When Artemis opened her eyes, she felt an insane weight crush her from above.
No. How… How was this possible?
Somehow, she found herself back at Mount Othrys, holding up the sky once again. She was wearing a tattered silver dress and her legs were chained to the rock with celestial bronze. She was down on one knee, holding up the sky with both hands. The weight was crushing her.
No, no. They had beaten Atlas. Percy had tricked him into taking the burden again. How was she back here?
"Artemis," a voice spoke.
She looked up. "Percy Jackson?"
It was him. But he looked older, more like eighteen or nineteen. His jet black hair was longer and more disheveled and he was taller and more muscular. This was especially obvious since he was not wearing a shirt.
"Good to see you again, Lady Artemis," he flashed her a crooked smile.
That smile was new too, and it filled her with an odd feeling she couldn't quite place.
"W-What's going on?" Artemis asked. "Where is everyone?"
"It's just you and me, my lady."
You and me? But… "Did you capture me?"
"Oh no," he said, calmly. "You captured yourself."
Percy walked up to her. He crouched down so they were eye level. Then, he slid one finger over her cheek.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Did you betray us? I knew I should have killed you."
"You're being very ungrateful, my little goddess." He brushed his fingers past her lips.
"Release me at once," she demanded. Artemis tried to bite him, but he pulled back.
"You know," Percy said. "I think I deserve a reward for saving you."
"Release me," she repeated.
"After I take my reward."
"Ugh. Fine. What the fuck do you want?"
"Oh," he chuckled. "You know what I want. Here, let me show you."
He grabbed her dress and pulled. With a ripping sound, it tore further.
"You fucking."
"That's enough talking."
He roughly stuffed her dress into her mouth, gagging her. She screamed, but he ignored her.
Percy grabbed her panties and tore them off as well, leaving her completely naked.
"Too bad you always take this form," Percy said. "I would have liked you a little bustier."
He roughly grabbed her small tits.
Her eyes pleaded with him, but that didn't deter him one bit.
"On the other hand, there is something fun about torturing these tiny tits of yours."
His fingers twisted her nipples hard. She screamed in the gag.
Maybe it was good she was gagged? She didn't want to bite off her own tongue.
Artemis tried to relax. He would just have some fun with her and then he'd release her. Percy had not captured her. He was just mad she hadn't shown him proper gratitude. And as much as she hated this, he had a point there.
Finally, he released her breasts.
Okay. Now he would-
Wait, why was he walking around her? No. What-
He kicked her other leg away. She collapsed. The Weight of the Sky shifted to her shoulders, which forced her face first into the dust.
This was really bad. She was kneeling, with her face on the ground and her knees below her belly. The weight on her shoulders and back was so heavy she couldn't move. But it was about to get worse. Because he grabbed her legs and forced them backwards. This pushed her butt up high and arched her back.
No. No!
Artemis struggled, but there was nothing she could do. She could not shift her position. With all of the weight at the front, her feet were dangling uselessly in the air. Only her knees touched the ground, but she could not shift them forward or backwards.
"Such a nice pussy," he commented.
No. Don't stare at it.
He didn't hear her of course. She was still gagged.
Percy inserted one finger into her pussy. "Ah. Nice and tight. Just the way a virgin goddess should feel."
She grunted even harder. Nothing had ever gone in there. Not even her own fingers.
He added a second finger. Slowly, he pushed in and out of her.
"Wait," he said. "Are you getting wet?"
No. Of course she wasn't getting wet. Why would she get wet from this assault?
He continued to play with her. Artemis continued to scream into her gag.
It hurt really bad. She was way too tight. Even his fingers were stretching her out.
Then, he pulled back. Artemis let out a breath of relief. It was over. He was satisfied.
But then, she heard an unmistakable sound. A zipper.
No. No, please. She didn't want this. She wanted to stay a virgin. She couldn't have this… this boy take her precious-
"Artemis. Artemis!"
With a jolt, she woke up.
"My lady?" a female voice asked. "Lady Artemis?"
"What? How?" Artemis pulled up the covers higher. "Wha-What's going on?"
"It's me," Thalia said. "Are you okay?"
Artemis looked around. She was lying in her bed, beneath thick covers which were drenched in cold sweat. In the half-light, she could see Thalia sitting at the end of the bed. Outside the tent, the wind was howling.
"I think you had a nightmare," Thalia explained. "I heard… tossing and turning. And uh…"
Artemis felt her cheeks burn. "I'm fine," she said. "Please go back outside."
"Are you sure? You look pale and sweaty."
"Thalia." Artemis put her hands on Thalia's shoulders. "I'm fine."
"Uh," Thalia blushed. "Your dress."
Artemis looked down. When she removed her hands, the covers had fallen down. And for some reason, Artemis was now wearing a ripped silver dress. Really badly ripped. Thalia could see pretty much everything.
She must have ripped it herself unconsciously in her drea- nightmare. In her nightmare.
"Did you dream about the-"
"Leave me," Artemis ordered. "Now."
"Y-Yes, my lady. My apologies"
Thalia left the tent. She closed the zipper again.
Artemis lay back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. Her fingers moved down beneath the covers.
Come on you stupid nightmare. Come back.