D J Owen - [Erotic Greeks 03] Read online

  Andrea kept still, her heart beating fast as those hands moved slowly lower and lower, rubbing oil into her back using stiff finger tips. She felt more droplets of liquid fall onto her buttocks and Tiphe began to massage the oil into them, no longer using just her fingers but her whole hand. Her palms cupped Andrea’s plump buttocks as her thumbs rubbed oil into them in slow lazy circular motions.

  Then her buttocks were being pushed apart and Tiphe was sliding her fingers up and down the crease between them. Andrea shivered at the sensations and could feel herself getting wetter as she realised that whatever Tiphe wanted to do, she couldn’t stop her.

  More oil droplets fell between her buttocks and a finger played around her tight asshole, then without warning slipped inside. Andrea felt it push in and out and without thinking she moved away from the alien sensation. Instantly she heard that stern voice “I told you not to move” and then a stinging slap across her left buttock and then one across her right.

  Andrea whimpered “I’m sorry” and waited for the next slap. “Say it again” she heard and then a lighter slap across the rump, enough to surprise and cause a little pain. “I nearly fell off you. Say you’re sorry again” and then another light slap. Andrea bit her lip and then said out loud “I’m sorry I moved, please continue Tiphe, please”. Her buttocks were hot when she felt

  one last slap and then they were parted again and that finger was again inserted into her asshole. She felt one of Tiphe’s hands leave her ass and then felt her shuffle slightly to one side. Then a small whimper as the intimate oiling continued.

  Andrea kept very still breathing hard as it moved slowly in and out, occasionally twisting around. She had never been touched in such an intimate manner by someone else and felt shame that she was allowing it, and yet at the same time that shame excited her. She felt Tiphe shudder slightly and something warm and sticky press on down on her legs and a pungent aroma filled the air. Finally the finger was pulled out and Tiphe’s hands started to move down her legs. Finally they were done and she heard “turn over” and did what she was asked, her ass feeling slightly sore on the animal skin blanket.

  This time she saw the wise woman straddle her, warm thighs on either side of her hips and saw through a gap where her skirt had ridden up, her mound pressing against the top of her waist, droplets of moisture shined on her pubis. Tiphe poured oil on her hands and let a little dribble over Andrea’s stomach where it ran down her sides. Then she leant forward and started massaging that oil into her neck and above her breasts. Slowly those hands moved down and Andrea kept rock still as they reached her breasts. The wise woman massaged each one separately, using both hands to lift them, to explore them, to conquer them and make sure they were oiled completely. Andrea closed her eyes but felt her whole body blush as she felt her nipples harden. She heard a small laugh from the wise woman Tiphe as she oiled those hard nubs and Andrea again felt ashamed of herself and at her body’s reaction to being touched in this manner.

  Then those questing, oiling hands were moving over her stomach and she felt the wise woman move down her body slightly and for a moment their hair meshed and mounds touched. Andrea felt a jolt of electricity go through her before the wise woman moved down again slowly dragging her oily hands further down until they rested just above her pubic bone. Slowly the wise woman wiggled off Andrea and kneeled in between her legs. Placing a hand on each thigh she slowly pushed them apart. Andrea opened her eyes and watched as Tiphe pushed her legs apart, her eyes never leaving Andrea’s cunt.

  Oiled hands ran up and down Andrea’s thighs and she felt herself get damp and realised that in seconds the wise woman would find this out. She felt ashamed again but this did nothing to shorten her excitement, if anything it increased it. The hands moved downwards, oiling her legs and she felt torn. Part of her was glad but a deeper part, the part that wanted to be wanted, explored, used by another human being was disappointed. Andrea barely felt her feet begin oiled she was so caught up in her own mind so she was totally unprepared for the feeling of fingers playing over her plump lips, pulling them apart, fingers running up and down each side and then a finger sliding inside her whilst another run itself over her wet nub.

