Warning: The following chapter includes content that may be disturbing to some, if not most, readers. Such content includes, but is not limited to, sexual assault, coercion, rape, knifeplay, and sadism. This is not a healthy representation of BDSM or its participants. Also, this author does not condone the actions demonstrated in this chapter. If you find it uncomfortable to read, do keep in mind that it is deliberate. I am demonizing the following content for what it is, and will never endorse the participation of activity demonstrated within. If you continue, it is at your own risk. This is Ronin signing off.

Annabeth Goes Full Dominatrix

Surprise, surprise, Annabeth was in the library. I couldn't make out exactly what she was reading, but it looked to be a novel of sorts.

"Hey, Wise Girl."

She perked up, nearly falling from her seat.

"Oh! Hey, babe." She tucked away the book in an effort to conceal it. "What's up?"

I decided to play a game with her. I narrowed my eyes and glanced towards her shoulder. "Move, spider!"

Just as I thought, Annabeth screamed for all it was worth. After her run in with Arachne, I couldn't necessarily blame her. She jumped into my arms in an almost comedic manner, crawling over my shoulders until she froze, nearly perched like a lizard.

I laughed as she realized how badly I duped her. She climbed off of me and started punching my shoulder.

"THAT. WAS. NOT . FUNNY," she yelled, landing a hit with every word.

I ignored the aching in my shoulder and kept laughing as I went for my target. She didn't realize she left her book on the table when she jumped, so I had no trouble grabbing it. Before she realized what I was doing, I took one look at the front cover and smirked at her.

"Really? Of all of the books that you could read, this is what you go with? Do I have to start making you refer to me as 'Mr. Grey?'"

Her face clued me in to her embarrassment. I could see how badly she wanted to shrink into a ball (most likely a bowling ball with me as the pins, but eh, details). I laughed and hugged her, though she refused to move whatsoever.

A few minutes passed before she started mumbling in my shoulder. "You were gone for six months Percy. I couldn't just watch porn to relieve myself while in camp, so I turned to this. No one would suspect anything from a daughter of Athena reading. Plus, most know to steer clear of me when I'm reading. I was just finishing this one up for the sake of closure."

I couldn't deny her logic, but it did make me feel bad for her. I never really thought about that. Sure, she was my only memory when I woke up at the Wolf House, but I was too caught up in surviving to think about her in that manner. She probably spent months stressed because I was gone, but it was probably made worse again because I wasn't there to "relieve her" of said stress, thus sending her into a downward spiral of panic and sexual frustration.

I kissed her forehead. "Anything in that book you wanna try out?"

She refused to look up at me, "Well… there was one thing…" She reached behind herself and pulled out a set of handcuffs.

"I trust you, Percy. And… well, I've gotten curious." She looked back up at me. The pleading look in her stormy grey eyes practically reduced me to my knees. Our eyes competed often, though I almost always groveled first.

"Okay, Wise Girl," I said as I picked her up bridal style. "Let's go."

The trip was easy enough. Me carrying her like this was ridiculously corny, but I think that's why I liked to do it so much. We passed the door and I laid her on the bed. I crawled in with her, kissing her as I moved on top. Sure, we spent a while kissing each other while on the Argo II, but it always seemed to get interrupted by someone else onboard, or be rushed by some monster attacking the ship. Regardless, those kisses held nothing to the raw passion that passed between the lips of Annabeth and myself at this moment. I stroked her golden locks and she rubbed my arms as our mouths battled one another, our tongues wrestling for dominance.

That's when it happened. She rubbed down to my forearms and made a move to look like she was going to clasp my hand. However, instead I heard a metallic SHNICKT as a cold feeling wrapped around my wrist. I pulled back and looked down, but before I could, Annabeth took advantage of my confused state and wrestled me onto the bed. It took only seconds before I could realize what happened, but that was all Annabeth needed for her to leave me in handcuffs.

"Uh… Annabeth, what exactly are you doing?"

