0 comments/ 1591 views/ 4 favorites Gorgon By: Dhc000333 The story of the Gorgons has been told in so many ways like most legends and myths. They were beautiful maidens, in service to Athena or Hera. They were wise and nurturing to all: to the rich, the poor, the wise, and the foolish. It's been said they were all blessed by Mother Gaia. The usual story is that Poseidon was infatuated with such beauties. Like his brothers, he thought he could take any female in his domain. A maiden refused him because of her duty to her goddess. So, he raped her. Athena, being the great goddess of wisdom, cursed the maiden to become a hideous monster that turns men to stone. I have heard this story many times by my father. Sometimes I wonder if he met a gorgon. The creature's entire body is made of snake skin; the lower half is a snake, her hair made of snakes, and her top half a human female. As a child I was afraid, but as I became older, the thought of a half woman-half snake monster seemed almost attractive. Then again I was never a normal child. I like adventure, fighting, and women. Growing up with my father was different than most young boys I lived around. My father was first a soldier, and then when he retired he became a traveling fighter. He didn't teach me to pray to the gods like most people did. Yes, he taught me about them and their ways, but pray, never. He said, "Knowledge and courage is what gets you through anything." My mother? She died when I was young, but the truth was she left us for some other man who was an artist or philosopher. I never saw her again. When my father died due to illness, that wasn't so bad really. Yes, I was still just starting my teens, but I didn't forget the knowledge he passed on to me. I decided to follow my passion and explore the world. Through the years I learned many skills, such as: sailing, hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, hunting, cooking, and basic learning. My body shaped itself along the way; which grew into a tall and muscular form with dexterity and durability. For all my skills, romancing women wasn't one of them. I love women, especially the more healthy ones, but my interest, or enthusiasm, for them really does come second to exploring. Only after I have completed my goal for that expedition do I subjugate myself to the wiles of the fair maidens or the rough experience of the whores. Either is fine with me because I deserve a reward. I have found weapons, gems, art, writings, and rare items of both man and gods alike. I have travelled to distant islands, untouched civilizations, mountain peaks, and temples. I have fought monsters, demi-gods, champions, and other supernatural beings. By all accounts I try not to fight. I'm not seeking glory, just knowledge and excitement. I have survived traps, battles, impossible situations, and death him- or herself. I've made him or her very angry as I have escaped his or her grasp way too many times. This time, well I have said this many times before, death may actually have me this time. In a way I've been trying to avoid this risky undertaking for a while. There is an island, quite large too, that houses a temple of Poseidon, and inside is an orb. The story behind the orb is that Poseidon one day was bored and decided to create a perfect storm. Then he bottled the storm in a protective glass fashioned by Hephaestus. Inside, the perfect storm rages endlessly and becomes stronger by the day. Chaos in pure form. Again, not the problem. It is guarded by the sea hydra and mermaids by water; on the island's terrain there is said to be half-man-half-beast creatures roaming the entire island. Still, not the problem. Inside the temple is probably every trap known to man in a maze-like design. I can get through all that, but the guardian of the orb is also there. The gorgon, of all monsters it had to be a gorgon. A giant, a cyclops, Hades, even a damn ghost would've been better. I prepare as much as I can. Fire for the hydra and poison for the beasts. Mermaids are tricky creatures because they look beautiful at first then they turn on you. And that's just the females. Mermen are vicious and have no qualms about killing a human. Then there's the traps which I don't know anything about, but I'm sure I can figure it out once I see them for myself. The damn gorgon. Why? Sure, all I need is a mirror, but they're not idiots. The moment she sees the mirror she is going to attack without reserve. I do know they prefer to kill men by turning them to stone. Keeps us like trophies as we get locked in fear. They can also crush, squeeze, and bite me to death as well. I've got my work cut out for myself. Usually on these suicide missions I take my share of the females who are living within the borders of where I start. Once I start my adventure, I barely take my focus from my goal. Tonight, I eye a lovely, heavy morsel. She serves the patrons here mead and other small foods. I don't drink, but I find this type of atmosphere very comforting because I'm always around such rowdy environments. She eyes me every time she serves the other men. Her breasts somewhat fall as she bends