Gift

Circe looked at Hercules with satisfaction.

• Go get the little gift for Diana, will you?

Hercules smiled and nodded, then closed his tunic. He opened the chest and took out a box, which he gave to Circe. Circe took out a collar with a small padlock.

• Put this collar on. It has the same effect as my whip, but positioned around your neck, it will ensure your long-term obedience and will eventually break your will. In a month, you will be our submissive little **** forever.

Diana tried to resist, but it was no use; her body betrayed her. Her hands grasped the collar, opened it, hesitated a moment before fastening it around her neck, and then locked the small padlock. Immediately, she felt her mind sink into oblivion, her will driven by the desire to please her new masters.

The cold metal of the collar tightened around her neck with a sinister click, like the bite of a venomous snake. Diana felt a wave of submission course through her veins, more powerful than the whip—this time, the hold wasn't confined to her body, but sank its claws into her mind. Her pupils dilated as a blank, almost ecstatic vision floated across her face.

Circe withdrew her whip, which was no longer needed, and ordered Diana to test her:

• Suck and clean Hercules's penis of your juices and his semen.

Diana felt her knees knock on the vehicle's floor as she dragged herself, still naked, toward Hercules, the collar trembling with a pale glow with each beat of her heart. Her trembling fingers gripped the demigod's powerful thighs, tracing wet furrows where her own essence mingled with the still-warm semen.

Her parted lips first brushed against the base of Hercules's penis, inhaling the musky scent of their mingled dominance. Diana's tongue slowly emerged, tracing a trembling path along the prominent vein, drawing up an opaque mixture of their fluids. Each flick of her tongue elicited a stifled moan from Diana, the collar pulsing harder against her Adam's apple each time she tried to turn her head away.

The collar amplified her lust; she felt her desire intensify, her sexual appetite rising for the demigod's penis, which was so enticing. Her tongue now acted as much to give pleasure as to obey; commands became her desire.

Diana's tongue curled eagerly around Hercules's glans, sucking up every last drop of their mingled essence with a fervor that surprised even herself. The collar throbbed against her throat, its magic seeping deeper into her mind, transforming obedience into burning desire. A soft, pleading moan escaped her as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around its circumference, her hips swaying slightly in the air—her body begging for a friction it would not receive.

Hercules pushed her away when she finished cleaning his penis.

• Get out of here, a female dog has nothing to gain, only to obey.

He dragged her out of the car and threw her into the trunk before closing it. The car started up again shortly after.