Seraglio of the Gods - Segment 01

Seraglio of the Gods

Chapter 01

“I hope my satyr trained you well!” These were the first words I heard you say as I crouched on the floor, held down by the heavy weight of the chain of possession. Only later would I know the full truth and violent, perverted history of that golden chain around my hips.

Still unable to speak, I looked up at you standing over me. When I saw your frown, I dreaded hearing what you’d do next. Instead, you suddenly smiled and simply said, “That’s better. I decided I prefer you with long hair.” Looking in the mirror by the front door, I was shocked to see long curly hair instead of my normally short, shaggy cut.

“Now, you may stand up, Rhea.” You looked down at the chain around my hips, and it returned to weighing no more than a feather.

When you reached to help me, I pulled away and scrambled to my feet. “My name isn’t Rhea,” I whispered. “It’s…”

You held up a hand to stop me, your frown returning. In a thundering voice, you ordered, “If I say your name is Rhea, that’s what it is from now on. I honor you with the Greek name of my mother, and you dare to contradict me?”

I’d managed to back up into the corner of the room, frightened by your anger. Standing over me, you appeared larger than life and unlike any man I’d known before. Black curly hair practically bristled with good health, and lashes that matched the color of your hair surrounded your dark green eyes. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from your mouth, and pictured it hotly pressed against my own. Where did that thought come from? went through my mind, horrified at the possibility of you kissing me.

“You will enjoy it, I promise.” When you said this, reaching down and pulling me to my feet, I found myself shaking in terror. Had I said that aloud?

You laughed and gently cupped my face in your two hands. “You can’t keep your thoughts from me." I next found my body pressed firmly against the full length of your muscular body. “Ah, my little Rhea, I see you still have lessons to learn, and I will enjoy teaching you.” Ever so tenderly, your mouth took possession of mine, and I felt your hands touching my body through the sheer nightgown.

As suddenly as you’d given me longer hair, you exchanged my nightgown for a lacy camisole. It covered me only down to the waist, leaving most of my body exposed, but I felt relief to see you had removed the golden chain. When you led me over to the sofa in my small living room, I meekly bent over and felt you caressing my naked body.

A few minutes later, you ordered me to turn and face you. I saw both your hands holding a crystal goblet with black liquid in it. Wisps of steam rose from the goblet.

“Drink this.” You ordered, handing it to me. “It’s time for the next step in your journey, and I’m growing impatient to learn how well my satyr trained you. Drink!”

I tried to sip from the goblet, but you forced my mouth open. As the goblet’s contents poured in, I swallowed rapidly to get the scalding liquid down my throat. Tears of pain flowed down my cheeks, but you ignored them. “Drink all of it, Rhea,” I heard you say, and then you removed the empty goblet. The last feeling I remember was your mouth on my lips, soothing their burning pain.

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Chapter 02

Opening my eyes, I found I was no longer in my own apartment. Around me, I noticed large silk cushions scattered around the white carpet. I came fully awake when I found myself stretched out naked on several of them. The room was nothing like my Danish modern living room. It resembled my idea of a harem with soft luxurious furnishings everywhere.

My impression of a harem increased when I saw about a dozen women in the room with me. Some were wearing clothing made of sheer veils, while others showed off their lovely body parts in varying degrees of undress. They sat in small groups or wandered aimlessly around the large room. Women of all skin colors and nationalities mingled together. There were blondes, brunettes, and redheads, all stunningly beautiful!

One naked redhead called out to the others, “She’s awake. Come welcome our newest sister.” She then turned to me with the explanation, “You’re in the seraglio of the forgotten gods.”

“I don’t understand. How did I get here? Where is here?” While asking these questions, I tried to sit up, but found myself invisibly bound and forced to remain on the bed. When I glanced down, I saw the chain was once again around my hips and pinning me to the cushions with its weight.

A tiny Asian woman, wearing only the familiar golden chain, joined us. “We’re chosen to serve the gods of antiquity. You are only the newest of many.” She smiled at my confusion. “Once he who brought you here sexually initiated you, he will choose which of the gods will be your master.” She sadly looked at the redhead who was sitting on the cushions beside me. “I was the last to arrive before you and now belong to Osiris, god of the dead. He treats me well,” She put a hand on her hip, but didn’t touch the chain, “and he promises to remove this when he feels I’m deserving of him.”