  Andrea’s eyes flew open and she gave a small moan before she remembered where she was. The wise woman paid her no heed instead staring at Andrea’s soaking wet mound. Andrea could feel little droplets of moisture on her wiry blond hair and felt that peculiar mixture of shame and excitement again. After what seemed to short a time the wise woman was finished and withdrew her fingers. “It seems you didn’t mind that as much as you made out” Tiphe said looking at Andrea. “Never mind we can talk about that when you come back. For now stay there whilst I go and get you something to drink that will send you to sleep and to those realms you want to enter”.

  Andrea saw the wise woman walk away and stared at the roof of the hut. Her skin had begun to tingle and it was a pleasant feeling. She giggled quietly and then pulled herself together

  lest Tiphe would get mad at her and punish her again. Then she giggled out loud not caring if she was punished or not. The world began to swim and Andrea lay back on the animal skin as everything began to take a on a sepia look, as if she was seeing things from under muddy water. A hand lifted her head and something was touched to her lips, fluid bitter in taste poured into her mouth and she heard the word “swallow”. It echoed around her head for what seemed forever so she swallowed in an effort to get it to stop. Her vision dimmed and then blackness enveloped her.

  Andrea came to and sat up. Pulse pounding in her chest she looked around and saw that she was somewhere else, somewhere strange. Looking around she saw she was sat in the corner of what seemed to be a room with no doors or windows. No torches or lanterns lit her prison but still she could see light appearing as if from the very walls themselves. In the middle of the room were two rings sat into the floor and Andrea suddenly knew where she was. Looking up she saw two more rings set into the ceiling and knew; this was the room her dreams delivered her to.

  Ok, she thought to herself there has to be a way out, all I have to do is find it. She stood up and suddenly realised that she was dressed in attire she had never worn in her life. Soft dark brown leather boots that came up to her knees and laced tightly then a skirt that barely covered her behind again in that same soft brown leather. Covering her torso was some sort of contraption that pulled her in at the waist and pushed her not inconsiderable breasts up and together that like the boots was tightly laced to her body at the front. Little flashes of flesh between laces served to promise what lay beneath. These three items of clothing were so soft and moulded to Andrea’s curves so completely it was almost like wearing a second skin.

  Visually Andrea could not see any entrance to this strange place. Moving to the middle of the nearest wall she started edging around, stroking the wall, trying to find any loose brick or anything out of place that could provide a clue. So intent on her exploration was she that she jumped when she felt a hand place itself gently on her bare shoulder. Submit whispered into her ear and she twisted around to see who was there only to be faced with an empty room and a mocking laugh echoing in her thoughts. Great she thought to herself, now I’m losing it. She turned back to the wall and started searching again. When she had done a circuit she realised that there was no way out that she could find and sat down again to think.

  Every time she had dreamt of this place she was tied up and told to submit. Now she was actually here she wasn’t tied up but she was still told to submit. Why Andrea thought would this be different? She got up and went to middle of the room where the rings were situated. Reaching down she grabbed the rings one by one. They felt like iron and quite solid. Reaching up to the rings in the ceiling she grabbed one and it moved. Pulling it she heard a grating sound and a section of the wall swung open. Quickly before her nerves could stop her, Andrea let go of the ring and sprinted for freedom.

  Once out of the room she saw she was in a long corridor of the same wh
ite bricks that seemed to bleed light. It stretched off into the distance both in front and behind her. With no other option she set off walking forward. On both sides of the corridor on the walls were mirrors, lots and lots of mirrors, each nearly the size of a man. Who on earth could need so many mirrors? She thought. Looking into the distance she could see no sign of any doors and looking backwards she saw the same. With a sigh Andrea leaned against a mirror and wished she had never come to this place. From behind her she heard loud grunts and she twisted around in shock to see that the mirror had changed to an image.

