Due to this being my most popular story (which sort of depresses me, with it being smut) I present a second chapter! I do hope it is enjoyed.
At least it's smut keeping true to characters.
Breaking up with Jason was the most painful thing Piper ever had to do.
Seeing how that topped things like climbing a wall with lava, or fighting family of inbred Cyclops, or a Department Store filled with witchcraft…
Maybe it was because it hurt so badly that Drew was determined to make it last all the longer.
In the Cabin Ten, there was a special room specifically designed so that children of Aphrodite could get over their numerous break-ups. Mostly that included a ton of chocolate, countless discs of emotionally charged music, and pictures of attractive celebrities. Pretty standard, though the archery range where one could work out aggression against an ex's picture plastered on a target was somewhat outside the norm.
Either way, Piper found herself sulking in a Jacuzzi, ignoring her Diet Pepsi, listening to P!nk and reluctantly firing a cross-bolt at a picture of Jason. Even though she was the one who broke it off, tearfully insisting that they would stay friends, even though none of their actual was real to begin with, being Mist-induced memories Hera provided… Piper was still resentful.
No, that wasn't the right word at all.
Piper McLean was furious at Jason.
Because when she felt like she was opening up her heart and stomping on it with an overpriced pair of pumps, when she let go of the guy who was the center of her world…
Jason didn't look devastated. He didn't look taken-aback nor did he look heartbroken like she had expected. Hades that was probably what Drew had wanted in the first place. Breaking hearts, breaking up couples, it fit her MO.
But Jason wasn't shocked or devastated or distraught or… or devastated at all!
The best Piper got from him was a brief look of confusion like he didn't realize they were dating, some reassuring little nod that they'd stay friends-
Because why wouldn't they stay friends? Not like his heartwasbrokenintoittybittyp eices-
TWACK!
No, only one heart was broken, and Piper had finally gotten the hang of shooting these goofy-looking pistol-gripped crossbows. Jason's poster, which captured him in a typical 'Leader' pose, was filled with small quarrels, and Piper had eaten about a half-pound of Dove chocolate to the mournful/wrathful tune of "Heartbreaker".
Drew was most pleased. "Good shot."
Not looking back to her, Piper mumbled a word of thanks, sinking beneath the bubbles. They did little to cover nudity, and Drew had insisted on forgoing swimwear. Not that either of them had reason to be modest around one another…
Of course, they viewed that seduction differently. Piper was ashamed. It was wrong, it was incestuous, it robbed her of something she was supposed to save for true love, and Drew abused and humiliated her with it.
On the other hand, Drew pointed out she hardly robbed Piper, what with her 'doors wide open'. As for the claim of incest, none of the gods actually had material genetics, so there was actually no fuss about siblings 'experimenting' with one another. The only real problem was seeing each other every day, sharing a cabin… and as for true love-
"I'm sorry he wasn't more upset Pillow Queen." Drew stretched luxuriously and patted Piper sympathetically on the arm. "Honestly though, guys like Jason? They come and go. Not like he can match what we have."
"Don't touch me."
"Don't tell me what to do." Drew shot back, voice layered in charmspeak.
And worst of all, worse than the new nicknames or Jason perfectly fine with being 'friend-zoned', was that the charmspeak had power over her now. How much of it was due to Drew being confident and cheerful about seducing her half-sister, while Piper was paralyzed with shame and fear, it was hard to tell. One thing was for sure though, Drew was a sociopath.
"Right then," chirped Drew happily, "How about we review the new schedule."
It wasn't a question, not really. Drew didn't ask questions anymore. And she didn't really mean 'we', she meant for Piper to recite the new orders for Cabin Ten. And she'd do it too, if it meant avoiding being charmspeaked into doing something worse.
This… this was how all the members of Cabin Ten felt before she came, while Drew was in charge and threatened them continuously with the threat of stripping them of free-will. No wonder they were so cowardly.
That's what she was now, cowardly. Scared to stand up to a girl in '80s perm and pink-mascara. Some daughter of Aphrodite she turned out to be.
"Well?"
Deep breaths Piper, deep breaths… "Cabin inspections."
"Uh-huh. Including the mandated haircuts in Cabin Ten." A sly smirk. "You hadn't forgotten that, have you?"
"No." Piper swallowed, feeling sick. "Of course not."