“Until then, our chains stay on until our chosen one removes them.” The redhead preened. “Ares, the Greek god of war is my chosen one. He went through many females before he discovered I could handle his violent nature.” Most of the other women now surrounded our cushions, either standing or reclining on the thick white carpet. “You will find we belong to a particular god because he requested us. Ares heard how I fought my satyr every step of the way and forcefully took me on my final day of training.” I watched her shiver in delight at that memory.

I looked around at the other women and noticed some were still wearing golden chains. Nearby, only the redhead and a brunette Amazon were free of them. When the redhead, who told me her name was Sabrina, saw the brunette coming toward us, she warned me, “That is Astrid. Watch yourself around her. For six centuries, one god after another passed her around until she ended with the Roman god of fire. However, Vulcan soon tired of her. Since he is the son of the one who brought you here, Vulcan might be the god you’ll eventually service.”

As Astrid came closer, I could practically feel the anger radiating from her. Unlike most of the other women who wore as little as possible, the brunette had on a black shorts and halter set with feathers at her shoulders. The arrogance in her body posture dared anyone to comment on her strange outfit.

Without taking my eyes off her, I whispered to Sabrina, “You said centuries? How old is she? She only looks around 20 or so.”

“Age is different here.” Sabrina stood to give Astrid room on the cushions next to me. “A day here for us could be either a decade or a century on earth. This depends on the whims of our masters.”

Astrid didn’t say anything right away. She leaned over me and tangled her fingers in my blonde pubic hair. “So this slut is going to replace me?” She then moved her hand and roughly massaged between my legs. When I tried to move away from the pain she was causing, she rubbed harder. “You’d better get used to pain if Vulcan becomes your master. I hope you like lame, ugly men because Vulcan is both.” Astrid removed her hand and stood. With one last warning, she walked away. “He removed my chain and replaced it with a curse and will do the same to you if you displease him.”

After she disappeared into an alcove, I turned my head when I felt Sabrina once again sitting on the cushions next to me. “What curse is she talking about?”

“Vulcan is casting her out, back to earth after she has aged 10 years for every century she’s been here. Astrid will go from 30 to 80 years slowly and painfully.” She motioned for the other women to leave us. When we were alone, Sabrina continued, “Vulcan can be cruel, but that’s only because his father’s wives mistreated him. He is lame, Astrid was right about that. Ugly? Not to me, but then I’ve seen his gentle side with the children of the women here.”

Without thinking, I tried to sit up again, only to feel the chain biting into my flesh. “There are children here?” I asked, resigned to remaining pinned to the cushions. “Whose children are they?”

Sabrina smiled and stared wistfully off into the distance. “Some of the gods allow their woman to have their child. Ares has not blessed me in that way yet, although I’ve told him our child would be beautiful.”

“Does Vulcan have children?” If this god became my master, I wanted to know more about him. Vague memories of learning about the ancient gods in high school were coming back to me. Before Sabrina could answer me, we heard a commotion from outside the room. All around me I saw the women falling to the ground, bowing to the two males entering the room.

The men ignored the cowering women and came straight to the cushions where I lay naked and terrified at what was about to happen.

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Chapter 03

When the two men got closer, I recognized the man who had abducted me. He and the other, younger male both wore only the briefest of material around their slender hips, and I got to examine the similarities and differences between the two of them.

It was obvious the younger of the two was the god called Vulcan. As he walked beside his father, I saw he had a definite limp. Astrid was wrong, however, in calling him ugly. The beauty of his father was magnificent in its perfection, and any female would want to throw herself at his feet in adoration. However, I couldn’t stop staring at the son.

Vulcan’s rugged looks made him look rather dangerous. He had dark hair and green eyes like his father, but his body seemed more muscular. He noticed me taking inventory of his body, and a brief smile hovered around his mouth, only to quickly disappear. He turned to his father. “Is she the one?” At seeing his father’s nod, he reached toward me, and the weight pinning me to the cushions disappeared.

