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Holes in Time: It's Greek to Me By mrraizer Foreword The theory of time travel is a very paradoxical one. If you traveled back in time and mistakenly killed your grandmother: how would you be born to travel back in time in the first place? If that paradox is bypassed and you still exist somehow would time be different when you returned to your present? Would the world be different in some way, but somehow you became unaware of the change because you went back and did something that never was? Hence you become unaware of the change you just made? If you still exist, would someone else be your grandmother: causing you to go back in time to mistakenly kill another woman? Thus creating your own time travel loop in which you can never escape? But since time is a flawed concept perhaps we will never know these answers. H.G. Wells once said we travel forward in time constantly. The problem is traveling back or further than one's own lifetime. This concept seems impossible, but as a work of fantasy anything is possible. This story will deal very little with theory and very much with fantasy. All I can ask, as an author is to keep an open mind, suspend your disbelief, and try not to dwell on the paradoxes that (I guarantee) will come up. Enjoy. Part 1 It was exactly eleven seventeen P.M., August 23 2006. Such a lazy evening even for the summer. It was hot, so hot, that day people literally fried eggs on the sidewalk and took pictures. The evening brought an oppressive humidity that made the human body feel sluggish, tired. Even in New York City, the city that never sleeps people stayed inside under the millions of air conditioners that ran simultaneously draining all the power supplies in all five boroughs. Sooner or later a blackout would occur. When that happened, someone would be making a big move. A black form on the room of the Metropolitan Museum of Art sat patiently near a window. Occasionally, he would check his watch. Peeping over into a skylight he noticed a guard patrolling the room. He quickly pulled his head back from the skylight. He noted the guard came into the room every twenty-one minutes. That was six minutes slower than the three previous times he came to survey the security procedures. The heat had a serious effect on everyone, even the guards. If something went wrong which it always does, he would have an extra six minutes to make it right. He knew each room had a temperature sensor, and infrared laser sensors. That was just in the room. Each artifact was encased in two-centimeter thick security glass. The glass wasn't the problem, the guard wasn't the problem, and even the skylight that closed if the glass was cut wasn't a problem. Getting into the room was the problem. He would need a crew to do this and he was solo. Alone. Jimmy Madison's entire crew got pinched a month back during the job in L.A. a month back. He drove the getaway van that job and he smelled something wrong and hightailed it out of there before the cops got him. All he needed was one more job and his future would be set. His eyes surveyed the city skyline. The lights glimmered like diamonds on a black velour cloth in his hand. Then the blackout began rolling towards the museum. He knew he only had two minutes to get in, get out, and another twenty-one minutes to get to his car with the handful of goods. He began to set up his climbing gear while the blackout was about ten blocks away. Two minutes Jimmy. He rolled his Lycra ski mask down over his face. Two minutes Jimmy. The blackout hit the museum. Jimmy immediately broke the glass on one of the panes in the skylight. It wasn't pretty. But Jimmy knew the guard would be running towards the control room at this point. Close behind the falling, tinkling glass Jimmy slid down his rope. Undoing his harness as soon as his feet hit the ground, maybe even a second before, and his hands immediately pulled out a garbage bag size satin bag. He shook it out to open it. His hands flipped over the nearest case he landed near. A Grecian urn. "Beauty is truth, truth beauty." He whispered. It went into the bag. The glass didn't shatter because of its thickness. He still had one minute forty five seconds before the backup generator sent power to the pressure plates. His teacher taught him the best way to bypass technology was with simplicity. He went to the next case, which was some five feet away to flip it over to get to the contents. It contained some Etruscan jewelry. Into the bag its shimmering contents went. One minute Jimmy. He stalked another five feet to the next case. It was a tall one. He lifted the case and it tipped over onto the ground with a loud thunk. 'That was TOO loud.' he thought. He was right, that would shave at least fifteen seconds off of his work time. This would be the last piece. The case contained an ornate Spartan breastplate, helmet, and a wooden sword. He dropped the helmet in the bag first. The breastplate came next. His glove slipped on the inlaid ebony. Perspiration leeched through the thin gloves. The breastplate slipped into the bag with a cracking sound. The vase. He quickly tossed the ebony sword into the bag. He pulled the two strings closed. Around his back and through his arms the strings went. Twenty-five seconds Jimmy. Hustling back to rope he had stolen three items in one minute twenty seconds. Not bad for a lone wolf. His sinewy muscles pulled his weight plus thirty pounds up the rope hand over hand. Five feet to go, ten seconds. Careful not to touch the jagged glass on the edges of the pane. He pushed his foot off the casement and flipped through the pane. Two seconds Jimmy. The wavy bladed Spyderco knife slipped from his sleeve with a flick of his wrist. One second Jimmy. With a movement from his hand the matted blade severed the segment of rope close to his body. The rope fell back down into the museum. Just as the security door on the skylight rolled up. As he was removing the climbing harness, the