0 comments/ 65425 views/ 13 favorites Aphrodites' Revenge By: Doberman Yes I am the author of this and all my other stories. If you see any of my stories with other titles anywhere Please let me know!! Also if you see my stories on other sites Please let me know!! Especially Pay sites. They are all doing so without my permission!! This one, like all my stories, are works of fiction!! None of the people in any of my stories are in anyway real or based on real people. I reserve all rights to this story. It may not be transmitted to the public by any means (such as posting to the Internet or to newsgroups) and may not be changed in any way (such as altering the story or title) without my expressed written permission. * * * * * * - Introduction - This is the story of a time, long ago, A time of myth and legend. When the ancient Gods were petty and cruel, And they plagued mankind with suffering. A time when the true nature of sexual pleasure Remained a mystery to mankind. They knew nothing of sexual organs, And the pleasure that lay hidden within... This is the story of Gabrielle's discovery of that mysterious realm of sex. - Chapter 1 Prologue - This story is a sequel to an actual episode aired on the television series, entitled "THE QUILL IS MIGHTIER". Gabrielle gains new respect for the power of the word when Aphrodites casts a spell on her scroll, turning everything she writes into reality. To refresh your memory of the events of that particular episode, read the synopsis, taken from the Xena website, below; SYNOPSIS: When a jealous Aphrodites expresses anger over Xena's growing popularity. Ares reminds her that it is Gabrielle's stories that are really responsible for turning Xena into a legend, a legend above her godlyness. Aphrodites decides she must do something to stop Gabrielle's tales of Xena's exploits and that night, she steals into their camp. As she secretly eavesdrops on their conversation, she is pleased to hear Xena urging Gabrielle to try her hand at fiction rather than recount their latest adventure. Intrigued by the idea, Gabrielle starts a new story in which she herself is the hero and Xena has gone fishing. When Gabrielle drifts off to sleep, the invisible Aphrodites snaps her fingers and a strange aura passes over the scroll. The next morning, Gabrielle awakens with a start when five barbarians come riding out of the woods straight towards her. She amazes herself as she fights them off in brilliant Xena-esque style. When Joxer suddenly pops up from the bedding beside her, she deflects a dagger meant for him and drives off the screaming barbarians. Gabrielle quickly realizes that the morning's events mirror exactly what she wrote in her scroll the night before and further, that whatever she writes is somehow turning into reality. Soon, a cocky Gabrielle is creating scenarios all over town. But when her pen starts to cause serious trouble, Gabrielle resolves to put it aside forever. Joxer, however, convinces her that her writing just needs some judicious editing. Eager to use the scroll to end war, Gabrielle inadvertently divests Ares of his godhood when she writes that war has lost all its power. An outraged Ares falls at her feet. Then, as she quickly tries to reverse her mistake by writing that the force that enchanted the scroll is stripped of its powers, Aphrodites falls from above, as helpless as Ares. As the two ex-gods clear their heads, Ares admits that he manipulated Aphrodites into going after Gabrielle in order to get Xena out of the way. He confides that he has an army assembled and ready to attack the surrounding valley, but promises to call off the assault if his powers are restored. Meanwhile, as Ares' commander Thelonius and his lieutenant Munk continue to wait for the signal to attack, Gabrielle and the others decide that they must bring Xena back in order to straighten things out. But as careful as Gabrielle tries to be in describing Xena's return, her written words result in the arrival of Minya, an old friend and Xena wannabe. After several additional attempts fail to produce Xena, Gabrielle and her cohorts set out to find a trout stream or fishing hole, hoping to locate her. Later, in his never-ending quest to win Gabrielle's heart, Joxer jots down the beginning of a limerick on Gabrielle's enchanted scroll, producing three naked dancing Gabrielles, who are quickly dispatched to the caves. He then trades his scabbard for a beautiful necklace for Gabrielle, unaware that she has hidden her scroll inside it. Gabrielle sends Joxer to wait in the caves and takes off with the others to find the peddler who has the scabbard. Soon Gabrielle and Ares are hot on the peddler's trail, which leads towards the caves. Upon entering, they find Joxer, the five barbarians, the three naked Gabrielles, and all the other characters causing trouble in Gabrielle's stories. Pretty soon, everyone is chasing everyone else to get