Clarisse gets humbled. Hard.

Trevor had a fair share of ideas pop into his head as he climbed up the stairs of the Big House.

However, he certainly hadn't expected to see what was waiting for him in his bedroom.

"Mmmph..."

"Gnnmmph..."

Annabeth and Ariadne, two of his oldest slaves(although they were both a day into their enslavement), were suspended in midair.

Their arms were held behind and above their heads, tied around the wristed and fixated on the ceiling.

Their legs were spread wide apart in a 'V' shape, revealing their pussy and anus to the doorway.

Both holes had several vibrators roughly shoved in, only kept in place by a black rubber harness shaped like an underwear.

The girls were drenched in sweat, dripping liquid from their body enough to make huge wet spots on the floor underneath them.

Their bodies were dotted with whip marks, alongside clamps squeezing on their most sensitive spots—such as their tits and clits.

He had to admit, it was quite an arousing shot.

But as much as he was tempted to stare at the suspended beauties all day, Trevor had to direct his attention to the supposed organizer of this artwork.

Clarisse was sitting on the chair with a wide grin, still naked as much as the day she was born and the crop held loosely in her hand.

"Didn't expect I'd overpower your blonde bitch, did you?"

Trevor glanced at Annabeth.

The blonde **** shivered under her master's gaze, and a bit more cum dribbled from her pussy.

"Can't say I expected her to get captured," Trevor admitted, "I'll have to punish her for that later."

Annabeth moaned softly at the prospect of more punishment. Her body shuddered from anticipation.

Trevor had to suppress a grin himself.

The proud, wise and capable daughter of Athena was truely gone.

All that was left now was a pathetic masochist slut that begged for more punishments for her misbehavior.

Clarisse chuckled as well, relishing under a similar thought.

"You know, as much as I want to bash your skull in for fucking my mouth, I think there are some similarities between us."

Trevor raised and eyebrow, "Go on."

With a broad girn, Clarisse offered her hand to Trevor.

"I think we can make a good team; we'll take over the Camp, do whatever we want.

Hell, I'll even let you fuck me if that's what you want.

But in return, I get to have a piece of whoever you subdue into your bitch collection. Deal?"

Trevor looked at Clarisse's hand...and slowly reached out with his.

It looked like he was just about to grab it when Trevor suddenly curled four of the five fingers and pointed at Clarisse.

"Get down on the floor in squat position and spread your legs."

Clarisse gasped when her body moved even before she could process what Trevor had said.

By the time she digested his words, she was already assuming the exact position Trevor demanded.

"W-wait, how did you—mph!"

Clarisse wretched when Trevor shoved the dildo gag into her mouth without any warning.

She could tell that he put it in an opposite way by the taste her own juice covered around the dildo.

Trevor leisurely picked up the crop Clarisse had dropped.

He twirled the striaght whip in his hand as he slowly circled the immobilized daughter of Ares, truly drinking in her naked physiques.

He lightly swung his arm at random intervals, smacking her body wherever he saw fit.

"Mmhnn! Nhnng!"

Clarisse gritted her teeth between grunts of pain.

She didn't understand what was happening, but she was determined not to let any demeaning sound escape her like the two sluts she conquered.

However, even her defiance was nothing more than a small pebble in Trevor's eyes.

He smirked in amusement as he tormented the immobilized daughter of Ares.

"You still don't get it, do you?" He mused, "You've already lost when I fucked your mouth.

Your body will forever yearning for me; for my touch."

Trevor flicked one of the erect nipples with the whip.

Clarisse whimpered and shuddered. A few drops of feminine fluid peppered the floor.

Trevor went around Clarisse's body and grabbed her chin from behind.

"I know the real reason why you wanted to stirke a deal with me," He whispered into her ear, "You wanted to provoke me. Make me angry. Do you know why?"

"Hnnmmgh." Clarisse grunted.

She tried to deny it with all of the willpower she could muster, but she couldn't ignore the rapidly building desire within her mind.

A desire tabooed amongst the Children of Ares, so much so that Clarisse had never realized she possessed such a lustful mind, not until...

"Not until I claimed your body."

Trevor swung his arm.

Unlike the previous times, he brought the cropwhip with all of his strength and struck Clarisse on her most private area—the one place he had intentionally left untouched until this exact moment.

"EEEEEMMPPPHH!!!"

The resulting tsunami of pain and pleasure crashed into Clarisse's weakened mind.

Her eyes rolled up as her world went white for a second.

Her pussy spasmed out, gushing out jets of cum from the multiple climaxes at once.

The only thing that enabled her to keep her pose was Trevor's orders.

Her master's orders.

Trevor grabbed a fistful of Clarisse's hair and tugged her head back, an act that would have been impossible in any other circumstance, but he made it happen.

Of course he could.

He could do anything he wanted.

