Initiation

Demeter, silent in her thoughts, walked on the streets of Olympus. That in itself was a marvel. After all the orgasms she had yesterday after getting fucked by the director - no Raj - no her master, she thought she would never even be able to stand properly without her legs buckling underneath her. Indeed, she could only walk like this now because she took some ambrosia before leaving her palace.

As she walked down the street, a group of minor godlings saw her and bowed. Demeter acknowledged them with a regale smile and a nod. After they walked past her, she sighed. It all felt fake to her. Now, Demeter knows what she truly is now. A whore. That thought, along with all the memories that came with it, made Demeter blush furiously. She quickly changed the tone of her skin so that anyone else would not notice it.

It made her think, what would these respectful people who bow to her wherever she goes would do if they saw her yesterday? Not that she would give a damn. Apart from her plants and her daughter, Demeter doesn't really care much for anything. And now, sex. That too.

When she swore the oath of subservience, Demeter thought, naturally, that she would become less than what she once was. Yet her newly made... master - the word still rested weirdly on her tongue - didn't seem all that bad to her. Sure he did spank her ass raw during sex, but she did like it. He did impose a lot of new rules in her life, but nothing that would come between her and what made her happy. She was still allowed to freely visit her daughter, and he even offered to introduce her to Hazel, daughter of Hades, supposedly the genius between the penis plant that she had come to love so much. Instead of feeling less, she feels like she was more than what she was before. She was a mother, a herbologist, a goddess and a whore all at once, and she loved it, though Demeter knew that it would take some time to admit it aloud.

Suddenly Demeter saw Athena and froze. The wisdom goddess is able to pick up even the tiniest details in body language, so what would she able to deduce when seeing her much changed self? But Demeter's worries proved to be unnecessary. Athena is always the one to present a strong, calm and poised image to the rest of the world, but it wasn't so today. Her normally determined grey eyes seemed to be clouded with thoughts and doubts. Her hair was usually tied into a no nonsense bun, but today it hanged free, shiny, slightly curly black hair streaming past her shoulders. But the most notable thing was her clothes: three buttons on her shirt was open. This wasn't much considering that Athena's tops went all the way to her neck, and thus only showing the barest hints of cleavage. But, still Athena never shows skin.

Demeter stood with mouth agape as the other goddess moved on. She raised a hand in acknowledgement, but Athena's grey eyes, normally prone to seeing the most miniscule details of her surroundings, now seemed to barely recognize her, and Athena only gave a tired half hearted nod in acknowledgement, before moving on.

Demeter sighed and started to move again. Athena had a pretty big argument with her daughter yesterday. That must be what's throwing her off. Of course, Athena wants to keep the whole thing a secret, but if there's one thing that the Olympians truly love, it's dirt on other Olympians.

Before long, she had arrived at her destination; Demeter looked up at the mansion where the demigods were housed during their stay in Olympus. She felt her heart beat faster at the idea of seeing her master again, with anticipation, excitement, a little bit of worry and a whole lot of lust.

Demeter raised a hand to knock on the door, but it opened before she could do anything. There was no one in sight. The person who opened the door must be standing behind it, letting it cover their figure. "Come in," a vaguely familiar, female voice said from behind the door, confirming Demeter's suspicions. The goddess sighed. No point in turning back now. She stepped into the building.

The moment she got in, the door closed behind her with a bang. Demeter turned around to see who the voice belonged to; it was Annabeth, daughter of Athena, architect of Olympus. But at the same time, it was also a very different person who was there in front of her. Sure, the same intense grey eyes, the same figure, the same facial structure remained the same since Demeter had last seen her. But everything else has changed. Annabeth has allowed her hair to grow free, which now fashionably tumbled past nearly her waist. However, it was the clothes she was wearing that took Demeter's breath away. It was a very perverted version of the uniform of Camp Half-Blood. A thin strip of cloth went around the girl's breasts, leaving large portions of them exposed, both from under and above. Two hard nipples poked out from the cloth, and around them, printed on the cloth was the design of a poppy flower. Annabeth was wearing a truly set of shorts which showed off her thighs, and if she turned around, Demeter was sure that at least half the girl's buttocks would be out in plain sight.

Demeter suddenly realized that she was staring, but Annabeth didn't seem to mind. In fact she seems to be basking at the stares. The demigod stepped forward and gave the goddess a long hard look. "Master said that he invited his new whore over. I suppose that must be you?"

"Uhh... yes... I suppose so," Demeter said reluctantly.

An annoyed look passed through the face of the teenaged demigod. "What was that?"