the scroll. Gabrielle finally grabs it and before losing it again, writes that the scroll finds Xena. When the peddler runs out of the caves with the scroll, pursued by Minya, the barbarians and the naked Gabrielles, Thelonius takes this to be his signal to attack. A short while later, back at the caves, Gabrielle, Joxer, Ares and Aphrodites are surprised by Xena, who arrives with the scroll in one hand, pulling a huge wagon of fish with the other. After questioning Aphrodites closely, Xena concludes that they must write the truth, with no embellishments, in order to break the spell on the scroll. Xena instructs Gabrielle to write down everything she does, exactly as she does it. She then begins attacking Thelonius with a slingshot, flinging fish at him and his army, as Gabrielle and Joxer carefully observe and report from the sidelines. A huge battle ensues, leaving dead fish everywhere. Soon, Aphrodites and Ares are back to being gods and quickly disappear. With the fight finally over and everything back to normal, there's nothing for Gabrielle to write but "The End." Chapter 2 Xena and Gabrielle were enjoying a quiet meal in the local tavern, at their latest rest stop. That is until a Royal messenger entered the establishment to finally locate the Warrior Princess.The messenger approached their table and handed a scroll to Xena, bearing the Royal seal of Athens. Xena opened the parchment and read its message: I Leasius, King of Athens, Humbly request your presence before Athens war council for discussions as to measures to be taken over the recent incursions, by the Spartans, along my Kingdom's borders. It would appear that the Spartans were preparing for yet another invasion upon Greek soil. And the King, having heard of Xena's successes against them, wished her council heard. Since this would only involve discussions and military strategy, Gabrielle saw no need to hold Xena back. She knew and understood the urgency of this summons. Xena and she both realized that the Warrior Princess could reach Athens in a matter of days, if she allowed herself the luxury of riding her steed 'Argo.' After studying the message and discussing it among themselves, Gabrielle convinced Xena to go to Athens without her. The urgency of the situation demanded it. They would meet up afterwards in the town of Dialecles, which was about midway to Athens. Once this was agreed upon, Xena left the tavern with the Greek messenger. So, with one of her trademark leaps, she mounted her steed, Argo, and rode off towards Athens. Of course in her rush to leave, she left Gabrielle behind to pick-up the tab for their meals. As Gabrielle was counting out Dinars into the outstretched hand of the tavern owner, she mumbled sarcastically: "Oooh! You're going to owe me big for this, Xena," Gabrielle swore under her breath. "What was that, Missy?" Gruffed the potbellied owner. "I wasn't talking to you," she answered, looking up in surprise. "Fine," he said, stabbing his stubby finger in the palm of his open hand for his full payment. "Seven, eight and nine. There!" She finished paying. "The food wasn't worth nine Dinars, but never let it be said that I don't pay my debts." With that, Gabrielle returned to her table to pick up her belongings. Looping a strap to her staff, she passed it over her head to rest on a shoulder. Next she passed the cord of her rucksack over her other shoulder. The rucksack, of course, contained her scribe tools. Rolls of parchment, her quills, as well as a number of sealed containers for her finished works. Satisfied that this arrangement of her effects would free her hands for writing, Gabrielle left the tavern and started walking down the road. She picked her direction and headed off towards her rendezvous at the town of Dialecles. Since she was going to be alone for the next couple of days, Gabrielle expected to be able to catch up on her stories of Xena's adventures. Finding the walking rather boring after a couple of miles, Gabrielle pulled out a fresh parchment from her pouch, as well as one of her quills. She breathed in the fresh parchment, as she always did. "Nothing like the smell of a fresh, new parchment to get the writing juices going," she said in total exhilaration. While still walking, she put quill to parchment, and began writing as she continued to hike down the road. She figured that writing would make the time go faster, and give herself a start on the stories. As she continued walking and writing, a swirl of mystical energy was forming alongside of her. Aphrodites, the Goddess of Love, materialized alongside Gabrielle. However, being a Goddess her presence remained invisible to mortal eyes. Her *sheer robe revealing her naked Godly beauty, her golden bush sparkling with energy. *(TV censors forced the bikini undies on the show) Remaining invisible, Aphrodites glared and stalked the unaware Gabrielle. She was still pissed off about Gabrielle's