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You were beautiful. Your life was pretty much amazing. You had food, shelter and clothes, you pretty much had everything you needed. Oh how you wished you could go back to when it was all okay and when you actually had the freedom to do anything you wanted.
It all changed when you found yourself trapped in the domain of the Greek gods you thought were fictionally made by an insane madman.
Can’t really say that though. They’re actually quite a fascinating topic to uncover if it weren’t for the depravity laced within the stories.
At first, you thought it was a dream. One minute, you were walking down the street, the sun shining on your face, a soft breeze blowing at your hair. Then the next, a blinding light shunned you, pulling you into a world far beyond your understanding. This place wasn’t like Earth. It was so much more grandiose and well put together.
You took a step forward. And another, and another. One foot after the other, you gradually got closer. You could hear a cacophony of voices behind the door. And finally… using all your might, you pushed the door open… only to reveal a whole new region.
And it was… the gods.
Goodness… What have you gotten yourself into?
Seeing a whole, new, unrecognized being opening the door to their palace made them all turn their heads towards you, eyes locked onto your weak form. None of them tensed, just more shocked if anything. You didn’t give out the aura that you were a threat, so none moved to defend themselves.
“Ah… and who may you be?” one of them, who you presume to be Apollo, moved closer towards you. “How… quaint… one might put it.”
You arched a brow, your body screaming at you to move. No idea if to move closer or further away from the being taking steps closer to you. You wanted to run, but you didn’t know where nor how. It felt like your legs were locked onto the ground, unable to move a single inch.
Letting out a sigh of relief, you stared at him and relaxed your body, trying so desperately to calm yourself down in fear of them striking you down and killing you in an instant. Now that you’re looking back at this traumatizing memory, it seems much better to have died.
If any of them were to hear your thoughts right now, they wouldn’t be too pleased.
“I’m… [name].” You muttered, suddenly hearing and feeling the rumbling of the ground beneath you.
Zeus just had to make his presence known dramatically. The bricks shook, the dust between them flying out as he stepped forward, his large, commanding figure overshadowing everyone around. His gaze was both terrifying and enthralling as he took you in with an almost imperceptible smirk.
"You don't belong here," he rumbled, his voice a mixture of power and amusement. "You should go, while we still let you.”
“I would, if only I knew how to get back home.” You responded, scowling at him slightly.
“Where did you come from, mortal?” Athena interrogates.
“Earth.” You reply swiftly.
She opened her mouth, realising she actually had no idea what to do.
“How did you get here?” Dionysus continues for his dear half sister.
“No idea honestly. I was just walking and suddenly arrived here.” You shrugged, giving a clueless look.
“Can’t Hermes take her back? He’s the god of travel after all.” the god of wine continued.
Your eyes lit up and everyone’s eyes turned to Hermes. He then looked up at everyone in disdain.
“Why me?” He asked, as if Dionysus didn’t already state his reason for mentioning him.
Suddenly, Eros spoke up. “Instead of deporting her back into her world… why don’t we just…” he paused for a moment, for the pure reason of creating suspense, “keep her here? Like as a plaything. The world must have a reason to send this precious thing into our world.”
Before anybody could interject into the conversation, a scarily sharp voice echoed through the grand hall, shaking you to your core.
“WHO is that?” she points an accusing finger at you.
You take a step back instinctively.
All heads turned toward the staircase. Hera stood at the top, her figure illuminated by the divine glow of the palace. Her presence was intense, her piercing gaze like a blade.
Her finger pointed directly at you, her voice dripping with anger only she could possibly wield. "Who dares bring that... thing here?"
The room tensed. You swallowed hard, heat rising to your face as Hera's fury bore down on you.
You almost forgot how rude and disrespectful some gods could be. Good thing you have Hera to remind you.
“Woah woah!” Hermes threw his hands up. “Don’t hurt her just yet. We believe she’s been sent here… for us.”
“Us?” She raises an eyebrow in suspicion. “What could that possibly mean?”
“Well, we believe she’s been sent here for us to use. Maybe as a plaything, or as a servant. Who knows? But isn’t it just so disrespectful to reject such a gracious gift?” Eros answers with a voice of such grace.
The others hummed in agreement.
The hairs on everyone’s neck stood straight as they waited for her approval. Though, you highly suspect they would still do whatever they wanted with you in secret, behind her back even if she said no.
