Percy Jackson

Annabeth and I walked around Olympus for quite a while, Annabeth explaining her design choices for the city as they went. It was annoying and boring, but Annabeth looked excited so I rolled with it. With the generous help, I've already had my fun anyway, tracking down the guards that had so rudely assaulted Zoe, and then sent the lucky bastards to a date with Artemis who was eager to personally introduce herself. I had also decided to grant both her and Khione the full extent of their powers back to of course keep the fight perfectly fair. Artemis for the occasion and Khione,... because the goddess had deserved it seeing how much time she had spent ruining her knees for him.

Mu surprisingly good mood faded when I found myself face to face with no one else but Ares himself. For a long horrifying moment I thought he might have found out that Artemis was warming my bed instead of his.

"Perseus!" The God growled, glaring at me. "Ms. Chase, " He then addressed my wife, sounding a lot less annoyed.

"What can we do for you?" Annabeth asked, sounding a lot more courteous then I would have.

"Zeus has a mission for you. Folks around here think you've had enough fun with your harem and that you can do something useful."

"And?" I asked.

"Well, if I recall correctly your familiar with Circe?"

"Painfully so, " I admitted.

"We'll, she's back and she's turned a group of Romans into guinea pig again. Zeus wants you to go take care of her."

"Take care off as in..."

Ares shrugged. "Don't really care. Hecate stopped covering for her. He wants her off the road, ASAP. Doesn't really matter if you cast her into Tartarus, bring her to Olympus for trial, or imprison her as a spoil or war as long as it is a permanent arrangement. The council just doesn't want to have to deal with her anymore."

I paused for a long moment and then Ares added. "It wasn't a request. Zeus and your father too by the way wish for timely resolution of the situation. To summarize, dismantle her operation, capture, kill, or scatter her followers, and make sure that we never have to deal with Circe again."

Without uttering another words the God of war turned around and walked off, leaving them in the alleyway. "How about we talk about this at home?" Annabeth suggested and I quietly nodded.

After spending an hour or two in the Olympian version of a Starbucks they finally met up with Apollo at the other gods temple at sunset. And so they headed into the red city block, a part of Olympus he had never seen. The Center of the block was occupied by a marketplace were slaves of all backgrounds, costumes, and tools for training were sold or auctioned off. Godlings, Satyrs, and countless other species bought and sold just about anying you could imagine. Slaves in various states of nakedness were led around, many on leashes.

"So, how about we split up and make it a contest?" Annabeth offered, grinning.

I shrugged. "If you find something interesting then feel free to grab it. We'll meet up back at home at around eight?"

And so we split, Apollo and I heading in one direction and my favorite blond in the other.

"So dude. I know this dude that often puts aside some of the more exclusive merchandise for me to chose from and I told him I had a mate looking for some girls so he invited us over to pick something out before the big auction tomorrow."

I only nodded, still trying to come to terms with that I was about to actually buy slaves. But I stayed silent and Apollo led me into one of those studio storage spaces were maybe two dozen young women, little boys and very young girls, trapped cages or standing at stools. They ranged from completely naked, to fully clothed, and all wore heavy looking bronze collars.

Some of the slaves looked at them fear, others smiled at them seductively. They all started them.

"Apollo old boy," an ageing and overweight
satyr greeted then as he approached.

"Niahlus," Apollo replied. "This is Percy Jackson and he is hoping to make a few additions to his harem."

The water chuckled. "Ahh yes. Why don't we take a look."

"Feel free to touch any of them, " The salesman said as the approached the closest one, an attractive dark haired woman in her mid thirties with huge DD cups.

"Elenore, a mortal woman. She was bread in captivity. Not a virgin, obviously. Has had two children, but there is a good deal more breeding you can get out of her. She's well trained and I am told that she's quite the cock holster herself."

The woman smiled and turned to face him, offering him a better view of her chest and I couldn't skip the temptation and grabbed her breasts and weighed the heavy mounds, digging my fingers into her soft flesh.

"You could have them all for yourself," The woman purred.

"We'll see," Percy said but doubted he'd get her. Sure, she looked like a good fuck and most certainly looked well trained but I just didn't feel it.

I passed the next few with little interest. For some reason prepubescent children just didn't catch my eye. There was a quite pretty blond who was a bit to chubby for my taste and I was tempted to take just to make her work the babyfat off but exchanging a few words quickly revealed that the lights weren't all on upstairs.

The first girl that really caught my attention was a skinny latin girl...no wait Arabic.. She was very beautiful with very straight shoulder long hair. Her skin was a tanned bronze skin and looked perfectly smooth. She had one of those short straight egyptian haircuts, and Amber eyes. Were everyone else was sedusive or scared she glared at me angrily. Unlike most girls she wore a light cotton dress with Egyptian iconography. What she wanted to say,...I wasn't about to find because someone had forced a a cylindrical rubbed gag into her mouth.