stories, which continue to raise Xena's popularity above her own. This adulation over Xena continued to generate further acts of vandalism on her temples. And she didn't like that one bit. She vowed that she'd get even with this blonde bitch. Aphrodites continued to walk alongside Gabrielle as she pondered what torment she could inflict on her mortal nemesis. A few more minutes passed before another swirl of energy joined them. It was her, black leather clad, punk nephew, Strife. Strife's eyes ogled his Aunt's attributes. His tongue hanging out like a panting dog's. "How ya doin', Auntie Aphrodyke?" He slurred, as he reached out to try and cop a feel of her breasts. "Aphrodites! You moron," she corrected him angrily. "A-PHRO-DI-TES!" And with a long distance bump of her curvy hips, sent him flying into a nearby boulder. "Bitchin'!" He exclaimed, as he rejoined the two women dizzily, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Both Gods traveled along either side of Gabrielle, who remained oblivious to their presence. "Who's blondie?" Inquired Strife. "Her name hissss Gabrielle. Sssshe'ssss a ssssscribe," Aphrodites hissed. "Oooooh! I heard of her. Uncle Ares told me all about your last encounter," Strife interjected gleefully. "Let me see now. Oh yeah! Because of her, you were demoted below a mortal. Now what was her name?" He paused briefly as he feigned thinking. "Oh yes! Below Xenaaaaaaah!" Strife yelled out as Aphrodites sent him careening into the boulders once more. "As if!" Aphrodites responded. "Buzz off okay. I had an off day." She said defensively. "Fine, fine. Whatever." He huffed back. "What are you doing here anyway, twerp?" Aphrodites asked finally. "Uh! Ah! Its gramp's Zeus," he conceded. "He thinks I've been hangin' around uncle Ares to much. He says that I should play nice with my mortals. Yada! Yada! Yada!" He finished explaining, glaring upwards while mimicking with his hand. "So he sent me here to get some pointers from you." "Really!" The Love Goddess squealed in delight. "Yeah, yeah! So what are ya doin' following blondie?" Strife quizzed her. "She owes me big time!" Aphrodites answered sternly. "So what's your plan," he asked, rubbing his hands gleefully. She paused before answering, "I... I... Oh I don't know!" "Mind a friendly suggestion, Auntie?" He asked her. "OK! Go ahead. What?" She conceded. "Welllll! Your last punishment on blondie. You gave her parchment the power to cause things. Right?" He asked. "I know that!" Aphrodites shouted back at him. "Go on." "And you thought that was punishment. AH!" He slapped his knees as he laughed at the Goddess. Aphrodites just scowled at him and drop kicked him into the trees without ever touching him. Hearing the crashing trees in the forest nearby, Gabrielle scoured the area, but could not see anybody skulking nearby. With the Gods remaining invisible, she wouldn't have. Satisfied that there was no danger, she resumed her trek towards Dialecles. Strife emerged from the forest dizzily and rejoined his Aunt and Gabrielle. Stumbling dizzily towards the pair. Aphrodites was waiting patiently, tapping her foot to the ground. Strife approached cautiously with his arms raised defensively. Just in case. "So, what's your point, Dweeb?" She asked her nephew. "Wel... well, you gave her a power as a punishment," he went on. "And I've noticed that these mortals accept any power as a gift, not as punishment." Aphrodites paused to consider this and reluctantly had to concede that her useless nephew my have be right on this particular occasion. "So, what would you suggest?" She asked him. Strife was pleased with himself. One of his stuffy elder Gods was asking him. Him for ideas. He began rubbing his hands together, while looking around for somekind of mischief he could create against the unwary Gabrielle. While this discussion was going one between the two invisible Gods, Gabrielle continued along the road. Writing down Xena's latest exploits on her parchment. Oblivious to the danger that was to befall on her. Chapter 3 Gabrielle had been writing for the past few miles without incident and she wasn't paying attention, as she should have, to the path ahead. That's when Strife spotted what he needed for his plan. He turned to Aphrodites with a wide grin on his face. "I've learned from uncle Ares, that the best way to punish a mortal is physically or by humiliation." He explained to his Aunt, gleefully. "Yeah! So?" Aphrodites asked. Without saying a word, he stuck out an invisible leg in front of the unwary Gabrielle. She found herself suddenly tumbling forward into a deep mud hole at the side of the road. With a loud splash, she belly-flopped into the slimy pit. Clapping her hands joyfully and jumping up and down like a teenager, Aphrodites giggled at Gabrielle's predicament. For his part, Strife was enjoying the spectacle of seeing his Aunt's tits bouncing before him. "Damn, damn, damn!" The