But luckily for them, she seemed to be entertained by the idea. The idea of having a plaything for them all to share and use whenever they wanted.
Poseidon finally spoke, quietly thinking by himself as the situation unfolded. “Interesting theory," he mused, his voice low and smooth. "But a mortal in our realm... as anything else other than a servant? It’s unprecedented, it has never happened before."
Apollo leaned casually against a nearby pillar. "Unprecedented doesn’t mean impossible," he said, his voice laced with amusement. His gaze flickered to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "She could be... entertaining."
"Entertaining?" Hera’s voice was practically a roar, her fury reigniting. "You would reduce our divine realm to a circus for a mortal?"
Hermes cut in, raising his hands in mock surrender once more. "Relax. We’re just brainstorming. No one’s decided anything… yet."
"But I think we all agree on one thing," Zeus interjected, his booming voice silencing the growing bickering. His eyes locked onto you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "She’s not leaving. Not yet."
The room went still. Every gaze turned to you, their collective attention making your breath hitch.
“Very well then,” she says, finally relaxing the fierce look in her eyes.
Wait… what?
You haven’t even been able to deliver your take on this and they’re just gonna do it?
And suddenly, in a blink of an eye, you were dressed in some medieval version of lingerie. Your tits were barely covered by the awfully thin fabric, basically begging to burst out. You didn’t enjoy how much skin it showed, and how very little it covered. You felt almost naked in their eyes.
They decorated and adorned you with so much jewelry that every part of your body begged to fall onto the ground and collapse. It took so much of your strength to keep yourself up. Maybe not as much as you were describing but it was safe to say that there was a lot.
It’s been months since you’ve been with them. You lost count after the 6th or 7th. Nothing else really mattered anymore.
After all these months, you’ve grown accustomed to the system. When one finally let you go, another would scoop you up in its arms to bed you and fuck you senseless.
The first to shove their cock deep inside you was Zeus. Of course it was. He just couldn’t wait to get his hands on a new mortal to fuck. And it was with the permission of his sister-wife so he had no need to explain himself, unlike the past few affairs he had which made the other party subject to Hera’s horrible punishments.
Out of all of them, you’d expect Athena to be one of the most logical ones. A human plaything isn’t all that crazy but you’d expect her to be… a bit smarter with her choices.
You flicked the speck of dirt away from your rag of an outfit, paying no mind to the god of wisdom approaching you. “I thought you were celibate.”
“Unfortunately it seems not.” she replied. “I wouldn’t advise you to continue drinking whatever it is Dionysus has given you.”
You perked an eyebrow, clutching the bottle containing a translucent brown liquid before chugging it. “Why not? It makes the pain subside.”
“Neither you nor I know the actual contents within. Who knows what side effects it has?” She replies.
“I don’t really care at this point. If it helps, I’ll take it.” You slam the empty glass bottle onto the outdoor table, where you are seated in the garden, and wipe the remnants off with your hand.
“You’ve become more and more defiant to our orders as time has gone on. Behave yourself.” She scowls, disappointed in you.
“Does it piss you off?” You ask, completely unamused. The longer you’ve spent with them, the easier it gets to rage bait them into madness. For Athena, it would be making her feel stupid.
She doesn’t reply and just sends you a death glare, one that used to make your timbers shivered.
“I have a daughter. Her name’s Annabeth, or Annabelle. I completely forgot.”
“Adopted or biological?” you asked.
“Born from my mind. So I’d say biological but you can think whatever you want of it.” She replies.
Somehow you’ve forgotten that she could disobey all laws of science. Honestly, the fact that she’s entertained by having you as a plaything is already a horrendous thought.
“Anyways, what are you here for? Sex?” You asked.
She seemed offended by the question but quickly regained her composure. “Not today,”
“I’m still shocked you actually want to do it with me… voluntarily.” the words roll off your tongue weirdly. Nothing you’d ever expect to say to the god of wisdom, previously a virgin one.
“I only used toys on you, never actually done anything more than that.” She answers.
“My point still stands.” You uttered.
It’s funny to see her trying to defend her honor of being one of the only virgin goddesses. She’s never actually fucked you properly, only using the sex toys she’d made her followers bought so she’d still identify herself as a virgin. Although she wasn’t a fan of intercourse, she enjoyed watching you squirm and whimper from the toys, with the vibrator being her favorite because of how much she could control it.