Once the chain no longer held me on the cushions, Vulcan was able to lift me to my feet as effortlessly as if I were a small child. “Turn slowly so I can more closely see what my father wants me to mate with.” Those words, though said harshly, didn’t frighten me as those spoken by any other man might. I turned to face away from him and looked over my shoulder to see him watching me with narrowed eyes.

I tried not to show my hurt when I heard him say, “I guess she’ll do. She has to behave better than that last one, Astrid, you forced me to take.”

His father laughed, and then reached out for my arm. “Fine, my son, I’ll break her in first and give her to you tomorrow morning.” Instinctively I pulled away from him, frightened at what was going to happen in the next few hours.

“No, I think that’s not necessary.” Vulcan gently removed his father’s fingers from my arm. “This one, I can train myself.”

He didn’t touch me, but motioned he wanted me to walk a few steps behind him. Vulcan started out of the large room, leaving his father in shock at his son’s unusual behavior. No human and few gods countermanded his wishes, but Vulcan had done it for the first time.

Vulcan didn’t look back to see if I followed him. When we were outside the room and finally alone, he reached to painfully grab me around the waist. “You will obey me in all ways,” were his first order to me, but not his last. “If you displease me, and you probably will, I will severely punish you. Remember that!”

With that threat, he pushed me away and started down a long flight of stone stairs. All I could do was follow him, fearing what was waiting for me at the end of the stairs.

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Chapter 04

As I walked down the long flight, barefoot and naked, the chill from the stones began to go through my whole body. Along with his brief loincloth, Vulcan wore a pair of sandals laced up almost to his knees and probably didn’t feel the cold.

Thankfully, before I turned into a block of ice, we reached the bottom of the stairs and exited out into the open air. Vulcan finally remembered I was wearing nothing but skin and stopped before we met anyone else. He looked at me, and I felt soft silk against my body. He had instantly dressed me in a beautiful, cream-colored, Grecian gown that came down to my ankles. Delicate sandals were on my feet.

“Thank you,” I said, in a whisper, remembering the satyr’s rule to never speak until receiving instructions to do so. I waited for punishment that never came. Instead, Vulcan once again ignored me and started walking toward a large building on the opposite side of the yard. Men walked down paths cut into the rich green lawn, but I saw no women at all.

Vulcan saw me looking around and stopped once again. “When you are outside with me, you will look straight ahead and only at me.” He gave me this instruction in a bored voice, as if he’d said it to many other women before me.

Vulcan continued toward the building, still repeating more rules. Despite his limp, his long legs forced me to hurry to keep up with him. “Unless I require your services, you will remain where you just were, in the room of the women. If my father brings in a god to meet a new concubine, you must bow your head to the ground. This is so the minor god can’t see your beauty and desire you over his own servant. Is all of this understood so far?”

He didn’t look back to see my nod. “The room where you just were is forbidden to the gods except for my father at all other times. He has the power over all of us and is forbidden nothing.” When Vulcan reached the opposite side of the yard, he quickly entered the building. I followed him out of the brilliant sunshine into the darkness of his workplace. A forge stood in the middle of the room, and I remembered the god Vulcan was a blacksmith who made all the weapons of war for the other gods.

He pointed to an entryway at the back of the chamber. “I live back there, and that’s where you will stay whenever I call for you. A servant will escort you from the women’s room, and you will always appear dressed so no other gods can see your beauty.” He looked at me with anger in his eyes. “I do not share my women as Astrid before you just found out. My father chose you for me, and I will be the only one to enjoy your body. If you remember nothing else I’ve told you, keep in mind the punishment I gave Astrid for betraying me.”

In this way, I learned why he was sending Astrid to a sudden death when she returned to earth.

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Chapter 05

When I walked into Vulcan’s living quarters, it was like going from night to day. His work area, filled with smoke and dust from the forge, was hot and dark with tools of war scattered everywhere. His bedroom, where I now stood, was hedonistic in its décor. Colorful tapestries covered the walls, and in the middle of the room was a large bed. A thick fur blanket covered silk sheets, which appeared rumpled. It was clear Vulcan was not a tidy person.

