A Painful Submission

“Yes my King~!” Telemacha moaned as she continued to ride Antinous. He had laid down now and the woman had fully taken control of both of their pleasure, arching her back and making sure every inch of his cock is being pleased by her body.

Another 20 minutes had passed since his cock had defiled her, and she had begun to lose her sense of self. Her desire to fight, her will of strength, and the love and respect to defend her mother, all had begun to fall out the window as she continued to be used by this lewd and horrible man.

Antinous was reveling in the power he now had. With Odysseia gone, Telemacha was truly the only one standing between him and the throne. Penelope was already firmly in his lap, and now, as Telemacha was brought to yet another orgasm by his might, the true ruler of Ithaca was finally here.

“I wish to see your ass as you ride me, whore.” Antinous moaned up to Telemacha. And as if to show off his strength he grabbed her by the waist and moved her, flipping her over, yet keeping her on top of him. It took her a second to gather her bearings once again as she straddled him, but let out a soft moan as his cock teased her entrance again.

“Of course my king… whatever you desire.” She whispered, humiliation still very prominent in her voice, but now it is underlined with a layer of lustful desperation. The same cock that broke her mother, that destroyed Ithaca, was one that she hungered for, and found herself unable to live without.

This is why she bounced for him. Why she rode him so desperately. Why every smack of her ass was a sign of her to continue, to be more restless for him. It’s why she felt disheartened when he began to thrust from below, as if she was not doing a good enough job on her own. She hated these thoughts, but they had become uncontrollable.

Even now, in her moans of pure bliss and satisfaction, she cursed Aphrodite under her breath. Why would she bestow such a horrid man with such a beautiful appendage? Why would she allow her wits to be overwhelmed simply by the pleasure of man?

Odysseia’s teachings had begun to fully be pushed out of her mind now, as a warrior of the mind is far from what she felt like she currently was. She was a warrior of her soul, and her soul was currently enraptured in lust and debauchery. This wasn’t who she was, but who Antinous wanted her to be.

My king…

“Clean me, Telemacha.” Antinous ordered, smacking the princess’s ass and forcing her to rise from him once more. “Now that you are no longer defying me I wish to see your throat in action. I want you to clean your vile juices off of my royal cock.”

“Yes my King!” Telemacha groaned as she practically collapsed on top of Antinous, her ass just above her face, and her lips attached to his shaft once again like a magnet. “I… I will clean… and be subservient…” She moaned, before immediately wrapping her lips around him once more, and deepthroating her new king, cleaning his cock of her own juices.