Some she would get from Hephaestus as well. He was the god of forging. He loved creating little toys for you. Some were purely to help you reach orgasm but some were actually sweet gifts.
“Unfortunately I can’t spend any more time with you, I’ve got duties to handle. Until I see you again.” She gets up from the chair across from you and walks away.
So, once again, you’re left alone. The old you would’ve used this chance to escape from their grasps, but it would never work. One of them would capture you in the act and bring you back or one of their lackeys would and bring you back for some sort of prize. At some point, you killed yourself, only to arrive in the underworld and be taken in by Nyx. She’d heard about your situation and decided to join in, and her children too. What an unfortunate end to your seemingly successful escape.
After that, they decided to grant you immortality. But they’ve also come to an agreement to give you the freedom of travelling between Tartarus and Olympus. Mostly since Nyx made them and also because they were terrified of her out of their minds.
Honestly, your reaction was much too calm to be normal. They hadn’t felt it, simply because they thought you knew for the better but it was because you wanted to earn their trust. As soon as you stopped kicking and punching and avoiding their touch, they slowly allowed you more and more freedom.
But as usual, your one free day went by like a fleeting moment.
One moment you’re laying on the ground and another you’re getting double penetrated by Hermes and Apollo. They say you’re so much tighter when you’re double stuffed and it doesn’t make it any better that they’re so much bigger than the average human.
All of them are much bigger. Once, they banded together to give you a nice, painful punishment after a failed escape attempt. You didn’t even know it was possible for you to be triple penetrated by them.
Sure, they took care of you. They fed you, healed you, gave you shelter but at the same time, they loved torturing you with overwhelming pleasure.
It’s all thanks to Demeter that you haven’t gotten pregnant… yet. They’ve talked about it a few times when you eavesdropped on them.
That was… well… until today.
“Dear, please get out of the shadows and join us.” Hermes invited you, and you’ve finally stepped out from the darkness. Their glares put you on the spot, feeling the immense pressure from their eyes alone.
Then you hear a voice. “Sit.” Poseidon patted his lap.
You froze for a second, waiting for someone else to interject, but no one did.
“Do I have to repeat myself?” His eyes darkened. “I said sit.”
He sent shivers down your spine, your survival instincts making you obey his orders. Immediately after you seated yourself, he wrapped his huge arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, letting you feel the growing hardness in his crotch. His other hand rested on one of your thighs, fighting the urge to spread your legs open.
“So, what are your thoughts on conception?” he asks. You knew they were discussing you conceiving a child, but you hadn’t expected them to actually ask.
“L-like… having children?” You stutter, fidgeting with your hands in nervousness.
“Yes, how would you like to conceive our children?”
Our?
As in, all of their kids?
“Uh… I think they’re lovely but I’m not too sure…” you gave your opinion, terrified of their response.
“Why is that? We have everything you need to bear our children.” Aphrodite chimed in, seeming elated.
“Well— I haven’t— I’ve never been pregnant before.” You said.
“Sadly, that isn’t your choice to make.” Zeus replies, almost coldly.
“Zeus.” Hera’s sharp tone warned him.
“N-no! I’m only supposed to be a plaything… not a lover or anything… please. I’ll do anything, just don’t impregnate me.”
Poseidon’s arms kept you caged in, preventing you from escaping or doing anything silly. They would classify this as one of your tantrums, because it’s so silly. What they say goes. If they want you to bear 10 children, then you will. If they want you tied up and forced to take whatever they give you, then you will.
It’s so silly for you to fight for something that isn’t possible.
From the moment they mentioned you having a child, your destiny was already determined.
Tears started to form in your eyes. Apollo quickly came over to you to wipe the tears off your cheeks. He’d always been there to your “rescue” and always been so gentle to you.
He’d mostly done it to look better in your eyes, to be favored by you but you always saw through it.
“What is this talk about children?” Hades stepped in, completely uninvited and unwelcomed.
“Brother.” Zeus called. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s my day with her, you promised. Remember?” Hades responded. “Also, did you discuss this with Nyx? Erebus? Do you know how bad it could be if you don’t discuss this with them?”