SMUT WARNING

Also, really dark smut warning.

Annabeth was furious. Sure she loved the guy, but by dosing her, he had removed her choice in the matter. You don't do that, even to someone that loves you and would have gladly jumped your bones. If he just needed a piece of tail he only had to ask, but he was too cowardly to admit his feelings for her. Maybe he had no feelings for her and just wanted sex. Annabeth wouldn't put it past him to be that selfish, and she still would have fucked him. That he felt the need to roofie her was just disgusting and made her feel used and abased. He knew the effect of love potions on demigods! He was in the same class when she learned it! They only reveal the emotions one is already feeling, so the bastard waited until he knew Annabeth still loved him, then dosed her just to get some! What a fucking creep!

What little self-image Annabeth maintained since their break up was shattered.

Chase apparated to her bedchambers then sealed both her office and her apartment magically. She didn't expect to make it to breakfast in the morning, and didn't really want to show her face around the castle at all after being used like a piece of meat. It was bad enough that she couldn't just fire the jack hole without risking closing the school. Worse, she couldn't look at Estelle without thinking how Percy's felonious behavior would affect her relationship with the little squirt. How would she break the news to Estelle that Percy and her were never getting back together? It simply broke Annabeth's heart.

Annabeth took a hot bath to wash all of Percy's body fluids from her, then a shower just to wash away the bath water. She felt a need to be completely clean of his filth.

Percy was confused and angry. First, he felt hung over and now knew it was because of a love potion. Second, Annabeth was blaming him for that and he knew he wasn't responsible. That only left Annabeth, but why would she slip him a potion them blame him for it? He would not have slept with her unless she had, so that made sense in a weird way, he knew she wanted to get back together with him, but if that was the case, why get angry and go all drama queen for something she had done herself? That was hard to figure out, especially when his head was throbbing, he was still in the after effects of the potion, and the love of his life, so far, had just screamed at him. He needed coffee to figure it all out, so he slipped into his PJ's and a tee and was about to go to the kitchen when another thought hit him.

'Why would she do that? She wanted to sleep with me, okay, but she knows love potions don't create lasting love, especially with demi gods; she knew it would fail, why? But it had to be her, no one else could have… well, one other person could have but' Percy thought.

"Percy, what's wrong? Why was Annabeth yelling at you?" a teary eyed Estelle said from the doorway. She was wearing her PJ's and clutching 'Percabeth,' her narwhal stuffed toy, to her heart and looking cuter than Percy imagined possible.

"Estelle, did you do this?" Percy asked as he held the potion's vial up.

"Did it work?" she grinned.

"Estelle! Why? Why would you do that? That is a really bad thing to do!" Percy scolded.

"I… I… I just wanted you to love each other like you used to, I want Annabeth to love me like she used to, I… I want her to be a mommy for me!" the child cried, her watery eyes now the springs for a river of tears.

Percy's heart was instantly broken. 'Thanks a lot Annawhore, you stupid cunt, you jumped to a conclusion and you made Estelle cry again.'

"Come here ya little runt, its not all that bad, nothing you can't fix," Percy said as he held out an arm so she would come to him for a hug. She jumped into his arm and cried as she pressed her face into his chest.

"Is Annabeth going to be mad at me? I just wanted her to love you and marry her and have a little sister for me," Estelle wailed.

"Geez Sweet Pea, did you really think a potion would do all that? Besides, what's wrong with a little brother?"

"No, but it might make you like her and her like you, it might be a first step," Estelle replied, then added "A little brother would be okay I guess, but couldn't you have a little sister instead?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"Um, it doesn't really work that way."

"Oh. Um, is Annabeth mad at me?" Estelle asked.

"No, no sweetie. She's not mad at you."

"That's good" Estelle said, somewhat relieved.

"She said she hates me though and you gotta straighten that out," Percy giggled.

"No! She has to love you! She told me she… no! I messed everything up," Estelle wept.

"Calm down. You screwed up, Annabeth will understand; tomorrow at breakfast you just walk right up to her, ask to talk to her in private, tell her what you did, why you did it, apologize and promise her you won't do it again. Inside of an hour she'll be laughing about it."

"How do you know that will work?"

"You think in all the time we were together I didn't screw up and have to apologize? It was probably a weekly thing for me, sometimes daily. Trust me. Annabeth will not get mad at you. Be sure to tell her you want her to give you a little brother," Percy grinned.

"Sister!"

"Brother would be okay?" Percy smiled.

"If you must. Can I sleep in here?"

"What's wrong with your room?" Percy asked.

"You have a ceiling fan, it's nice in here."