to set the cups down. I order goat, grilled hard. She smiles at my order. Soon, there will be a fight breaking out. This place is known for that. I eat my meal, pay my maid, and give her a note where to meet me when her duties are over, and wants a bed to sleep in. I never hurt for money, which is why I stay in log-inns. Before she arrives I look over my supplies, materials, and armory. I clean my weapons and check for cracks or rust. My supplies are herbs, poisons, jerk meat, certain vegetables that don't rot, and gem stones. My materials are a belt I fashioned to fit all my supplies and weapons. My boots will help out if I have to swim. My leather shirt is made from very thick hides and thinned out for flexibility and underwater maneuverability. I have explosive powder, and many different bladed projectiles that causes particular damage. This is my ritual that I do before each feat. It helps me to relax because I would just hurry off without a plan at times. A knock at my door and enters my plump visage. She changed her clothes. Under her large and heavy robe is nothing. She even bathed. Not a lot of that happens. She comes to me without missing a graceful step. She kisses me and our tongues dance with calmness. I will make this night last is what she is telling me. I grab her rump, lift her easily enough, and place her on the bed. She spreads her legs and I touch her sex softly. I then give it a soft pat and rub in circular motions. She gasps and moans through her pleasure. I kiss her neck all the way down to her succulent chest. She grabs my cock and tugs. Feverishly she wants claim of my cock in her man-trap. I maneuver on top of her like a snake. She wraps her corpulent arms around my strong neck, and tells me she is ready for me to fuck her. I slide myself inside and she presses me into her fleshy being. I prefer to slowly destroy a woman's defenses as I stroke deep and precise. I tease women like this because the build-up is worth the eruption they release. She whimpers on the verge of crying for me to put her out of her misery, but I don't comply. She chose the wrong man to give her what she wants. I hold out myself because my cock wants to know relief. So here we are, two mortals wanting nothing more than to feel the bliss of orgasmic nothingness, but I cling to the world of control. I sweat and swear, and see my lovely begging. I pick up my pace and slam harder. She is finally able to let go and spews all she has into my pelvis. I pull out and shoot my cock off on her stomach; some lands on her breasts. I lie on my back and look up at the ceiling. The woman sleeps on my front. Again, I go over my travels in my head that I will soon embark on when morning comes. I leave my beauty to her dreams early. I leave an extra pouch of coins. I buy a horse and ride to the nearest port. It's going to take me about a three-day's travel. It is almost the season of harvest so I have to hurry with this perilous undertaking. Riding horseback isn't so bad once you get use to it, but I prefer my own legs. I try to look around my surroundings and scan the environment. My own way of enjoying life. I make it to the harbor and sell the horse. Getting a boat to sail for a good two months is going to be hard. People know who I am. The "Crazy Wanderer" is what they call me. They know of my exploits and the treasures I have collected. Most would retire, but I guess I have that itch that can't be scratched unless death does it for me. There is one crew who says if I pay right they'll take me to the island. I reach in my belt and give them a pouch of gems. The gems literally came from a rainbow. I found them at the end of it and it just so happened there was treasure. Thing is, it's a toss up. Sometimes there's nothing, and sometimes it's a trap. They check the gems to make sure they are real. The captain gives some lecture about how I am practically a detriment to crews, but my money is real. That's not the only thing that's real. I work on the ship like a crew member. I have to stay in shape for my life. Off we sail, and immediately I have to tell stories of my previous exploits. Though people are wary of me I actually make friends fast. I've been told I've been cursed by the gods and I don't even know it. Maybe that's why I've survived all this time. During the sailing I write and draw things I see out in the blue wilderness. I guess you can call it a record of my life. I had to find some ingredients so that I could make paper and ink that wouldn't be destroyed by the elements. The gods didn't like that. Basically, Athena, and whatever god or gods, had temples that carried the items. The only guardian was a giantess. In essence, a huge and tall woman. Fat and muscle perfectly coagulated. I had to do a lot of talking to convince her to let me have the materials. In the end, I had to kiss her (convincingly) with enough love that she would let me pass. It was hard because her whole mouth could swallow my head without her even trying. I just did my best by cupping my small hands on her lips and using all my might to had her feel my kiss. Her tongue sloshed all over my face, but