alarms came on. With the harness still on the roof, Jimmy was sliding down the second rope. If the cameras caught him, it would be a blur. His eyes could no longer see the lights rolling back towards the museum, but he knew they were coming. He began to tear away at the Lycra body suit as he ran. Underneath the body suit was a pair of running shorts and a tank top. He stopped at a midnight blue 2005 Jaguar XK8, and gingerly he laid the bag into the trunk, which he opened with the trunk release on his keyless entry pad. He shut the trunk and continued his jog down Madison Avenue towards the subway. He finally remembered to remove his ski mask as the streetlights began to come on. His brown dreadlocks were freed from their ebony prison. He hopped a five train to the Bronx. He'd have to pick the car up tomorrow. He heard sirens in the distance as he slid his metrocard into the slot. With a beep he pushed through the turnstile and caught the train just as the doors were closing. Just in time. On the train ride he began to process what he had and how much he would get for it. The cracked vase would lessen its value. The armor didn't seem complete, it needed shin guards, but they weren't there, so it would count as a set. He made sure he had all the jewelry: that was another set. Three million easy. No partners to split the money with. Yes, Venezuela was nice this time of year. He wasn't out of the woods yet. He still had to get the car from the scene in a few hours before the meter ran out. Nothing would be worse than having a boot on his car in the morning. At five A.M. Jimmy appeared in a navy power suit from the train station on the Museum mile. He casually walked up to the car. Watching the police gathered around the closed museum from a block away he climbed into the Jaguar and drove away. Part 2 Alex woke up at seven am, just in time for breakfast. The TV woke him up like it did every morning. Good Day NY was on. They briefly mentioned some stolen Greek and Etruscan artifacts missing from the MET. The police had few leads, but little was stolen. They mentioned that the estimated value would be minute since all of the sets were incomplete. The news went directly to the weather after the blurb. Alex knew already. Hot, Hazy, and Humid. He flipped off the TV and removed his do rag. He smoothed his waves down with his hand and slipped on a pair of sweat pants. He had his last summer class final to take this morning, the dreaded Western European history final. There would of course be parties at NYU that night. Alex just had about twelve hours from now to decide which one to go to. The Western European history final was mad easy. Alex left the air-conditioned lecture hall ten minutes early. He blew through the final essay question on modern Europe. For a cherry on top he compared it to the Roman senate. Alex spent a few hours lazing in Washington Square Park. He bought a nickel bag of purple haze from a dread. When his blunt was nearly finished, he put it out on the concrete and watched a street comedian perform in one of the small amphitheaters. Just as the street comedian was about to pass his tip jar around, Alex left. He thought about strapping his roller blades on and skating to Central Park and catching a tan in the sheep's meadow. A half-hour later Alex was whizzing through the streets on his K2's. He ran into Phil a kid from down the hall in the dorms at Strawberry Fields. "S'up, dude!" Phil said with his hand raised. Phil was from Athens Georgia but he had a weird So Cal wannabe accent. He was a big Georgia boy through. He stood about 6'1, 215. He was all ruddy from the sun, his spiky hair made him look like a Spartan soldier Alex thought. With the exception of the tattoos running down his arms and the tribal piercing running through his nose. "Why don't you come down to the Pi Kappa party tonight, add some color to all them white boys." Phil said giving him a pound. A fist atop Alex's fist then vice versa followed by a pounding on the chest. It was an ancient greeting, Alex's history teacher told the class. The pound, the Greeks had a variation, the Bantu had a variation, and now 21st century Americans had a variation. "There is nothing new under the sun." Alex thought. "Yeah, I think I will, y'all Pi boys know how to throw some phat parties." He said after the pound. "Cool, I'm going to get back to the dorms and help my brothers set up for the night." Phil snapped his meaty fingers, "Oh yeah, we make this wicked brew we call it zombie wine, you know there's gonna be weed there homie, the only thing is you need a costume." Phil said rubbing his palms together. "What kind of costume?" Alex said furrowing his brows. "It's all hot and shit." "Dude! It's a toga party for the ladies." Phil rubbed his hands together once again. "The guys are going to wear like soldier type shit, Greek armor, Roman armor, you know shit like that." "Yeah, where do I get something like that?" Alex asked. "There's a costume shop on Waverly that sells all types of shit like that." Phil said pointing towards downtown. "I-ight, that sounds peace, cool, I'll rent one." Alex nodded and gave Phil another pound. Phil walked off, "Alright, see ya there... the Omicron Rho girls will be there so don't worry about bringing a date." The Omicron Rho girls were notorious for being the freakiest sorority in NYU. This would be an interesting night for Alex. He began to think of the slides he saw of the frescos that depicted the orgies of Dionysus in his Western European history class. Everything was a cycle he thought. He remembered the strange Grecian urn he saw at the MET a couple of weeks back that depicted a Spartan wedding ceremony. The strange thing was the woman was dressed in armor while the man had sex with her. But then again the professor did say the ancient Greeks were strange in that respect, something about early cross-dressing. He even mentioned Alex's favorite Greek hero Heracles had myth where he dressed as a woman. Damn, Hercules was his