AU: Hope this helps to explain the god of justice part. Also starts into why is Annabeth so submissive.
Chapter 3
Punishments and New Additions
The second Percy landed in the cabin, he fell backwards into the wall, exhausted. He gestured vaguely to the thermos of nectar he always kept on his nightstand, and Annabeth scrambled to retrieve it. Pressing it into her master's hand, the blonde watched anxiously as he drank deeply. Slowly, his energy returned and his power strengthened. When the bottle was empty, he sighed in relief. He still felt tired, but no longer like he was going to drop on the spot.
"That … was invigorating," he quipped with a chuckle, "It feels so much different now that I'm a god."
"My lord?" Annabeth questioned, confused.
"I guess you could say it's the god version of espresso. For a demigod it heals and too much incinerates, but for a god, it just wakes you up and makes you jittery," Percy turned the flask in his hand, over, slightly disappointed to find it completely dry.
Setting it to the side, he turned to the girl standing in front of him with a bowed head. Looking at her, a feeling of injustice twisted in his gut. He knew that he had to breach to topic of her earlier disobedience and what that entailed. He sighed at the now continuous internal conflict. Should he accept what he was drawn to and punish her? Or should he just let it go, risking physical pain to himself.
Seeing his sorrowful expression as he eyed her, Annabeth guessed as to what he was thinking. She knew what was coming, and knelt before him, accepting her fate.
Percy looked down at the bowing girl lovingly. She was the love of his life, but she was also his slave now. He felt a need to punish her for her wrongdoing, yet he could never hurt her. He wanted to tan her hide, at the same time, he wanted to pull her into a hug, telling her it would be ok.
"Arggh! Why is this so frustrating!" he shouted, turning to the wall and punching it.
"Master, I accept what I did and the consequences that goes with it. I was given an order. I didn't obey. A wrongdoing must be corrected," came her quiet voice.
"You're my girlfriend, 'Beth. I could never hurt you. I don't care what you technically are, you'll always be my Wise Girl."
"As you will always be my Seaweed Brain. Just because I am your slave, doesn't mean I'll ever stop loving you. If anything, the bond we now share has made my love for you grow stronger. But you do own me now. A master must punish his servant's misdeeds. Remember what my mother said. You are also the god of loyalty. Hurting me would be betraying us for your own good. Hurting me would be not letting me do my job in pleasing, pleasuring, and caring for you," Annabeth's voice grew quiet and submissive, "Hurting me would be not punishing those in your service who displease you. You won't do any of that because you are too loyal. Remember, I'm at your service forever. You can't get rid of me. I will make mistakes, as will anyone else who bows to you. It is your duty to rectify them. Stop fighting who you are, because you will never change."
Percy blew out a defeated sigh and turned to face his slave, "Sometimes you are too smart for your own good, you know that right."
"Wisdom's daughter, remember master?"
Percy chuckled before finally allowing his godly self to fully take over. Instantly he was bombarded with a feeling of superiority towards his girlfriend. He still loved her, but knew that she was his slave and his immortal mindset fully accepted that. He knew that discipline was expected and deserved.
Taking a deep breath, he started, allowing the judge within him to take over.
"Do you deny receiving an order this morning, while pleasuring me, to hold yourself in check?"
"No, Master."
"Could you have held it in longer?" he asked, quietly.
"Yes, Master," came the whispered response.
"You admit to disobeying a direct order."
"Yes, Master."
"Do you have a good, eligible reason as to why you disobeyed."
"No, Master."
Percy straightened and walked to his closet. Opening it, he grabbed the pair of jeans he had worn the day before from the hamper and withdrew his belt. He was about to close the door, when a pair of celestial bronze shackles fell from a shelf.
Picking them up, he removed the attached note. Opening the slightly burnt piece of paper, he read, 'Perseus, thought you might find a good use for these. When your castle is built, I will furnish whatever you desire for your dungeon.' – Hephaestus.
Percy put the note back on the shelf and closed the closet door. Turning, he walked back to the middle of the room to situate himself before his still kneeling slave.
"Stand and strip," he ordered.