"Good!" Drew ran long nails through her hair. "Can I just say I love you with pigtails? Not many can pull it off without looking like a rug-muncher, but… well in your case it fits."
"T-then we have Arts & Crafts-"
"Which means?" Nails dug a little deeper into her scalp.
"Which ow means time with the Ares and Apollo cabins."
"That's right! Total hunks, perfectly acceptable to date. I'm going to have a picnic with Sherman, actually. Muscles on his muscles, he's perfect."
"He's very lucky."
"Brown-nose," Drew chided. "You're right of course, but nobody likes a kiss-ass, Squeaker."
Pillow-Queen, Squeaker, Sweet-tart… if someone told Piper she'd miss being called 'Dumpster-Queen' a week ago, she'd kick their butt. Now she'd kiss whoever had the decency to remember her old nickname.
By Hades, she missed being called 'Beauty-Queen' by Leo…
… Leo… she could understand Jason moving on so quick, but Leo? Wasn't their friendship real? Why hadn't he visited? How could there be no word from him? Didn't he ask? Did the Argo II really need this much time to prepare?
"Don't worry though, I'll set you up with someone eventually," fingers tweaked Piper's earlobe, and damn it she did squeak. "And with someone who you could appreciate for their inner beauty too! I know that's what's really important to you after all, what with... huh. No, you've only dated Jason and me, so I can't say that 'inner' beauty is your type. But it's what you say is your type, isn't it?"
Shame, crushing shame fell on her, and it grew larger when Drew shimmied over through the water, ripples breaking the stillness and lapping at her collarbone. Another damn squeak when Drew rolls a nipple through her thumb and forefinger, experimentally.
"Well, isn't that what you say, Piper?" Drew wasn't really asking.
So Piper didn't really answer. Some defiance had to remain, it just had to.
"Answer my question truthfully, Pillow-Queen." Drew leaned into her, and Piper was forced to whimper (between her squeaks) that 'yes, she did say that inner-beauty was most important'. And afterwards, she had to admit that she didn't follow her own teachings.
No, she was in love with Jason and he didn't feel nearly as much as she did. Why would he? She was the only one who had memories of them being together, she was the only one who put effort into their relationship, he just was too focused on…
… Jason was too focused on saving the world. Trying to regain back his memories and find out what was real. And all she could think about was how she wished he loved her as much as she loved him.
And of course, she loved him so much based on a lie that a goddess sold her.
What was her excuse for moaning when Drew (her half-sister?) thumbed at her sex, breathed sharply into her ear, ran fingers through her hair?
She couldn't answer.
And Drew didn't care.
She was having the time of her life. Piper McLean, as it turned out, was like one of those Happy Meal toys that you get at random with an average tasting meal. Their first time was rushed, by Drew's standards at any rate, and Piper was out like a drunken frat-boy when they finished, but the web-cam, the photos… those were priceless.
Best part of it had to be the shame, the doubt, and the guilt that crippled Piper's charmspeak, took away the only advantage that she ever had. It was exactly like a Happy Meal toy. The rare times you find the one cheap, badly built, ill-conceived toy you couldn't help but play with.
Drew didn't foresee ever getting tired of playing with Piper.
It was too much fun, seeing her flinch whenever she was spoken to. There was always that jolt of excitement she got whenever Piper was shamed of her own arousal. Her growing role as submissive, how well she fit into it… how she'd lay back and whimper and pant whenever Drew decided to 'practice' fooling around.
No, it was way too much fun playing with Piper.
Of course, there would come a time when she'd have to be thrown away so Drew could play with a new toy. Maybe she'd even make good on that promise to fuck Tristan McLean. That would just be naughty, even my Drew's standards and… well, that settled that. She had to do it. Would be a great way to conclude her 'partnership' with Piper, and then she'd set the Pillow-Queen up with… oh, Clovis or some lucky loser who Drew would assure McLean would be desperately in-lust with.
And by the time she was finished playing around with Piper, well, the squaw would have plenty of tricks to show.
She really did squeak, and it was cute, in a 'puppy-with-a-bandage' sort of way.
It was pathetic too, that a daughter of Aphrodite would be so easy to manipulate and push over the edge. It only took a few strokes under the warm water for her to start twitching and moaning. It took maybe… three minutes for Drew to get Piper to climax.
So far, two minutes was her personal best, and she was looking forward to setting a new record.
… Eh, those announcements could wait.