I still tickled her hard, long muscle. When she giggled I knew I had to capitalize. I pressed forward inside her mouth and tried to suck as much on her tongue as possible. I massaged it with my hands and she sat back on the ground trying to keep herself up. I came out for a breath, but immediately licked on her lips. I pursed them together as much as possible and made circles with my tongue on them. She began to rub her nether regions and I knew I had won the day. Still, I couldn't leave her like that. I promised her that I would reward her someday for being true to her word. A month later I presented her with a giant. A nice oaf who was abandoned by his parents for being a nice giant towards humans. I gave him some advice about his future lover and left them to their future. We are now starting the dangerous leg of my adventure. As the storms begin to rage more, and less sea animals to be seen, Poseidon unleashes his temper tantrum. We sail with our best ability, but the storm only plays with us. We sail better - the storm gets worse, testing us at every turn. I'm surprised that the ship holds out, but then here comes the sea hydra. The difference between a sea hydra and a land hydra - the sea hydra only grows back the same head, but they are more powerful because of it and bigger. Still, its weakness is fire and I came prepared. I gain its attention and it tries to swallow me. I throw the exploding powder inside its mouth while dodging a death-bringing chomp. A few seconds later the head explodes. The other two feels it pain and the crew attacks another head with spears. That head goes limp and dies leaving the third to feel that one's pain in the process. It'll die whether it leaves or not. The wounds are too heavy and the bleeding is too massive. We finally get a break from the chaos that surrounds us. I help clean the deck off of hydra blood, which can be poisonous to mortals in large quantities. After we are done I go over my inventory. I'm in good order for now. Another seven nights has gone by, and so far nothing, but the sun shines brighter than usual. Apollo's doing. The crew begins to wane under the intense shine. They hallucinate and practically go mad, but I hold onto my sanity with meditation and breathing techniques I learned in the east. Then they had to come, Merpeople. First the males to get rid of us quickly, but the poison I use attack their systems rapidly. Merpeople are very weak against waste such as machinery or land animal decay. It's a terrible way to die for sure, choking for dear life. Then the females come. They don't get on the ship; they stay in the water and seduce the crew to come to them. The weak minded and fragile hearted of the crew jump quickly to their blue coffins. I will admit if I wasn't on my guard I too would be inside the sea. I ask them how far we are from the island. They are at first surprised that I can speak their language, crudely, but speak it nonetheless. Even the ship's crew looks at me surprised. I ask again and they continue their seduction. That is one thing I cannot take, rudeness. You kill my shipmates and don't answer my question? I grab one of my weapons, a whip. I had it made from the muscle tendons of a land hydra covered it with the scales of a dragon. I have had much practice with it. It's also longer than most whips. I lash it out at the closest Mermaid and wrap it around her neck and pull her onto the ship. I tell the crew to stay back and wrap more of the sharp, cylindrical edge around her neck. I allow a bit of breathing room but still easy to constrict. I show her sisters the kind of torture I will put her through if I don't get an answer. They are stubborn, so I grab the back of hair, pull downward, and her skin begins to scrape off. Dragon scales have quite the rigid surface. She screeches because of the jagged pain and her sisters cry out in horror. I ask again and they say three days sail. I let their sister go back in the water. We continue the journey. Finally, we make it to the island. I'm the only one who is going to be in the interior. I tell them to give me five days and then they can set sail if I'm not back. I practically run through the deep woods. I already hear the hunting calls of the inhabitants. I'm trying to get a read on their positions, but with all the sounds bouncing here and there, it is not easy. One finally presents itself in front of me. I continue running forward and I unsheathe my short swords; specially made to use the strength and durability of the Athens army and the sharp and sleekness of the Sparta army blades. I don't have time to play considering my time table. The creature jumps out the way and watches me run by. I sheathe my swords and continue running. I'm nearly exhausted by dusk. According to the map, I'm halfway their. I set up camp for the night. With how tired I am I will sleep easy, but my adversaries are out and waiting. Into the night I settle in my camp with a fire lit and a couple of traps set. I close my eyes waiting for dawn. I awake to the sound of my perimeter being triggered and one of the creatures trying to crudely stop the warning