In Preparation for a Feast

I winced as the grip around my neck was tightened. "Is this really necessary?"

Annabeth frowned, all the while trying to fit the tie around my neck. "Master you did say that this was a fancy dinner."

I grumbled silently and tried to focus on a far better thing; namely Annabeth's dress. With me having enough cred with the Underworld royal family to convince them that slutty clothes are simply modern fashion, the Aphrodite cabin has unleashed their horniness into full **** to create the sluttiest dresses imaginable to the girls attending the dinner with me today. Case in point - Annabeth. If you look at it from the back, it would appear as a rather beautiful, yet conservative, deep red dress, reaching Annabeth's ankles and the sleeves covering her hands all the way to the wrists. But if you look at it from the front, well then that's a whole other story. Her dress only goes a centimeter below her crotch, and if she did some exerting moves, everyone around would be able to see Annabeth's black panties. The cleavage of her dress goes as far down as her navel, and the two strips going over her tits leave plenty of side boob for the view. Her nipples poke boldly from her dress.

As I feasted my eyes on the lewd dress, the completely naked Thalia sitting beside me on a sofa moaned. "I would really like to come too master. I want a dress like that!"

I smiled indulgently at Thalia and patted her head. "Sorry Thalia. Until I have a majority of Olympians on my side, you have to play the role of the virtuous lieutenant of Artemis. That's why I gave you a consolation prize. How is she by the way?"

Thalia gave me the toothy grin I had come to love and then looked down, where a blonde head bobbed between Thalia's spread legs. The daughter of Zeus patted the head in between her legs. "Hey Demeter! How are you doing there?"

The goddess was so enraptured in munching her niece's cunt that she didn't lift her head, instead raising a hand and giving a thumbs up sign. Everyone laughed at her antics.

During her initiation, I ordered Demeter to lick Annabeth's cunt. For one already brought so low, she was surprisingly resistant to the idea. Sure, the resistance didn't last for more than a minute, but I can't very well have dissent among my whores. And so I had given Demeter over to Thalia and Artemis (both of whom are technically her nieces) to do what they want for the entire night. Sure, this meant that she won't be able to attend the dinner tonight, but that might make seducing her daughter all the more easier, so I stuck with the decision.

Before I could make a lewd remark about Demeter, Jason and Piper entered the room and immediately grabbed my attention. Jason was wearing a normal boring suit like me, but Piper's cream coloured dress contrasted nicely with the light bronze skin of the Cherokee girl. Well calling it a dress might be an exaggeration. Rather, it was an assortment of cream coloured strips that went all over her body, (barely) covering her... strategic areas.

"Delicious," I said grinning.

Both Jason and Piper perked up at the compliment. "That's not all sir," Jason said, before turning to his girlfriend. "Do the thing, babe."

"Ok, honey," Piper said, apparently amused by her boyfriend's enthusiasm. She kissed his cheek (one of the few forms of intimacy that has been allowed to them) then turned around and bent over. The skimpy "dress" flew straight past her waist, revealing her plump ass and exposed pussy lips.

I didn't say a word, drinking in the sight before me, while Jason nearly jumped up and down with glee at my reaction. Eventually, Piper stood up straight, adjusted her dress, turned around, and leaned on Jason once more. If someone looked at them now, he would have assumed they were the perfect couple. How much can looks deceive.

"I told her not to wear anything underneath sir," Jason said eagerly. "In case you needed emergency... stress relief."

I was truly touched, and amused to no end too. "This is amazing Jason. I mean we all know that your girlfriend is a dumb slut who will eventually crawl into my bed, but you offering the cumdump to me like this yourself? Shows how much of a great friend you are."

Both Jason and Piper looked ecstatic on the compliments I showered on them, but before they could reply, the last member of my small inner council entered into the room. Hazel's white outfit on her coffee coloured skin was the simplest and skimpiest out of all the outfits my sluts were wearing. One strip of white cloth, as wide as my hand, went around her waist, and another one as wide as my thumb, went around her chest, leaving a considerable amount of even her small breasts exposed, and her nipples struggled against the tight cloth valiantly. I nearly started salivating, and Hazel gave me the sluttiest smile imaginable. Gods damn it, it felt like these girls had taken a bet on who can drive me insane with lust by acting and dressing most sluttily. Knowing them, that wasn't even a risky assumption to make.

"Master," Hazel said sighing. "Are you still not ready?"

"Yes I am," I said, ripping off the half put on tie and throwing it away. "Jason take off yours too. We'll say that ties went out of fashion just about the time slutty clothes became a thing."

That elicited a general laughter from all except Annabeth, who grumbled at her hard work. I patted her ass good naturedly. Then I went to Thalia and Missy, giving them small kisses, and patted Demeter's head, telling her to be a good girl and obey her mistresses for the night. Then, me and the sluts went out of the room.