Annabeth rose without question. Swiftly she pulled her orange tank top over her head, removing her bra at the same time. Dropping the garments on the floor, she shimmied out of her shorts and panties before extending her hands to her lord.
Percy closed the shackles around her wrists, ensuring they were secure. Turning her around, he led her over to the double bunk bed pushed against the wall. Taking the chains, he hooked them over the support post of the bed, keeping his servant in place.
Moving around behind her, Percy gave the belt in his hand a quick flick, extending it to its full length.
"For knowingly disobeying a direct order without any reason, four lashes."
Annabeth stood still, her arms raised above her head, waiting for the first blow. Percy pulled his arm back and swung. Still fighting himself slightly, he held back.
SMACK!
The belt fell, leaving a long red mark on her exposed back. The blonde jumped, a yelp escaping her lips.
SMACK!
A second red mark was left on her skin, making her jump and cry out again.
SMACK!
Another mark, another leap, another yell. Her hands were gripping the chains, her breathing ragged.
SMACK!
The belt came down for the last time, leaving the final red line upon her back.
Dropping the leather, Percy walked up to the trembling girl, and laid a gentle hand on her back. Annabeth startled under his touch and inhaled sharply at the pain. Reaching up, her master released the chains from the bed frame. She took a moment, leaning against the bunks, to catch her breath. When her breathing returned to normal, she turned and found Percy sitting on the couch, twirling a drachma between his fingers. Bending over, she retrieved the object of her punishment, and walked over.
Depositing the belt in his lap, she knelt beside him, waiting her orders.
"You know you can sit up here, with me," she heard him state.
She shook her head, "Forgive me, my lord. But my place is here, at your feet. Unless, I am pleasuring or serving you, I stay here," she blushed, "It's my favorite spot."
Percy sighed a chuckle. "You've taken to this whole being a slave thing, a lot better than I have."
"Maybe because I was always meant to serve you."
"Annabeth!"
"Think about it, my lord. On the council, Zeus's right hand man, as begrudging as he is to admit it, is your father. As such, even though they are rivals, my mother must defer to him. Being a child of the Big Three, when you first came to camp, you were automatically seen as a leader, you could call lights out when you wanted, had free run of the camp, could choose your own classes, and we all had to defer to you. The only time that was different was when Thalia was here before she joined the hunters. Than it was her first, then you. In some form, master, I have always served you."
Percy cocked an eyebrow. Though what she was saying was technically true, it didn't mean he had to like it. He rubbed his eyes. He was getting tired. The day seemed to have lasted a year. It was astounding to think about how, just that morning, he had woken up mortal with his girlfriend in his arms. A short hour later, he came back a god and the pretty, naked, blonde beside and below him had gone from his one true love, to his slave.
The conch horn sounded through the walls of the cabin, signaling the end of classes and the beginning of free time before dinner. Deciding to go and talk to Chiron about the details of his new office and what he would be doing, he was about to rise when he glanced down and realized that Annabeth was still chained.
"Give me your hands," he commanded.
Taking her proffered arms, he removed the shackles and dropped them onto the couch.
"I need to go and talk to Chiron. Once you get dressed, you are to go find Piper and tell her to come here after dinner so we may talk. Once you do that, you may join me."
Annabeth gave a quick, "Of course, my lord," before pulling on her clothes. Percy did not miss the slight wince that crossed her face, as her shirt slipped over her head and down her cherry red back, the stripes from the belt still clearly visible. She grabbed the restraints from the couch, and put them away back in the closet.
Percy smiled at the girl before he turned, and walked out of the cabin into the early evening air. Taking a deep breath, he stretched with a grin. Dropping his arms, he took off at a leisurely pace towards the Big House.
Several campers greeted him along the way, shouting 'heys' and 'hellos.' He returned their salutations with his own. He felt at home here. These people were his friends, his family. Reaching his destination, He jumped up the steps to the deck of the old house at the front of the camp. At their usual table sat Dionysus and Chiron in his wheelchair with Grover and another satyr, playing cards were scattered around.
"Perrrcy!" bleated Grover. He scrambled around the table and tackled Percy in a flying hug.
