Where You Failed to Please Sara

On your hands and knees, dressed as a slutty french maid in an outfit that shouldn't even exist yet, with all your male features either caged or bulging in feminine sultriness, you stared at the ground where a few drops of spilled cum lay.

"Lick it."

"I- I'm sorry?"

"I said lick it bitch or so help me.."

You finally realized the depth of your situation. The vengeful goddess of love had you literally by the balls, and had a burning desire for ****. You were fucked.

"LICK. DOG. NOW!!!" She screamed. You obliged, bending quickly to lap the salty drops of your shame from the floor of the old temple, the taste so strong of humiliation. Though which was worse? The shame of prematurely ejaculating in the prettiest girl on the continent? Or being made to lick that cum up with your ass in the air in front of three goddesses?

You felt something spray all over your back, a sweet, fragrant scent. You began to rise when a foot stepped hard on your head. "Not so fast." Jarah, her big cock swinging, dripping precum on your neck held you firmly in place with her boot.

"Wha-? Oh fuck!" You yelped, Bridget had just sat on your lower back, facing your ass, her long cock draped over you, without warning she plunged a long tube into your ass, and squeezed the sack attached to the end of it and you felt your insides fill with a cool liquid.

"What the fuck was that??!" you protested frantically as Bridget giggled in delight.

"He's all set boss!" She chirped to Aphrodite.

"Right, then there's no time to lose, stand up slut." Demanded the Goddess.

You were yanked to your knees by the back of your new outfit and plopped on your feet.

"The strange white liquid in your ass is a gift, it's a special lubricant that shouldn't dry out, it has quite wonderful magical healing and stretching properties, its a... Special product courtesy of Bridget and Jarah."

They both waved, Bridget cutely, Jarah wickedly.

"It should keep you alive through what comes next, but that will be our last mercy to you."

"What comes-?"

"In exchange for that mercy" Aphrodite interrupted, "I've sprinkled you with some Siren essence, it's got a lovely smell to it... Men... and monsters alike just can't seem to help themselves around it..."

In the distance something howled, some terrifying sounds filled the night. "Of course it doesn't affect you, you're not a man. But it drives the beasts wild, and it is all over you, so... You'd better get running little maid."

"What??"

"Is that all you are able to say?" The three goddesses giggled, but Aphrodite continued:

"I'm also giving you an hours head start over Jarah and Bridget, I'm not sure if you've noticed but they're quite eager to get their hands on you."

You looked at them and fear gripped your heart like a vice, Bridget's grin and eyes were wild and manic, while Jarah looked like a tiger staring at it's prey, wide eyed and focused, fangs beginning to bare... They were practically drooling over you, if it weren't for the superior goddess they'd have torn you apart by now.

"There's another temple of mine 50km South East of here, that's your next check point. Reach there in time or..." She looked at the two eager girls, "Well, did I mention Bridget and Jarah aren't actually Goddesses, but Succubi from Hades? Yeah... You'd better hope the beasts of the night catch you first."

You stared at them, blank and horrified.

"What are you waiting for? Run sissy."