"D-Drew…" Ah, and now the little slut was whimpering. Perfect.
"What is it Pipes?" Drew flexed her fingers, relishing the delightful shiver that started inside Piper before in externalized, hardening nipples and sending caramel-blush to her cheeks. The color perfectly complimented the tears in her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"
Drew was half-way out of the water, so her breasts (fuller, firmer) mashed against the younger girl. The effort was worth it. Ridiculous 'kaleidoscope' irises surrounded pupils shrunk to pin-pricks, and Piper's mouth opened in a tell-tale 'O'.
"All you need to do is tell me to stop, and I'll do it." Slowly, deliberately torturous, Drew gyrated. Piper's protests died with croaks that turned to moans. Face flush with shame, her fingers hesitantly touched the undersides of Drew's breasts and squeezed.
"Perfect Piper… my perfect little Pillow-Queen… Lower."
Ω
Perfectly happy, perfectly content, that's what Leo was! Oh you bet that's what he was. Never you mind that his friends insisted on such unneeded drama, never you mind he probably wasn't ever going to get laid at this rate, never you mind that he had crippling emotional issues relating to neigh uncontrollable fire-bending whatever… no, Leo was perfectly happy, perfectly content. Meant he could work on the Argo II in peace and quiet-
"LEO!"
Startled out of his perfectly happy, perfectly content haze, Leo banged his head against the prototype mast with solar-panel sails. That made him considerably less happy and content. He quickly recovered and looked over to the distressed cry.
Cornrows did not look particularly attractive on Lacy, nor did a mullet on Michel. To be frank, both their delicate, angelic proportions were thrown into the worst light with those haircuts, making them look ridiculous and positively homely.
Ah yes, Drew is clever when it comes to cruelty.
"Are you alright?" Lacy bites her lip, containing her own anxiety in face of Leo's new injury.
That was nice of her, Leo thought, though he had no idea why she was so worried. Even when he felt along his forehead and felt the bump and the bleeding, he wasn't worried. He was happy and content.
Correction, perfectly happy and perfectly content, that's what he was.
"Sure, 'sup?"
Lacy and Michel exchanged looks of apprehension, and then shot glances around the otherwise empty bunker as if they thought some monster was going to pop out from behind the workshop or out from the shadows.
Again, Leo had no idea what they were so worried about.
He was perfectly-
"Leo, it's Drew. She's out of control." Michel ran his hands over his half-bare scalp in anguish. "The haircuts, the Initiation, color-coordinating, the Shoes of Shame-!"
"The Shoes of Shame!" Lacy wailed in agreement, it was heinous.
"Someone needs to do something about it, please!" Michel wrung his hands nervously when Leo's expression didn't change despite the list of atrocities. "I… I know we don't do much and all, but if our Cabin's sprit breaks, who knows what it could mean for the love-life of everyone here!"
"I'm sorry guys, wish I could help, but I'm super busy." Leo gestured proudly at the Argo II. "This baby will fly, sail, and dominate the freeway by the time its finish-!"
"She's hurting Piper," Lacy said in a hurry. "We don't know how, but Piper isn't fighting her anymore and the rest of the cabin is too afraid to find out what Drew did to her. Please, she's your friend, isn't she?"
That gave Leo pause and both Aphrodite siblings had the belated realization that's what they should've started with, would've saved time. Because now Leo was thinking very hard, even though his brain was telling him he had so much more to worry about.
"Please help us Leo… we're really worried."
He should be too, he realized. He really should. But all Leo could think about was how the Argo II needed more work, how if this was a problem Jason would have told him, how the world kinda needed saving-
-if he thought hard enough he'd remember Drew visiting him and no one stopped her because Piper wasn't there to object when she told him with her lovely voice how perfectly happy and perfectly content he was with his work that absolutely needed to get done-!
"I'm sorry guys, but I'm really, really busy!" Leo wiped sweat and blood off his brow hastily, going back to work on the Argo II, and avoiding the shocked looks both Aphrodite children.
He… he wasn't himself lately…
But that was alright. He was perfectly happy, perfectly content.
… P-Perfectly happy, perfectly content…
Ω
There was a song about this, Drew supposed. This unique relationship she had formulated with Sherman. Honestly, it revolved around his pecs, but they were just the right size for things to orbit them so it made sense.
"Drew?"