"Hey, G-man." Percy laughed as he returned the massive hug.
"What am I saying. Lord Perseus."
The Lord of the Wild started to bow, but Percy put an arm around his best friend and pulled him up.
"Grover, you will never bow to me or call me Lord Perseus. You've been there since the beginning. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you. Only those who serve me are to call me anything other than Percy, or Perseus if they are god, and you by no means serve me."
A grin split the satyr's face and he pulled Percy into another embrace. When he was released, Percy pulled up an extra chair and sat down at the table, watching as Chiron dealt the cards for the next hand of Pinochle.
"Would you like to play, Percy?" the centaur asked.
"No thank you. I just came to talk with old friends."
Mr. D grunted, "Old friends, indeed. Come now Peter Johnson, when have you and I ever been friends."
Percy laughed, "I have always considered you a friend, Mr. D. And I always will, especially now that you and I are on the council together."
Everyone at the table except for the wine god froze.
"You were given a spot on the council?" Grover sputtered, a half-eaten tin can in his hand.
"Apparently, because the fates themselves gave me godhood, I was destined a seat on the council. Speaking of," he turned to Dionysus, "when I was given my domains, justice was mentioned. I thought your father was the god of justice as well as the god of the air."
Mr. D gulped down the rest his Diet Coke. Waving his hand, he spoke, "He was, but that curse got in the way making him unable to perform properly. It made him act out of anger. Gave him a constant migraine. The Fates finally thought enough was enough and decided to take that power and give it to their newest god, you. Zeus was quite relieved when he found out. I haven't heard him so happy."
Percy nodded his head in understanding. Pins and needles went up his arm, and glancing down, he saw a message write itself across the tattoo.
'Master, Piper has agreed to meet with you after dinner. Where are you?' – Annabeth
Pressing the image lightly, he murmured, "Big House."
Chiron looked up from his hand, "Did you say something, Percy?"
Percy was about to answer when the camp director spoke, "He was just communicating with his slave, Anniebelle."
Grover shook his head, "I can't imagine Annabeth ever serving anyone."
Percy shrugged, "It was her choice. I didn't force it on her."
"And it's a choice I will never regret," came a beautiful voice.
Annabeth stepped up the stairs beside them and went to sit at her master's feet.
Percy, however, had other ideas and, as soon as she was within reached, grabbed her arm, pulling her sideways into his lap. He ignored her quiet protests, and held her tighter as she tried to struggle.
"Don't struggle, 'Beth. I know what you said, but I miss your cuddles," he whispered into her ear, "I am not against you ever sitting on my lap. In fact, new rule for you and maybe eventually all slaves, when in my presence, anywhere, you are to either sit on my lap, sit at my feet, or stand behind me, unless told otherwise. It will still be your choice, but I do have my preferences, understand?"
Annabeth gave a brief nod, and settled back into his embrace, setting her head on his shoulder.
Percy smiled and started rubbing her butt soothingly.
He turned back to the other occupants at the table.
"Chiron, I would like to discuss the details about our earlier agreement."
"Of course, Percy, though I do not believe there is much to discuss."
"Why don't you just give me the terms you want me to abide by."
Chiron snorted, "You're a god, you can do what you want."
A look from Percy had him sighing, "All I ask is that you oversee the arena and any fights that take place inside, and if there are any more attacks on our camp, that you lead the campers in to battle. Otherwise, you have free reign of the camp. The kids already look up to you as a leader, so it shouldn't be much different."
Percy inclined his head in assent. Feeling a little thirsty, he pictured a simple glass goblet and waved his hand, pushing out a little power. The cup materialized, but it left Percy feeling drained, though not as much as trying to teleport.
He was about to pick it up, when the girl on his lap reached over, and plucked it from the table. Sliding to the floor, she padded over to the caskets of nectar kept on the deck by the back wall, and filled the chalice to the brim. Returning to the table, she held it out to him, bowing her head. He took it, and sipped. She was about to kneel beside him, but a small glare from her master, and she sat herself back in his lap, kissing his neck in apology.
