Again Orpheo was depressed. How his life could have been different. Having
been born the son of a wealthy Macedonian nobleman, his expectations were
higher, and the bitterness of his slavery thus more biting. And he just wasn't
any slave. He was the servant of a lowly Greek shepherd! These Greeks confused
him. In his native Macedonia, no one but noblemen owned slaves, yet in Greece,
as reward for the successful wars fought by their citizen armies, many young men
such as himself, now found themselves serving peasants. His depression was
brought on by the realization that his eighteenth birthday was approaching. If
he had not been a slave, he would soon be marrying and taking his rightful place
in the world. Now what prospects did he have. Although ruggedly handsome with
dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes, he was as yet unknown to women. Yes it was
true that on the few occasions his master took him into the city he made quite
an impression on the women there, but still who would bother with a slave. He
had not been fortunate enough to be indentured to some nobleman's house where he
could exorcise his passions with some lusty house maid. Jocco, his master, had
no other slaves, and being a shepherd he also had no dealings with other people.
As he lay down upon the warm grassy ground and looked up at the sky his hand
wandered again under his tunic to stroke that appendage he feared he would never
be able to use as it was intended. After his lust was satisfied he fell into a
deep sleep. Several hours later he was awoken by the sound of a lamb crying in
great pain. Filled with panic he jumped to his feet and pulled on his sandals.
If one of the sheep were lost, Jocco would beat him unmercifully. Still groggy
with sleep he stumbled through the woods following the sound. After a few
minutes he approached a clearing and crouched as he heard dozens of young
women's voices. Orpheo could not believe his young virgin eyes. In the clearing
were two dozen women, completely naked writhing in the moonlight. His eyes were
transfixed as dozens of young supple breasts swayed rhythmically to light flute
music one of the older women were playing. In the center of this ceremony, one
of his sheep lay on a stone alter, eviscerated from crotch to neck. Slowly each
of the young women began to scoop out the entrails and smear the blood over
their bodies. Orpheo was completely paralyzed with both lust and fear. Having
never seen a woman naked, his penis began to awaken from the frenetic display
being presented. Each girl sensuously coated their breasts and stomachs with the
poor sheep's blood. As they danced, their pace increased as each one began to
lower their hands to their shaved crotches. Joining in unconsciously, Orpheo
began to masturbate along with the nymphs. After five or six minutes all of the
girls came together in one gigantic orgiastic scream. Suddenly a blue light
began to appear over the alter. Visit us Aphrodite! Appear to your unworthy
supplicants! They began to scream as the continued to finger themselves into
ecstasy. Then he saw her! Standing seven feet tall she was stunning. Her breasts
were large and perfectly round. Her long hair fell about her shoulders and
wrapped around her waist. Her tresses were like spun gold. On her crotch her
pubic hair appeared as golden fire and crackled and popped in the wind. Orpheo
was in the presence of Aphrodite! The site of the Goddess was too much for a
mortal man to bear. Orpheo was racked with searing pain throughout he testicles
and he fell to the ground in agony. All the lust and desire one could ever
acquire in one lifetime now burst through him at once. A he looked at his crotch
he was afraid he would burst. His cock was now purple and throbbing
uncontrollably, his testicles dark and engorged with semen. He cried out in
torment for relief. SILENCE! Aphrodite commanded. Her supplicants obeyed and
immediately the evening was as still as a dead winters night. WHAT MAN DARES TO
DISTURB MY SANCTUARY! She screamed, causing the trees to quiver at her fury.
