Julie: Stolen by the Gods (Slaves of Olympus Book 1) Page 6

  Amanda and Natalie had wandered back close to us. Amanda said, "You've got the important parts already. All women here are slaves. Not fair, of course, but we can't do anything about it. We are always kept helpless and the men's powers are awesome."

  I worked on Georgia as we all talked.

  "I don't like being so controlled. Chained ankles, collar, wrists. Why do the women put up with it. Doesn't anyone try and fight them? I could love it here if it weren't for being a slave. This is so unjust."

  Natalie grinned and said, "Julie, I like it here. I felt just like you when I got here, but then I realized I was more alive here than I ever was at home. Sure, I get whipped sometimes, but I get amazing sex all the time. At home I just survived. My 'freedom' only meant I had to work at a dreary, repetitive job and resist advances from men I didn't want. Now, I don't have any choice and the men and women are dreamy. I'm getting the education I couldn't afford at home. You haven't had a chance to try the teaching machines here. Its amazing. Its like a computer company, a genius, and a special effects company teamed up to teach you things."

  "You're right. All I've seen here are slavegirls and supermen. What are you learning?"

  Natalie beamed, "I learned Russian, and how to play the violin and cello. I can read music too. I'm working on woodworking and Geology. You can study anything you want. Once I finished my slave training and had adjusted, I was given access to the teaching machines. I study and practice an hour or two each day, depending on my assignments and punishments. Our master once told me he enjoys having intelligent, educated women around. It doesn't hurt that I'm in heat whenever a man is around."

  Well, that's good, I think. Maybe its why I was taken. I wonder if there are many lawyers here? "That's good to know. Speaking of knowledge, does anyone know why the women are all slaves here?"

  Georgia said, "There's been a war going on for thousands of years with some people called Draks. On Earth you call them werewolves. Anyway, a long time ago, a gang of women helped the Draks invade Thale. They made a deal to let the Draks win the war and leave the women in charge on Thale. The men found out, wiped out the Draks that came here and took away the women's powers. We used to be able to do many of the things the men can do now. Like reading minds, teleportation, flying, controlling objects with our minds. Cool stuff. They enslaved all the women as punishment and to make sure we couldn't do anything like that again. We are kept helpless and powerless because the men think none of us can be trusted. That's what I've been told."

  "OK. Do you know why Earth women are brought here?"

  "No, sorry. But you people have been brought here for thousands of years."

  I finished Georgia and locked her onto the track. I went to each of the girls and kissed them goodbye. "Thanks for talking to me. I hope I'll see you later."

  Amanda said, "There's usually a free time in the evenings when we all get together. We'll probably see you there. 'Bye."

  "Guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens to me. I should get back to the house before I earn a stripe."

  I walked back to the house and entered a side door. Cotys was waiting for me. More surveillance I guess.

  "Julie, do you play any musical instruments?"

  "No, my mother gave me piano lessons when I was young. I was never good and quit after a couple of years. Why?"

  "Our master wants all his girls to play something. I'll take you to the classroom and get you started." She took my hand and led me through the lower floor of the house. We entered a long, narrow room with ten doors along a wall. The facing wall had paintings on it.

  There were small lights above each door. Two of them were glowing red. She went to one with a dark light and opened the door. Inside was a massive chair, padded. It looked like what I would expect to see in a spaceship with one glaring exception. Rising out of the seat was a huge penis, black with ribs. I stopped in my tracks. I wasn't going near that thing. It would split me in two.

  "Cotys, I can't use this. That thing will kill me."

  "Actually, this is an exact replica of your master's member. You've already had it in you. You will love it. We all do. Now, the household already has many wind instrument players. Let's start you on a string. Would you prefer a violin, cello, perhaps a zither?"

  I've always wanted to play a violin. It seemed so feminine and so sexy. "Violin, please."

  "All right." She raised her voice and said "New slavegirl. Name: Julie Henderson. Origin: Earth, United States, New York. Language: English, Upper middle class.. Subject: Violin."

  A disembodied female voice asked, "Skill level desired: Beginner, Accomplished, or Virtuoso?"