Percy rubbed her back appreciatively, but moved his hand back down to her rear when she flinched. He was a little worried about the lasting pain from her punishment. It should have faded by now as he had purposely not used his full strength, despite what his instincts told him. He decided to ask her when they were alone, and turned his attention back to Chiron who had resumed speaking.
"We are planning on building your cabin within a few days. Is there anything you would like to have or a specific design?"
"Annabeth will be starting on the designs for my palace tomorrow. She can also do the cabin. I don't want anything extravagant for the cabin as I want to stay approachable."
The girl nodded into his shoulder, acknowledging the indirect order.
"There is just one itsy bitsy little problem," Mr. D cackled, laying down what appeared to be a winning hand.
"And what would that be, Mr. D." Chiron asked, rolling his eyes.
"Zeus has declared that no god is to interfere in the affairs of mortals, including campers. And before you even ask, I am not interfering I am suffering a punishment making me deal with insufferable brats," the wine god declared smugly.
"He does have a point. He was of no help to me on any of my quests. Well, except for one. But even then, that favor had a price."
Dionysius was about to retort, when he was cut off by a miniature bolt of lightning striking his last, winning card.
Dropping the smoking paper, the camp director looked down at what used to be a playing card.
"Really?" he yelled at the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Percy could just make out, 'Read the damn note!'
The camp's resident wine god rolled his eyes opened the transfigured note. Reading it his eyes went wide and his face white.
"Alright, alright fine," he threw the note at Percy and stood, "Brian, go blow the horn. It's time for dinner."
The other satyr, who had been sitting quietly, jumped to his feet and ran to obey.
Percy picked up the piece of paper from Zeus and read it.
'Dionysus, Percy is interfering in mortal lives as much as Artemis. My daughter trains and leads her hunters, Percy will train and lead the campers. He will not take part in any quests, but he can advise. LEAVE HIM BE, or your original sentence will be extended.
Percy, we have decided not to tell Hestia about her reinstated position on the council. We thought you might enjoy that honor.' -Zeus
Percy handed the note to Chiron, excited. It would be fun to see the reaction on Hestia's face when she was told of her place back on the council. He started to stand, but the blonde in his arms didn't move. Looking down, he found that she had fallen asleep. Chuckling, he put his partially empty glass down on the table, and moved to pick his slave up, but she jolted awake, the second he put pressure on her beaten back.
"My apologies, my lord. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I…"
Percy cut her off by handing her his chalice.
"Drink," he ordered.
The girl hesitated, but tilted the glass back and swallowed the rest of the nectar. Setting, the cup down, she looked up at him expectantly, waiting for further instructions.
Chiron spoke up, "I would like you both to be at dinner tonight if possible. I want to announce to the camp the happenings of today."
Percy nodded, "We will be there."
He smiled at the centaur, before dragging Annabeth into the Big House. Entering a small side room, he spun her around so she was facing away from him.
"Shirt, off," he commanded brusquely.
Slowly, painfully, Annabeth pulled her top off.
"Master, did I do anything wrong?" she asked worriedly.
Percy sucked air in through his teeth, at the sight of her bare skin. It was red and welted, and would be painful for several days.
"No, but I may have," he whispered, gently touching the wounds of her punishment, ignoring the jolt she gave. "I didn't whip you that hard."
"Being a god greatly enhances your strength. You may have held yourself back, but it was still much stronger than if you were still mortal."
Percy was about to apologize profusely when she turned around and continued, cutting him off, "Don't you dare apologize, my lord. It was a punishment that I deserved. If I am to be honest, I was surprised you didn't use your full strength. Lashings are not supposed to be gentle and are traditionally given at full strength of the punisher."
Percy closed his eyes, and gave an exasperated sigh. "I am not exactly a traditional person, am I? Now because of me, you won't be able to move without pain."
Annabeth motioned to the tank top in her hands, silently asking if she could put it on. He nodded, and she pulled it over her head, shutting her eyes to ignore the throbbing. "It's not just you, master. There is an ancient spell put on all harem slaves. Any punishment given out will not leave any permanent marks, but the 'reminders' will last longer than normal and are easier to receive. If you had held back all the way, it still would have bruised and been rather sore. Please, don't feel guilty about this. Don't ever feel guilty about punishing me or any of your girls. I gave myself wholly to you. I am yours to do with as you please, and that includes punishments and abuse."