Demeter sighed. She knew what they wanted out of her. There's no way Annabeth would have opened the door without knowing it was her. "Yes I am your master's new whore," Demeter said. The words were true, but it still left a bitter taste in her mouth. Just because she enjoyed something doesn't mean she was proud of it, and having to confess this for a stranger in all but name was... well humiliating.

Still, Annabeth nodded her head in approval. "Good. And here's some friendly advice: the sooner you abandon dumb ideas likes pride and stuff, the happier you'll be. The only true pride a whore can get is by pleasing her master well."

"Are you... no offense, are you one of his whores too?' the goddess asked.

"Why would I be offended by that? It's a great honour! But, as for your question, I am technically his girlfriend, but of course I'll do anything master asks of me, including a whore's tasks, happily. And yes, there are ranks for his women. You'll get one soon enough."

Demeter slowly digested all the new information she was getting. "So... how many... women does master have?"

"Some two hundred or so," Annabeth said casually.

"Two hundred?!" Demeter choked on the number.

"Well, he has access to two hundred or so. But his regulars are about a dozen or so. You are really lucky to be one of them." Annabeth said, getting closer to her. "But I get why he chose you. Long, beautiful hair," the girl said, stroking the hair of the goddess as she spoke, "good features," she said, tracing a finger across Demeter's plump lips, "and a good ass and tits." As she said that Annabeth grabbed Demeter's boobs and gave them a squeeze or two. "But we have stayed here long enough. Let's go. Master hates waiting."

With that said, Annabeth walked past her with a smirk on her face, leaving a shocked Demeter planted on the spot. No mortal (apart from her master, of course) had ever dared to touch her that way, and specially not a woman. While many gods are bisexual, Demeter always believed herself to be firmly straight. However, the unleashing of her inner... whore by the camp director seems to have opened doors to new ways of debauchery she has never even considered before. Shaking her head from these thoughts, the goddess began to follow the demigod.

As she did so, Demeter noticed two thing. One was that her earlier assessment was correct: the shorts that Annabeth wears are so short that they left half her buttocks bear. The mounds of white flesh jiggled with each step in a way that made Demeter's throat dry. The second was how in the dark blue shorts, printed in bold white letters were the words PROPERTY OF RAJ.

Seeing that made Demeter insanely jealous. If anyone is deserving of such a title, then surely a goddess must have it first than a mortal right? she thought. And surely I have done more humiliating things for my master to show my loyalty than this little girl. It took some time for Demeter to fully comprehend what she was thinking. Get a hold of yourself woman! she thought to herself. Maybe it's true that you have always been a whore. But no need to show it to the rest of the world. You are still a goddess of Olympus, damn it!

And yet, the question burned at the edge of Demeter's tongue, and she knew she would get no peace until she asked it. "Those clothes... do all of master's... women get them?" She asked, with a red face.

"Ha! You really like them do you?" Annabeth asked teasingly, and then shook her ass, making both her buttocks and Demeter's feelings go in all sorts of directions. "Well, I'm sorry to say that this is the official uniform of Camp Half-Blood. The folks over at Camp Jupiter have the same uniform, but in purple. As for goddesses... well master might create a new uniform for you once he takes over Olympus. He only has one other goddess for now, and is preoccupied with a lot of stuff."

Demeter silently followed Annabeth after that, reflecting on what she heard. Master himself has said a couple of time before that he's planning to take over Olympus. She honestly didn't know how she felt about that, and as she can't affect anything, decided not to think about it. Master also said that he already has another goddess as a whore, but Demeter didn't need to think about it that much either. It got to be Aphrodite. The slut probably opened her legs the moment she saw his big dick. You are a slut too, her consciousness whispered back to Demeter, who promptly ignored it.

As Demeter tried to think of anything else than that thought that just came to her, she realized something; they were completely and totally alone. She and Annabeth has been walking for a long time now, deep into the palace, yet they did not meet a single person other than them. The goddess was about to ask where they were, when she walked into the answer to her question.

They had walked into a large hall. Rows of tables and chairs were placed in neat line, each quite far from one another. Almost all the chairs were filled with girls (though there were a few boys too) and all the girls wore the same scandalous uniform Annabeth was sporting. All were sitting down, bent low to their tables and writing furiously on papers as if their lives depended on it, while a clock ticked away. Yet perhaps the most bizarre thing was at the front of the room. On top of an ornate stool there was a single tall glass, filled to the brim with a thick, white liquid. Two campers carrying batons stood over it like guardians.