She grinned evilly. "Consider this payback for the library, Seaweed Brain."

I tried to hobble off of the bed since my legs were still free, but she tackled me once again. In my current state, I was no challenge. However, another set of handcuffs appeared in her hands, and she used it to cuff my hands to a bedpost.

Even in the awkward position, I still tried to swing my way out, but even I have to admit it was an extremely short sighted plan. She once again pinned me down and uncuffed my double cuffed hand. For a moment, I thought she was gonna let me go, but I never was that lucky. She simply rotated the cuff and used it to lock my other hand to the adjacent bedpost. I couldn't help but think about how much I looked the way Khione did when she was chained up. I looked like I was ready to be crucified; a tribute to the goddess that was Annabeth.

"Okay Annabeth," I laughed nervously, "joke's over."

She stood there above me with her arms crossed. Is it bad that I found her extremely hot when she looked intimidating like this? Maybe that's why I never minded our fights.

"Oh, no Percy. You are gonna be here all day and night. And if you're a good boy"— she got down on both knees so her crotch was rubbing mine and whispered into my ear— "then maybe I will let you out."

I bucked my hips underneath her, but she simply laughed at my attempt. She slithered off of me, taking extra care to rub down my torso as she went. Needless to say, I groaned as she did so.

She then started a little dance while standing above me, swaying her hips as she rubbed up and down her toned body. She then grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it off, revealing a lacy dark blue bra covering her glorious breasts. I whimpered and struggled to leave my restraints.

"Oh, come on, Annabeth."

There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to take hold of her confined melons. But alas, I couldn't move at all.

She continued her dance, though now she played more with her breasts, jiggling them in their beautiful blue prison. She would even go as far as to lean down to me and almost press them against my face. Almost. She would then pull away and continue her agonizingly sexy dance. No music was necessary. She pulled off incredible movements with a tantalizing rhythm of her own.

I groaned as my erection continued to press outward, straining to get some attention from this divine beauty. No such luck yet. My eyes bugged out of my head as she turned around and moved to pull down her jeans. She swayed her hips the whole time and I couldn't resist but staring at the lovely tanned cheeks that greeted me. They were round, but muscled very well, the kind of butt formed only after years of hard work. Of course, she also had to be wearing matching dark blue panties. I moaned heavily, and even slightly drooled at the sight. She knew very well what that color on her did to me.

She was now in only her bra and panties, but she refused to let up on the dance. I realized just how severe the torture Tantalus faced in the Fields of Punishment was. It was painful to see how close something you crave was, but to then be incapable of taking it for yourself. My eyes lit up with hope as she leaned down and started rubbing my abdomen. She then almost immediately stood up and walked off of the bed, which confused me and elicited a whimper at the loss of contact.

"Annabeth, you're killing m—"

My voice stuck in my throat as she returned, not so subtly carrying a dagger in hand. This was clearly not her previous dagger, as this one reflected a silver light. The thought still didn't comfort me. I went wide eyed as she brought her dagger closer to me. I never read Fifty Shades, but I was pretty sure they never went down this route of pain with how kinky they got.

She brought her dagger up to my neck before slashing her way down my shirt, leaving it open like a vest.

"WHAT THE HELL, ANNABETH?"

She cut my sternum, which obviously worried me a bit. That wasn't the worst part. What really scared me was when she saw the cut, Annabeth decided to lick up the small amount of blood that pushed its way out, keeping her eyes locked on mine the whole time. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't look away as my Wise Girl went ametuer vampire on me. I could only moan as she did.

Did I really just turn masochistic?

"Annabeth… Stop… Please…"

"Not a chance, Seaweed Brain. You did this to yourself."

She then used her dagger to cut a strip of cloth off of my new vest and stuffed it into my mouth. Even in my panicked state, the message was clear; stop talking. Several kisses along my torso later, and her head was level with my waistline. She then grinned up at me as she unbuckled my shorts and yanked them down.