"'Beth, I…"
She cut him off with a kiss, "You're still fighting yourself. I applaud your will to stay you, but I beg you, give in. Being a god doesn't change who you are, please, remember that. The longer you fight, the more pain you'll put yourself in. You are the boss, the master, my master. So, stop being a boyfriend and start giving orders and expecting immediate obedience."
He was about to retort when the dinner horn finally sounded over the camp.
Annabeth grabbed his hand and smiled.
"Come on, my master. It's time for the rest of the kids to know who you are."
Percy let himself get pulled out the door by the enthusiastic girl. He was interested as to the change of behavior from her. At the beginning of the day, she was kneeling at his feet at every opportunity, now she was just acting as a slightly submissive girlfriend. He didn't mind the change, in fact it was nice knowing that his Wise Girl was still in there, but he was curious.
They joined the group of campers flocking towards the pavilion. He was about to press forward, but Annabeth held, him back. Letting go of his hand, she adjusted her clothes so the brand on her shoulder was plainly visible, lowered her gaze, and stood behind him.
"I am at your service, master. Please forgive my earlier boldness. What is your command?" she stated quietly.
Percy shook his head a little confused, "There is nothing to forgive. Come on, let's eat."
He walked into the food court and immediately noticed that there was an extra spot at the director's table. Chiron motioned him over, and he complied, sitting in the chair next to Mr. D. Annabeth walked up beside him, and started to lower herself, but Percy grabbed her wrist.
"Go sit with your cabin, love," he whispered.
"B-but Master…" she started, sounding frantic.
"That's an order. I can handle being alone for a few minutes."
He gently pushed her in the direction of the Athena table, and she reluctantly obeyed sitting down next to Malcolm who instantly started bombarding her with questions.
The pavilion was filled with a happy chatter until Chiron's hoof pounded into the stone at the front of the open-air room. Silence fell almost immediately, expectant eyes staring at the ancient trainer.
"Heroes, I have a great announcement to make. Early this morning, the remainder of the prophetic seven was summoned to Mount Olympus, to receive gifts from the gods. Frank was made a minor god of generals and armies. Hazel joined him as his immortal wife. Jason, was made the immortal Pontifex Maximus or high priest of the Olympian Council. He now lives at Camp Jupiter, ensuring the gods, both Greek and Roman, are appeased. Annabeth and Piper, were both given a choice. Either stand by the side of the newest member of the Olympian Council, the 13th Olympian, or join their mothers, as minor goddesses. Annabeth chose to serve the new Olympian, you will soon see why. As far Piper, her choice remains unknown."
Chiron paused for dramatic effect, allowing the campers to stop cheering. When the noise had died down, he continued.
"Today, one of our own has become a major god. Our hero and leader, Percy Jackson, has been given a spot on the Olympian council as god of …ahem… sex and lust, loyalty and leadership, dominance and power, justice and combat. ALL HAIL PERSEUS JACKSON."
The assembled crowd screamed in response, repeating the line. Following a nudge from the seemingly annoyed wine god beside him, Percy stood and grinned. The noise level increased dramatically at his goofy wave. A hoof hammered the ground again, the sound thundering over the cheers and shouts.
"Percy has agreed to stay at camp and oversee the arena solidifying the combat skills of all levels. In fact, I believe an older class has already benefitted from his newfound expertise," a few kids clapped, "Now, let us eat."
With a wave of his hand, nymphs poured into the room each carrying a tray of food. The campers fell to the feast with a relish, a line forming to the large fire sitting next to the head table. Percy stood to join them out of habit, but a firm hand from his mentor pulled him back into his seat.
Percy was about to ask why, when his nose was assaulted by the smell of chocolate cookies and fruit salad. The fragrance sent a feeling of calm pulsating through his body. His mind cleared and he felt at peace. Looking over he saw Annabeth leaving the sacrificial fire. Meeting his eye, she stepped towards him, but continued back to her seat at his dismissive wave.