Demeter had a good idea on what it was, but just as she was about to ask Annabeth what it was to confirm her suspicions when the smell hit. It overrode anything else in her mind and filled her head with one thought; cum. Master's cum; thick and delicious and gooey and overpowering any other smell for a hundred miles. Demeter took one step forward, and another and then began to walk briskly to the glass. She heard some blonde girl behind her screaming some nonsense, and two burly men with batons coming to intercept her, but the only thing that mattered now was the glass, and the precious nectar within it. A strand of saliva came out of her mouth and fell on her tits, but Demeter payed it no mind.

But everything went south when a hand grabbed her elbow firmly and started pulling her back. Demeter protested weakly, but was unable to do anything, her mind too clouded to take a proper decision. It was only after she had been dragged several steps in the corridor that her senses returned. Demeter shook her head, trying to clear it with all the clouding thoughts, and saw that it was Annabeth's hand on her elbow, dragging her away. The blonde demigoddess' eyes were hard, staring straight ahead and her lips pursed into a thin straight line. Demeter realized that Annabeth was as addicted to master's cum as she was, but she has grown to control it more, though the effect of addiction was as heavy on the teenager as it was on the immortal.

"What - what was that?" Demeter croaked. Her mouth was very dry.

"Master's cum," Annabeth replied. She was breathing heavily, and seemed to be struggling to get words out, just like Demeter herself. "Unless someone is in his permanent harem you could say... she won't be getting cum regularly. Master thinks it's unfair, and for them to get a fair chance there's a competition of sorts every three days; games quizzes, tests. Whoever wins gets to drink a full glass of cum. Master thinks it's a good way to keep everyone happy and to stop them from spending all their time thinking about him, which he thinks is unhealthy."

After that they fell into another bout of silence. Demeter had a lot to think about, and hated how her mind always wheeled back to the thought of whether it was possible for a goddess to enter into whatever competition that will be held in three day's time.

Soon after that, they heard another sound; a large group of masculine voices grunting and shouting, obviously practicing swordplay. That must be where the male demigods were. And soon enough they came into their view.

By the time Annabeth and Demeter came up to them, they were having a break. The young, tired men were lounging around, joking and panting, drinking water hungrily. Annabeth, without any halt to her speed continued to walk past them.

And that's when Demeter noticed something else unusual. These boys were mostly topless, sweaty and in excellent shape. Yet Annabeth, even while obviously being a horny teenager, didn't even give them a look, only paying them attention to return nods, smiles, and greetings. It was all polite and friendly, nothing flirtatious. Annabeth's eyes was fixed to a distant door all the time. Demeter realized then that even she wasn't feeling anything looking at any of these men, each of whom are definitely far more attractive than her master. She searched her emotions and the only thing she could feel was a sense of trepidation at seeing these young men train for war.

The young male demigods acted unusually too. In any other instant, if a woman as beautiful as Annabeth, dressed as she was with almost all her assets in the open, which jiggled with every step, came in front of a group of men, they would have gone wild. Yet these men did none of those things. A few greeted Annabeth politely, but when it came to most, they gave her a glare of longing and lechery for a second or two before averting their eyes respectfully. Having interacted with humans ever since they were created, Demeter had a good guess on what they were feeling; they desired Annabeth as a woman, but were too respectful of their leader to do anything about it. Demeter wondered again how Raj - no her master, was able to get such an amount of loyalty from his followers.

Once they were out of sight of the training demigods, and within sites of the door, Annabeth's excitement became palpable. She stopped in front of the door and looked at Demeter. "Are you ready?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"Uhhh..."

"Of course you are not. You can't even comprehend the amount of pleasure you will get. No point in waiting now, I suppose," with that, Annabeth opened the door, and stepped in, followed by the goddess.

The room she stepped into was big, beautiful and spacious, very much like an overlarge living room, except it was filled with the smell of sex. Demeter's eyes immediately zeroed in on her master, her breathing quickening at the mere sight of him. He was lounged in a sofa, completely naked. His co - penis was wet, and even when soft extended half way across his thigh. He was holding a large tome and seemed to be discussing it with the girl he was sharing the sofa with.

The girl, young and slender, African American with fizzy black hair and hazel eyes, whom Demeter recognized as Hazel, daughter of Hades. Much like her companion, she was completely naked too, and sweaty, holding an equally large book which she seemed to be discussing with her master, except for the occasional gasp. The cause of the gasps was the girl between Hazel's legs. The girl had very pale skin (which contrasted nicely with Hazel's coffee colour one) and black hair, but Demeter was unable to recognize the girl, as her entire head was buried between Hazel's legs, eating her out vigorously.