favorite show when he was a kid. It weirded him out even thinking about it. Alex pulled out a towel from his backpack and laid it on the ground in the sheep's meadow. He put on his polarized Oakley C-Wires and sat down on it. After a moment or two he went in his pack again and pulled out some SPF-8 sun block. He knew he wouldn't really burn out there. Melanin can be such a wonderful thing sometimes. His brown skin would darken a little, making him a chestnut color. He rubbed the sun block on his exposed parts. He removed his white wife beater. Soon after, he dozed off. Somehow during his sleep he remembered to flip over after a while. He awoke when a jet roared overhead. He checked his watch for the first time since the final, six P.M. The sun was starting to set, giving the trees and sky a chromatic orange opalescent glow. Alex packed up his things, took a long sip of his water, put his skates back on and left the park. Going straight from the park to the subway to the Village and finally Waverly Place, Alex arrived at the costume shop. The costume shop was huge. It seemed to look small from outside, but inside it was like a cavern of clothes. Up a set of black iron spiral stairs was a second floor with even more costumes. The basement had costumes as well. A punkish looking Goth girl was in the store alone. Her pink Mohawk was the only colorful thing on her black clad person. She had black runny mascara on her eyes, purposefully done. Her black off the shoulder tee had just enough holes in it to make it look sexy, even revealing that she had no bra on under it. Her black pants seemed to have too many zippers on them for uses. On her feet a pair of badly scuffed second hand pair of jungle boots that were two sizes too big. Her complexion was alabaster as if she would chip and shatter if the angry summer sun touched her. The shop smelled of incense. "Nag Chompa." Alex thought. The girl looked at Alex, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her tongue stuck out reaching the bottom of her chin. She began to make guttural moans and noises, as her neck seemed to loose all muscular strength it seemed to have a moment ago. She pointed at Alex. "You will take a journey tonight in which you will never return. This time! This time! That time! That time! Your form will twist and change and you will know what your mother did!" Her black lacquered nails seemed twisted grotesquely at Alex. Alex blinked. It felt like smoke from the incense was in his eyes. It was in his eyes. He was standing directly under a censer. The smoke came pouring down directly into his eyes. "Dude, don't do that, you'll go blind." The girl said flatly. Alex stepped from under the censer quickly. The girl reluctantly came over to him. "Can I help you?" She was short, 5'2, probably five inches shorter than Alex. 'She has classic Greek features.' Alex thought: sharp nose, almond eyes, pouty lips. 'She'd look good if she got a tan and got rid of all that shit on her face.' He mused. She was strangely attractive to him anyway. "Yeah, I need a Greek soldier outfit." He finally said. She shrugged in disinterest and waited for Alex to say something else. "Greek soldier outfit." He repeated. "Athenian, Theban, Spartan, Macedonian? What period?" she asked finally showing an emotion, frustration. "A Greek soldier outfit, it doesn't matter what kind." Alex said raising his voice. "Fuck it... just come with me in the back and take a look. Okay!?" she said twisting up her face. She walked down the stairs with a tiny gesture of her hand for Alex to follow. Alex followed her into the basement, "This is our Grecian shit." She said losing interest once again. Alex looked around for a moment. An ornate breastplate caught his eye. It was inlaid with ebony in spiral patterns. It almost looked ancient itself like it was more than a costume. "That one." he said. The girl looked at it. She seemed to warm up. Like she was having a private joke to herself. She looked inside, "Number 52, let me get you the rest of the shit." She said leaving him in the Greek area. A few minutes later she came back with a small bundle. A helmet was on top, under it a wooden sword. "Try it on." She smirked. Alex slipped into the pleated leather skirt and slipped the armor onto his torso. He put the helmet on and sheathed the wooden sword. It was a little tight in the body but it fit. Looking in the mirror at his form, he imagined himself on a Greek plain battling the Athenians, no, the Persians. "I like it." He said with a smile. "You look like a Nubian freeman soldier." The girl quipped, her smile growing wider by the minute. "What's so funny?" Alex asked, not getting the joke. "Nothing, its just ceremonial Spartan wedding armor that's all." She shrugged. Alex smiled, "Well, it goes with the evening." "Hmmmmm." The girl replied, holding back her laughter. "I want to rent it for one day." Alex said. The girl went to check the folder with costume prices. "There's no number 52 in here, must've just come in." "What does that mean?" Alex asked. "Nothing much, they're all the same price pretty much, but I might overcharge you or undercharge you by a few bucks." She thought a minute, "Fuck it, I'll say an even hundred for the night." "You take MasterCard?" Alex asked. "Every year since the beginning of time." The girl chirped. Alex left with his costume in a box. Going back to the dorms to get ready for the party, he took the subway. Ten minutes after Alex left the shop owner, a greasy, bald, fat man entered the store. He was the owner. He had a black python tattoo on his head. He barely acknowledged the girl. "Sorry I'm late, business." He said as he went straight to the basement. Soon after he came running back, his black tee shirt drenched in sweat in the span of five minutes. He rushed over to the girl. "Jesus fuckin' Christ Cynthia, where the fuck is number 52 in the Greek fuckin' section." He screamed, spit flying each time he 'fuck' or one of its derivatives. Cynthia shrugged, "I rented