"What a rush," he muttered to no one.
"Indeed, it is," Dionysius agreed beside him, a euphoric look on his face as his sons passed him, returning to their seats.
The meal continued in high spirits. People shouted up congratulations to the newest god and cheered when he shouted back.
Percy was having a great time. It felt good to see so many people happy for him. He had feared that the campers would be angry and jealous of his new elevated position. Those fears were proven unfounded as person after person approached the head table to talk to him for a few minutes. What he found most interesting were the subtle ways the god of madness paid attention to some of the older nymphs. An ass-squeeze here, a small spank there. The girls took it all in stride, some even sending seductive looks back.
As the last remnants of the food disappeared down satisfied mouths, Chiron called their attention back to the front.
"Delicious as always. The campfire will be starting in ten minutes. For those who wish to attend, you may start making your way down now. To the rest of you, have a pleasant night."
The assembled group scattered, many heading for the large fire pit by the lake. Annabeth quickly left her cabin mates and went to stand behind her master, keeping her eyes lowered to her bare feet as he talked to a few campers. When they left, Piper approached the two.
Percy shot her a smile, "Would you like to head to my cabin, or talk here?"
Piper nervously scuffed the floor with her shoe, "Could we talk at your cabin? Alone?"
Percy nodded. Turning to the blonde he ordered, "Go have some fun with your siblings, 'Beth."
Annabeth opened her mouth to protest.
"Annabeth. Remember, you are still you and I am not helpless. Go, Enjoy yourself."
"I do when I am at your feet," she muttered.
Percy put a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Let's put it this way. A good servant is to be rewarded. You made one little mistake this morning, you paid for it. But you have been a good girl and deserve a little time off," he stated, his hand creeping up till it rested on her cheek.
She leaned into his touch before finally admitting defeat and nodding.
Piper called after her as she turned, "Don't worry, Annabeth. I will take good care of our lord."
The blonde sent an appreciative smile, before she disappeared into the darkness.
Turning back, Percy took Piper's hand, "When we land in the cabin, you'll need to go to my closet and get my spare thermos of nectar and a bag of ambrosia. Understand? I'll explain afterwards."
Piper nodded, squeezing his hand in a vice like grip. Percy let out a series of breaths, steeling his nerves. Finally, he pushed out his power while imagining the space directly in front of his couch, and felt himself de-materialize.
The second his feet touched the floor in his cabin, he collapsed onto the couch, fighting to stay conscious. He was barely aware of movement as Piper dashed across the room and into his closet. She easily found the thermos sitting atop a baggie of god food. Grabbing both, she hurried back to the sofa and pushed both into his hand.
Percy pried at the lid of the glass, trying hard to keep the spots out of his eyes. Finally getting the bottle open, he threw back his head and downed the contents, sighing in relief as his vision cleared and the world stopped spinning.
"As I explained it to Annabeth, a god's coffee," he quipped to Piper with a smirk.
Piper let out a nervous giggle before asking, "What happened?"
"Being a god gives me a lot of power. But I still have my limitations. Using my powers drains me of energy, much like a runner when he runs long distances. The more I use the power, the higher my stamina allowing me to go longer."
"Oh, that makes sense."
Percy sighed and erected a soundproof barrier, "Piper, are you absolutely sure you want to enter my service. Once you do that, you will be mine. I will literally own you and unless I decide to release you, you will be at my mercy."
The girl removed her boots and sat cross-legged on the couch beside him, picking at a loose thread. She took a deep breath before starting, "Being a child of Aphrodite has many blessings. I can charm speak, sense with who people are meant to be, have an impeccable sense of clothing and what will go well with what, but it also comes with a curse. Me and my siblings… we must find a person who will love and care for us, someone to be our rock. If we don't we become sluts, desperately trying to find love, like Drew. I thought Jason was my foundation. Then this morning, I find out that he already had a girlfriend he didn't remember and being the oh so noble hero he is, dumped me and went back to her."