  "Virtuoso."

  The voice said, "Instruction will be complete in two hours. Please be seated." Cotys took a jar out of a small niche near the door and held it out to me. "here is some lubricant. Would you like me to help?"

  "No, I can do it." I scooped out a couple of fingers worth. It had an aroma of lavender. Nudity makes things like this convenient, I guess. I was embarrassed to do this in front of another. Her nonchalant attitude helped. It made this seem like nothing more than touching up my lipstick in a public restroom. I rubbed it into my pussy and stopped, suddenly shy.

  "Its awkward the first time. Girls who've done it a few times can't jump onto master's prick fast enough. Just stand in front of the chair and lower yourself onto it."

  I gingerly spread my legs and let myself down. I felt the tip of the dildo touch my labia. I used my fingers to spread my lips and centered myself over the tip. I let myself down and as soon as it touched my cunt lips I became aroused. I was so hot. I sat down with a plop. It felt so good. I saw Cotys leave and close the door, but that didn't seem important. The chair enfolded me in its grasp. I felt wonderful. It was like being held in master's arms while he used me. I was suffused with lust. I felt wispy tendrils of thought gliding in my head. These were almost as good as my pulsing loins.

  I was taken to wonderful heights of pleasure. I was played like a violin. I climaxed repeatedly but didn't get tired or sore. It was like the chair was strumming my brain's pleasure center and my body was just along for the ride. Finally, it wound down. I was just sitting in a chair with a massive dildo in me. I felt like I had just awakened from a good night's sleep. I used my arms to push me up. The dildo exited with a plop. I wondered about the violin lesson. I felt great, but didn't know anything about a violin.

  As soon as I had thought 'violin' a picture formed in my head of a violin. Suddenly I knew everything about them. How to make one, how to tune them, how to select one perfect for a tune. I wanted one in my hands. I stood all the way up, "Chair, thank you for a wonderful lesson."

  The room said, "You are most welcome, Julie Henderson."

  I was smiling as I opened the door. Cotys was waiting for me. She was holding a violin. A good one from its look. Old, used, experienced. "Did you enjoy your lesson ?"

  "That has every lesson I've ever had beat by a mile. Can I hold the violin? And how can you always be waiting for me?"

  She handed me the instrument and bow. "The house keeps me informed of your activity."

  I shouldered the violin. It felt like an old friend, though I've never touched one before. "I checked its tuning. "The house talks to you? And it knows what I'm doing?"

  "Yes. It talks to me mentally, like telepathy. And it knows what every girl of Attas's is doing, even if you're somewhere else. It may know what the masters are doing too, but it won't talk about a master to a slave."

  "But how does it know?"

  "Magic. Or advanced technology. I don't know. All I know is that masters are always aware of what I'm doing. You'll experience the futility of trying to hide anything from your master. Just remember, slavegirls have no privacy. Anywhere, anytime. Never lie to a Master. You've just had an intensive training session involving motor skills. You need to practice them to cement your learning. You'll stay in your room and practice for several hours. Come on." She took my free hand and led me back to my room
.

  "This is a training room. You'll get a permanent room assigned tomorrow."

  I realized this was the first time I had been in this room and able to see. I was curious how the room compared to my deductions. Cotys opened the door and we stepped inside. I was startled. The room was bigger than I supposed and had several high windows letting in a lot of light. But the striking thing was that the walls were lined with large display screens. Every one was showing images of me on Earth. Some were videos of me in meetings, on the street, entering my apartment. Others were stills of me in many candid shots. They must have been watching me for years. Some shots were from law school. There was even one of me in high school.

  "Did I ever mention that the Masters are selective in who they bring here?"

  "No, Cotys, you never did."

  She took me back to where I had spent so much time in blackness and locked the chain to my collar.

  "You will have several hours to practice. Don't dawdle. Remember you are always being watched. "

  "Yes, Mistress."