head Gabrielle exclaim, as she clawed herself out of the mudhole. The mud pit wasn't very deep, only about a foot. But that was enough to submerge her slim body completely when she fell in, if only for a few seconds. The end result was that the young blonde beauty was covered from head to toe with the slimy concoction. For added fun, Aphrodites zapped the slimy mud so that it would be very difficult for Gabrielle to remove it. It now had the consistency of slimy tar, brownish in color. Sitting on the ground, after extricating herself, Gabrielle used her fingers to scoop the slimy substance clear of her eyes. Next she inspected herself. What she saw was disgusting. The gooey mud covered everything. Her hair, her clothes. She could even feel slimy globs of it sliding down her cleavage. Then she panicked as she remembered her scrolls. Reaching into her rucksack to check, her hand disappeared in a sack full of the slimy mud. "Oh no!" She exclaimed sorrowfully. The two invisible Gods sat nearby to watch Gabrielle's struggle. Aphrodites smiled, pleased at her mortal nemesis' misery. She then slapped Strife's back in approval. "Nice going nephew!" She complemented him. "Uh!? Oh yeah. Thanks," not used to approval from his elders. "So, what's next?" Aphrodites asked in excitement. "Patience Auntie," he told her. "We have to let this one sink in first." They turned their attention back to Gabrielle who had emptied the contents of her sack to the ground amidst a splash of the tarry mud. Right off, she could see that her quills and fresh parchments were a loss. But the tube containers, containing her finished work, remained sealed. So maybe not all was lost. She decided not to open them immediately, to check, until she got cleaned up first. Strife zapped her rucksack and made her money pouch disappear. When Gabrielle discovered that she had also lost all of her money, which left her penniless. With no means to pay for a bath, or food at an inn. Which means that she would have to find an alternative means to wash herself clean of the this slimy mud. Strife just fell on his back as he laughed so hard. While considering her options, Gabrielle recalled hearing a waterfall about a mile back. Packing her scroll containers back in her mud soiled bag, she got up ready to head back. Aphrodites and Strife each zapped the hapless Gabrielle once more. The Love Goddess wanted this mortal humiliated to the fullest. Not yet realizing that her misfortune was from the pair of tormenting Gods, Gabrielle discovered how truly invasive the slimy mud really was. Once on her feet, she discovered that her skin boots were filled, thanks to Strife, and it oozed squishilly between her bare toes. (It felt like Vaseline.) Things got worse when she took her first step. The slimy mud had managed to infiltrate her vaginal tunnel, past her pussy lips, and had filled her completely. Compliments of Aphrodites. That first step allowed a small glob of mud escape her pussy. It ran down her leg and looked like feces. Gabrielle blushed in humiliation of it. She knew that it wasn't shit. But to a passerby, they could easily mistake it for that. So to avoid any embarrassing encounters, she decided that she had no choice. Clamping her legs tightly to hold the substance in, she began waddling down the road towards the waterfall. The two Gods laughed uncontrollably as they followed their mortal prey down the road. Strife was also enjoying the sight of his Aunt's jiggling tits from her laughter. The awkward stride that Gabrielle was forced to use was extremely tedious and slow. It took over forty-five minutes before she began to hear the waterfalls again. By this time, some of the slimy mud was beginning to cake on her smooth skin. Strife transported himself, instantly, ahead to see what other misery he could inflict on poor Gabrielle. That's when he noticed the sign. Walking over, he read it: "SACRED WATERS TRESPASSER WILL BE DEALT HARSHLY" Looking down the road at Gabrielle's approach, he grinned mischievously. With one Godly tug he pulled a small tree out of the ground nearby and planted it in front of the warning. Thus hiding it from Gabrielle's view as she got closer. Gabrielle could hear the waterfall clearly now. It was just off the road in the forest. 'Good,' she thought to herself. 