it out about ten minutes before you got here, Python." "You better hope nuthin' fuckin' happens to that fuckin' thing between now and tomorrow or we're both fuckin' dead." He said breathing his rancid breath in Cynthia's face. "Jesus Python, to you brush with shit in the morning? Aqua fresh." She said fanning her face. "Nothing better happen to that piece." He said calming himself. "Some kid rented it, I doubt anything will happen to it." She seemed curious now, "Why are you so upset?" "Don't worry about it, it don't concern you." He said waving his hand dismissively. Part 3 Alex took a shower in the dorm bathroom. He laid out the costume on his bed. After studying it for a minute he decided to wear only the cotton briefs and the leather skirt that night. Lotioning up his body he slid on the briefs followed by the leather skirt. A type of cotton padding went on under the breastplate. He put it on and slid the breastplate over his head. The costume didn't come with sandals (they were fifteen dollars extra) so he put on his Birkenstock sandals. He looked at the wooden sword for a minute. It looked like it was made out of a fine wood, maybe mahogany or ebony. He sheathed it and sprayed on some cologne. He was set to go. He went a few doors down to Phil's room. Behind the door was the throbbing bass of drum and bass music. He knocked. The bass was too loud. He knocked harder. The bass was too loud. He kicked the door. It opened. Phil was dressed in a gaudy costume, similar to Alex's except it looked much cheaper. "Awesome costume!" Phil shouted over the repetitive bass. "What?" Alex replied. "Awesome costume!" Phil repeated. "Thanks." "You ready to bounce, dude?" "Yeah!" "Awesome! Let the festivities begin!" Phil said closing the door. He didn't seem to notice or care that the music was still on in his room. Still repeating, like an endless loop. Drum and bass, jungle, concrete, or whatever it was called tended to freak most people out. Alex thought the repetitive rhythm had an order to it, chaotic as it sounded. If it were time the big beats would be huge events, the little fast drumbeats would be the mistakes we make over and over throughout the ages. The seemingly random sounds that repeat would be those events we think are so new, but when looked at on a grander scale is comparable to past events. Maybe Alex didn't come down from the purple haze yet. As he walked with Phil making small talk his mind was off in infinity, thinking of things that had been thought of a million times before in a million different places over a million years. He thought he didn't have a scientific mind, but he was subconsciously delving into Einstein's physics, chaos theory, the universe was shaped like a saddle Einstein once said, and the universe would return back to its original state of a clump of matter and gas and explode in a big bang once again. His mind was stuck in a loop everyone gets stuck in when they have a truly deep thought. In what seemed like seconds, but was really a fifteen- minute walk, the two arrived at the one room apartment off of Varick Street. "Dude, tonight, I'll call you Alexander of Sparta." Phil said patting Alex on the back. "And you'll be Phillip of Sparta." Alex said with a laugh. "Commander Phillip of Sparta, and these will be the soldiers' barracks where we will have our way with the women of Sparta, the priestesses' of Aphrodite, in the night like true Spartan warriors!" Phil said triumphantly. Phil opened the apartment door, and was once again greeted by throbbing bass. The bass was of a different kind. Hip- hop music. Girls in togas mingled with guys in Greco-Roman styled armor. Phil entered with his arms raised triumphantly, nodding his head to the music. "Commander Phillip reporting!" he yelled over the music, "Wooooooo!!!!" He motioned to Alex, "With him the young freshman Nubian recruit Alexander of Sparta, who just recently accomplished the feat of acing his dreaded Western European history final!" Someone pushed a cup of red wine into Alex's hand. He turned to Phil, who already had a giant red plastic cup of his own. "Drink the Spartan ceremonial wine!" Phil shouted. Alex drank, and drank, and drank. It tasted like red wine, with kool-aid, vodka, rum, sugar, and anything else some frat boy could think of. It went down surprisingly smooth, like liquid velvet rose petals. Alex listened to the music for a moment. He couldn't tell which was louder, the cheering for the people in a corner of the apartment doing keg stands or the bass. He caught a snippet of the song. It was called "Fatty girl" and ode to women's butts. It went something like: Girl you taste good like a cinni-bun from your thighs to your feet, taste so sweet..." Phil began to introduce him to some of the sorority girls and the frat guys at the party. After a few introductions, Phil introduced him to a Latin girl. Her name was Apollonia Jimenez. His eyes moved down her body. She looked like a model. Her hair was curly and thick, falling down to her shoulders. Her skin was mocha brown, smooth like satin. Her eyes were brown like dark pools as a sunset would be during the last rays of sun kissed them just before a moonless evening. Her breasts were apple sized, with large nipples that could be seen through the shift she wore. "YOU GOT A KA-DOON-KA-DOONK!!! GIRL DON'T HURT NOBODY!!!" the rapper announced in the song, just as Alex's eyes reached her wide hips and her round, but protruding cheeks. "I'm Alex, I hear a li'l accent, where're you from?" Alex asked starting the conversation. "I'm from the Dominican Republic, but I've been here for a while." She smiled. Alex noticed his big red plastic cup was full once again. Someone must've filled it while he was looking at Apollonia or maybe he just took a sip. His body began to feel warm. He thought it was the proximity to this lovely thing, or maybe it was the alcohol cocktail he was drinking. Someone passed Apollonia a bowl. She took a hit and passed it to Alex. He took a hit. After holding