  She left. I stood there a moment. I wanted to play this wonderful instrument, but I couldn't start yet. The incongruity had me frozen in time. I was a good lawyer transported to a mysterious place called Thale. I, and every other woman here, was a naked slave. I was chained to a wall and had a ring in my nose. I was helpless and I had never been happier. Girls are silly. I shouldered the violin and began with what I somehow knew was a Mozart piece. I lost myself in music . I played dozens of pieces the chair had taught me. I played faultlessly. Quick, hard, slow, easy. Irish, Jewish, classical, hoedown. I knew so many and I was good, really, really, good. I twirled, I jumped, I danced with my music. My chains didn't hinder me. In fact I used them to accompany the instrument.

  I was lost in my music when Cotys appeared before me. I stopped playing and saw the door was open. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."

  "You play beautifully. You had no training before this?"

  "No. I could never carry a tune. I was hopeless at my piano lessons. It may be why I went into law. The education machine was amazing. I got a great orgasm and learned to enjoy and play music. I feel a whole new world has opened up for me. I feel so good. I could play all day."

  "Put it down. I have a more challenging task for you." She unlocked the chain from my collar and led me to another room. There were several girls in it. Some of them I knew and half of them were hanging by their wrists. Their hands were fastened to two foot long bars and their feet were inches above the floor. Amanda and Georgia were hanging and Natalie was standing beside Amanda. All the girls on the floor held riding crops. Cotys handed me a crop and said, "Do Georgia. You know her."

  "I was incredulous. "You want me to whip Georgia" No way. I don't have any reason to hurt her. This is cruel." I dropped the crop on the floor.

  "Ask Georgia if she wants to be cropped."

  "No. You've got her brainwashed. I won't help you."

  Georgia spoke softly, "Julie, I want to be cropped. I need it. Sure, It will hurt at first, but it turns me on. I will have three or four orgasms before you're done. I love it. Please do me?"

  Cotys said, "Julie, we all have learned to look forward to this ritual. It helps us bond and learn to trust each other. And we get the most gorgeous orgasms. You just watch Natalie and Amanda for a few minutes before you do Georgia. You'll see. Natalie, go ahead. The rest of you start too."

  Natalie drew back her arm and struck Amanda’s ass cheek hard with her crop. Amanda was facing away from me and I saw the skin under the crop depress then undulate like dropping a stone in a pond. Amanda gasped then said, “Good one. That hurt Natalie, dear.”

  Natalie responded, “it was supposed to hurt, silly girl. You know I love this part. You have the most whippable bottom in this house."

  "I know. Hit me again please. I need a few more to get over the hump to pleasure."

  "Beg me, slut. Tell me why I should push you over the hump."

  "Please Mistress. I need you to whip me. I need pain. I've been a bad girl. I'm a lazy ponygirl. I don't try as hard as I can. I quit before I'm exhausted. Pleas whip me. Please, Mistress. I'm a slut. I'm your slut."

  "Yes, You're a lazy slut." The crop whistled through the air before it sliced into Amanda's ass.

  I was enthralled by Amanda's sounds. The crack of the crop on her skin. The clatter of her chains as she kicked and twisted in air. The gasps and moans she uttered were of intense orgasm. She embraced the pain, the degradation of a whipped slut and she loved it. I wanted to be her, to feel the slice and the pain. To be utterly helpless and rely on someone else to lift me above the mundane. Someone else to change a routine existence into a vivid memory. To make me live and feel intensely. To have it flow over my senses and transform into enormous pleasure. To leave me so full of pleasure I could only gasp and moan.

  What a wondrous thing it is to be a helpless slave girl in the hands of another. I loved that a simple strip of leather could bring me such joy. I saw that whipping a girl was beautiful. It marked her and changed her forever. It made her obedient and stripped away selfishness and petty desires. It let her enjoy her senses to the utmost. By striving to discern the wishes of others she grew more aware of her own senses. She knew joy in rapt awareness and obedience. She knew pleasure from the simplest of sensations.

  I wanted to be Natalie. I wanted to wield the crop and make Amanda dance for me. I wanted to release the joy hidden in her rounded ass. I could. Georgia waited expectantly for me to deliver her from the mundane to give her pain and pleasure. I picked up the crop I had dropped. I gave in to the carnal desire to make her dance.