Annabeth would not appear at breakfast, which troubled Estelle, but Percy assured her that Annabeth was just sleeping in and she should just let her rest and talk to her at lunch. Estelle worked with McGonagall all morning and this took her mind off her troubles. She continued to impress the professor with her power and abilities and quickly learned to lift a feather magically rather than the entire desk it was sitting upon. She was easily doing magic that most first years had a great deal of trouble performing.

Mitchell was not as patient. He had not tapped Annabeth since the previous morning, and Hazel, although quite skilled, wasn't quite the same. Sure she was big three and fucked like it, but Annabeth, a daughter of wisdom, well that was a nice challenge. Turning her into a near brainless cock addict was taking a little more effort. Hazel was practically addicted to sex the first time he stuffed himself into her, but Annabeth had thus far resisted becoming a complete slut for him, and he wanted her most of all.

Mitchell knew half bloods would be more difficult that those veela descended sluts he whored out of Beauxbatons, and they were making bank for him in Paris before the whole affair went tits up last week. He didn't like the idea of starting over and breaking a new stable of hookers, but Hazel and Annabeth would make him a ton of cash once they were selling ass for him. There were even a few minor gods that would step up for the chance to bang those two, maybe even Apollo and Hermes. The number of students returning that had missed a good part of their last year due to the war were of legal age, Mitchell didn't want the danger of using girls younger than that, and would provide a few more ho's for his clients, and the demand was great in London right now. That Granger chick was a prime candidate and would be easy to score.

But now, he had to get Chase back on track. He just had not broken her yet. Any other woman would have sought out his company last night, but after he finished with Hazel, Mitchell never heard from her.

Mitchell gave the password at the lower door, but at the top of the stairs the door was closed and either locked, magically sealed, or most likely, both. There was just one thing to do.

He knocked. Repeatedly, until a watery-eyed Annabeth opened the door just a bit.

"What do you want?" she grunted.

"I was worried about you, you feeling okay?"

"Why do you care?" Annabeth said as she began closing the door.

"Wait, what's wrong? Are you upset? Sick? Let me help?" Mitchell said, turning his Aphrodite power wide open.

"Why don't you go fuck Hazel and leave me alone?" she replied and shut the door.

Mitchell knocked, and then loudly asked, "What are you talking about? Fuck Hazel? Why would I do that? I have a girl friend for gods sake."

'Huh? He seems sincere; did he not spend the night with her? Was I wrong about all that?' Annabeth thought, as she cracked open the door and stared out. 'Well, he looks like he's sincere. I mean, he doesn't seem to be lying. Maybe I misread yesterday. Being around Percy was probably messing with my head.'

"Come in" she whispered, and after he did she resealed the door and led him to her chambers for privacy. There were just too many old men staring out from their portraits in her office.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong? Do you feel okay?" Mitchell asked.

"Just a rough night, I was about to take a nap."

"Naps are good, I like naps."

"Just, you know, a nap. Nothing more." Annabeth replied as she took off the housecoat she had worn to the door revealing a tank top and running shorts she planned to sleep in.

"Can I join you?" Laurens asked.

"Why? I'm just going to sleep. I need sleep," she growled.

"So I get to snuggle with the best girl ever? He smiled.

"What ev" she smiled. "No putting your hands in naughty places, I've not feeling it. Just nap," Annabeth said as she slid beneath the covers and lay on her side away from Mitchell

'Sure bitch, you'll be screaming from me eating that ass in five minutes' Mitchell thought to himself.

Mitchell removed his shirt and pants then climbed into bed behind Annabeth, spooning her while wrapping one hand over her waist. The other arm he slid beneath her pillow and stretched it out in front of her. She felt warm and safe in his arms and didn't mind a bit when he kissed her softly just below her ear, whispering, "Best girlfriend ever."

Mitchell had not touched anywhere sexual, but when he kissed her, a jolt of arousal shot through Annabeth. She turned slightly to face him and pressed her lips against his. Soon their tongues were entwined and she was longing for the touch she had barred him from. Mitchell decided to avoid later conflict by making Annabeth take the lead so while his hands and arms caressed her, he avoided touching her breasts, butt or junk. Finally Annabeth's frustration won out and she placed his hand on her tits, and it was on.

Within moments her top was off and a nipple was being warmed and stimulated by his lips and tongue. A hand slid down her body, into her shorts and between her legs, finding a quite moist slit while Annabeth squirmed for attention down there. He kissed his way down her abs and she pulled her shorts off, then opened her thighs so Mitchell lap up her cream like a starved kitten and lick her little button until she was in ecstasy.