it in for a minute he spoke in a croaking voice, "That dress looks good on you." He passed the bowl somewhere else. "Thank you; are you in Pi Kappa?" she asked blowing her smoke out of her nose. "Nah, are you in Omicron Rho?" he asked taking a sip of his flowery drink. He couldn't place the taste, but it seemed familiar. "No, they're doing RUSH week for the fall semester, and I think we're a couple of the candidates." She said in her accented voice, it seemed so sexy to Alex. Somewhere in the background he heard, "Girl, you taste good like a cinna-bun!!" But he was sure they played 'Fatty Girl' a few minutes before. Alex looked around. "They won't do any of that hazing shit to us will they?" "No, we aren't pledges, they are just showing us all the fun they have so we can volunteer to pledge." She smiled. Her lips were the same color as the wine in Alex's cup. Apollonia pointed at his cup. "Can I try some of that?" she asked. Alex handed her the cup. She took a sip, and another sip, then a swallow. She passed the cup back to him. It had a lipstick print on the white inside of the cup where her lips had been. Alex looked at the print inside the cup wondering what her lips would taste like. "It tastes like sex." She said as Alex looked inside the cup. "What?" Alex asked looking up "The wine, it tastes like sex." Apollonia repeated with wide eyes that seemed to make Alex understand what he already knew. "Only a woman that looks like you could make that sound so sensual." Alex smiled. "You want to go somewhere and talk, where it's a little more quiet I mean?" Apollonia asked cocking her head to the side. For some reason Alex noticed her neck. It seemed so long. But it was in that way women do in a vampire movie when the vampire is just about to bite the woman. Like she wanted him to bite her. He didn't know what it meant, but he knew what it meant on a carnal level. They went into the back bedroom. It was dimly lit and grunting sounds were coming from somewhere in the room. In fact, there were several grunting noises. The sound of passion and sex were coming from somewhere not quite visible. Alex's eyes tried to search out the couples in the room. He noticed a couple on the left side of the bed. The guy was on top of the girl. The guy still had his breastplate on, but he could see his ass thrusting in and out, seeming to go further and further into the oblivion. All he could see of the woman were her slender legs. He turned to Apollonia to say they should leave, but she was gone. His eyes searched the darkness for a moment, but she definitely wasn't where she was a moment ago. He swallowed the rest of the wine down. Alex felt someone pulling down his briefs. He looked down to see Apollonia staring at his dick. It was hard enough to cut diamonds. Its entire length bobbed up and down keeping time with the rapid beating of his heart. He felt that icy wetness of shock when a lolling tongue first touches a cockhead. Then the warm pressure of the mouth followed. He watched helplessly, without interference as Apollonia began to slowly devour his dick. She wet a quarter of the shaft before withdrawing it from her mouth. Then the exquisite feel of tiny licks like a butterfly just emerging from its chrysalis trying to dry its wings. The warm grip followed, taking in half of the length followed. There was a pause. Alex felt a shudder of anticipation shoot through his body. The empty cup slipped from his hand to the carpeted floor. His hands went to Apollonia's head and through her thick hair. They gave a delicate push on the back of her head. Apollonia's delicate hands reached around to Alex's asscheeks. She gave a squeeze and a pull forward. This time she consumed his entire length. Alex let out a pleasure groan. His eyes shut on there own, like a security system in his brain had a black out. He forced his eyes open to watch this beauty giving him a blowjob of his life. Apollonia began to piston her head back and forth. Her tongue swirled and massaged his cock as her head created the friction. Alex gave her head a squeeze. He was nearing the peak. He managed to say, "Oh, Oh, shit, Apollonia!" She withdrew his cock from her mouth once again. She slowly rose from her knees to her feet. She looked at Alex with a smile, and kissed him deeply. Alex tasted the salty metal of his own precum from the kiss. She led him to the empty bed with the couple on the floor right next to it. She laid him down on his back. He heard the soft swish of fabric against skin. He saw her removing her panties and his briefs. Apollonia slowly crawled on top of Alex. She reached around and took a hold of his dick, slowly inserting it into her waiting pussy. Alex felt the alien feeling of someone else's hand on his dick. It was guiding it to a waiting wetness. He almost gasped in anticipation. The slow flame of Apollonia's pussy slowly burned down his cock. He placed his hands on her waist as she began to ride him. Apollonia gripped his cock with her velvet sugar walls. As her wetness increased, so did the friction. She sat atop his cock and fucked herself with it from a sitting position. Occasionally, Alex felt the tight shock of her muscles tightening around his cock. This was bringing him closer to an orgasm by the second. It seemed she was fucking him at light speed, no, one mile an hour over light speed. The second seemed like it would never come. But he did. He felt his seed spurting from his convulsing dick going nowhere, but being caught by something somewhere. He felt her body convulse right after his cock did. Alex felt like his body fell through a hole. It was like he was moving in every direction at once. Alex passed out from the pleasure. Part 4 Alex woke up sometime just before dawn. A cool breeze blew over the half armor-clad body of Alex on the bed. The gentle rays of the early morning sun crept into the far wall of the room. There was a sound of a gentle sleep somewhere in the room. Looking over the side of the bed Alex saw the same couple lying