sounds. I just watch and wait with my hands on my blades behind my back. It finally stops and stalks over to me on all fours. From what I can tell it's female due to what appears to be breasts and no genitalia exuding outwardly. She gets close to me. Her sharp black eyes look at me intently. Her razor teeth and strong breath are way too close. Surely I can stab her, but at the moment I don't think she is here to kill, but more to gain information. She raises her clawed, but functional, hand and places it on my lap by accident. She feels my cock jump and she moves back quickly. Lithe muscles I deduce. She crouches at the ready while snarling. I laugh at the spectacle. I close my eyes to sleep. I feel her come back and see her observing at my crotch area. Again she puts her hand there and feels me up a bit. I help with the unveiling and she becomes enthralled with my cock. By instinct she jerks it and uses her tongue to inquire for its taste. I know she has sharp teeth, but I have to show dominance, so, quickly, I grab her head and thrust my cock in her throat. She gag-growls from each blow. She finally gets out of my grip and falls backward. She is a fighter type, but her instincts tell her I'm dangerous. I grab her leg as she tries to escape. I finally get both hands on her and get her into position. I sit and place her gently as I can on me. I get a few claw marks on my body and face but I've been through worse. With all her moving she's practically doing my work for me. She slows down her tirade and starts enjoying her predicament. She is tight, but her muscles adjust really well. I grab her breasts and squeeze hard. She clutches my wrists for a show of resistance. I match her rhythm perfectly and watch her enjoy. I finally wrap my hands around her ass and spread her cheeks. She has an anus and I stick a finger in. She roars in my face with anger, but it doesn't stop me. I thrust harder and she accepts the new impression. Her hole begins to loosen and more of my finger slips in. Her moans are a mixture of growls and humanistic lust. I have felt her release more than once. She has bled as well. She collapses onto me, spent like never before. I need my rest for tomorrow as well. My cock goes limp enough for me to take it out of her. The next morning she is gone. I pack my things and continue. Surprisingly, I didn't see much of the man-beasts but I'm still not letting my guard down. The bugs here are bigger than ever. When I arrive at the temple there's a barrier the other inhabitants won't get near. The female that I had pleased the other night watches me. I wave with a smile and walk in. The moment I walk in arrows are shot at me. I hug the wall fast and then it was over. I pick up one of the arrows and smell a poison. That's not fair. I come to some stairs; two sets actually, that lead downward. I try to make the best decision, and go left. Halfway down, the stairs begin to crumble and I move quickly. I make it to the bottom and the other stairwell is intact. I make a note of the hook at the top of the stairs. I don't know how deep I am, but I hear water around me. I continue on without hesitation. I arrive at an open area that looks like an underwater cave. My footing isn't all that steady because of the wet and uneven ground. I use my hands to guide me and then a switch is triggered. I run forward on instinct and the roar of the dammed water is released. I don't know how far I have to run, but the water is rising. I use a bag made from the lung muscles of these amphibians I had to catch for a favor to a merchant. They hold quite the large amount of air and they are water proof. I have three and catch as much air and under the water I swim. I go through all my air and finally I reach the end, which is a waterfall and plummet to the bottom. I splash into the bottom and come up gasping for air. This area is even larger, and I see land, even sunlight. I swim towards the light and rest on the shore. I'm thinking I'm on the other side of the island. I walk outside and the sun shines brightly. Trees and other plants litter the place. In the distance I see another temple. As I get close I see the symbol of Poseidon on it. Hopefully I haven't wasted a lot of time so I can get back to the ship. I make as many quick notes and drawings that I can recount through the cave and on this island before I enter. Inside there is barely any light, and the small amount there is comes through the cracks in the ceiling. In the center I see a luminous orb and I hear low roars or growls from it. The color of its blue hues shifting with grays makes it look depressingly marvelous. Gorgon Then the hissing comes. I curse softly and look around. There aren't any decent hiding places either. I crouch and use all my senses to detect the gorgon. I look up just in time to see it fall from the ceiling. I dodge to my right, but the impact between her and the ground knock me further. I try to get my bearings and my swords. She doesn't even come at me. I finally get a good look at her. Skin of a snake, claws, hair of snakes, and upper body is not what I was expecting. Well, her whole body is big. I'm