Adonis Raped
By the AlexanderIncarnate
What was I to do when she came to me? What could I do? What couldn't I do? She, after all, was a goddess, and I was just a scared little boy, really that's what I was, a boy, trapped in a man's body. She told me it would be okay, she said I would like it. She said I would feel things that no other man had felt, feel pleasure like no other. I do not deny that I liked it. It felt good, real good, the way she would touch me and kiss me. The way she made love to me.
Her beauty was breath-taking, indescribable; she really was the goddess of beauty. I loved the way her violet eyes would blaze when she reached her peak, or the way her brown hair tossed like liquid gold in the motion. I had what every mortal man, and even every immortal man, had wanted. She laid there in the flowers afterwards and just stare deep into my eyes. Her eyes held all of her beauty. That's when I wanted her most, that's when she touched me and I would explode with pleasure, that's when I wanted to die.
Then she would promise me things, wonderful things, and kiss me deep on my lips. I would give in to her, dive into her body; want to drown in her flesh.
She would claw at my back, and run her beautiful fingers through my hair, she would roll over and tease my face with her brown locks, all the while looking deep into me, surround me, seduce me.
I would grow drunk off of her just like wine; she would give me all the pleasure in the world, then just leave. She would be gone for days, weeks, even months. She would famish me, make me go mad without it, she was only teasing me, then she would return and we would revel some more.
It would drive me mad, she was driving me mad; it was like running at a sprint, then stopping abruptly. The way she would deny me of it then give it back to me, it was slowly killing me.
I begged her not to go, pleaded; threaten to kill myself if she denied me. She would only smile, take my hands and place them on her breasts, kiss me deeply, and then vanish into the air.
I hallucinated, and went stark crazy without her. I would wail like a baby all day, and vomit all over myself. At night dreaded fevers would give me horrible nightmares; I would wake up in cold sweats, shaking all over.
Then she would come and it would evaporate like water in the desert. She wouldn't even speak anymore, but just hold me down and rape me over and over again, till I passed out or could give no more, then she would just lay there and stare at me softy playing with my hair and calling out my name.
Then Ares found out, and all hell broke loose. He never told her but he would come while she was gone. He would slap me around, beat me to the verge of death, then revive me; he would then even rape me with his powerful body.
She would come, love me, and then rape me. He would come, beat me, and then rape me. I was locked in this horrible cycle of love, hate, and rape. I had to get out I was going mad, dying again and again.
Ares never raped me out of love or lust, he just did it to show dominance, say, "Hey, kid, I'm stronger than you", he did it to drive me mad, to make me feel weak. Well, it worked.
The day finally came when he killed me, the thing I had begged for, he stabbed me in my heart. Then she came, acting all depressed, when all she was was angry because her hot sex had been killed.
She came into the Underworld, demanding my soul, and she got it, probable slept with Hades for it. Then I, after a nice, peaceful, brief afterlife, was snapped back into it all over again. The beating, the raping by both of them, went on forever, only this time I couldn't die. I couldn't die, I couldn't die. I was trapped all over again.
What was I to do when she came to me? What could I do? What couldn't I do? She, after all, was a goddess, and I was just a scared little boy, really that's what I was, a boy, trapped in a man's body. She told me it would be okay, she said I would like it. She said I would feel things that no other man had felt, feel pleasure like no other. I do not deny that I liked it. It felt good, real good, the way she would touch me and kiss me. The way she made love to me.
Her beauty was breath-taking, indescribable; she really was the goddess of beauty. I loved the way her violet eyes would blaze when she reached her peak, or the way her brown hair tossed like liquid gold in the motion. I had what every mortal man, and even every immortal man, had wanted. She laid there in the flowers afterwards and just stare deep into my eyes. Her eyes held all of her beauty. That's when I wanted her most, that's when she touched me and I would explode with pleasure, that's when I wanted to die.
Then she would promise me things, wonderful things, and kiss me deep on my lips. I would give in to her, dive into her body; want to drown in her flesh.
She would claw at my back, and run her beautiful fingers through my hair, she would roll over and tease my face with her brown locks, all the while looking deep into me, surround me, seduce me.
I would grow drunk off of her just like wine; she would give me all the pleasure in the world, then just leave. She would be gone for days, weeks, even months. She would famish me, make me go mad without it, she was only teasing me, then she would return and we would revel some more.
It would drive me mad, she was driving me mad; it was like running at a sprint, then stopping abruptly. The way she would deny me of it then give it back to me, it was slowly killing me.
I begged her not to go, pleaded; threaten to kill myself if she denied me. She would only smile, take my hands and place them on her breasts, kiss me deeply, and then vanish into the air.
I hallucinated, and went stark crazy without her. I would wail like a baby all day, and vomit all over myself. At night dreaded fevers would give me horrible nightmares; I would wake up in cold sweats, shaking all over.
Then she would come and it would evaporate like water in the desert. She wouldn't even speak anymore, but just hold me down and rape me over and over again, till I passed out or could give no more, then she would just lay there and stare at me softy playing with my hair and calling out my name.
Then Ares found out, and all hell broke loose. He never told her but he would come while she was gone. He would slap me around, beat me to the verge of death, then revive me; he would then even rape me with his powerful body.
She would come, love me, and then rape me. He would come, beat me, and then rape me. I was locked in this horrible cycle of love, hate, and rape. I had to get out I was going mad, dying again and again.
Ares never raped me out of love or lust, he just did it to show dominance, say, "Hey, kid, I'm stronger than you", he did it to drive me mad, to make me feel weak. Well, it worked.
The day finally came when he killed me, the thing I had begged for, he stabbed me in my heart. Then she came, acting all depressed, when all she was was angry because her hot sex had been killed.
She came into the Underworld, demanding my soul, and she got it, probable slept with Hades for it. Then I, after a nice, peaceful, brief afterlife, was snapped back into it all over again. The beating, the raping by both of them, went on forever, only this time I couldn't die. I couldn't die, I couldn't die. I was trapped all over again.