'I'll be able to bathe in privacy.' Making her way through the bushes, she broke out in an opening. And what greeted her was out of the Elysians Fields. A crystal clear lake with a waterfall cascading off of a cliff on the opposite side. Dropping her staff and rucksack to the ground, she approached the waterline and gracefully dove in. A her slim body torpedoed under the surface, a trail of muddy water dirtied the pristine waters as some of the mud peeled off of her body. Gabrielle broke the surface fifteen feet from shore. She leisurely swam closer to shore and began removing her clothing, one item at a time. This allowed her to wash them out. Aphrodites' Revenge "Now this could get interesting," Strife commented. Aphrodites had to agree with her slobbering nephew, even though she didn't bother answering him. She was busily trying to figure a way to make use of this new development in further tormenting her mortal nemesis, Gabrielle. Seeing that his Aunt wasn't paying attention to him, Strife approached Gabrielle from behind. And as before, merged his hands into hers. He then had his/her hands play with her pert tits, especially the nipples. He continued this until they regained their earlier stiffness. And thanks to his ministrations, her nipples were protruding and were as hard as peas. Gabrielle was at a loss to explain why she was mauling her breast before her attacker. Nor did she understand the protrusion of her nipples. The shortness of breath she was experiencing was also causing her some concern. Once satisfied of his handiwork, Strife stepped back to enjoy what was to unfold. Regaining control of herself, Gabrielle ceased the massaging of her breasts. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. She was aroused. She could feel a dampness building within her loins. And it wasn't pee! "Turn and face me, Amazon wench!" Malykus ordered. "I'... I'd rather not, if you don't mind," turning her head over her shoulder slightly to answer him. "I said, TURN!" He shouted back at her, pulling the bowstring with his powerful arms. Gabrielle could hear the creaking of the wooden bow. A sound that she was all to familiar with. Realizing that she had no other choice, she began turning slowly, shyly to face her captor. All the while, trying to cover her nakedness as best as possible. Her main concern were her naked breast and loins. She soon discovered that it was a hopeless dilemma. She couldn't cover one area without exposing the other. The best that she could manage was cover her tits with her hands, while crossing her legs to try and hide her cunt as best she could. She kept her eyes down, unable to look at her captor in her embarrassing predicament. This also caused her to blush profusely before the Centaur, and the two invisible Gods. Seeing this pleased Aphrodites immensely. "Finally, the blonde bimbo's gonna get her just dessert," she said gleefully. Malykus checked out her slim, naked body. He didn't care much for humans, much less Amazons. He looked down on his kind that mated with such creatures. But he had to admit that this one was nicely put together. "Raise your arms, bitch!" He ordered instinctively. The purpose of which was to search a captive warrior for hidden weapons. In this instance, he couldn't thing of where this one could hide anything, much less a weapon. But once the order given, he couldn't back down. It would make him look like a pup, and he couldn't allow that. Not in front of an Amazon sow. "Now wait a minute," Gabrielle objected defiantly. Then for the first time she raised her head up to stare Malykus in the eyes. She could see the coldness behind those black eyes. That's when she knew that he was serious, and dangerous. She continued to stare at him as he raised his bow threateningly. So, reluctantly, she slowly raised her arms in the air. She brought her hands above her head, in the typical captive position, thus exposing her naked tits to the leering stare of the Centaur. With her arms raised high, the skin of her chest became taut, which raised her tits into tight pointed tips. Malykus studied her naked form with a grin. "Typical! Only an Amazon whore would dare to desecrate a gift of the God, Poseidon," he accused. "Uh!!?" Was all that a confused Gabrielle could respond with. Looking back at the lake, then back to her captor. Now she understood his attacking her, unprovoked. Putting on her most innocent of smiles and gesticulating with her hands, pointing towards the lake. "Oh! That! No, you don't understand. You see, I..." she tried to explain herself. "Silence!" Malykus roared. He pulled out his sword to guard her. And with his other hand, reached into his supply pack to pull out a set of leather shackles. These were attached to a long rein like strap. He tossed the shackles to Gabrielle's feet, while holding onto the other end of the strap. Chapter 7 "Put those on!" Malykus ordered her. "Why?" Gabrielle asked of him. "Why?... Why?" Malykus couldn't believe this human. "Because you are my prisoner and I'm taking you to face punishment before my king. That's why!" "Well, there's really no need for these," Gabrielle said, pointing to the shackles. "Why don't you just let me ride on your back like a..." Gabrielle stopped in mid sentence when the large Centaur stomped the ground heavily with his front hooves, angrily. "Go ahead, Amazon bitch. Finish what you were about to say." He dared her angrily. "Like a horse. That is what you were about to call me. Wasn't it?" "Wellll, you do have the legs for