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At the feast that evening the goddess seated Calista on her right-hand side, and Francis on her left as a further sign of her satisfaction. When the feast ended, the goddess retired to her private chamber, taking Francis with her.
“As you know, tonight is the occasion where you will make a gift of your virginity. I had planned on giving you to a mortal with whom I am particularly well-pleased, but I had to change my plans. Your form is of such perfection that your virginity must not be taken by a mere mortal; you are fit for a god, and one shall have you tonight. I have invited Hermes, one of the most powerful immortals, to my temple tonight.
“I regret my knowledge of immortals is so weak, Goddess, but in my ignorance I thought that Hermes was much less powerful than many others, such as Zeus, Ares, Apollo or your husband, Hephaestus.”
“Your knowledge is accurate as of three thousand years ago, but there have been changes since then, child. We immortals draw our strength from you mortals, and our powers rise and fall with the strength of belief mortals have in the qualities we represent. Thus Zeus, formerly the most powerful of us all, is now so weak that some doubt that he even exists; there is such a lack of respect for the authority of the father that he faded rapidly over the last few hundred years. Women getting the vote may have been his undoing.
“And then there’s Ares. He too has been weakened, for now many mortals who detest war, but there are still enough warmongers to ensure that He has a presence of some kind. My husband, too, is still here, but rendered impotent by the shift of modern economies from industrial production to services. But I! I am more powerful than I have ever been, for there is hardly a mortal in existence who does not believe in the power of love. Now I am indisputably the most powerful immortal now in existence, and perhaps more powerful than any immortal ever was. But I am not sure of this, for omniscience is, unfortunately, not something I possess. Yet. But to return to your question about Hermes. He too has benefited greatly from the changes around us. He is the god of mischief, of tricks of all kinds, and therefore the god of lawyers. He is at his zenith in this litigious world. I believe him to be second only to me in power.
“Now listen with attention, Francis, while I instruct you on how to conduct yourself in Hermes’s presence. While I have granted Him the ultimate favour on many occasions, I cannot really advise you on how to make love to Hermes, for it is a very different thing for a mere mortal to consort with a god. The main goal of my instruction is not to make sure that you will please him in bed, but to save you from being killed while you are there. For the immortal Hermes has a most capricious personality. He is delightful company much of the time, but simply awful when he is not in the mood. You must be very careful to do nothing - absolutely nothing - that might displease him.
“While he will tolerate a certain shyness on your part befitting a virgin, he will not put up with very much beyond that. For your own sake, you must be as biddable as a woman can be. His mildest suggestion to you is an order, and any order a peremptory command. I know his tastes well; you need not expect anything demeaning. But his appetite is a demanding one, even for a god, and you can expect him to have his fill of you. To put matters simply, you will find it difficult to make him soft, at least for any length of time, and you can expect him to take you again and again and again. You must comply with his will, and at all times be conscious of the great privilege of being permitted to service an immortal. Do you understand?”
“Yes I do, Aphrodite. Thank you for your instruction, which I will remember at all times tonight.”
“I am sure you will. Now to your chambers, and make yourself ready.”
Francis acknowledged her dismissal by kneeling before the goddess and touching her lips to Aphrodite’s feet. She then withdrew and hastened to her room to prepare. Aphrodite summoned Hermes, who joined her in her chambers. She never tired of the manly aspect he usually assumed, a couple of inches over six feet, his black hair short and very curly, his frame muscular. So masculine and strong, unlike her crippled and now impotent, useless husband.
“Hermes, my friend, I have called you here tonight not for myself, although I must say seeing you makes me have second thoughts. No, I have another purpose. We have a novice here, a temporary hetaera. But she is still a virgin, and she must be broken in. A truly exceptional creature, as you shall soon see, for I invite you to take the girl’s hymen and add it to your trophy collection. How many have you deflowered, now?”
“The number is in the scores of thousands, Aphrodite. But I never tire of the experience, as you well know, and I thank you for your invitation.”
“Very good. Her name, by the way, is Francis. And Hermes: I know I am foolish to ask this of you, but nonetheless I do. Please be as gentle with her as your nature permits you to be, for there is a soft spot in this immortal heart for her, and I would hate to lose her as a sacrifice to your unbelievable lust and virility.” Hermes only smiled. Aphrodite opened the door to the waiting area outside her chambers, and addressed the hetaera on duty.
“Fetch Calista, “ she said, not even looking in the young girl’s direction.
“Immediately, Goddess,” said the girl, hastening on her errand. Calista came shortly thereafter, the young hetaera following her. Calista stopped outside the chamber door and knelt.
“You sent for me, Aphrodite?”
“Yes. We have another guest tonight. You are to escort him to Francis’s room. Enjoy your evening, Hermes.”