For a moment, I was happy to finally get some relief, but Annabeth immediately made sure I was not satisfied. She crawled up to me and started grinding against me. The contact overloaded with with sensations I craved for, but I could only beg for more.

As if sensing my despair, she moved her hand down to my clothed crotch and started rubbing it. Just gently at first, which brought forth a great deal of relief, as I moaned out and closed my eyes. However, my eyes shot back open when she suddenly squeezed my package hard. She then roughly rubbed it again. While my length was giving a very positive response, I could only think about how much this hurt. It was so uncomfortable, but it also felt so good! Ugh, what is she doing to me?!

She seemed to grow tired of my clothing as she decided to try the same thing, but this time with her hands actually in my boxers. The contact again felt great, but it was so rough it almost brought tears to my eyes. Her dry hands chafed roughly against my manhood as she stroked it. Her hands were never this dry. Not even in combat.

The pain and pleasure that emanated from my core became too much, so I tried squirming away from her. She was not going to allow that, so as I made my move, she moved her hands to squeeze something a little more delicate, or two somethings. With my balls quite literally in a vice, I knew better than to struggle. Her eyes maintained contact with mine this whole time. Those startling grey eyes that always entranced me were so dark I was almost afraid Typhon himself would appear in them. She wanted me to be powerless. She wanted me to beg for mercy. Me and my defiant self of course would not make it easy and give her what she wanted. I simply closed my eyes and turned my head, ready to let her have her way with me. She removed her hands from my crotch. I felt a shift in weight in the bed, then things went still.

WHAAPPP!

My eyes jolted open and I cried out in pain as I registered how hard she slapped me in the face. I knew even the gods were not gonna try anything against Annabeth for breaking the rules about not hurting me. She was just as terrifying, if not more so, than me.

I stared back at her in shock as she returned to her position, but she decided I had enough torture from her hands. She yanked my boxers off of me and cast them aside. She then moved her head so it was level with my crotch, all while again staring at me with those beautifully intimidating grey eyes. She slowly licked my length, starting at the tip and working her way down before reversing the action, giving the underside of my head a little flick which caused me to buck my hips and groan out.

Out of nowhere, she immediately plunged her head on my rod and quickly bobbed her head up and down it, sucking roughly as she went along and practically slobbered all over me. This was the first real relief she gave me. Perhaps she was done with the torture? She continued this for several minutes until my hips started to buck erratically. I was about to blow my load and she knew it. She waited until the last minute and pulled herself off of me.

I was ready to cry from the pain this put me in. At this point, my balls were churning and probably going purple. I groaned out loudly, trying to curse her out, but my cloth gag kept me from doing so. She then crawled up to me until her face was only inches away from mine.

"Are you gonna be a good boy?"

Desperate, I nodded my head rapidly. If it got me out of this position, I would do whatever she wanted me to.

"Then beg. Beg me for what you want."

I made a muffled grunt through the gag as my eyes went wide with shock.

She wants me to what?! Did I say that I would do anything she wanted? Crap. I did.

I decided to swallow my pride and started mumbling through the cloth in my mouth.

"What was that? Speak up."

I started trying to talk louder, but my mouth simply could not enunciate anything.

"Okay then. If you won't beg, then I guess I'll have to keep blue balling you."

I started wildly thrashing while almost crying, screaming through the gag. Once again she slapped me, but this time she did it so hard it knocked the fabric out of my mouth.

"What is it? What do you want!?"

In tears and with bloody lips, I ]repeated the line "I wanna fuck you, I wanna fuck you" over and over again as I hyperventilated. I grumbled in agony as my pain continued to build. Never getting any release kind of does that.

"Well, that's funny," she said. "Because from where I'm at, it looks like I'm gonna fuck you."

I went quiet. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, broken and defeated.

"Say it."

I looked at her with my eyes pleading for mercy.

"Say what is about to happen! Now!"

I groaned. "You're gonna fuck me"

"Now beg for it!"