thinking she was to be slender. Mother Gaia definitely blessed her as a child. Her breasts are nicely round; she even somewhat has a shapely backside. Her size should make it easy for me to detect or keep up with her. Her snake hair is long as well. They go down to her stomach. She screams at me with a sorrowful wail for a hatred of men. It hits me deep and I fall to my knees. I wonder why she doesn't attack. Twice now I've been vulnerable. I look around again and my vision finally sees what's in the room. Statues of men who made it here, but they don't have the facial expressions of being scared or in pain. They have smiles on their faces and seem to be at peace. The craftsmanship is incredible. Detailed quite well. She must've been an artist of great talent for sculpting when she was human. She slithers around the podium that holds the orb and lies down on her crossed arms watching me. From what I can tell there is a distance factor to be turned to stone. Plans run through my head, but no matter what, it seems it ends with some bloody fight. Still, she waits, that, and it's almost erotic at how her body moves harmonically, and the hair slithers in a protective manner rather a hostile one. Her breathing is steady and her eyes fixate on my whole being instead of parts. Even from this distance I find myself drawn to her. She lifts her upper body and locks her arms. She shakes a bit and again my cock throbs. She goes back to her lying position. She was stretching; just stretching makes me want to bed her. Her tail stands up in the air and her backside rises up. She sways it back and forth. She seems so bored; pretty human for a monster. Then perhaps a smile crosses her face? I wave back for manners sake. I don't know what to do at all. I place a hand on one of the statues and I feel ridges. I take a closer look and it appears to be writing. I read it and it is like a riddle. I look back and she hasn't moved an inch. She must've written this. All the statues have writing on them. She even may have placed them in a design, sort of like a garden. "Poseidon, you have taken such talent from this bleak world and all for your selfish perverseness." I say out loud. Hearing that name must've really hit hard because she swells and charges towards me. She stops in front of me barely an inch. She saw my swords pointed at her. She would've fell on them if she'd kept going. Surprisingly, I haven't turned to stone so it must be controlled then. Makes sense since the other men are stone in their peculiar positions. She slithers back a bit and I aim my swords downward. She circles me and I keep in-tuned with her movements and gauge the circumference. She doesn't lag behind herself at all, and her frame is actually more toned than it looks. Her breasts exude outwardly in rhythm with her movement. Her hair still hasn't show signs of hostility. I can't do this dance forever because I have no clue about an exit. I try to make a run for the orb and she chases. She is quite fast for her large size, and nimble. She passes me and again gets in her lying down position. She is playing with me. Quite well I should add. I sheathe my swords and drop my armory. "Come at me." I try to bait her and she looks at me with a bored look. Ok then, "Poseidon." I said again. She snarls. "Yes, Poseidon. The great god of the seas and storms." I continue to lure. She inflates and with rage building inside. "The mighty god who makes maidens his playthings." She grips a statue and crushes it with ease. She slithers down the steps and her long hair spikes with stiffness. The snakes hiss with aggressiveness. "Yes, a god that doesn't get blamed for the rape of women." I continue. She looks down at me prepared to destroy. "Ready?" She extends a hand upward and hits me. My body goes flying across the area. I hit a statue and I may have cracked some ribs. I breathe in sharply and try to sit up. She slithers her way towards me with a crawling motion. Again, even in this situation, my cock jumps. She gets close to me and her arms are on both sides of me. I can't escape; even if I try. She gets closer, leaning downward on her strong arms. Her hair-snakes too are staring into my eyes. She is about to turn me to stone. If I do become a statue, my last act won't be me sitting with a hand on my ribs waiting for death. I maneuver a bit and I kiss her lips. Soft they are even though they are made of snake skin and she is surprised. She backs off screaming. She looks at me with disgust. I tell her to come back and she screams in defiance. I stand with pain on my face and walk towards her with yearning. She slithers backwards and I reach out to her body. She slaps my hand away, her claws taking some flesh. I continue on, and she backs into a statue. She can easily go around it but she is off-balance. I get close to her and her breasts are right in my face. I look up into her hypnotic snake eyes and she looks down into mine with a mixture of fear and yearning. She grabs the back of my head, and with the nurturance of a mothers, feeds me her bosom. I suck on it without care. The sounds of my mouth echo on the walls. Her