Fall of a Hero, Rise of a God

I took a deep breath, taking in the fresh sea breeze, and looked around the beach. All around me were signs of a campaign at an end. My subjects, most in armour and others in the camp outfits (not the slutty ones I had designed, unfortunately), were hurrying here and there, doing all sorts of tasks. The tents were being collapsed as they got ready to depart, with mine being one of the last ones still standing. A steady stream of my followers who were given the ability to breathe underwater walked out of the sea, holding all sorts of treasure taken from Poseidon's palace, as they have been doing for the past three days. The loot was taken to a large spot at the center of the camp, where Hazel and some of her assistants were meticulously recording each object for me to read.

A rustling noise halted my train of thoughts as I looked back. Tied to a chair was the once glorious hero of Olympus, Percy Jackson, who was slowly gaining his consciousness.

"Ahh you are up," I said cheerfully. "How are you feeling?"

"Wha-?" the demigod mumbled drowsily, before setting his eyes on me. His green eyes hardened with grim realization. "You fucking-"

I snapped my fingers, and all noise coming out of Percy's mouth ceased. That didn't seem to daunt the deranged demigod however, who continued to shout even without the noise, face red, eyes bulging, and banging the chair on the sandy floor as hard as possible. My amusement at this impressive display of impotent rage quickly drained, and I sat behind my desk and continued to read a few more pages of the report in front of me. After some fifteen or so minutes, the banging seem to stop, and I looked up to see the former hero downcast and panting like a defeated dog.

"Got it out of your system, did you?" I asked, far less pleasantly this time. "Good. Now, we can do two things here. Either I give you your ability to talk again, and we talk like civilized beings. That way, you might be able to get some answers for the many questions you undoubtably have. Or, you can keep acting like a baby, at which point you may never even get your voice again. Understood?"

Percy nodded his head once, though hatred still burned in his eyes.

"Oh, good," I said, snapping my fingers yet again. "I'd have hated to send you away without showing you my newest toy!" I said, picking up the golden trident that was leaning at a corner of the tent and swinging it around quite carelessly.

Percy's eyes widened in aghast. "How did you get it?" he asked, voice croaking. Screaming at the top your lungs for fifteen minutes isn't probably the healthiest thing for your throat.

"Come on Percy! Surely, even a Seaweed Brain like you should realize by now that you lost the war!" I said, using what was once Annabeth's term of endearment for him.

"My father..."

"Fought like hell even when he knew it was all over, for what it's worth. Annoyed me quite a bit, in fact. So I gave him detention," I said, pointing at the bowl of water on my desk, where two grumpy goldfish swam around gloomily. One was quite old and large, while the other had two fins; the former sea god Poseidon, and his eldest son Triton.

Frankly, I expected another bout of shouting from Percy, but it seems like the idea of his oh so powerful father being treated this way was simply inconceivable for his mind. Instead, he kept looking back and forth at me and the goldfish, while stammering something.

"Ahh, don't look so sad! Once I clean out their brains and make them think the correct way, I'll give them back their bodies. Your father won't get his old job back though. No, it'll go to someone far more trustworthy. Hephaestus, I'm thinking, since he already spends a lot of time underwater, provided that he swears a couple of new oaths to me."

"How... how could you do all this?" Percy asked numbly.

"Oh, come on you guys should have seriously seen it coming! After all, you Greeks invented the Trojan Horse! How could you miss my Trojan Horse? Or should I say, my Trojan Whores? Huh, Annabeth?" I asked, laughing at my own joke.

Annabeth, who had been quietly observing the whole deal in a dark corner of the tent, behind the spot where Percy was tied, stepped out into the light and sauntered over to me. She was naked except for the collar at her neck, her glorious body revealed to me and my prisoner. "You should be glad that I actually find your cringy jokes funny, Master." Her hands and legs wrapped around me, and as my hand circled around her waist, our tongues met each other and battled slimily. Percy watched with a horrified expression as the two kissed passionately for minutes, completely oblivious to his presence. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene no matter what he did, even when a stray strand of saliva fell on his cheek, which he didn't know if it belonged to the love of his life or his most hated enemy.

It seemed an eternity before the kiss ended, after which Annabeth looked at her ex, her grey eyes lit up with malicious glee.

"Annabeth." Percy uttered. That's all he could say.

"Not justAnnabeth, now. I'm the first and foremost **** of Master's harem!" the blonde declared proudly. To be fair, in the new world I'm creating, that is one of the highest positions one can achieve.

In his mind, behind a thin barrier, Percy could feel the bottled rage and madness thrashing, demanding to be released. "How... but the test..."

"The test!" Annabeth barked, slapping her naked, creamy thighs in laughter. "Oh yes we heard all about your pathetic little test. Once we did, it really wasn't a big deal for Master to get in my head and change it so that I'd pass it."

A ray of hope pierced Percy's heart. "So, you do know he's controlling you!"

"Yep," Annabeth said nonchalantly.

"And you're ok with that?" Percy asked, his voice so incredulous that the question came off as high pitched.

Annabeth's flinty eyes softened for a brief second. "I know that this may all seem a bit crazy to you right now, Percy. But trust me, it's all for the best. Master... he's perfect. He's God. And by changing us, he turns us into our best selves. That's God's gift for us!"

The tied up demigod could only stare at her with a flabbergasted expression.

