Hunting the Huntress

Artemis was treading carefully on the leaves, walking without making a single noise. Fortunately the woods around Camp Half-Blood are quite familiar to her.

The message she had gotten from her lieutenant had been as short as it had been distressing. In a few short, hurried words, Thalia has Iris messaged her about how she and the hunters were in trouble and pleaded for help. Then, just like that, the message got disrupted and ended.

And now Artemis worried. The hunters were her chosen sisters and maiden in arms. She not only worried about their safety, but also who would be brazen enough to harm them and succeed. Will Olympus have to go to war for the third time in a row? Either way when she found him she would find the most horrible torturers the underworld has ever seen to take care of him. Then she might just send a plague to which ever place he crawled from to drive her message home.

But those were questions for a later date. Right now, she has to concentrate on saving her followers.

Thalia was able to say that she and the hunters were in the woods near camp Half-Blood. But where exactly could not be said as the message ended.

Stopping in the middle of the tracks, with her bow gripped tightly in her hands, Artemis closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Everything in the vicinity came in to her view. There were dryads and animals around, minimal threats. There was someone else. A demigod. He must have wondered off too far from the camp. Another breath revealed that he was the son of a minor god. Hypnos, perhaps? Another minimal threat.

As much as she despised males, she decided to approach this one. Maybe he knows something about what befell Thalia.

She was near him, and about to call out when something stopped her. A hunter's instinct maybe. Just when she was about to look up something fell upon her. A net.

For the first time in her life, Artemis felt trapped. The demigod came to stand in front of her, though through the mesh of the net, she was only able to see his silhouette.

"Hello Arty. I have been waiting for you," the demigod said.

She did not dignify him with an answer. Instead Artemis concentrated on using her divine power to burst out of the net, killing the human. She can **** his soul later. It didn't work however. "What - how?"

"Ah, you must have tried to use your powers, I assume?" The infuriating mortal asked. "That wouldn't work. You see, this net is a special gift from the Hephaestus cabin, made out of imperial gold, celestial bronze and magic. No goddess can get out of this. The original version of the net was created by Hephaestus himself, to capture his wife sleeping with Ares. And if a strong war god like Ares was unable to escape from one, no way would a little girly goddess like you would be able to."

The enraged goddess screamed and thrashed around. Words failed her, and she was only able to yell "I'll kill you!" repeatedly.

The mortal just chuckled and continued, "I specially like the new features added in this net. Like this one." He pressed a button and that was all she could remember.

                                  ***

One of the many things I learned today: knocked out goddesses are heavy. Fortunately, I have servants now to do all the manual work.

Even with my control over my fellow demigods, I don't know how they would react to me dragging an **** Artemis into the cabin. Fortunately, I knew exactly where to take her: the cave system in the middle of the woods, used by the Greek demigods during the civil war and then abandoned. While I was out with the hunters, the campers under Annabeth had followed my orders and remade it into the exact way I wanted.

And now, here was one of the most powerful goddesses in the world, tied to a wall in one of the caves. Bands of metal, the same ones that made the net I caught her in, went around her ankles and fists tying her to the wall, while suppressing her powers at the same time. A collar of similar fashion was around her neck.

Artemis herself looked... divine, but not too intimidating. Then again, she was knocked out and tied down. Her long, straight, raven black hair hung as far down as her back. Her skin glowed even more silvery than her followers. Unfortunately, she was wearing the same bulky uniform as her followers, concealing most of her body.

I went near her. Artemis's **** head was lolling about, hair concealing the face. I pushed back a strand of hair and traced one of my fingers over her sharp cheekbones. This one, I thought, this one would be a problem. While I currently have the power to put any mortal to sleep and implant commands, I'm simply not powerful enough yet to do that to a goddess. To do such a thing, one must have another goddess or being of equal power under his thumb. If so how should I start with the first goddess? Neither would I be able to use my power of sending dreams on Artemis. If a goddess who hated men for all her immortal life suddenly starts to dream of being a **** to one, she would quickly realise something was up, and would resist me all the more harder.

And that would leave my only choices being a combination of drastic measures and a more hands on approach. "Is it ready, Jason?" I asked.

"Yes, your majesty," Jason replied. Your majesty. He has begun to call me that ever since I revealed plans of becoming the king of Olympus. I liked the new title.

Jason stepped forward, holding a syringe filled with a white liquid. My cum. Jason looked at me and I nodded. Stepping forward, Jason injected the entire thing into Artemis. Having my cum go directly into her blood stream would make it's addictive qualities all the more stronger.

"Thank you Jason," I said. "You can go now. Oh and one more thing. Go find that girlfriend of yours and lick her cunt and asshole, will you? I think I'll probably fuck her tonight."

Jason bowed and grinned. He knew that on days when I just fuck Piper, he'll probably get a bit of my cum.

"Will you stay for dinner too, your majesty? I can cook up something good while you two are fucking."

"That would be great pal."

Jason bowed again and left.

Now it was just me and Artemis. I took a remote controller that was on a nearby table and pressed a red button. One of the many, many things I had commissioned the Hephaestus cabin to make. This particular button gives off electric shocks through Celestial bronze, like the ones that were in the net or that are currently holding down Artemis. It was extremely efficient, putting people in and out of consciousness without creating any pain.

Soon enough, Artemis was awake. I was stunned to see that the irises in her eyes were completely silver, like two miniature moons. Those eyes were now set on me. All her previous anger seemed to have gone, and Artemis was now looking at me with the cold, calculating gaze of a predator.

"Where am I?" She asked calmly, her voice filled with authority.

"Still quite near the camp, actually," I said, trying to make my voice sound calm as well. I didn't see the point of lying to her.

Artemis nodded. "Do you have my hunters?"

"Yes."

That seemed to have taken her aback. I had freely admitted to a crime that could get my soul tortured for eternity.

"And what do you want from us?" She asked.

I grinned. "Oh loads of stuff," I said, while grabbing my semi erect dick. "But mostly I want to fuck some pure maidens."

Artemis fixed me with a **** stare. I acted like it didn't faze me, but I got a good lesson on why Artemis was called one of the most intimidating goddesses in Olympus. "And what gave you the idea that either me or my hunters would do something even remotely close to that?"

"Because of that," I said, pointing at a screen fixed on the opposite side of the wall Artemis was tied to. I switched it on.

Through the screen, we were able to see Thalia. The lieutenant of Artemis was tied to a wall much like her mistress, except that she was completely stripped naked.

"Please, just let me go," she said as we were watching, her lips trembling, as if she was close to tears. From our test runs of this situation, we learned that Thalia is a shit actress, but a bit of Piper's knowledge of makeup, a bit of Hazel's mist magic, and the act became very convincing.

I opened pressed another button and the door behind Thalia opened and a bunch of guys came into her room. They were a bunch of buff, rough looking guys from the camp, and have been ordered to act like a bunch of rapists. They grinned at the camera and grabbed their dicks through their pants. One brave dude grabbed one of Thalia's boobs. I hate it when other people touch my whores, and he will have to be punished, but his improvisation must have played a part in convincing Artemis the gravity of the situation.

I switched off the screen and looked at Artemis. She looked utterly horrified. "It seems that if things go the way I don't want to, your maidens wouldn't be maidens for much longer. And that is why you will do what I say."