“You will stay in here whenever I summon you.” I swung around, having forgotten Vulcan was there. “I tire of dressing and undressing you, so remove that gown and prepare yourself to service me.” With that unromantic order, Vulcan left me standing in the middle of his bedchamber and returned to the front work area.

Time passed while I wandered around, picking up one beautiful piece of art after another. Throughout the room, crystal bowls with delicate etchings on them sat on low tables next to exquisite miniature statues. One caught my eye immediately. It was a tiny copper replica of a horse, standing on its hind feet with wings outstretched. Pegasus, I thought, remembering more of my high school mythology.

“I gave you an order.” Vulcan’s angry words startled me since I hadn’t heard him return. Without warning, I found myself lying on the bed. Vulcan had not bothered to touch me. I simply was there, naked with legs spread in readiness for his pleasure. I lay there in shock at the suddenness of his action and watched while he removed his sandals and loincloth.

With no foreplay or thoughts of preparing me, Vulcan knelt between my outstretched legs and pushed himself inside me. I might not have even been there for all the emotion he showed. One, two, three times he thrust before I felt his wetness, and it was over.

Vulcan stood and redressed himself in a pair of minuscule briefs before speaking. “I’ll summon the servant to take you back to the women’s quarters. I will have her bring you back tonight if I feel a need for you again.” With that, he started back out of the room.

“Need me?” I screamed at him. “Need me? All you need is a plastic doll with an available hole. You bastard, the satyr was better at sex than you’ll ever be.” The thought of spending centuries in the bed of this uncaring god stripped me of all sense of self-protection.

Hearing my angry words, Vulcan stopped at the door and turned to face me. “You dare to raise your voice at a god?”

“A god? You’re nothing but a rutting pig, no better than the lowest of low human male. A god?” I was practically foaming at the mouth in my fury, so disappointed in what my life would be from now on I could barely speak. Looking around, I saw one of the crystal bowls near me and picked it up.

“What is wrong with you?” Vulcan looked puzzled when he started coming back toward me. “I honored you with my body, and you are angry? Why?” He didn’t duck fast enough when I threw the bowl. It hit him in the forehead, and blood started flowing down into his eyes.

“Well, Mr. Vulcan,” I said, picking up another bowl, “so you can bleed. I guess you’re no better at being a god than you are at being with a woman. I can understand why Astrid had to go to another for satisfaction.” With Vulcan only a few steps away and closing on me fast, I furiously threw the second bowl. This time, he moved quickly and caught the bowl before it could cause him any further injury.

“Can I join in on the fun?” A low baritone voice at the doorway caused both of us to swing around to see who was there. A tall blonde male with scars on his face and body was there, leaning casually against the door frame. “This one, Vulcan, is almost as fiery as my own Sabrina. If she’s too much for you, I’ll take her off your hands.”

“Get out of here, Ares,” muttered Vulcan, glaring at him. “Your new sword is out by the forge, not in my bedchamber.” When Ares disappeared back into the work area, Vulcan turned to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of his living quarters. I struggled against him all the while he dragged me past the forge and out into the yard.

Ares had followed us outside and was adding to Vulcan’s anger by laughing uproariously. “It looks like the satyr missed a few lessons with this one. Maybe she needs a touch-up in your father’s bed.”

Vulcan ignored him and continued across the courtyard, his hand on my arm never loosening its grip. Over his shoulder, he whispered so only I could hear him, “You will regret your actions today. You have humiliated me in front of another, and tonight you will learn I’m a god while you are only a mere female.”

We had reached the entrance leading up to the women’s room, when Vulcan stopped to grab my naked shoulders and viciously shake me. Feeling my skin under his fingers, he realized he had broken one of his own rules, that of having me always clothed when outside.

He looked around and saw Ares no longer was nearby and started pulling me up the long flight of stone stairs.

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To be continued in next segment.

Seraglio of the Gods - Segment 02  (XGC) Chapters 06 through 10. #1309698 by J. A. Buxton