But perhaps the most strangest person in the room was the maid. Demeter had no other name to call her; the woman had her back turned to her, leaving only her pale skin and long raven black hair to be seen, much like the girl between Hazel's legs. However, she was wearing a highly sexualised and revealing French maid costume, hence Demeter's name for her. The woman was bent down to clean the floor, which revealed a completely exposed ass and pussy to everyone in the room. Even her cleaning methods were strange. There was a bucket of water by her side, and she would constantly dip her extremely long tits to it, then take the wet breasts out to wipe the floor. Demeter would have thought that would be painful, but the maid seems to be enjoying it, indicated by her humming and the lines of juices trickling down her legs.

The casual debauchery of this all made Demeter even more horny. She didn't even realize that she was licking her lips while looking at her master's big wet cock until he asked, "See something you like whore?"

"I... um... master.." the goddess has prepared herself on what to say when she finally met her new master face to face, but seeing his manhood in the open, seeing everything she she's seeing and hearing him address her so degradingly made Demeter red faced and wordless.

"I think you already know Annabeth and Hazel," her master carried on, ignoring her stammering. "But you haven't met Arty yet. Say hello Arty."

The maid stood up and turned around. "Hello."

Demeter gasped and took two steps back upon seeing her niece, Artemis, the goddess who spoke most vocally for female empowerment and against misogyny, now wearing a slutty French maid costume that revealed all her private parts. "I... you..." Demeter said, grasping for air and words. "What are you doing here?"

Artemis looked at her like she asked a question so simple it's bordering on sarcasm. "I'm cleaning the floor."

"What? Well... of course... but wearing that? What are you thinking?"

"You know it's really rude to slut shame a fellow slut," a familiar voice came from between Hazel's legs. A head peeked out between them and Demeter had another mini heart attack at seeing Thalia Grace, the lieutenant of the hunters of Artemis who are supposed to guard her values of virtue and female strength with their life.

"Well, until she recovers, Hazel, Thalia, take Demeter and prepare her for the initiation."

"What... initiation?" the goddess asked thickly.

"Oh it's nothing much. You'll just get to meet the rest of my harem, lick a bit of cunts and become truly one of us. I would like it to go all night long, but we are having a very important dinner tonight and I need you to get ready. No go!"

Most of the words out of her master's mouth was incomprehensible to her, but when the two naked demigods came and gently dragged her away to another room, the utterly lost Demeter allowed them to do so. As they left the room, Demeter turned around to take one last look at her niece and saw the goddess of the hunt once again on her knees, calmly wiping the floor with her breasts.

I smirked as Demeter was herded out of the room. I can have a lot of fun with her.

Annabeth jumped on the sofa and kept her head on my lap, quite near my dick. It twitched when it came in contact with her silky blonde hair, and Annabeth took a deep breath, probably so she could smell whatever residue cum that was on my dick after I had fucked Thalia, before passing her on to Hazel.

"Annabeth," I said, while casually playing with a nipple that was poking out of her uniform. "What is it that you have in your mind that you wanna tell me but think that I won't like to hear?"

"What? How did you know?"

"I always knows. Now tell me."

"Well, there's two things," Annabeth said. " One, when are we going to have the Romans over?"

"Why?" I asked, smiling slightly. "You miss our baby girl?"

"Well yeah Reyna is a great ass licker. But it's not just that. I know we are working against a clock, but I'm not happy with our control over New Rome. We hypnotized everyone the same way we did Camp Half-Blood, to be loyal to you and believe you are Hypnos, but we never checked up on them thoroughly. Plus, other than Reyna and Hazel, you never fucked anyone from over there. Surely out of the two hundred or so people in Camp Jupiter and New Rome, there might be a few sexy enough to join our pervy little family?"

"My wise little slut," I said, tugging at her nipple. "I've been thinking about that too. Once enough seats in the Olympian council are ours, we'll put through a motion saying that the Romans deserve to visit Olympus too, which they really do."

"And that brings me to my second point," Annabeth said. "I know you are having fun taking down goddesses, but for a complete takeover, we have to do the same for the rest in Olympus. The male gods and the ordinary folks."

Instead of answering, I grabbed Annabeth's head and put it gently aside, and stood up. I walked towards the window, and beckoned Annabeth to come over. We peered out from the window, without any worry as one of the first things I did when we got the place was to make the windows so that anyone inside can look out while the reverse cannot be done. "Look," I said, gesturing my head.

Outside, in the road leading up to the palace, a group of twenty or so people were walking towards us. Piper was leading them, laughing and joking. The rest was a motely assortment of the ordinary folk of Olympus. Some minor gods, nature spirits, a couple of cyclopes and...

