Two weeks after I agreed to the agreement with Odysseus's men to provide sexual favors in return for farm help, one of the men comes up to me who states he is ready to take his turn for the week. I remove my dress and walk to the lounge to lie down, but he takes my hand and guides me to the stables. He has set up a curious contraption he must have built himself. It looks like a blanket nailed on top of a tall, very heavy oak bench with two boards slightly lower on either side.
He instructs me to bend over the top, and then to crawl forward so my knees and elbows are supported by the lower side boards. The bench is about as long as I am from my butt to the top of my head, and my rear end hangs over a bit. He begins tying my legs down at the ankles, then my thighs which are now strapped tightly to the support beams. He ties me down at the waist very tightly. He walks around to the front and ties my wrists down. He steps back, and I look at him curiously. I've already agreed to allow all of the men to enter me, there is no need to tie me up. Before I can ask what all this is about, he drops his robe.
My stomach drops with it.
My eyes follow his body hair in a trail down to his crotch. He has the largest cock I've ever seen, a good inch thicker and two inches longer than the biggest man on the island. He's even bigger than Hermes. If I tried to grasp it with my hand, my fingers would not touch. I doubt he would fit in my mouth.
"I've been waiting for this moment with high anticipation, Goddess. In Troy, I could scarcely find a young woman who would let me bed her willingly, so I had to resort to less gentlemanly methods of releasing. I've been pretty pent up. With my friends stretching you out for days, though, I might be able to make it fit."
My heart races as he walks behind me. I've already agreed to this, and there's nothing I can do. I'm hardly lubricated with nothing to make me wet.
I hear him spit. He wraps one hand around my mouth, and he uses the other to position himself at the entrance to my slit.
He slowly enters me vaginally first. It hurts. He hits my cervix and pushes even farther. I know I'm going to be bruised.
I suck in a gasp in shock when he then forces into me anally. He thrusts between them back and forth, switching between each opening after a few strokes in each as he decides which one he prefers. It is a shock. My slit and my backside sting from being stretched and from friction as his warm member pumps into each. I am hyperventilating through my nose, his hand is still clamped around my mouth to muffle my cries. Tears leak down my face. It is humiliating being used this way, mounted like an animal and helpless. I squirm, but he has tied me down tightly so I can't even move my hips slightly forward. I pray for him to use me with shallower strokes, but every thrust ends with his balls slapping my legs or pussy. He goes slowly for a long time, ponderously thrusting before finally choosing my anus. He enjoys several agonizing minutes of deep, powerful strokes before he milks himself to completion in my backside. I feel him pulse in my tight anal canal as his sticky hot load shoots out. It begins to overflow as he completes his finishing strokes. His semen drips down my pussy to the floor.
My legs are limp. I can't speak, I can't think. There is a puddle beneath me tinged with pink. I feel shaken up, broken, and rearranged. My entrances and my abdomen feel sore. He leaves me alone for an hour. When he returns, he gently unties me. With a satisfied smirk, he offers me a glass of wine.
"Better drink up and prepare yourself, I know there are several other men who will need to be pleased today. I look forward to repeating this many, many more times."