Calista looked up in surprise. This was only the second time she had been in the presence of two immortals at the same time, the first a never-to-be forgotten occasion when Hermes and Hera had both enjoyed her at the same time. And here again was Hermes, and she longed for him, remembering the unending string of rapturous orgasms she had experienced at his hands.
“Calista, I too have fond memories of you,” said the god, sensing her thoughts. “How are you doing in my friend’s temple?”
“Oh very well my lord and I am so happy to see you!”
“Apparently I am not to enjoy you tonight, but perhaps another time. Lead on!”
He followed Calista from Aphrodite’s chamber and into the hallway. Calista took a shortcut through the courtyard, but had gone only a few steps when Hermes took her hand, and pulled her to him, his mouth on hers, his hands wandering over her body. She gasped in surprise, throwing her head back as the god’s lips began to kiss her neck.
“Oh my lord oh oh oh “ she gasped. What a day this had been! Kissed by Aphrodite herself earlier, and now Hermes, the best lover she had ever experienced. Immediately she was so wet, so inviting, so aroused and eager to be taken --
“Hermes you beast stop that right now!” Aphrodite’s voice interrupted them, for her chambers had a window looking directly out to the courtyard. “I knew you’d not be able to resist. You can take Calista any time you want. But leave her for now and content yourself with Francis. Calista, return here immediately after you direct Hermes to his destination, and tell Hecate that she is to attend outside Francis’s room tonight.”
“Yes, Aphrodite!” said Calista, her ardor immediately cooled by the fear of invoking the goddess’s wrath. She ran ahead of Hermes a few steps and then walked quickly, which the god found highly amusing: as if a mere mortal could outrun the fleetest of the gods! But he kept his distance, not wanting the poor girl to get in trouble with her mistress. Calista arrived at Francis’s door, and knocked before entering.
“My lord the god Hermes is arrived,” said Calista, stepping aside for the handsome immortal to make his entrance. Francis immediately dropped to both knees, stretching her hands out before here in the act of obeisance which, while mandatory for her, was nonetheless full of unmistakable sincerity.
Hermes dismissed Calista, who then ran as fast as she could back to Aphrodite’s chambers, after first telling a passing hetaera to have Hecate stand watch outside Francis’s room for the night. The goddess had said for her to return “immediately”, and Calista knew that was to be taken literally. Absent the ability to transport herself from place to place like an immortal, the best Calista could do was sprint through the courtyard, careless of the obstacles in the darkness. In no time at all she had returned, and Aphrodite ordered her into her chambers.
“Now Calista, what did you do to tempt my friend Hermes to try to take you? You knew he was intended for someone else tonight!”
“Oh please Goddess I did nothing to tempt him, I promise you! I am very sorry for what happened please forgive me but I promise you I did nothing to encourage him! I beg you not to be angry with me, Aphrodite, I basked in your favour earlier today and the thought that you are in any way displeased with me makes me want to die of regret!”
The goddess sensed the young woman’s sincerity. She could not be blamed for inciting Hermes’s lust; he needed next to nothing to inflame him.
“I see you are sincere, child. Come here and Aphrodite will comfort you. And perhaps you may need to comfort me, as well.” Calista got onto Aphrodite’s bed. To her surprise, Aphrodite picked up a remote control, and turned on the t.v. It showed a nervous Francis at Hermes’s feet.
“When Francis is in the close presence of another god, especially a powerful one like Hermes, I am unable to protect her. Once Hermes entered her room and closed the door, Francis is entirely in His charge, and I cannot interfere. Should Hermes choose to treat Francis cruelly, it is impossible for me to intervene. I could take revenge, but I could not rescue her. All I can do is watch and remember. And at least if something goes wrong, Hermes will not be able to lie about what happened.”
Calista wondered briefly why Aphrodite had permitted Hermes access to Francis, if she was worried for the girl’s safety. But she dismissed the thought, for she knew that to immortals, losing a favourite human was not much worse than a human losing his pet dog.
“You may rise, Francis, and approach me.” Francis did as instructed, moving quickly to comply with the god’s order. In her new state her previous sexual experience as F. Bernard Thompson seemed almost dreamlike, as if it were something she had watched others doing and not experienced herself. She was thus in every respect a virgin, not knowing what to expect: hesitant, scared, yet eager all at once. The god instructed her to disrobe, and so she did, the garment spilling to the floor at her feet. While she could feel her face blushing at the exposure of her body, she was thrilled that the first male to see it was no ordinary man but Hermes himself. And she could see that the god was pleased, for he quite obviously was beginning to grow erect, a small tent forming under his robe. The tent grew and grew. And grew. And grew some more.