it," she rebutted sarcastically. "Do I look like an animal to you, wench?" He shouted back at her angrily. Gabrielle realized now that she had crossed the line this time. Trying to make amends, she started to plead her case to Malykus. "No, no. That's not what I meant," she was desperately trying to find the right words now. "Its just that it would be much faster if I... If you let me ride you." "I am not a transport service, you fucking whore," he roared back. "Now put those one," he said, as he pointed to the shackles with his sword. She reluctantly complied. Slipping one, then the other over her wrists. By this time, she had resigned herself to her nudity, and was no longer self conscious of her exposed body. Looking at them, she couldn't see how efficient these shackles could possibly be. They were loose at the wrist, and with such a long strap to them, she couldn't understand how Centaur's expected to control their prisoners. Just then, Malykus gave a sharp tug on the strap, which immediately tightened her wrist shackles. Next, he removed a harness-like assembly from his bag and tossed it over his equine body, adjusting it accordingly. "Lie on the ground, bitch!" Was his next command. Gabrielle was now getting sick and tired of this Centaur's verbal abuse. Refusing this latest command, she planted her feet firmly and slightly apart. Placing her hands on her curvy hips, she struck a defiant pose. Sticking her chest out, which pushed out her tits before him. Her nakedness was now in full display, for all to see. "I wish you'd stop calling me those name's," she demanded. "My name is Gabrielle." "I don't give a shit," he retorted. Malykus then pulled suddenly on the strap of her shackles, causing her to stumble forward. Just as suddenly he bolted towards her. In a defensive reaction, Gabrielle tried to back peddle from his rushing her. This caused her to lose her balance and she crashed to the ground painfully on her back. This knocked her breath away momentarily. Wincing painfully from the fall, she was not yet aware that Malykus was now standing above her. His equine body straddling her own naked, prone form. When she opened her eyes next, all she saw were his front hooves, and equine chest. From above, she could only hear him barking orders again. "Now place your legs in those!" He ordered. Looking down along his body, she saw his human finger pointing to another set of shackles dangling from his equine body. "Pl... please. Why don'... don't you le... let me ri... ride." She pleaded, between gasps, as she was still trying to bet her breathing back to normal after having it knocked out of her. "I... I prom... promise not to... to try an... and escape. Or... or caus... cause trouble." "Do you take me for a fool, Amazon!" He yelled down at her from above. "A Centaur will never allow a prisoner to ride his back. He would be too vulnerable to treachery and attack." Gabrielle considered this explanation and could well understand the reasoning behind it. "Besides, why should prisoners get a free ride, Amazon whore?" He stomped his hooves her head. She cringed, fearing to be struck accidentally by the heavy man-beast. "You are a sad warrior, or a cunning one. Amazon." He continued. "No, we tie our prisoners to our underbelly. Where they belong. Those who disobey are either slain or dragged. Those are your only choices, bitch." Gabrielle only needed a few seconds to determine that she, in fact, had no alternative. So, using her hands, she managed to slip these new shackles to her ankles. "OK! OK! You don't have to be a horse's ass about it." She cringed at her latest jibe, and squealed and immediate apology. "Sorry, sorry." Malykus' only response was a horse like "Harumph!" in disgust. Once her ankles were inserted in the loops of these new shackles, he gave another sharp tug, which tightened firmly as before. Gabrielle lay patiently under the Centaur. Waiting for whatever was to come next. But nothing seemed to be happening. But in fact, above and beyond her line of sight, Malykus had twisted his human torso around and was busily adjusting the straps of her restraints to the prisoner harness on his equine back. This would take a few minutes. When everything was ready, Malykus began pulling on the shackle straps. Chapter 8 Without any warning, Gabrielle's arms and legs were being pulled up along Malykus' equine side. He was pulling her up by the strap shackles attached to her wrist and ankles. Within seconds, she felt her whole body being lifted off of the ground. "Uh!!? what!!?" She could only ask, stupefied. She looked on, dumbfounded, as her naked body got closer and closer to the Centaur's furry underbelly. Thanks to the straps on her limbs, her arms and legs were now wrapping themselves around the wide equine body of the Centaur warrior. With her legs being pulled apart by the girth of Malykus' body, Gabrielle could feel her pussy lips unfurl from