hissing moans are beautiful. The hair-snakes turn almost limp. She leans back even more on the statue practically cracking it. Her clawed hands gently rub the back and sides of my skull. Her long sharp nails caress my skin without tearing it. I like her even more because of the control she has over own body. After some time has passed, I finally take my face from her chest. I feel almost sad doing that. I look at my monstrous beauty with eyes like I just woke up. I grab her breasts with both hands and massage the teats. Her hair curls around my arms and come to my neck. They stare at me from all angles as I watch her swoon in ecstasy. I finally let go and I see her woman-hood open up. The sound of wet and sloshy flesh breaching tells me she has been waiting too long for someone to make love to her. I try to touch, but her hair restricts me and I don't fight. I have to be patient and let her control the situation. That's hard for me, but there are some things and situations that call for me to disregard my own principles. She finally poises to her full height, and using the strength of her hair lifting me by my wrists with ease. She takes my clothes away and my cock still hasn't awaken fully, but it is definitely reacting to her. Carefully she handles my cock. She stares at it, amazed that I can be aroused in her presence. I know she thinks I'm a disgusting individual. If I didn't know myself I would say so as well. I am attracted to the weird and different of this world. For a virgin she handles my cock way too well. As I hang by my wrists I feel my semen bubbling. Her touch is so expert that all my experience doesn't even matter. She pumps my cock with control and she doesn't increase her tempo. I finally shoot and she watches the streams fly onto the stone. Being strung up and releasing is an experience you yourself will have to feel. Nothing to brace yourself on or hold, and at complete mercy of another. I breathe hard with my head held low. She raises my face seeing still the bright glimmer of lust I have for her. She lets me down onto my feet and I shake. She towers over me but comes back down. I grab her face and kiss her. I find her wetness and put my fingers in. Every muscle in her body feels the electricity surging through her. Her first real penetration given, not taken. The snakes can't seem to control themselves either. They bite at me on instinct. I take the punishment as I stroke her insides with care. They finally stop, more so by her command and I take out my hand. A mixture of blood and secretions cover my hand. I smell the powerful aroma and it nearly knocks me off my feet. I go to the water and wash it off. She follows me and I turn to see her waiting for more. I motion her to lie on her stomach. I have to lift her heavy tail, plus, her huge backside is muscular and firm. There's a roundness to it as well. I gently tease the outer rim and she coos and almost giggles. I get my head in and she shivers. I shift in and out with just my tip. Her hissing moans are sultry. Time continues on and I enter a little more of my cock slowly through the interval, until I am fully inserted. I hold the position and have her muscles get use to my girth. She grinds back into me exquisitely. Her snake moving abilities are much appreciated. I start pumping at a good pace. With every thrust her hair-snakes follow suit as she enjoys the sex. She finally has her first real penetration orgasm. She screams instead of hisses. The walls bounce her voice all over. I take myself out and turn her on her back. She breathes heavily and her breasts heave upward and downward. I look at her spot, it calls to me for more. I straddle the tail and I am able to guide my cock inside. She sits up on her elbows which helps me more, angle-wise. I am able to get a better footing and target more efficiently. Again I start off slow and she throws her head back. I don't take my eyes away from her. The snakes again slither to me. Each one is looking for me to turn away, to feel disgust so that I can be turned to stone. They protect her well, but they must follow their mistress's commands. I grab one and kiss it. I give it my tongue and the snake plays with it with on its own. Soon all the others want a turn. You can't love half-assed; her whole is in-tuned. I grip harder on her sides and I rotate my hips. With a grind and thrust motion I administer she moans as if surrendering. I feel another eruption coming, but I continue. I can't close my eyes, even when I release, she must see my eyes never leaving hers. She must understand, I see the outer part as monstrous, but within her, she has a different beauty, a yearning for something she once had. I finally give in and let go and I shoot inside her. I don't jerk, I just let it flow out of me and my eyes never leave hers. I'm still thrusting, but softly. She reacts with small jolts and pleased groans. I finally stop and take out my cock. Hers and mine are coagulated together on my cock. It's so thick and white. She comes to me on her stomach and cleans me. She enjoys our essences and smiles with each swallow. I lie down on my back spent from the