"Is that Apollo?" Annabeth asked in shock.

"Yes," I said, briefly looking over at Artemis, then looking back outside, satisfied that she didn't have any reaction to her twin's name. I glanced at Apollo, who looked like any ordinary person in their late teens except for being as doubly tall as anyone else and radiating sunlight. "I sent out Piper to collect a group of people and whichever Olympian she met. They think they are here for a party. While the girls are preparing Demeter, we'll go and give them the standard brainwash treatment. From now on, we are gonna put do this to one group or another everyday, until Olympus is mine.

Annabeth looked at me, smiling with pleasant surprise.

"You know I'm not entirely irresponsible," I said, offering an arm to Annabeth. "Now let's go put another celestial body under my control."

Persephone was excitedly rummaging through her wardrobe. The moment her husband said that the Director of Camp Half-Blood would be joining them for a dinner, she had rushed into her room, trying her best to prepare. Persephone took out a light purple dress and held it in front of her body. It will bring out the dark purple of my eyes, surely a mortal would find that captivating? Or would wearing this make me look obvious and ****? The goddess put aside her dress and started to dig deeper into the wardrobe, trying to find the best costume available that would draw the attention of the man who haunted her dreams for the past weeks.

Of course, she knew nothing would come out of it; if she started an affair with the camp director and Hades found out, he would crush him like a gnat. But surely, she can live in a fantasy for one night? Her husband would get drunk rather quickly, leaving Persephone the opportunity to smile at the director, hand out a flirtatious comment or two, or at the most **** situation, allow him a peak down her cleavage or 'accidentally' brush a breast on his arm. Harmless fun, for a single night.

The clearing of a throat made Persephone jump out of her thoughts. She looked back and saw her husband on the doorway. "Persephone. May I come in?"

"Of course, husband," Persephone said smiling, hoping that her guilt would not show. Her marriage life is beyond stale, sure, but Hades was a good companion and she could have done far worse as far as godly husbands go.

"I wasn't done speaking to you earlier," Hades said. "You ran away to the room, the moment I mentioned that the director was visiting for a dinner."

Persephone winced. That was stupid, but she could not control herself when she heard the director mentioned. "Yes I... don't have much time to get ready."

"Yes it's my fault to spring this on you this quickly. My apologies. But there are some more things you should know. The director isn't the only one coming today. All the prominent people of the camp will be coming. Which... will include my daughter Hazel, who's acting as the representative of Camp Jupiter in Camp Half-Blood." He said, adding the last part in a guilty voice.

Persephone didn't care much about her husband's bastards with mortals. Well, at least she won't go into a murderous rage at the mere sight of them as some goddesses are prone to do. She just wanted them out of sight and out of mind. On another day, she would have screamed at her husband, but tonight she would be too preoccupied with the director. And if she was going to spend a night flirting with another man, she supposed her husband deserves to spend one talking to his daughter.

"It's fine." Persephone said, giving him a charming smile. "I bear no ill will towards the girl."

Hades was visibly relieved. "Neither is she towards you. She even gave a gift to you, something to wear tonight."

With that Hades handed over a folded, purple gown. Even before Persephone unfolded it, she noticed the problem. "There's too little material. Far too little."

"Yes, well, you know mortals and their fashions. But you will wear it yes?" Hades asked insistently. Persephone hoped it was because he was trying to make peace with her and his daughter, and not because he wanted to see her in a revealing outfit. Just because she had some lingering affection for the man does not mean she wants to share a bed with him.

"I..."

"I suppose you can wear one of your old dresses if you want to," Hades said reluctantly.

"No! I mean, no I will wear this," Persephone said. While she was very young among gods, she would be very old to mortal eyes. She did not want the director to think she was some crone because she's wearing some old fashioned clothes.

Hades smiled approvingly. "Good. Good. And one other thing; your mother will be joining us today?"

"My mother? Why?"

"Well it was the Director's idea, and I agreed. You know how... temperamental your mother can get when she's excluded from family events."

That much was true enough, Persephone had to concede. But still, it would be very awkward to wear such a revealing dress in front of her very conservative mother, not to mention it would be near impossible to flirt with with someone else. Maybe she'll be able to convince her mother to leave early, or somehow get her drunk too.

"Well I must be going. Lots of things to prepare," with that, Hades went away. He seemed very excited and has been acting very unusually, but Persephone didn't have the time to worry about that. Placing the dress in front of her, the goddess began to count the hours for the special dinner

I know my friends, another late chapter. I hope that you will stick it out with me for one more month until I would be able to return to my usual speed. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this extra long chapter. Now, who's ready for a special dinner?