Mitchell turned Annabeth until she was head and shoulders down on a pillow, her face to one side, while he slowly licked from her clitoris to her anus, swirling his wet tongue around this most private place. Annabeth found herself reaching back to pull her buns apart to give him free access to her backside and she moaned appreciatively as he rimmed her. All of this he had done their last time together, but it felt different. Annabeth knew where this was going and was both unable and unwilling to stop.

Annabeth was not a complete stranger to sodomy, although it was never something she went out of her way for. It was gross, and the first time quite painful. After that it was gross and really uncomfortable, still, she loved her partner and wanted to try things to bring happiness to the relationship, and really, it wasn't all that horrible. She had done it enough to know that was what Mitchell was seeking and she was too low on herself to fight the issue. Percy's date rape made her feel like all she was useful for was as a fuck toy. At least she could pick Mitchell to be the fucker. He would use her and toss her away too, but at least he didn't date rape her.

Although she was wallowing in self-loathing, Annabeth did have to admit that Mitchell had some serious skill at eating ass. She tingled all over as his tongue swirled around her most forbidden place, and practically crawled out of her skin when the tip of his tongue entered her. Had she thought about it she would have been disgusted, but all she could think about was how good it felt. She barely noticed when Mitchell's tongue was replaced by a lubed finger and came to grips with that just as she felt his member press against her taboo opening.

Annabeth braced for the pain she knew was coming, it was just part of it to her mind, yet as she held her breath, it never arrived. Instead Mitchell pushed himself into her with little resistance and her abdominal cavity was flooded with a feeling of incredible goodness as he violated her back door.

'That's not how this is supposed to work' Annabeth thought. 'Oh holy ffu… that feels so good!'

Annabeth held her breath and was scared to move for fear of starting the pain she knew she should be feeling, but was instead flushed with warmth and ecstasy. Mitchell might be wrecking her backside, but it felt just wonderful. Soon she was pushing herself back against his every thrust and loving the sensations he was giving her.

Mitchell didn't want to bring Annabeth pain, but knew he wouldn't; that was part of his gift. He wasn't really trying to bring her pleasure either, that was a side effect. What he wanted was to inject as much of his man mucus into her backside as he could, knowing it was an addictive substance to his partners, knowing that was the fastest way for her to absorb his seed with its effects, and knowing that by dinner time she would be begging for a follow up dose.

That was his goal, making her into a total whore that would do his bidding just to get a little more of his slime in her tummy. It was how he recruited his ho's, ever since he discovered the power while at NYU. His New York operations, as well as the one in Vegas, were both being run competently by his sister Drew. The Paris operation was dead and there were probably warrants out for him by the Gendarmerie Magique, so there was no going back to France. Still it was a big world and once his British operation was up and running, led by Chase and Levesque, he could expand to the Pacific Rim or Russia. The demand for hot women, who were willing and skilled at pleasing men, and the occasional woman, was not going to go away anytime soon. Chase just had to learn her place in the world, and Mitchell was stuffing her full for that reason, and that reason only. She had to learn to whom she belonged. She had to learn that she was nothing more than his whore.

She could feel every inch of his invading flesh and relished each stroke. Every sense was heightened and her nerves stayed on end as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. When she felt his member swell rhythmically as he pumped his seed deep inside her it was more than she could take and she cried out at the joy she was feeling.

'Getting ass fucked is not supposed to feel this good, and yet here we are. Thanks Aphrodite magic' she thought in a brief moment of lucidity before she collapsed on the bed. 'I wonder if he wants to do it again…'

Mitchell unceremoniously pulled himself from Annabeth and went to the shower to clean up. Annabeth was relieved by this as had he just laid beside her it would have led to kissing and touching each other, and probably kissing something that had just came out of her backside and that sounded gross. In her post orgasmic glow she rationalized that she probably would have done it, but then would have been skeeved out for weeks.

Laurens returned from the shower and dressed without saying anything. Just as he was about to leave he said to Annabeth, who was still face down on the bed, naked and exposed, "I'll be back after dinner, I may need to tap that ass again."

He then spanked one cheek, not hard enough to bruise but more than a playful slap, and went out the door.

Uh dude. Why would I want you to? I mean, it was great but I have other needs, and not just sexual ones. You're just using me like Percy did last night. I've got to get away from these assholes.' Annabeth thought to herself.

With that she arose, bathed again, got dressed, used magic to pack for a couple of days, then got a hotel reservation via her Daedalus laptop. A patronus to Minerva saying she would be traveling on business for a couple of days and should not be contacted except in the case of an emergency, and she port keyed to a four star hotel in London.

There, she finally got to take her nap, undisturbed.