on the floor. Alex didn't notice the woman had the same type of armor and helmet he did the night before. A garbled muttering sound was in the distance, like a foreign language. It sounded Greek to Alex, like some unknown language. It slowly became understandable to Alex. Alex realized the voices were talking about Alex. The door opened slowly. The shadowy figure entered, "Alexander of Sparta, I see you slipped away during the festivities." The figure moved closer, "That is no matter, on your special day, your terms to serve the state will begin now!" The figure stopped. He apparently noticed the couple on the floor. "I see the newly married couple has already begun to serve the state." His hand went down to his crotch. He slowly lifted Alex's legs into the air. Alex felt weaker than before. The hangover must have taken its toll. Alex's legs were slowly spread apart. There was a faint smell of olive oil wafting in the air. Alex felt a slick object near his-asshole. For the first time he made a noise. It was a groan, followed by a whisper, "No!" But his voice wasn't his own; it was a woman's voice. It was no longer accurate to call Alex a young man anymore. Young woman was more accurate. The man slowly entered Alex's asshole. "I know this is against the law, but you will find out sooner or later," The man continued to slip his cock into Alex's asshole. "I am Phillip, captain of the third Laconian company of Taygetus." He continued pushing his cock into her asshole. Alex wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders. Tears began to roll away from her face. She began to sob softly. The combination of sounding like a woman, the harsh, yet attempt of soothing from the man's voice as he violated her ass, and the pain were to much for Alex to bear. The man slowly removed her helmet. "I want to see your face in the morning rays before I go to rejoin my company." He said as his cock was fully in her ass. He began to thrust over and over, moaning softly. "Yes, my wife is beautiful, you will bear strong children for the state." Alex began to sob uncontrollably. "Please." He choked. He weakly tried to push Phillip off of her. She still couldn't see his face. The sun was blinding her. "Like a young cadet." The gruff voice said. His rhythm began in pick up, "Do not fear, you will go to my estate later today and run my farm, keep the helots in line, and have a few servants to tend to your needs." Alex noticed that the pain was turning into pleasure or something close to the sensation. It was like she was on the razors edge between the two sensations. "Please." She moaned, but her hands stopped resisting. "Soon." The gruff voice said. The thrusts began to lose their rhythm. The gruff voice moaned once again. He gripped her hips tightly as his cock began to pump its seed into the new wife's asshole. Alex lay on the bed. She didn't know what to feel: pain, dissatisfaction, anger, and weariness. With the swirl of feelings and emotions Alex began to drift off to sleep. She heard the gruff voice say, "Sleep well, wife." Someone shook Alex. She slowly opened her eyes. The familiar figure of Apollonia stood over her. She smiled at Alex. Alex smiled in return. 'Maybe I had a bad dream last night.' Alex thought. "Lady Alchmene, do you wish to bathe, break your fast, and perhaps be on our way to the estate?" 'Lady?' Alchmene thought. It wasn't a dream. The mind is a wonderful thing in how it rationalizes and adapts. "Apollonia, this is all a bad dream." Alchmene said calmly. Apollonia frowned, "Yes, Alchmene it is all a bad dream." She pointed to Alchmene's asshole, "It seems as though the captain spilled his seed into the wrong hole." Alchmene felt the sensation of the cum leaking from her asshole. "A vivid dream then." She slowly rose. Apollonia led her to a stream and bathed Alchmene. Alchmene in turn bathed Apollonia. Apollonia grunted, "To think, the captain treated you like a young cadet," as she scrubbed Alchmene's back, "He treated you like someone else's ugly wife." Alchmene sighed; her ass was sore at this point. The cool, running water did little to sooth the driving bass line of pain. "Now Lady Elsmene, she looks like a pig-If I were a man I'd violate her ass like a little boy..." she continued on about the other ladies from the other neighboring estates for a few minutes. Then Alchmene interrupted her, "Apollonia, where are you from?" "I am from Taygetus, my father was a slave from the lands south of Egypt the dark people, my mother was a Lady like yourself who couldn't manage her farm and was made a helot." She frowned. Alchmene felt a pang of sorrow for Apollonia. "Come let us dress and eat." Alchmene said changing the subject. The two left the stream and dried off. They put of delicate shifts and padded to their horses. They arrived at the estate on horseback a few miles down the road. Alchmene noticed boys of about eight or nine running nude along the road. "They will be handsome, strong soldiers for the state one day." Apollonia smiled. "Yes." Alchmene frowned. She began to miss her own cock flapping about freely in the nude. She began to cry uncontrollably. "Lady Alchmene, please, you mustn't show such weakness in public!" Apollonia said in shock. Alchmene quickly began to wipe her eyes quickly. "I don't know what came over me." She replied. "Let us go inside." "Yes." Alchmene said feeling her stomach grumble. Alchmene and Apollonia ate some oranges, olives, cheese, bread, and watered down wine for breakfast. "Is this all?" Alchmene frowned. Apollonia quirked an eyebrow, "This is one of the most sumptuous breakfasts I've seen in my life... you've already eaten three oranges and a wedge of cheese alone, and I filled your dipping bowl with olive oil twice!" At that moment, Alchmene did seem full, "I think you're right." She said in agreement. "Come, let me rub your body with oils and fix your hair." Apollonia said pulling Alchmene's hand. Apollonia gave Alchmene a hand mirror. "I will introduce you to the helots