  "Georgia, do you want to be whipped?"

  "Please, Mistress. Please whip me. I want it."

  I whipped the crop back and forth, getting the feel for it. "I've never done this before. I expect I need a lot of practice to get it right. Tell me if this hurts."

  I swung the crop as hard as I could onto her ass. She jumped and kicked her legs and screamed in pain. I didn't need her to tell me. I could see it hurt her beautifully. She swung and twisted in air making the most pitiful moans and gasps. I loved the feeling of power, of total control over her.

  She sobbed, "Mistress, that hurt a lot. It was too hard."

  "Its supposed to hurt, silly girl. I've made the most vivid stripe on your ass. Does it still sting or did it stop?"

  "Mistress, it burns terribly. I can't stand another like that. Please be more gentle."

  "Maybe a different part of you is less sensitive. But all us girls have well padded asses. I think I can see traces of old stripes on yours. I'll just move around a bit." I aimed just a little lower on her ass and swung again. I gave a flick of the wrist just before the crop landed.

  She wailed her protest and kicked as wildly as before. I inspected the two stripes I'd made. Both were crisp red lines across her ass cheeks. They looked wonderful on her tanned skin. There was no blood. "Darling, these red lines look wonderful on you. You're making a dreadful ruckus and they haven't even drawn blood. I think I could put twenty or thirty of these lines on you and cause no damage at all."

  "Thirty! Oh no, Mistress. I couldn't stand it. I'd die."

  "Stop exaggerating Georgia. You'd just be sore over a larger area. You'd be fine."

  I loved whipping her. I suspect I was going to love whipping any girl. I didn't know Georgia, but I felt an intimate connection to her. It is inevitable that putting stripes on a girl's ass gives you a small bit of ownership. I now saw why men liked to mark their women. Its all about control. I had control of Georgia and I liked it. Sure, it was temporary, but it was real. I suspected I would soon be marked by one of these women. I didn't look forward to it, but it, too, was inevitable.

  I gave Georgia a conversational whipping. A stroke, some conversation, another stroke, and so on. I gave her a total of ten. She orgasmed on the fifth, seventh and tenth. Three is enough for and girl. The sounds she made started out as pain, but were close to those made during intercourse. I thi
nk the pain turned into pleasure on stroke four. When she didn't orgasm on number nine I upped the ante. Number ten I sent up between her leg.. It landed squarely on he labia lips. She climaxed instantly. It was the biggest of the night.

  I'll never resist an opportunity to whip a girl again. It was arousing to me almost as much as it was for Georgia. I had used my free hand to masturbate myself starting about stroke six. The earlier exercise had made me horny. I climaxed along with Georgia on the tenth stroke. I knew Cotys was watching me, but I didn't care. She had gotten me into this and I liked it.

  Chapter 6: Awareness

  Cotys woke me in the morning. After I freshened up, we went to the classroom. She said, "this morning you will learn about Thal, Earth, and Draks. You will understand how we are organized and how you fit in here. Mount the chair and relax. I'll be here when you are done."

  I eagerly mounted myself on the huge shaft and tried to relax. Once again, my arousal spiked as soon as I was on the thing. As the chair enveloped me I drifted into a gentle climax. It repeated endlessly until I finally came down.

  I opened my eyes and saw Cotys watching me. "well," she said, "get down and lets talk."

  I stood up and the phallus came out with a soft plop. I got off the chair and discovered I was hungry. "Can I get some food while we talk?"

  "Sure."

  She showed me the way to a kitchen. We weren't allowed to use our hands to eat, so she fed me some rice and vegetable while we talked.

  You know all this now, but don't remember it. I will ask you about what you learned to help you get it into focus. OK?"

  "All right. I remembered how I had just known how to play an instrument."

  "Where are we?"

  "Olympus."

  What are the men?"

  "They call themselves Thal."

  "Tell me about the women here."

  "All women are slaves. None of us have any special powers. Women with silver rings were born here. Women with gold rings are from Earth."