"You like her," Apollo mused and slave trader clapped with excitement. "Uhh yes. Fresh of the boat as they say, this one. From what we can get out of her, her name is Zia and she is eighteen. Egyptian girl, you know. Apparently some sort of witch but the collar takes away her powers. To all our surprise she isn't a virgin though, apparently someone got a cock in her little snatch before we could aquire her. She's nice and tight though."

I looked up into her proud, elegant features. She had a very sharply cut features with high cheekbones and quite sensual lips. I met the livid looking woman and imagined what it would be like to have her willing body pressed against mine.

"Could you strip her?" I asked.

The Satyr grinned broadly. "Of course."

Two Satyr aids approached and almost tore the young woman's young dress off. The girl shrieked in protest but couldn't do much to stop them and before he knew it she stood before them, completely naked, and with her hands cuffed behind her back.

She was very skinny, and lean, long legged which I very much approved off. Her breasts that were in their As or lower end Bs. Her pubic hair was short. All in all, she was beautiful.

"You can touch her!" The slaver proclaimed enthusiastically. "I assure you that this one is of the very finest stock! She's still rough on the edges but a glorious warrior like you will have no problem with her. She is fertile, if you want her for that..."

"She is something..." I agreed.

When I reached out the girl moaned in protest and stumbled back. She would have fallen of her small podium of the slaver's aids hadn't shoved her back.

So I reached out again and caressed her tight breasts and pinched her nipples between my thumb and index finer. The girl complained loudly at the touch and I patted her cheek. Zia's cheeks flushed scarlet from humiliation. I would have checked out her womanhood but decided that it would make my life harder down the line.

"Girl, I don't think you want to be for sale tomorrow at the auction to some Cyclops."

Then, after slapping the slave's ass slightly I looked back at the merchant. "I really want this one," I announced.

"Good choice, my lord." He then snapped at his aids who dragged the protesting and furious slave off her stool and then the bigger one back handed her into the stomach before dragging her along the back of the collar. "Not so roughly Seilus. She might have thorns but she is a rose. Don't damage her boy her, if she's bruised it'll hurt the prise. Also always assume that the Costumer will want to use his new prize as soon as possible."

Zia protested even louder but was to small and week to fight off the nature spirit had no problem strong arming the girl.

I was led passed a few more girls until the sales man chuckled. "So, this is the second one. She was caught together with the one you are interested in. I tink she'll be too your liking."

The girl was completely naked and facing away from him, apparently staring out of the large windows at the Olympian skyline. Her form was petite with considerably more curves than the struggling girl from behind him. Were the last one was arab this young lady was caucasian, with fair skin, and long caramel hair that hung down her toned back.

For some reason, she seemed oddly familiar. "This seventeen year old cutie goes by the name of Sadie Kane and I think you will love her once you've trained her probably."

Annabeth Chase

Truth be told I wanted to grant Percy some bonding time with Apollo. So after secretly bringing the entire harem back home to formally welcome the new girls to the family I went to work. Yes, I did want an independent jury to judge who chose better. I strolled through the market, being hailed by merchants as I walked. Before long I found myself sitting in the lower ranks of a ancient style greek theatre in an auction. The past hour or so I had scanned the market for anything "special." I was well aware that Apollo would be introduced Percy to some of the highest value slaves this market had to offer so it wasn't easy progress. Finally I found myself bearing witness to quite a spectacle offered by a bunch of Cyclops. Groups of freshly captured slaves, still in the clothes they had been caught in, were released from cages in the middle of the arena and pitted against each other in large brawls. The half of girls that faired better would be sold of at the spot to the highest bidder. The losers...well it was heavily implied that those pretty much exclusively mortal girls would be entertaining a tribe of Cyclops so...yeah. All fighters were very motivated to win.

During the large brawl of forty or fifty, likely normal mortal girls with the ability to look through the mist, I noticed three young women that were actually quite attractive. One was a tall, very athletic looking blond and I was at this point quite sure that Percy liked blond. The second was a short, petite redhead, and the third what looked muslim girl with hijab. What struck me was that the girls for one clearly had combat training, and the other that they knew each other, judging by how they immediately teamed up against the rest of their very desperate competitors. Would Percy be annoyed if I got a bunch of hot headed warriors, sure. But judging by Reyna, Zoe, or myself for that matter the fierce warrior maiden type was very much compatible with a life in a harem. I for my part knew what girls I was sure to get my hands on. Let us face it, why should I invite some kitten into my house when I could have a tigress. Anything less than a tigress would be eaten alive by most of the harem.

So, here is a filler. The next chap will have lemons again. Sorry for the long wait. Editing will come later. Carry on folks. So, who do you think the three girls are? lol