As expected, the mind of the rowdy, violent, and ruthlessly stubborn daughter of Ares was shattered like a sheet of glass dropped on concrete.

Trevor could barely make out what was left of Clarisse La Rue from her eyes when they showed nothing but manic lust and overwhelming urge to serve her new master.

Trevor stroked his new **** by her cheek, "You'll be a good girl from nowon, correct?"

"Mnnnesss..." Clarisse nodded obidently.

Then, she got immediately slapped across the face.

Trevor yanked Clarisse harder, almost toppling her balance and snarled in a much more demanding tone.

"You'll always address me as Master unless I say otherwise, understand?"

Clarisse shuddered again, unable to contain her arousement as she was so roughly handled.

She wanted more; she wanted her master to treat her as hard as possible, up to the point where she'd beg him to stop...only for him to decline her plea.

Lost in her fantasy, Clarisse hardly realized that her master pulled out the gag to get a straight answer from her.

"Yes, Master."

Trevor let go of her hair, "Good. Now get on the bed. Down on all fours."

He kicked Clarisse on the butt, and the new **** girl hurried onto the bed and planted her arms and legs onto the soft matress.

Trevor took the moment to enjoy the view of Clarisse eagerly waiting for him on the bed whilst showing off her nether realm dripping with exctiment.

However, before taking his treat, he turned his attention to his two oldest slaves, yet to be freed from their bonds.

Needless to say, they were both turned on by how their master easily subdued their captors.

Especially, Annabeth was the more aroused one between the two, Trevor realized.

She even seemed to have struggled against her bonds, judging by how the ropes and cuffs dug into her skin.

"That was hot, wasn't it?" Trevor asked.

Annabeth nodded frantically.

Trevor chuckled and loosened the rope suspending her just enough so that the blonde demigod would drop to the floor and land at his feet—exactly where the depraved slut belonged.

Trevor dragged Annabeth across the floor by her hair and freed Ariadne as well.

Unlike Annabeth, Ariadne had a bit more concern in her eyes as she looked up at her master.

While Annabeth was suprime in knowledge and intelligence, Ariadne had spent thousands of years as a bride to the God of Madness.

Therefore, she was better at noticing the subtle changes via the emotions they had.

Ariadne could tell that Trevor was irritated despite the broad grin on his face.

And sure enough, when Trevor put his cuffed slaves shoulder-to-shoulder, his smile vanished.

"Heads down," He ordered in a cold voice.

Annabeth and Ariadne instantly obeyed, only wondering what was going on after they had carried out the order.

Trevor put his foot on Annabeth's head and squished it against the floor as he continued.

"You, both of you, failed to follow my orders."

The girls didn't reply, even though their mouths were freed from the gag.

Trevor put his foot under Annabeth and made her look up by nudging her chin.

"Especially you, Annabeth.

You almost let that bitch," He pointed towards Clarisse, still waiting for him on the bed, "Take over my place, my bedroom."

"...P, please forgive—"

Trevor kicked Annabeth on her right cheek.

With a pained yelp, Annabeth went flying sideways and crashed into Ariadne, sprawling both of them onto the floor.

Trevor yanked both girls to their knees by the collars.

"One chance," He snarled, "Tonight, I'll give you two a chance to prove your worth in my bed."

"Wh-what happenes i-if we d-don't meet your criteria, Master?" Ariadne asked against her better judgment.

Trevor smiled coldly, "Oh, I don't know. I'll think of some way to make use of you two either way."

Annabeth and Ariadne glanced at each other.

Whatever their punishment was going to be in case of a failure, it would not be something they wanted to receive no matter how much of a machoist they were.

"Is everything clear?"

They both nodded.

Trevor let the girls fall back on the floor and undid the remaining bonds.

"Go down to the first floor. Thalia and Juniper would be there, you can workshop with them if you'd like."

"Thank you for your generosity master."

"We will not let you down.

After leaving parting kiss on their master's cock, Annabeth and Ariadne left the room.

Trevor stretched his arms.

Of course, in reality, he didn't plan to get rid of those two.

He was amused by how much he was attached to them, although it has barely been over a day since he had become the all-powerful master.

'Still, it won't hurt to have something to look forward to in the night.'

With a mischievious snicker, he finally reverted his attention to the main event of the forenoon.

Clarisse mewled when the matress shifted.

She shook her ass from side to side as Trevor climbed behind her.

"Clarisse, it is normal for you to cum whenver I inflict any kind of pain on you, understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Trevor pinched the side of her arm.

"Oh gods!"

Clarisse thrust her head and gasped as her pussy juice sprinkled the bedsheet.

"This is going to be interesting," Trevor muttered to himself.

He reached out and soothed his hands over Clarisse's body.

He'd never thought he would enjoy a muscular type, but Annabeth and Clarisse have managed to prove him wrong.

The frim structure of the war princess's body fascinanted him.