I wouldn't even meet her eyes anymore. She didn't seem to like that, and squeezed my crotch in a death grip.

"BEG FOR IT!"

"Please, for the love of Olympus, just fuck me!" I screamed, in tears. Broken. Broken before the power of Annabeth.

"Don't you dare cum before me." She said that as she slipped her panties off. Her second set of lips were drenched and leaking all the way down her muscled legs. I couldn't believe how much she enjoyed what she was putting me through.

She then positioned herself above me and mercilessly slammed herself on to my shaft. She bounced up and down without relenting for what seemed like forever. She then began rolling her hips. I felt powerless below her. I loved what she was doing, but needed the control. The sensations pulsing through my body conflicted with my own desires.

It was then when I actually took a moment to study her face. She didn't make any sounds, but her face seemed under stress, contorted with pleasure. I realized she was also stifling her moans by biting her lip. What gave that away? The trail of blood dripping from her mouth to her chin.

I felt a spark of hope rekindle itself. She was actually enjoying this. So much so in fact that she was actively hurting herself to keep from acknowledging how much pleasure was coursing through her.

With my hope rekindled, I began to meet her rolling hips with thrusts of my own. I thrusted upward, trying to finish her. She knew what I was doing. She knew it very well, but that didn't slow her down in the slightest. Rather, she sped up, gyrating her hips so quickly they soon became nothing but a blur. The feeling was too intense. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to climaxing. I began to seriously get scared of what she would do to me if I finished first.

Those thoughts were laid to rest. She quickly stopped and pulled off of me. She then squatted over my face and furiously rubbed her clit. I braced myself, knowing exactly what was happening. Within seconds, she finally let out a guttural moan. She gave an earnest attempt to muffle herself by her biting her lips. She exploded all over my face, her juices reached everywhere. This was her final victory. She could finish and drench me, marking her territory, all while I was helpless to prevent it. What infuriated me the most was how much I enjoyed the taste. It was like raw honey straight from the hive, untamed and sickeningly sweet.

Once again she blue balled me. My face was eventually no longer covered in just her squirt. Soon my tears mixed into the concoction as I silently wept in pain. She came down from her high, breathing heavily while sitting on my chest. She then looked down at me for a few seconds. I felt I should give her one last huzzah, so I looked back up to her. A few breaths passed before she leaned down and kissed me. It was a tender kiss. The type I became so familiar with over the years. The only difference was I could taste the mix of her cum and our blood. The coppery honey taste was oddly intoxicating. The familiarity relaxed me, but it did not help the painfully burning sensation downstairs.

"I love you, Percy," she whispered after pulling away.

I never thought I would be the one who ever needed after care. "I love you too Annabeth...But why did you do all of that? It was basically torture…" My lip was quivering at this point, as if I was actually now registering how terrified I was of someone I loved.

She looked straight into my eyes and sighed. "I went through that every day you were gone, Percy. Every day, I was terrified. I kept track of every minute that ticked by. I was scared, lonely, angry and extremely horny. I couldn't satisfy myself. It was a torture that seemed nonstop." I looked down, ashamed.

"Then," she continued. " I found you. I was no longer scared. I was elated to have you back with me in ways I don't think words could ever describe. And when you told me I was your one and only memory, I was ready to break… But even though we were back together, we never had a time for ourselves. Something like this was beyond the realm of thought, but that still didn't change the fact I was never satisfied. Not until now. I have spent the last several months in the same agony I put you through, even though you never intended to do the same to me."

I realized why she needed the books to keep her busy. I realized why she was talking about me having a big head, and my ego getting the best of me. She was suffering and I failed to notice it. I claimed to be able to read her, but I never actually looked much further than the surface. I was glad her fluids caked my face, otherwise she would have seen the tears I was weeping for her sake. I knew she would never want that.