Hermes undid his belt, and invited Francis to remove his robe. She did so, and gasped in terror, for the god’s phallus was absurdly huge, easily eighteen inches long, with a proportional circumference. Francis stepped backwards in horror, one hand to her mouth.
“Oh my lord!” she said, unable to conceal her shock.
Hermes laughed, for even though he had done this trick thousands of times, he never tired of the dismay it caused in young virgins, older women or even experienced prostitutes. As he stood nude before the girl, he allowed his erection to swell even more, and in no time his enormous cock was pointed almost straight up, virtually parallel with his body, despite the organ’s incredible size. He watched with great amusement as Francis backed up another step, bumped into the bed and sat down. She covered up her eyes in obvious terror.
“You have nothing to fear, Francis. There is a way to bring him down in size. He will still be huge, but at least to fuck you will not be fatal. Do you want me to explain how?”
“Oh yes oh yes please Hermes tell me!” said Francis, desperate to know what to do.
“All that is needed is this, that you pay homage to the cock’s master, me. If the cock is satisfied, you will see him shrink to a more manageable size.”
“But what must I say? What must I do?”
“All you need to do to reduce him is acknowledge me as your only master.”
But this Francis knew she could not do. Her life was now irrevocably committed to Aphrodite. To acknowledge anyone, even a god, as her sole master, was a betrayal of the Goddess. Thanks to the ability the Goddess had given her two weeks earlier, Francis knew, simply by asking herself what the Goddess would prefer Francis to do, that Aphrodite would want to see Francis refuse the suggestion made to her. The will of Aphrodite was to Francis the perfect lodestone, and having divined the goddess’s will, there was no need to contemplate the matter at any length. Francis knew she must refuse Hermes’s suggestion, and suffer the consequences. But perhaps there was a way out. If the god would only order Francis to acknowledge his suzerainty, Francis would be saved, for the goddess had clearly ordered Francis to obey every order of Hermes. Thus her submission to him would be involuntary, and would not later cause Francis to incur the wrath of Aphrodite.
“My lord, thank you for telling me!. Yes of course I shall do as you order. I hasten to obey you. Are my words of submission to take any particular form?”
“None, child; I am sure you can come up with appropriate wording. But you must not misunderstand me. I have not ordered you to do anything. I have merely told me what you must do if you are to cause my immortal manhood to shrink, thus saving your life. The choice is entirely yours.” It had been a long time since Hermes had been born yesterday, and he knew exactly what Francis was about. It angered him exceedingly that this mortal would try to play word games with him. If she thought she should fear Aphrodite’s wrath more than his, perhaps he should teach her the error of her ways. And sure enough, Francis’ next answer revealed that he had the measure of her.
“My lord, it is not for me, a mere mortal, to exercise choice in the presence of the great immortal Hermes! I am here only to obey your every command!”
“My command then is this: choose as you will, freely, and accept the consequences.” His penis had grown even greater during this exchange.
“But I cannot acknowledge you as my sole master, for the goddess owns me, and that which is owned cannot give itself to another.”
“She left you with free will,” replied Hermes. “She does not own your mind.”
“If she does not own me, then she has a mortgage on me.”
“Mortgages can be redeemed, silly woman!” said Hermes.
“Yes, but in what coin shall I repay the goddess for the mercy, the kindness, the generosity she has shown me? How could a mere mortal ever truly return the favours of a goddess? Were I an immortal perhaps there would be sufficient years remaining to me to acknowledge all the Goddess has done for me, but absent that, I must remain forever in her debt. But there is one way at least I can try to repay Aphrodite. If I but refuse to acknowledge you as my sole master, you will kill me, and I can only hope that the Goddess will know that I died of my own choice, and that my death is my poor attempt at thanking her for the unbelievable honour she has done me.”
Aphrodite and Calista were watching this exchange on the television, and by now Calista was in tears, the goddess hugging her.
“Brave, brave girl!” exclaimed Aphrodite. “If she but survives the night, I will count her among the most loyal. But if Hermes slays her, I will transport her to Elysium, where she will live an eternity in pure bliss!”
But Aphrodite need not have worried. Hermes was struck by the young woman’s loyalty to her goddess. If only his own followers were like her, thought the god. But he counted among his worshipers principally thieves, liars, rogues and lawyers, and Hades was filled with the souls of those who had angered Hermes through their disloyalty. He scanned the girl’s mind and sensed that the young woman was entirely sincere; Francis did not think for a minute that Hermes was not in earnest, and she believed completely that her choice would lead to her death. If she had had any doubts about Hermes’s intentions, he would have shown her immediately how sincere he was, and ended her life by thrusting his club-like organ into her to the hilt, and her dying shriek would have compensated him for the lack of sexual pleasure that evening.
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