Frightened, Julia, one of Aphrodite's young worshippers found Orpheo grasping
his engorged balls groaning in the bushes. Here he is mighty Aphrodite! Here is
the defiler! she screamed as she dragged Orpheo into the clearing. Orpheo
trembled in fear and cowered before the vengeful Goddess. Please Aphrodite, I
did not mean to offend you! Please have mercy! He dared not look at her again,
but just shivered and groveled at her feet. Hmmmmm Aphrodite thought as she
looked at the young slave at her feet. Although a goddess, she was always
searching for new delights. I shall spare youä she declared as she shrank her
appearance to that of a beautiful young maiden. My form will now be less
dangerous to you she said as she gently cupped her long slender fingers under
his jaw. As she touched his face she smiled even wider. You are a virgin! she
exclaimed. Orpheo turned red from shame and fear as he slowly turned his eyes
upwards to her. Even now in mortal form she was the most beautiful woman he had
ever seen. Her feminine form was perfect as her breast hung heavy from her chest
and her long golden hair tossed in the breeze. Instantly Orpheo was hopelessly
in love with her. Yes, you are to my liking! she smirked. What sacrifices do you
Spartan camp followers bring me! Lambs blood! Ha! This is better than any blood
sacrifice you could ever present! she mocked her followers. Now afraid of
offending their goddess, Mara, a lovely dark-haired Athenian girl lifted her
dagger and rushed at Orpheo. No No Aphrodite corrected as she prevented Mara
from killing Orpheo. I have a better sacrifice in mind. But for this sacrifice,
we must keep him alive. Orpheo! stand up! she bellowed. Orpheo, deep in a
romantic trance obeyed and stood before her obediently. ãA young mans
unfulfilled desire is like ambrosia to me Aphrodite told her priestess. You are
to sacrifice this mans desire to my presence from now on, but you must never let
his appetite be whetted. The stronger his desire, the more I will shower you and
your followers with blessings. Now go and do as I command! and with that she
dissolved into nothingness. Orpheo, now out of the goddesses presence, began to
regain his senses. As he shook his head to release the sleepiness, he was
disconcerted to discover he was now the center of attention for all these
beautiful women. Come with me Orpheo, come to my bed Mara cooed invitingly as
she stroked her hands across Orpheos chest. No me, Orpheo, me! Julia pleaded as
she raked her nails down his back. Orpheo's head was swimming with a combination
of confusion and delight. A few hours he was bemoaning his potentially permanent
virginity and now he was being fought over by two of the most lovely women he
had seen. No no girls, remember what Aphrodite instructed Sibyl, Aphrodite's
chief priestess, lectured as she led Orpheo from the clutches of Mara and Julia.
Orpheo was still hazy from the vision of Aphrodite so he compliantly let himself
be led. As he stared deeply into Sibyl's black eyes he felt himself unable to
move. As the knots of his tunic were cut away he tried in vain to cover his
shame but found that his arms were equally frozen. The stifled giggles and gasps
of approval from the other girls caused his face to glow red in shame, but he
was impotent to fight his humiliation. As a golden collar was locked around his
neck and his wrists were shackled to it, his brain raced in fear. Was he to
suffer the same fate as the sheep. As his mind frantically puzzled his heinous
fate, Julia knelt before him and took his erect cock into her velvety mouth. The
sensation of her skilled tongue on his tortured organ temporarily distracted him
from his worries of danger. As he felt the sperm rise in his bowels, Joco came
crashing through the clearing. DAMN THAT ORPHEO! I WILL SKIN HIM ALIVE FOR HIS
LAZINESS! When Jocco looked up and realized he was in the presence of Sibyl, the
chief priestess of Aphrodite, he prostrated himself before her and begged her
pardon for his sacrilege. Rise humble servant Sibyl commanded and Jocco rose to
his feet. When he saw Orpheo being serviced by one of the temple girls, his eyes
about flew out of his head. Is this your slave? Sibyl asked nonchalantly. Yes
Mistress Jocco answered humbly. Here! Sibyl said as she tossed Jocco a bag of
gold. This should cover his price. We are purchasing him for the temple. Jocco,
astonished at the generous sum he just received, grabbed the bag and bowed his
way out of the clearing. There Orpheo Sibyl said as Orpheo writhed in sensuous
pleasure. You belong to Aphrodite now. Then Sibyl, sensing his imminent release,
placed her hand onto Julia's head, causing her to immediately stop her oral
ministrations. Orpheo, reeling from pleasure and desperate for release, swayed
forward as he almost fell. Pleadingly he gazed into her eyes and begged her to
have Julia finish him. Sorry Orpheo, you are to remain technically chaste. Never
again will you feel the warm release of orgasm, only the slow erotic build to
the tortuous brink. With that Sibyl clapped her hands and they began to lead the
bound, naked, erect and desperate Orpheo off to the temple. As they left Orpheo
wondered what torments awaited him. To be continued......
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