the stretching open of her calves. This also caused her love channel to open as a dark, oval chasm between her legs. This also caused her sensitive clit to become totally exposed, making it extremely vulnerable tot he prickly hair bristles of his underbelly. Another tug from Malykus and that contact was made. It felt like dozens of needles were trying to pierce her exposed clit. This initial shock caused her to gasp out. "Oooooh!" She cried out in pain from the hair bristles making contact with her sensitive clit. The two invisible Gods were enjoying the spectacle immensely. Strife, because he enjoyed Gabrielle's bondaged predicament, which was showing new aspects of these mortal bodies to his eyes. And Aphrodites, because she saw this as a fitting punishment to her mortal nemesis. One befitting the Goddess of Love. Malykus didn't pay no mind to her outcry. He didn't care if she died on the spot for that matter. He continued pulling on her arm straps until he could feel her still stiff nipples make contact with his equine chest. His experience had taught him that this was tight enough to secure his human captive. Having never captured a female human before, he didn't take into account the gelatinous and malleable nature of a human female teats. This oversight would prove most devastating... to Gabrielle. Believing that his prisoner was now 'tightly' secured. Malykus kneeled on his forelegs in order to retrieve his bow and sword off the ground. Gabrielle was worried, for a moment, of being crushed between his heavy body and the ground. But only her loose blonde tresses actually touched the soil. Aphrodites and Strife looked on with interest, as Malykus got back up. Looking at poor Gabrielle tied to the Centaur's underbelly brought a smile to both their lips. Gabrielle's head was tucked in between Malykus' forelegs. While her spread open legs reached just past his midriff. About a foot from his rump and crotch. The prickly hairs was finally too much for Gabrielle. Its stinging effect against her tits and clit was painful with each of his strides, as he started off for the Centaur settlement. But strangely enough, it also felt good. And because she wasn't strapped as tightly as he thought, with each of his steps, Gabrielle was jostled from side to side. Causing her nipples and clit to rub against the rough bristles of his belly. The torturous friction against her now hyper sensitive body became too much for Gabrielle. She experienced a first mind blowing orgasm after only the first hundred yards of Malykus' march. Her clit exploded with her cummy juices. Spraying his underbelly with the warm fluid. 'The damn bitch is pissing on me,' he mistakenly thought to himself. His hind quarters jumped instinctively at the surprising spray. So powerful was her orgasm that a few drops actually reached the sheath of the Centaur's cock, causing to twitch instinctively. Gabrielle came again a few minutes later, soaking his underside once more. The scent of her sex juices went unnoticed by Malykus' conscious mind. But his subconscious recognized it immediately. Slowly, his cockhead began to peek out of its furry sheath. Aphrodites hated to watch all of that sex juice fall to the ground like that. But seeing the Centaur's cock emerge was inspiring her towards another course of action. The pinkish cock was emerging to slowly to her liking though. So, floating down to Malykus' crotch, she once more gave substance to her tongue, lips and throat. And began to lick and suck life into his mighty prick. More and more of it emerged to her tender ministration, as it continued to lengthen. Aphrodites would then reach over to Gabrielle's soaked pussy and gathered some of her juices. This she would spread over the stiffening cock before her. The warm contact of that female fluid helped things further. Aphrodites continued sucking on that virile piece of cockmeat until the first eight inches had emerged. "This will do for my purposes," she said. As she reluctantly removed it from the confines of her throat. Strife couldn't believe what he just saw his Aunt do. He enjoyed watching it though. Aphrodites didn't abandon the lengthening rod. She, instead, was licking along its length rather than sucking it. She noticed Malykus' balls were inflating. A definite sign that he was indeed getting aroused, and building up his juices. While this was going on, Gabrielle came twice more. These multiple orgasms were beginning to take their toll on her bound body. With each one, she felt fainter and fainter. So dazed was she already that she would slip into unconsciousness. Only to be jostled awake by Malykus' next stride. Malykus could feel his cock stiffening, despite himself. But he paid it no mind. He expected to have his needs taken care of once he reached the settlement by one of the Centaur mares. His cock now reached a foot in length before Aphrodites stopped ministering to it. At this length, it was just long enough to poke at Gabrielle's naked buttocks. Aphrodites moved back to admire her handiwork. Gabrielle had no idea what was poking her butt with each stride that her captor took. Her view was completely obstructed down her strapped body. The poking continued and became harder as the cock continued to lengthen. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen inches were now exposed from his sheath. Finally, its cockhead found her gaping pussyhole and two inches made its way in. This was the first time that a cock had ever entered Gabrielle's virgin pussy. "Ooooh!" She exclaimed, her eyes bulging at the intrusion. Malykus bucked instinctively once he felt those warm pussy lips wrapping themselves around his still stiffening cock. Maybe I should take the time now to describe to you the shape and size of a Centaur's penis now. As with its body, being half man/half horse, so is its cock. Its overall shape is very similar to a human cock. It is usually of a pinkish color and its head is like a man's crowned penis, rather than the blunt penis head of a horse. Its girth will normally be the same as a well endowed human's. its equine characteristics are in its length and its balls. In Malykus' case, when fully extended, his cock will reach a full two and a half feet in length. That's thirty long inches, people. While his balls will bloat to the size of two large oranges. And they will manage to discharge a vast amount of jism. The staying power of a Centaur will vary between twenty to forty-five minutes. For those that have taken a human female for a mate, copulation would usually result in their mate to lose consciousness from their multiple orgasms, long before the coupling ends. Anyway, back to our story. Now that those first few inches had found Gabrielle's pussy, Aphrodites was now ready for the next part of her plan. She levitated herself so that her crotch was now level to Malykus' face. Strife was mesmerized at the sight of the Centaur's cock buried, though only partially, past the blonde mortal's pussy lips. In his own naïveté, regarding mortal intercourse. He believed this was all that was to it. Floating above, Aphrodites proceeded with her own plans. She approached the oblivious Malykus and wrapped her Godly thighs around his head. Plastering her golden pussy over his mouth and nose, like a breathing mask. Malykus, remaining ignorant of the Love Goddess' presence, continued on his way. But with each breath that he took, he would inhale more of her aphrodisiac essence. With those first few whiffs, his cock surged forward a full nine inches into Gabrielle's vulnerably open cunt. Breaking through her hymen by the sudden invasion. "Aiiieee!" Gabrielle screamed out in extreme pain. She had never felt such pain in her life. She had been injured many times following Xena around. She had received her share of battle scars. But none had been as painful as what she was feeling at this very moment. Malykus jumped in surprise at her sudden outcry. And he also realized that his cock was now fully buried in the Amazon's pussy. When his cock surged forward, he felt it hitting the obstruction of her maidenhead before it tore open to him. He realized that he had broken through and that his captive was a virgin no longer. He never liked humans, but he had to admit that the tightness of this one's pussy felt nice against his stiffening cock. Experimentally, he bucked his hindlegs once to drive still more of his cock into her open womb. His cock shoved another few inches into her bound body. Blood could be seen trickling past her stuffed pussy lips. The sight of Gabrielle's blood excited Strife beyond his comprehension. Looking up to his Aunt, he was amused to see the Centaur's tongue instinctively licking at her still invisible pussy. "Oooooh! That's niccce!" Aphrodites shuddered. This was what Aphrodites liked best about her Godly station. She was responsible for getting mortals horny. But along the way, she could always find a way to get her own jollies. And today, it was a cunt licking. Strife watched his Aunt getting licked only briefly. He was much more interested in the fucking that Gabrielle was getting down below. But he was also getting jealous of the goings on. He was the only one not getting any. "Can I join in? Uh!? Can I? Can I? Uh? Uh?" He was begging his Aunt. "Oh! All right!" Aphrodites conceded. "Now quit bothering me while I'm working. Oooooh!" With his Aunt's consent to participate, he realized that he would require a cock himself. So he zapped his own crotch and an eight inch black cock appeared. Like his wardrobe, it too was covered with studs. But since he had no concept of what was normal in a mortal, this cock was very thin. Only an inch in girth. "Not bad, Uh?" He pointed to his crotch for approval from his Aunt. Aphrodites had to hold back laughing in his face at seeing such a pitiful looking prick.