  The image showed a woman servicing three well hung men, muscles gleaming and oiled as they each thrust into one of the woman’s orifices. Andrea watched in fascination as the man kneeling in front of her used placed both hands on her head and used them to make sure she couldn’t move as he pushed his hard cock in and out of her mouth roughly. the man underneath her reached up and grabbed her ass, pulling it apart as he thrust himself into her cunt whilst a third man kneeled behind her, hands on her shoulders as he pushed his cock into her tight ass. It was a picture of moving flesh and male groans, of thrusting hard cocks and open orifices. The first man groaned and pulled her head down hard as white cream spilled from the corner of her mouth. Pulling away the woman gave a shout of pleasure as the man underneath her thrust hard one last time and then he too was pumping his seed into her willing body. Finally the man on his knees behind her sped up and then jerked as he emptied himself into her tight hole.

  Andrea backed away, her body shaking. As soon as she backed away the mirror returned to its normal state. Taking some deep breaths to calm her racing body she turned round and touched the mirror closest to her. This time the image showed a man on his knees

  enthusiastically servicing another man with his mouth. The man on his knees had his hands on his standing partner’s buttocks pulling him in deeper whilst the man standing up had his hands on the head of his partner not allowing him to escape. Backwards and forwards went the man’s mouth, his partners cock glistening with saliva and rock hard. This went on for minutes then the man standing up pulled his cock from his partners adoring mouth and pointed it at his partner, his seed spurting out and covering his face before being thrust back into his mouth.

  Andrea found that without thinking her hand had disappeared beneath her skirt and with a start backed up causing the image to disappear. She walked to the next mirror hoping this one would show her a way out of this place. Touching it she saw the Tephi holding another woman down over her knee. Her hand raised and then suddenly it came down slapping the captive woman’s already red arse. The woman raised her head and said “please mistress, use me as you will” and Andrea with shock saw that it was her. Tephi continued to spank her for several minutes and then pushed Andrea down onto the ground. Telphi raised her skirt and wriggled in between Andrea’s legs, rubbing her pussy along Andrea’s leg and then down onto Andrea’s own pussy. “Move your hips like I do” Tephi ordered her and she saw her image comply, her red sore ass grinding against the ground as the two woman writhed together.

  “I have been waiting for you Andrea”. The words fell on her ears and she span round to see a darkly handsome youth, no more than twenty watching her. His skin was smooth with no hint of stubble and he was dressed in simple dark robes that gave no clue to who he was. The youth gestured to the scene before Andrea. “These are the dreams of my subjects. Only in dreams are your deepest desires shown and it seems this woman’s deepest desire is you. You must have made quite an impression on her”. Andrea swallowed, desperate to change the subject. She moved away from the image but unlike last time it didn’t change. “Why do I keep coming here?” she asked.

  The youth kept watching the image as he stood beside Andrea. In the image Tephi had both her hands on Andre’s head keeping it between her naked thighs, moans coming from her mouth. The youth turned to Andrea, “You keep coming here because you have a desire you cannot admit to yourself. What is that desire Andrea? What is so terrible that you cannot admit it to yourself?” Andrea backed away and found herself against the wall. “I don’t know what you mean” she stammered. The youth moved closer and Andrea was powerless to resist him. His hand stroked her face, fingers moving down from her temple, down over her cheek and under her chin where he lingered. Then lifting it up he looked her in the eyes “Don’t lie to me Andrea. I

  am Morpheus the god of dreams. I can see every desire you have. Tell the truth or I will have to punish you”.

  Unable to escape and unable to give voice to her desires Andrea trembled. Angry that this being had seen her desires when she wasn’t fully aware of them herself, frustration and desire to be touched. They all warred in her and stopped her from speaking. The youth spoke again “Shall we see what your dreams have shown me?” he said. Gesturing with his hand he grabbed Andrea by the arms and turned her around to face the wall. She tried to stop but he was impossibly strong and impossible to resist. She turned and faced the mirror.