The girl blushed and let out a quiet sigh, "Lord Perseus, I must be honest. Ever since I first saw you at Camp Jupiter, I have had a crush on you. I was happy with Jason, but I was also a little jealous of Annabeth at the same time. I eventually came to see you as a brother, but there was still that bit of a crush. Now that Jason, well you know. I am turning to the only solid ground I have left. I have thought about it, and I have thought about it hard. This is what I want, and if you take me in, I will happily serve your every whim and take any punishment you give because I will owe you everything."
Percy looked her straight in the eye, and asked one last time, "Are you sure, Piper."
"I am," she answered, returning the stare.
"Then stand before me," he commanded gently, rising to his feet.
She moved to obey and stood in front of him, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes downcast.
Percy stepped up to her and put his hands on her waist.
"If you ever want to leave my service, ask and I will let you go in peace," he whispered into her ear.
A shiver ran up her spine as he slowly increased his aura and heat pooled between her legs. His hand slid to the hem of her jeans.
"Are you ready?" he queried tenderly.
In answer, she looked up, put her palms on his chest and tenderly pressed her lips to his. Smiling into the kiss, he moved a hand to massage her womanhood slowly through her jeans.
Piper broke the kiss as a gasp of intense pleasure was torn from her throat. A wonderful feeling shot up from her center turning her mind to mush. She and Jason had never gone pass kissing and this was entirely new to her.
Percy kept rubbing gently as the girl started to writhe in his arms. The beginning of a connection was starting to form sending her further into bliss.
"Nnnng," she moaned loudly as his hand moved in agonizing circles. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed her body to him, grinding herself into his touch.
He kept the same slow movement, over her jeans. She was obviously enjoying the feeling, and kept pressing herself to his hand.
"More, give me more," she whimpered desperately. When he didn't move, she pushed him away, grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head revealing her maroon bra. Her hands fumbled with her jeans unbuttoning them and throwing them away. Dressed in only her under clothes, she threw herself back on to Percy, knocking them both onto the couch. She straddled him, rubbing her moist panties over the bulge in his pants, frantic for more of that feeling. She kissed him hard, her hands deftly unbuckling his belt.
Percy moaned into the kiss. It had been a lot easier with Annabeth, but he wasn't complaining. Piper was beautiful and had a body to die for. Her breasts were a small C and her butt was large and firm. Her legs were tanned and toned. His hands came around to grope her behind as she undid his jeans, rubbing herself against him the entire time.
Pulling his pants down to his ankles, Piper hesitated at the sight of his cock, tenting his boxers. It was a lot bigger than she thought and she didn't know how it would fit, but at that moment she didn't care. Her mind driven by lust and desire, she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband and she pulled, freeing the beast. Moving her now soaked underwear to the side, she positioned herself above him. Taking a second, to steel her nerves, she sank down, impaling herself, eliciting a groan from both. When his length reached her barrier, she buried her face into his shoulder and pushed down fully encasing him inside her, his head brushing the back of her womb, his shirt muffling her cry of pain. His firm hands held her down, letting her get used to the size. The pain eventually subsided, mind blowing pleasure taking its place. Slowly, she started to move her hips, riding him, moaning at the sensation of him sheathed so deep within her.
Percy groaned from below her. Her vagina was tight and hugged his dick in the most delicious of ways. Bringing a hand up, he unhooked her bra freeing her large tits. Her nipples were already pebble hard, as he slipped one into his mouth, his hand rubbing the other between his thumb and finger.
Piper screamed in pleasure at the feeling of his warm mouth sucking her breast. She could feel herself getting close, forcing her to move harder. She released a surprised gasp as Percy flipped them over, lying her back onto the couch. Settling, himself between her legs, he began to thrust into her, moving a hand down to circle her clit.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, wrapping her long legs around his waist, drawing him in closer. She locked her hands around his neck as he continued to suckle on her nipple. Percy kept going, keeping his movements gentle but strong, loving how her breasts bounced at every thrust, and her back arched at his ministrations.
"Please, my lord, keep going, I am so close!" She screamed as his shaft pounded into her, each stroke rubbing her g-spot.
Her walls started to twitch around him, and he decided to be nice. He pinched that beautiful bundle of nerves, and she came, screaming his name for the world to hear.