on your estate, then I'm sure the ladies from the other estates will come to meet you so they can talk about you." Alchmene removed her shift and looked at her face for the first time. She looked like one of the busts from the slides from history class. Her complexion was a dusky olive. Her hair was a wavy, raven black. Her eyes were hazel, flecked with green. Her lips were brown, with a bow shape. She looked down at her body. It seemed it had a faint trace of musculature, yet in modern standards she would be considered a larger size than a model. Somehow in her mind it seemed the models were going back to this type of beauty. It was a cycle, she thought. Her belly had a bit of fat covering it. Her breasts were larger than Apollonia's; her rosy nipples were equally as large though. "Oh Alchmene, how I wish I had a body like yours!" Apollonia cried as she massaged oil into Alchmene's shoulders. "I like your hips, your ass seems perfect to me." Alchmene said trying to comfort Apollonia. Her features would be favored greatly by another people in another time, but not as much here and now. "It is such a Nubian ass!! I hate it, it's so big, and I feel like an ox!" Apollonia said laying Alchmene on the table to rub the scented oil on her body. "In time men will come to appreciate asses like yours, I'm sure you have your share of lovers still." Alchmene said enjoying the feeling of the massage. "I have one son." Apollonia said proudly. "How old?" Alchmene asked. "He is two. Unfortunately he will not be able to serve the state as a soldier." "If you had some land he would." Alchmene said closing her eyes. "If only." Apollonia trailed off. Apollonia massaged the oil over the rest of Alchmene's body and dressed her in a purple shift. Alchmene thought, 'How long will this weird dream last?' Apollonia combed out Alchmene's hair and arranged it in an ornate style. Holding it in place with a golden cord. She finished it with a thin golden headband. "Alchmene, you look like Athena herself." Alchmene smiled. "Come, let's meet the helots." Alchmene said taking Apollonia's hand. As Alchmene and Apollonia mounted their steeds, Alchmene thought, 'What the hell do I know about farming and how do I handle twenty helot families on my own?' Alchmene's mind raced as the trotted through the fields towards the common grazing field. She would meet her helots there. Alchmene remembered what she knew from her geology classes, and some of the revolutions in farming she remembered from her history classes. "I could revolutionize farming!" she thought as she approached the waiting helots. "Be stern, show no signs of weakness, no not smile, and be firm." Apollonia whispered. "I am Alchmene, your new mistress." She tried to look regal and imposing as possible from her horse. She did an excellent job of it at that. She went on to explain, "You will work all year round on different each season. I will be firm but fair. The harder you work on your assigned task the more there will be to eat. You will have more than just meager beef, bread and gruel. Each plot of land will grow a different crop, and each season they will rotate." "Lady pardon my saying so, but that is madness! You will ruin us all and starve us! Some fields must remain fallow to replenish the soil." One of the male helots said. Alchmene waved her hand. "Silence, you are the one who is mad, to keep food from your children's mouths! The fields will be fallow from time to time, but we will squeeze five more seasons of production from them before they will." The helots watched her in stunned silence. Alchmene rode off, "Come Apollonia!" She rode off with Apollonia who was equally as stunned as the helots. "Lady, you handled the helots perfectly, but is it wise to farm the same land for five seasons?" Apollonia frowned. "Apollonia, let me just say I have seen the future." Alchmene smiled wryly. "You went to an oracle yesterday?" Apollonia asked excitedly. "Hmmm... yes, you could say that." Alchmene spurred her horse into a gallop. Part 5 Alchmene prepared for her visit by her neighbors for lunch. She had a sumptuous lunch prepared. The house servants arranged grapes that grew from the countryside, wild fowl, fish, olives, cheese, and of course bread with olive oil and watered down wine on the table. The ladies from the neighboring estates arrived. Lady Elsmene was first. Apollonia was right, she did look like a pig, well past her prime but she appeared very strong and able. Her brown hair was showing streaks of gray, she looked about sixty. Lady Jocasta arrived soon after. She was a few years older than Alchmene, perhaps twenty-seven. She was somewhat more slender than Alchmene. Her hair was blonde, almost the color of Athenian whores. Apollonia told her the rumor was her mother was an Athenian whore, but it was just rumor. Lady Calonice arrived last. She was very young, perhaps seventeen or eighteen. For some reason she appeared very sweet. She had the same classic Grecian beauty as Alchmene, and she appeared pleasant. Alchmene felt for some reason that this young girl kept the other two women in check. The women amused themselves with Jocasta's lyre playing for a while and made pleasant conversation. Mostly boasting about their children, farms, and hunting prowess, they started a bit of cattiness. Elsmene had five sons; two were sickly so she left them for the wolves. Jocasta had two children a son and a daughter. Calonice had one baby son. "And I'm sure you will serve the state soon Alchmene." Elsmene quipped. "Yes, Alchmene, I'm sure the captain's seed is very virile." Jocasta prodded. Calonice remained silent watching Alchmene. Without hesitation Alchmene said, "Indeed, Apollonia had to scrub his seed from me just this morning." Alchmene's stomach churned at the thought of what Phillip did to her earlier. The women giggled. "From what I hear, he spills his seed in young cadets more than the usual Spartan soldier, are you sure he had enough to make a child with you?" Jocasta inquired. "I