He ran his fingers over the toned stomach, the thick limbs(especially her thighs), and the neigh perfected ass with the perfect blend of fat and muscles.

Trevor gave each cheeks several slaps, sending Clarisse into an orgasmic frenzy.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Oh fuck!_ Oh FUCK! HARDER! PLEASE HURT ME HARDER~!"_

Clarisse cried like a sex-driven madman, which she technically was at this point.

He suspended Clarisse by a fistful of her hair, "Now, now. It's too early for you to faint already."

"Ughghooo..." Clarisse moaned.

She was barely clinging to her consciousness, much less form a suitable answer.

Trevor dropped the barely functioning bitch on the bed and yanked her ass up, so her prominent posterior stood tall.

Trevor stood up, angled his rigid cock against the moist pussy, then pushed in without any heads-up.

"AAAHNGHHAA—!!!"

Clarisse cried to the heavens.

She could feel the hot, spunky cock spreading her inside apart as it dove straight into her most private part without hesitation.

Trevor grunted when his cockhead pressed the cervix.

"Hooo...oohhh...gods, please...fhuuuck...."

Clarisse seemed already quite burdened.

She was murmuring prayers between deep breaths, blinking tears out of her eyes as her brain was confused between the conflicting signs of pain and pleasure.

On the other hand, Trevor's cock was only three quarters in yet. He could certainly push forward a few inches more.

There was barely any debate in Trevor's mind. He grabbed Clarisse by her waist and shoved his crotch forward.

"—————————!!!"

Clarisse let out an inhumane howl as her baby's room was rudely intruded her master's rod.

The immense pain was reverted into unfathomable euphoric bliss as she came time and time again.

Her nervous senses short-skirted, sending Clarisse into a shock that would have been extremely dangerous if she was a regular human.

Trevor didn't give an ounce of care as he began thrusting back and forth, stabbing Clarisse in her deepest cave everytime.

"Ahngh, gahng, ughaa, fuwaaahcck!!!"

Clarisse yelped when a finger hook in her screaming mouth and **** her to look back.

"You had a boyfriend, don't you?" Trevor asked, huffing between thrusts.

"Ah, haah...boy, friend..."

Clarisse struggled to remember.

At the moment, everything apart from Trevor and his cock seemed so miniscule and irrelevant.

The world could end for all she cared as long as she was mangled by her master however he see fit.

Despite that, Clarisse managed to pull out a feeble cord of memory from the lust filled haze of her memory.

"C, Chris..." Clarisse moaned, "Chris Rodriguez—mmmph!"

She was interrupted when Trevor pulled her into a rough kiss while never slowing down in fucking her.

Clarisse melted into her master's arms.

She tried her best to suck and kiss his face, but mostly ended up only moaning as Trevor bit, sucked, and licked her face.

"You unfaithful slut!" Trevor scolded with a sharp spanking over her butt, adding more orgasm to Clarisse.

"How was your sex life with him, huh? Did you enjoy another man's dick before you came to your rightful owner?"

Clarisse shook her head violently.

"N, nooo...!"

For some reason, Clarisse could vividly recall the one sexual intercouse she had shared with Chris.

"H, his cock n-never got hard—aiieeee!!"

She started to explain, only for Trevor to fuck her harder and making her squeal like a pig.

"And?!"

"S, so I t-tried to jerk him off, but h-he squirted in a few seconds...s, so I-I was still a virgin and everything..."

Trevor grinned.

His cock throbbed from the thrill of taking yet another girl that was in a relationship beforehand.

He plowed her as hard as he could muster. Clarisse twitched her whole body, screaming incoherent words of pleasure until Trevor **** her head into a pillow.

Her muffled voice kept going until Trevor felt his limit approaching.

"I'm going to cum in your deepest spot!" He snarled over his ****'s scream and the bed creaking.

With a victorious roar, Trevor thrust one last time.

As promised, his cock jizzed in the deepest point of Clarisse's womb, completely filling it up with his seed.

With a relaxed sigh, Trevor dropped the still twitching body of Clarisse on the bed.

He pulled is slightly softened cock out of her creampied pussy. It drooled his cum like how her lips drooled her saliva.

Trevor climbed over Clarisse and plastered his messy cock onto her face.

"Suck it clean," Trevor ordered.

Clarisse started to suck the cock clean in her mouth.

Trevor ran his fingers through her short brown hair, amused by how the biggest bully in camp was now reduced to a masochist cock-hungry slut.

"I think I'll make you my maid," He mused.

"Yeah, that sounds good. You'll find the proper attire and learn the basics from...eh, Ariadne, I suppose."

"Yesshh, Mahssster."

Trevor pat Clarisse on the head as his cock got cleansed.

When that was over, it was finally time to realize one of his various perverted fantasies.

He was going to take over the Aphrodite Cabin.