Taking a Bath

The Iris Message showed Rachel in the middle of taking a bath.

You didn't even know she had one all the way up at the Oracle's cave.

Then again, it would have been highly uncomfortable for her to come down to Camp every time she wanted to take a shower.

Whatever the reasoning was, you weren't going to miss out on this unexpected eye-candy.

You watched Rachel moan softly as she rested her body in the tub with her eyes closed, letting the warm water envelop her body...

'Hold on...'

Another idea came to your mind.

You focused on the water in Rachel's tub, and you felt a connection link in with ease.

You had to keep yourself from whooping loudly and giving out your position.

With a small twist in your hand, you willed the water in the tub to swirl around Rachel.

"...huh?"

Rachel frowned and opened her eyes as she felt the water suddenly churn around her.

"W-what the!?"

Before she could make heads or tails of this anomaly, you willed the swirling water to hold her in place and bring her out of the pool.

Immediately, the small whirlpool clung to Rachel and kept her at bay, forming a sort of spherical prison around her body.

By now, Rachel noticed the Iris message hovering in her shower room.

"Percy, what are you doing—emhph!"

You blocked her mouth by tossing a glob of water and keeping it in place.

As Rachel let out a series of angry gurgling noises, you pulled out the Rulebook and added some extra rules.

Organization: Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the current Oracle of Delphi

Old Rule: Rachel was always a masochist with a daddy kink, but she was too afraid to let anyone know until a strong "daddy" could realize her deepest, darkest desire of being fully dominated.

Instantly, Rachel's grunts of anger shifted.

It was a subtle change, only noticeable to you because you were the one who caused it, but you could decipher the slightest tone of pleasure inside the gurgling noises.

"Alright, that's enough of you struggling."

You said, giving Rachel a stern look.

"You know that you should serve me, right?"

There was no doubt that you were the strongest demigod around.

Jason was a close second, but ever since your trip to Tartarus, there was a certain gap in strength between the two of you.

Rachel grunted, trying to sound tough...or as tough as she could while she was held in a ball of water butt-naked.

You willed the water once more.

This time, you separated them into four parts—each of them grabbing hold of Rachel's limbs and spreading them out in mid-air. Rachel ended up making a giant X with her body, and with nothing to cover her up, you could see her naked with no restraints whatsoever.

"L-let me go!"

Rachel shouted with a small tremble in her voice.

You could see the edge of her lips twitching slightly up, unable to resist the exhilaration that must be running through her masochistic brain.

However, you wanted to make the same mistake twice and pounce on the first signs at once.

Rachel wasn't going to crack like that. She needed to be teased and edged on...until she was the one who broke.

So you looked at her through the Iris message with the coldest gaze you could muster.

"Now, since when could a servant demand orders to their master?"

"...!"

Rachel swallowed.

She tried to cover it as a defiant grimace, but you knew that in reality, she was reveling in the new bossy persona you were putting up.

"I think you deserve a punishment, wouldn't you agree?"

"No!"

You scoffed.

"Well, your opinion doesn't matter."

You forced one of Rachel's hands to reach over and turn the faucet of the bathtub.

More water poured into the tub until it was three-quarters full, which you assumed was more than enough.

After turning the faucet off, you focused on the water kept in the bathtub.

Swooosh!

In a singular motion, a long, thick tendril of water surged out of the tub.

You focused once again, compressing the thick tendril to become thinner and denser until it became what you wanted.

Rachel gulped when she saw the end result.

"I-is that...?"

"A whip, yes."

You flicked your fingers.

Splash!

The newly created water whip cracked itself on the tiled floor.

A loud, watery sound echoed in the shower room, and yet the whip itself didn't even lose a single drop.

Rachel's eyes lingered on the whip with a mixture of fear and longing.

"Time for your punishment, servant. Count every discipline until I stop."

You flicked your fingers.

The water whip swished around and landed on Rachel's ass.

"Ahh! One!"

You smirked.

The fact that Rachel immediately started to count was already enough proof that this new method was working far better than your last attempt.

You flicked your fingers again.

Swoosh!

This time, you landed the whip on Rachel's breasts.

"Twooo!!"

Rachel howled, trembling violently as drops of liquid began dripping from her inner thighs.

"Interesting."

You flicked your fingers a third time.

The whip smacked itself hard on the floor, ricocheting upwards and smacked Rachel exactly on her priavtes.

"Th-threeeee!!!"

Rachel screamed loudly as her pussy gave way.

Her head went back, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably as she climaxed hard.

You clapped your hands and let the water fall to the ground, letting Rachel flop onto the floor as well.

"O-Oooh, gwoooh..."

Rachel mumbled, dry-humping the floor of the shower room in a daze.

It was a sight to behold, but you were far from done with Rachel.

"Come to my cabin in 10 minutes.

If you're late, you'll be punished. Understand?"

"Y, yessh..."

"Yes, what?"

You demanded.

Rachel moaned, her green eyes still out of focus.

"Y-yes, daddy..."

With a satisfied grin, you swiped your hand across the mist and hung up the Iris Message.

Now all you had to do was wait for Rachel.

Whether she was on time or not, you were going to have some fun.