like your hair, it reminds me of something Athenian, it's beautiful." Alchmene said calmly. "Thank you." Jocasta smiled. "Do you enjoy the hunt, Alchmene?" Calonice finally spoke. "Yes, I know the bow like that back of my hand." Alchmene said with a faint smile. That was the truth, Alchmene spent seven summers at a YMCA camp and she/he loved archery. "Perhaps tomorrow we will go on a hunt for a hind?" Elsmene said picking up where Calonice left off. "Yes, we can see how you run." Jocasta spoke. "I must warn you, I am fast as Carl Lewis!" Alchmene smiled. The women all looked at her strangely. "I am like Mercury when it comes to running!" Alchmene corrected herself. The women laughed. "I trust, you didn't let the helots walk all over you today, Alchmene?" Elsmene asked. Jocasta smiled faintly, "I put them in their place." She continued, "How will your farm fare with no daughters Elsmene?" The women all laughed, except Elsmene. The women continued this verbal pugilism through the lunch and into the late afternoon. They left soon after to manage their farms. Apollonia rushed in once the ladies left. "My lady! You have a very sharp wit! You will be famous in this region! Especially if you hunt as well as you say you do!" Elsmene smiled faintly, "Pray to Hera I do, Apollonia." That night Alchmene climbed into her bed. "Maybe if I get a good night's rest I'll wake up from this dream." Alchmene trailed off to sleep. In the middle of the night she awoke with a start. She looked around the room. In the doorway was a figure clad in armor. "Oh no! Not again!" Alchmene said rising from the bed. She became a dark figure in the night just as the man. She didn't about her nakedness. She cared more about the repeat performance of the night before happening again, and her stopping it. She tackled the man just like she did in high school football as a defensive back. "Not again!" she shouted. She had him off guard. She tried to wrestle with him. She forgot the Greeks were famous for wrestling, and she also forgot she was a woman. The man soon had her down. "Lady Alchmene! I only came to offer myself to you!" He too seemed to talk while holding her down and pulling out his dick. Alchmene struggled to break free and she finally did. She backed away towards the window, into the moonlight. Her nude form was revealed in the light. "It is true, you do rival Aphrodite herself." The man said. The voice was different. It wasn't Phillip; it was someone else. He sounded younger. "Come into the moonlight where I can see you!" Alchmene commanded. The man came into the light. He was very handsome. Alchmene thought he looked hilarious standing in the moonlight with a breastplate, shin guards, and a huge hard on protruding through the leather straps of his skirt, under coverings around his ankles. She let out a soft laugh. While she studied him, he asked, "What's so funny?" "You." Alchmene laughed. "I only wish to make love to you and give you my seed." He said. Alchmene looked at him once again. He had curly brown hair. His eyes were somewhat large; he had a tanned complexion like most cadets who patrolled the countryside. He was in his early twenties, not yet old enough to marry. Her eyes moved down to his erection. His uncircumcised cock looked huge even from beneath the skirt. He stepped closer with a smile as her eyes were fixed on his cock. Alchmene felt warmness in her stomach. A tingling in her virgin pussy followed that. She felt her thighs begin to moisten. Her eyes remained fixed on the bulbous head of the cock. He sniffed. "Your juices smell divine, like olive oil." Alchmene took an unconscious step forward. "I suppose that's better than feta cheese." She quickly shook her head, "Wait, what am I saying? Who are you?" "I am Jason, cadet lieutenant." He smiled taking another step forward. "Are you..." she couldn't speak anymore because he began to kiss her. She thought she would melt. Kissing as a guy never felt this good. It felt like her pussy needed a dick in it, like it wasn't complete without one in there. Jason lifted Alchmene up and laid her on the bed. Alchmene felt his tongue on her nipple, then the other. It felt good, but she wanted him to concentrate on one area and stop rushing. It felt to good for her to stop him in the middle of it though. She felt his cock pushing in-between her pussy lips. She felt like her walls were slowly opening for his cock. He thrust quickly, breaking her hymen. She felt a sharp pain. "Oh shit, Jason!" she punched his arm as a reaction. She rode the pleasure/pain razor once again. This time it began to lean towards the side of pleasure. Finally, it was all pleasure. He began to pump faster; her muscles began to grip his cock involuntarily. She thought it was cool that she could do that. It was kind of like a fist. Then she realized something from personal experience. "Slow down, you'll... come." She tried to say albeit a minute too late. Jason's face contorted into the male orgasm mask. She felt his tissue twitch inside of her. She felt the warm spurt of his first load, followed by seven more of diminishing strength. "You're a porn star aren't you?" Alchmene asked. Jason looked at her quizzically. Alchmene was about to speak, but she felt something building up inside of her. Jason withdrew his softening cock. Alchmene held up her finger for Jason to wait. She felt a flash pass over her; it felt like a combination of heat, and an explosion. It was followed by several more. Her own face twisted up into a female cum mask. She felt it through her whole body, and it seemed to linger there for a while. She noticed she still had her index finger up gesturing for Jason not to move. She dropped it weakly. She looked over to Jason. He was pulling up his under coverings. The warm summer breeze seemed to coat her body like a cashmere blanket. She seemed to enjoy the glow of her first female orgasm. "If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up!" she said, smiling. Soon after she trailed off to sleep.