"And if you don't get what she says, maybe someone else can change your mind," I said, snapping my fingers to open a portal in the middle of the tent, out of which stepped forward a heavily pregnant, naked woman.

Honestly, compared to all the women I fucked, Sally Jackson isn't that special looking at all. A woman well into her forties, you can already see one or two white hairs on the otherwise brunette, and her great big tits sagged even before she was pregnant. Still, there was something inexplicably attractive about her, something that would make even a god look twice. Maybe it was her ever lit jade eyes, seeing too many things a mortal should never see. Maybe it was her maternal spirit, her all-encompassing desire to treat everyone with seemingly endless kindness, a sense of maternity that was there even before I fucked a baby into her.

"Oh, hello Raj!" she said, sounding like a normal mom talking to one of her son's friends more than anything else.

"Hello Mrs. Jackson," I played along. Grinning, I walked over and gave her a simple kiss, making the older lady flustered.

The kiss was enough to break Percy out of his silent horror. "MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OUT OF HERE, HE'S DANGERO-"

"Not a single more word young man," Sally snapped, her voice crackling like a whip. "Do you have any idea what you have done? Leaving me all alone, for more than a year, no notice, no call, no nothing! Fortunately, your lovely friend Raj here came and explained everything to me and that you are safe and alright" she gently moved a hand across her belly. "And he comforted me all that time you were away."

The gob smacked demigod looked on as another piece of his life fell away. While contemplating what he should do to save his mom, another dark thought entered his mind and he looked at the man who ruined his life. "What about Paul? he asked me, referring to his stepfather. "What did you do with him?"

"Oh, Paul's fine!" an impatient Sally interceded on my behalf. "More than fine, he's ecstatic! You know, Raj said that my daughter, and yes, it's a daughter, will be born a mortal, so she won't be able to live with him on Olympus. Raj promised to come and visit her as much as possible, but Paul and I will be the one to raise her. He's positively thrilled at having another stepchild! "

Percy just stared at her.

"Oh, you'll soon understand everything!" his mother chided.

"How? After he brainwashes me?" Percy spat out.

"I can tinker with your brain until I get happy results. But there are more fun ways to do it. Did you know that my cum is awfully addictive?"

"What?" Percy shrieked. "No you can't, you can't-"

"He has always been terribly shy at taking his medicine," Sally said in a conversational tone, all the while stroking my shaft. "But his mother always makes sure that he drinks it all." With that, she sank to her knees, stomach wobbling, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. Sally quickly began to give the sloppiest blowjob in her life (knowing it'll be the most important one she gives) as strands of saliva and precum flew everywhere.

Annabeth, who had been watching the unfolding scene with malicious glee, now sauntered over and tried to get her own piece. However, it seemed Sally was not in a sharing mood, and swapped away the girl anytime she got close to my cock. She looked at me pleadingly, but I only laughed. "It's Mrs. Jackson's time to shine, Anny. You'll have to find another way to serve me."

Annabeth pouted, but then crawled through my legs to the other side. There, after giving Percy a saucy wink, she sank her face between my cheeks, licking at my hole as if it was the most delicious of treats. This is it, I thought. The height of my victory. My biggest enemy tied down, **** to watch his pregnant mother and former lover both servicing me as if that's their life's calling.

Annabeth, however, was not done just yet. Bending down she licked up a strand of saliva that was now dripping over Sally's pregnant belly. She then used it to lick my ass, before taking it all in her mouth, a combination of her and Sally's spit as well as my pre cum and ass juice, all mixed together in one big mouthful, and spat it right at Percy's face.

"What did you think about that treat, Seaweed Brain?" She asked, using the term of endearment she once used on him, a final twist in the knife at his heart.

And then she looked down and saw his boner. "Holy shit, you like this!"

This time, even Sally looked up from her task, and sniggered at her son's pathetic boner. "Tell me sweety, what made you get that? Is it me licking his ball sack, or your girlfriend licking his asshole?"

"No.. no... I... It's him! He must have done something to me?"

"Other than giving you a boner? Nah man. And since you don't trust me... I swear by the River Styx that I didn't give you a cuck fetish or anything like that. You must have always been a cucky at heart."

Percy shut his eyes tight in resignation.

"It's all right loser," Annabeth whispered, poking at Percy cock with a toe as if it's a disgusting bug. "That's how all men feel when compared to master. You'll see that soon enough."

But poor Percy wasn't thinking about that. He was already turned on by the show, and Annabeth's toe on his cock was the final stimulation he needed. With a whimper, a few drops of weak coloured cum splashed onto Annabeth's feet.

"Ewww! That is so gross! Clean it up! Clean it up!" Annabeth lifted her foot to Percy's face. By now, he was already so far gone, that he didn't even question her order, licking his own cum off his ex's feet, along with a bunch of beach sand that had been stuck on her feet. At that point he didn't care.

And that was the last straw for me, and with a groan I filled Sally's mouth with my cum. Annabeth turned back, saw what happened, and grinned at Percy's embittered expression. "I know. Your cum is gross right? Well don't worry. You'll soon get a much better meal. The best in your life."

Sally unsteadily rose to her feet, and then walked over to Percy, her mouth bulging, her face and hair ruined. Then, as we all looked on, she kissed her son in the mouth, pushing my cum into him, converting Percy Jackson into my **** forever.