  Andrea saw herself, chained up in the room she always came to. Naked and spread eagled whilst standing up she saw what she had never been able to see before. The youth that stood behind her now forcing her to watch was in the image, behind her yet again but this time holding a small leather whip. Five or six leather tassels protruded from the handle and he was using this implement on Andrea, bringing it down on her back sometimes hard, sometimes softly. “Look at yourself” she heard in her ear, “look at your nipples on those amazing breasts, hard and aching to be sucked. Between your thighs you are wet and wanton desperate to be plundered. Your face is red and flushed and you’re breathing hard. This is what you want Andrea. Admit it, say it, be it”.

  Andrea saw and said the words she had been aching to say “Punish me and use me as you want”. A laugh in her ear and then “yes, I do want you my sweet”. The corridor swam and changed before her eyes to become a room, much like the one she normally appeared. This one however had a table in the corner which held all manner of strange objects and implements. Morpheus saw her eyes linger on the table “Don’t worry my sweet. Only some of those will be used on you. The rest are for others whose tastes are perhaps a little more extreme. Now go stand between the rings”.

  Andrea did as she was told wandering exactly what was going to happen. Morpheus didn’t make her wait for long as he came to stand before her. “Raise your arms” he said sternly and as she did Morpheus raised his hands to show her two pieces of cloth. He put one away in his robe and then caressed her cheek with the other cloth. It was so soft, so sheer and completely unlike any other material she had come across. “This is silk. I think you will like the use we are going to put it to”. He raised his hands and used the material to tie her hands to the rings. He bound her tightly but she found she could move her arms a centimetre or two. He disappeared and then she felt him behind her and she felt that material again as is ran down her leg. Then her feet were firmly bound to the rings and she was helpless again.

  Andrea hung there not knowing what to expect. Time seemed to stretch mercilessly and then she felt something cold slide down her back just inside of her leather top. There was a snip loud in the silence of the room and then she felt air on the bare skin of her back as the top began to unpeel. This happened four more times and then Andrea felt the top go loose as her back became totally exposed to Morpheus’s ministrations. However he wasn’t finished and a moment later her skirt fell to the floor in front of her, cut straight through. Andrea was tied, naked from the back and vulnerable apart from her knee high boots, her chest heaving as she realised that whatever this being wanted to do to her, she couldn’t stop it.

  The god of dreams appeared in her sight again carrying the implement she had seen in the glass. She looked at it and now, closer up she could see that the handle actually held six pieces of leather that came from it. He held it up and allowed the leather pleats to stroke her bare thigh and she felt a curious mixture of soft and rough. “From now on” she heard “When I ask you something I w
ant you to answer me promptly and truthfully. If you don’t you will be punished, do you understand?” Andrea nodded and the youth smiled. “I asked you a question. A nod isn’t

  an answer so now you will have to be punished”. He walked slowly around her and began to feel that strange mixture of anxiousness and eagerness.

  She felt air move and then a stinging sensation on her bare backside as leather met skin. Andrea gasped and she felt her skin getting hotter as again and again Morpheus punished her, lightly scourging her rear. Six strokes later and once again Morpheus faced her and said “I say again, if you do not answer me you will be punished. Do you understand?” Andrea swallowed “Yes”. Morpheus nodded, “Good. Now”, a hand stroked Andrea’s cheek gently “do you want me to punish you?” Andrea looked down at the floor “No, please don’t punish me”. Morpheus looked at the woman in front of him, red flush running over her face and chest and knew she was lying. He shook his head and sighed.

  He gestured at the rings holding Andrea in place and they disappeared. The suddenness of it captured Andrea by surprise and she fell forward to be caught by Morpheus who held her up and then grabbed the front of her cut clothes and ripped them from her with one savage pull. “Come with me” he said and grabbing her arm painfully the room once again swam in front of her eyes and she found herself in another room, much the same as before but instead of the rings, this one held a table. The table was much like any other but at a smaller height and held smaller rings, two in front and two behind. Morpheus nodded towards it “Get on it” he said. Andrea backed away slowly unsure of what was going to happen but he still held onto her arm and this time he flung her towards the table. “GET ON” he shouted at her and Andrea crawled onto the table naked and shivering and then lay on her back.