She kissed me again and then moved over to my cuffed hand. She unlocked one side before proceeding to the other. Now free of my restraints, my more animalistic side told me to give her what she wanted and then some, to pound her into submission until my bed broke. But despite my urge to get payback for what she did, I simply used my newfound freedom to hug her. I hugged her and held her close, our breaths in sync.

She pulled back and looked behind herself. Sure enough, my erection was still very prominent, painfully swelling as my balls turned blue and purple.

"Well," she said. "I think it's about time we took care of that."

She then unclipped her bra and pulled off my sliced up shirt. We were now fully naked with one another, neither one wanting to be anywhere else as we held the other. I then made her gasp as I took hold of the globes on her chest I yearned to grab forever. I briefly looked outside and realized it was pitch black.

How long was she doing that?

I fondled her bouncing bundles of joy as she moaned at my actions. Something told me in the past, this was one thing she loved. It didn't take long though for her to pull back.

"I think it's about time we got to the main course."

She then pulled herself back, leaving a massive puddle of her juices on my chest. Once again she raised herself above my crotch, but this time she slowly lowered herself, moaning as she felt my swollen erection pulsing inside of her dripping love canal.

She was too spent to bounce, so she settled for rocking her hips back and forth, rolling them in a fluid motion as I met her every movement with a thrust of my own.

We were both too tired to ever try and conceal our pleasure. We were both moaning and groaning like love zombies. Neither one of us could be slaked. Soon it was just a matter of who could catch their second wind first. Luckily for me, being restrained for so long meant I hadn't exerted myself nearly as much as Annabeth. In her state, I knew she wasn't going to last, so I forced a change of pace.

I rolled us over and pressed her into the mattress. The once divine looking Annabeth was now exhausted and too tired to fight back. I began thrusting into her, pistoning myself like my life depended on it. My speeds and force grew greater and greater until I reduced Annabeth into a groaning wreck. Her words were indiscernible and her actions were sluggish. I had free reign and something told me she was loving every second of it. Soon it was just her screams that kept me moving. My erection was going nowhere anytime soon but my hips were soon screaming for me to stop.

I survived the pain of Annabeth, I could survive this pain of pleasure. I thrust for all it was worth until I could finally feel myself coming close. The near unconscious girl beneath me was also beginning to buck erratically. The idea became too great, as after hours of torture, we were both finally in a state of perpetual nirvana. It seemed as if only moments passed when she gave one final cry out as her body once again gripped my manhood in a vice. It was all too much as I released what seemed like gallons of my cum inside of her. I wasn't sure when I finished getting milked. It may have been ten seconds or ten minutes. But what I do know is when I was finished, I collapsed on top of Annabeth. She used her last bit of strength to roll us onto our sides.

She was bathed only in moonlight now. Her tan face and golden curls and grey eyes all glowed as if Artemis were granting her blessing upon her.

"Beautiful," I mumbled.

Too tired to even blush, Annabeth settled for kissing me. Just one last peck on the lips for the night.

"I love you," was all I could muster before getting pulled into a near comatose level of sleep.

A/N - Oh, to be too loyal for your own good. If only Percy wouldn't just give in so easily to Annabeth, right? Oh, well.

So, I've been reading up on the reviews. Dang, guys. I wasn't expecting that much support this early on. While I love simply getting reviews, regardless of length or content, I absolutely adore getting the lengthy reviews where you talk about what you liked and didn't like. Special shout outs to SinfulTurtle and Hi im Manu for your consistent lengthy reviews. If you're a guest, and you happen to be the one who posts the lengthy reviews as well, props to you. I absolutely love reading those. If you want to see what happens with Katie, you won't have to wait too long.

Before I get any more reviews trying to chew me out for this chapter, just have a little faith in me. I know very well how to go about a proper BDSM/S&M scene. You will get one in due time. This is not how I view these types of lifestyles, nor is this how I think they go down. Trust is important, and this clearly did not show any consent. I know that. Just put your trust in my ability as an author for a little bit longer so that way you can see the whole picture. I promise that by the end of the story, the Annabeth you see now is not what you will see then.

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