Crap, now he decided he wanted to talk. He wasn't normally talkative. No, one of the best things about him for booty-calls was he was smart enough to know they weren't exculsive, that he wasn't entitled to anything, and that she was the hottest girl in Camp. But when he got to thinking, Sherman was as much a pain as the rest of the Ares children.
"Yes hon?" She snuggled, hoping that would get the muscle-head to shut up. A romantic picnic setting by the lake with her best sun-dress was normally enough to get guys to shut up and make-out with her.
"This has been great," And he probably expects it to get better, "but I gotta ask-?"
"No you don't." Drew snapped.
He had the sense to shut up. They started kissing, and he copped a feel twice before she caught him glancing down the help's top.
"Oh please…"
"Sorry!" Sherman ran his fingers through his hair (pointless, he had a crew-cut) looking hopeless. "I just don't know why she's here."
Drew just shrugged. "I like having someone to carry by bags. Pipes? Refill."
She immediately obeyed, pouring nectar into a plastic cup for Drew. It was better than if she decided to use charmspeak to make her do something else, and Sherman was already looking her over like she was a piece of meat.
"Thank you sweetie!" Drew smacked Piper on the rear in a manner that could be mistaken for flirtation if it wasn't so possessive. To that, Sherman gave her an inquisitive glance, to which Drew shrugged, as if to say 'if you must…'
He put his hand on her as well, exploring the feel of her through Capri shorts. Piper stiffened, and her mind curiously was torn between pulling away in panic and letting the ordeal just work itself away.
'If you do wrong, Drew might order you to do it correctly and if she does you won't even have the choice anymore not like you have it with the pictures and a video-'
"Drew, this is kinda fucked up."
… While grateful he stopped, a small part of Piper had felt strangely offended if he was talking about her butt.
"How so hon?" Poisonously sweet, warning Sherman to tread carefully, that's how Drew asked that question. It was enough to terrify Piper and Sherman had the good sense to look Drew in the eye when he addressed his concern.
"Look, I'm all for one-upping some snotty bitch, or seizing power." Sherman chuckled, sounding like two boulders grinding together. "I mean, if I could make Clarisse my bitch and take power for Cabin-"
"Skip the macho crap," Drew yawned. "What's wrong with me making Piper our special friend?"
"It's just…" Sherman paused, doing a double-take at 'our'. "… it's just she's supposed to be part of a prophecy that will decide the fate of the world, you know? What if whatever you're pulling goes sideways and we left without one of the Seven?"
"Oh honey," When she 'sympathetically' patted Sherman's chistled face her nails hovered dangerously close under his eyes, causing him to stiffen. "I've thought about that, it'll be fine. Leo needed some encouragement to mind his business, and Jason didn't need any encouragement at all. They both want to save the world, and Pipes will do just that when she's ready. She does as she's told, right Pipes?"
"Right."
"See? Besides, it asks for a child of Aphrodite, and if Piper isn't up for it when the time comes I suppose I could step in."
Sherman raised an eyebrow. "You sure that's a good idea?"
"Puh-lease. Leo and Jason could probably save the world themselves. All of Gaea's best giants have died already. No reason we shouldn't have fun."
"I guess…" Sherman looked Piper over appreciatively, and she shivered.
"Atta boy." Drew gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Pipes, me and Sherman are going to get prepped up a bit, why don't you undress and go for a swim?"
For a moment Piper imagines drowning herself to avoid any more of this humiliation.
"Be back in five."
Damn. Her manicured nails made the button on her Capri's slippery in her grip, but soon it was loose and the zipper followed. Shorts practically needed to be peeled off, and the tank-top was no better. She winced feeling it's friction against the scratches Drew's nails had made earlier.
"R-right." The lake water was colder than before and she shivered in the shallows.
It hurt more than she'd ever admit hearing Drew say, "From now on Sherman, this will be our spot…"
Ω
"She must have gotten to Leo."
"What's the point now Lacy? Everyone else is fine with us being miserable!"
"I know, it's so unfair…"
"Well, the world is at risk-?"
"Details Mitchell, details! Look, if it's up to us, than we need to get Drew's charmspeaking out of the way first."
"Cut down her confidence first?"
"Exactly, then one of us will have to fight her with earplugs or something and we'll… we'll manage that when we get there."
"We need dirt on Drew then."
"Shouldn't be hard to find… no, shouldn't be hard to find at all."
