
reconsider his opinion about human
females.
Once back at the lake, they found her
clothing. While Gabrielle was dressing
before her first lover, they would be
talking. Eventually the conversation
drifted towards sex.
“I’ll be passing by again in a few weeks
with a friend of mine,” she told him.
“Maybe you could find someone for her as
well?
“Possibly!” He answered back.
“Oh! And if you could. She has a steed
that hasn’t had a mare for a while,”
Gabrielle said, remembering poor Argo.
Malykus thought it over for a few seconds
when a gleam appeared on his face.
“I have a fellow Centaur who married a
human female,” he told Gabrielle.
“So!? How can this be helpful?”
Gabrielle asked, confused.
“My friend told me once that his mate
enjoys real horse flesh on occasion,” he
explained. “I’m sure that they will be
more than willing to meet with you and
your friend.”
Gabrielle smiled in comprehension. Now
that she had finished dressing, she stood
on her toes to kiss Malykus deeply before
leaving to join up with Xena in the town
of Dialecles.
The newfound lovers parted company then.
This was the most memorable and
pleasurable experience that had ever
befallen over Gabrielle.
And if Aphrodites ever learned of this she
would most likely have lightning bolts
shooting out of her hears. Once more her
revenge was thwarted because Gabrielle
accepted her ‘punishment’ as yet another
gift of the Goddess of Love.