The denizens of Camp Half-Blood were doing their usual activities when we cane around, albeit all the girls were naked or wearing skimpy clothes. They all stopped what they were doing and bowed to us as we passed them. Near the door, the other heads of the various cabins were standing ready, with the guys wearing suits and the girls wearing sufficiently lewd dresses.

Opening the door, we stepped out. I took a deep breath, letting the night time wind hit me, while in the corner of my eyes I saw Hazel manipulating the Mist so that anyone who would see us before we reached Hades' mansion would see us as just another usual group. With such cover provided, I grabbed handfuls out of Annabeth and Piper's asses and we began to walk.

Once we neared Hades' palace, I took my hands off the butts of the sluts I've been fondling. Both Annabeth and Piper were red faced and panting slightly. I was incredibly turned on too, but was able to hide it better. Two undead guards opened the gate and let us in. Immediately after stepping in, Hazel stopped manipulating the Mist. Gods are territorial creatures that are always trying to get a one up on one another, and so every gods' domain is well guarded from any other gods' spying.

The two dead guards led us into the palace and started to guide us to Hades. Me and Hazel have been here a couple of times before, but no one else had visited here, and they spent the journey in awe of the unimaginable amounts of wealth that were casually displayed in the various corridors. Hades was the god of the Underworld, and thus the god of all the riches under the earth as well. And if everything goes smoothly tonight and my control over the king and queen of the Underworld becomes solidified, then all these riches would be mine. Not that I really need money with the powers I have, but hey you never know when it might come in handy.

Eventually we reached a corridor where Hades stood at the end. He raised his hand in a grandiose gesture. "Welcome Camp Director, my dearest friend! And welcome to all heads of cabins of Camp Half-Blood, heroes who fought alongside us in the past two wars!"

If the others in my little group were a bit weirded out by a normally hostile and cold god addressing them in such a friendly way, they hid it relatively well. I went forward and took his extended hand and shook it firmly. "Hades," I said grinning, "Good to see you friend." He's under my sway a sufficient amount that I can call him by name and survive.

After me, Hades greeted Annabeth, Jason and Piper respectively. While he is led to believe that slutty clothes are the norm, he seemed incredibly flustered by the lewd display of exposed flesh in front of him. That didn't worry me though. My girls are only attracted to me, and since my compulsions have made Hades fall even more harder in love with Persephone, there's no chance of him making moves on someone else.

Finally it was time for Hazel to greet her father. "Daddy!" She chirped. "It's so good to see you!" With that, she leaped onto Hades, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

The god of the Underworld was so surprised at his near naked daughter pressing her entire body against his that he stumbled backwards. "Yes... yes, very good to see you too daughter," Hades stammered. If he wasn't able to change his appearance, I was sure that his face would be red. "Come, I'll show you to my wife," Hades said to the group and walked hastily along the corridor.

Hazel turned towards me and gave a slutty wink, causing me to smirk. Of course, the idea of sharing my women with another man is abhorrent to me, but letting them show, tease another man, to show him what I have that he never can, is endlessly fun.

After going deep into Hades' palace, we came to a stop at two large grand doors, each big enough to fit a god while he's in full size. And in front of it was a human sized Persephone, looking resplendent. Her thick brown hair was woven into a single braid that flew past her waist, and the goddess of summer has decorated it with the occasional purple flowers. Her dress was purple too, to match her eye colour. The dress resembled Annabeth's but less sluttier; The front of the dress was short, but not short enough that a wrong movement could show her pussy. Instead of two straps going over her breasts, the torso of the dress looked like regular one, albeit still revealing a shocking amount of cleavage. I quietly hummed in approval, not just at the sight in front of me, but also at how wisely Hazel had chosen the dress that was to be given to Persephone: it was slutty enough for Persephone to not feel left out, but not slutty enough for the goddess from balking away from wearing it.

"No introductions needed, you all know my wife Persephone," Hades said. We all bowed, and the goddess nodded her head in acknowledgement. She was doing her best to not stare at me, I noticed.

Hades patted the large doors behind him. "Now, until the feast could be prepared, I planned something very special. See whenever a person gets buried or burned with their personal treasures, as was the custom in many early civilizations, those treasures, or a version of those treasures, comes to the Underworld with their owners and falls to the River Styx. This here is my collection of some of the most priceless of such treasures I have collected, and today I will guide you through this treasured collection of mine."

I sent a mental signal for Hazel, telling her this was the time to speak up. "But dad," Hazel said in a sulky voice. "I was gonna show you all the new tricks I learned with controlling the Mist. We get to spend so little time, I was hoping we could hang out at least until the food is ready."

Hades quickly seemed to grasp that this was part of my plan. "Oh... well, I suppose we should go to the courtyard then. Good space for you to show your skills. That is, if my wife is fine with guiding these young demigods for a bit?" Hades asked, his glee at the thought of leaving his wife with me permeating through his voice.

Persephone's hungry purple eyes, filled with nervous excitement, locked into mine. "The pleasure is all mine husband," she said smoothly.

I suppressed a grin as my dick twitched, thinking about all the ways this night could go down.