Her first orgasm left Piper dazed and unseeing. Percy pulled out and sat beside the trembling girl, waiting for her to move. When the pleasure finally passed, allowing her to think straight, she sat up and looked at him. She seemed to think for a moment before her eyes grew wide and she knelt before him, kissing the ground next to his feet.
"My lord, I am forever at your service."
"Rise, Piper. Let's talk,"
The brunette stood and moved to the couch. Sitting across from him, she folded her legs beneath her keeping her eyes lowered.
Percy cocked an eyebrow at her, slightly surprised. He had thought that she would end up acting like Annabeth, always wanting to kneel at his feet. He didn't feel offended though. He could feel his godly-self accepting what she was doing. This confused him even more. Probing the nonchalant feeling, he found that he didn't care what any of his girls did around him so long as they deferred to him, followed the rules he laid out, and served him.
"Piper, what do you feel like you should be doing around me right now?" he asked quietly.
"My entire loyalties have changed, my lord. I serve only you and your will. If it comes down to a choice between you and anything else, I will choose you. I am to obey your orders, serve you, pleasure you. My body is yours to use and abuse at your discretion and you are to have free access to it. I also must show reverence to you whenever you are in the room," she answered quickly.
Percy nodded, "I am a little curious though. You saw the way Annabeth was acting around me. Do you feel driven to do the same?"
The girl thought for a second then shook her head, "No sir, I don't feel automatically driven to do that. I just assumed you ordered her to do that."
"I didn't. I thought it was how all the girls were going to be driven to act at first, but then there were a few minutes where she acted more like a submissive girlfriend instead of a slave."
"We are your slaves, master."
"I know that, Piper. What I mean is that she was acting more like you are now, like a servant rather than a brainwashed slave trained to kiss her master's feet every time he entered the room."
Percy pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
"It is getting too late for this," he sighed, "why don't you go back to your cabin and get a good night sleep."
Piper looked up at him sharply, "My lord, what if you require my services? It would be wiser if I were to move in with you."
Percy gave a tired smile, "I'll have Annabeth with me. Go back to your cabin and sleep. You can move into my new palace once it is built. For now, stay with your siblings. That's an order, ok? Come back tomorrow after breakfast and we will go over the rules."
"As you wish, Lord Perseus. If you need me, please come get me." the girl said with a gentle smile. She slipped her clothing back on and left the cabin, bowing to her new master at the door.
No sooner had the door closed behind her, then it reopened to admit Annabeth. She shut the door, and came over to the couch, kneeling before Percy.
"Master, what do you wish for me to do? Did Piper join your service?"
"Yes, she did. Go turn down my bed, and warm it. I will join you in a minute."
The blonde nodded, and rushed over to his bunk. Percy stood and walked to his bathroom. He closed the door and leaned against the counter, staring at himself in the mirror. 'What am I going to do,' he thought 'I'm a god, I have two slaves at my command. One is acting like a brainwashed play-thing to a sadistic master, the other is acting like a good servant.'
He sighed again, and ran a hand through his black hair. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to keep his emotions under control, and his godly nature in check. He may have accepted it, a little, but he wasn't going to let it take complete control. Standing straight, he opened the door and walked across the room to his bunk. Annabeth was already sitting on the side, naked.
"My lord, your bed is ready, and your slave is at your service," she muttered, slipping from the bed and setting her forehead on the ground, exposing her red and bruised back.
Percy smiled down at her, dropped his pants and pulled off his shirt, leaving him in his boxers. He climbed into bed before commanding softly, "Join me."
The girl on the floor hesitated, but slowly stood and crawled into the king-sized bunk. She scooted herself down to his feet and laid down, pressing her lips to his ankle. Percy wasn't having it, and pulled her up so she was cuddled into his side.
"We are going to talk in the morning, about your behavior," he muttered. She froze in his arms. "Don't worry, you did nothing wrong, but the way you are acting around me and the way Piper is acting around me has me curious."
Annabeth relaxed into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I guess you should know, my lord. It's something…."
"In the morning," he murmured, before finally letting the darkness consume him.