excursion. I look at the orb, it's still illuminating. She hovers over me and understands where my gaze is. She slithers over to it and brings it to me. I look at her and toss the bauble to the side. I bring her close and have her rest her head on my chest. We fall asleep together. I awake to no sounds of hissing, but to a human snore. I look down and my gorgon has turned into a mortal. She was a very large woman, truly blessed perfectly by Mother Gaia. Her skin is darker than most females in this civilization. Her height and weight probably twice as mine. She opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile. She sees her mortal body again and cries with sadness and joy. The curse has been lifted, for only a male who truly sees the beauty within and not just the pain and suffering; the gorgon will disappear. She told me that all the men that came were either after the orb or just tried to use her for their own pleasure. Then came the bad news. Her life becomes forfeit because of it. She died in my arms, but peacefully. I kiss her forehead and cry for her loss, and perhaps mine as well. I grab the orb and place it in one of my lung sacks. I put my clothes back on and say a final goodbye to both the maiden and the gorgon. I was able to find myself back to the ship by circling the island. The orb helped me control the tides and push me along on a makeshift raft. The crew was surprised that I came back earlier than expected. Quickly they raise anchor and we set out back to port. Poseidon is of course furious and sends everything he has at us. I raise the orb in the air and picture my large beauty in both her forms. Poseidon's storm feeds into the orb and allows me to control it. The sea monsters tremble at the power and flee. The crew is excited at how a mortal had defeated a god at his own game. I accepted the praise only to appease them. I will admit, this adventure took a lot out of me in more ways than one, but soon I'll be on to the next because this is who I am. A lover of monsters and adventure. Gorgon Eyes She cautiously walked down the aisle of the factory, taking count of the inventory. Occasionally, glancing pass her frames of her glasses to peek at him. He was slightly older than her, much taller too, which intimidated her. However, what attracted her were his eyes. She admired them. Their strength and intensity, even if he were smiling, which was beauty of its own. She bashfully looked away the moment he turned in her direction. Not sure if he saw her, but it still sent a shiver down her small frame. God was unfair to her body. Breast barely noticeable, an ass meant for a hip-hop dancer and the body the size of a teenager. Most people would say it is a blessing. She was not most people. She was always mistaken for a 16 yr old but she was actually 22. How would she ever get him to notice her with this childish body? She sighed and continued on her work, making sure to double check her notes. Her boss always praised her workmanship and respected her for taking charge. She was in charge of her own cell, doing what she did best, telling people what to do and how to do it right. On the outside, she was a little firecracker, but deep down she was weak. With Him, being that weakness. She never had the guts to speak to him directly, especially if it was not work related. In addition, she always seemed to quiver when he was near, but tried to hide it from his eyes. "Then why did he seem to always walk this way," she thought to her self. She wasn't the girly -girl type, constantly wore baggy pants and video game t-shirts almost as if they were security blankets. With one exception today, being the day she hangs out with her boyfriend on Wednesdays, she dress cute for him. A sub-conscious way of apologizing for how she felt for another might be the reason. She loved her boyfriend but was turned on by Him. However, her boyfriend would dare not know. She did not want to depart from him, for some crush. She sighed again, as she stood at her table to calculate her numbers and sensed some one near her. Using her peripheral vision, she glanced to her side and saw him standing there, looking at her. She made a mental shriek. "Did I do something wrong? Is there something on me," she helplessly thought. She looked down at her self cautiously and realized it was Wednesday. She shrugged the thought of him off remembering this is their day. However, she couldn't quite get the thought of him out of her head. Her jeans were tighter than she is used to, maybe making unwanted attention towards her. Her shirt was cute in its own way, being a brighter color than black, which she usually dawns daily. The air became tight against her lungs from the pressuring thought of his glare, so she decided to take a walk and get a drink from the water fountain. The factory was loud. You couldn't hear much of what people said to you, let alone the footsteps of another. She bent over to take a sip and used her paranoid eyes to scan around her and much to her surprise; there he was waiting in line for his turn. Almost choking on a gulp, she took a second look to see him almost as if he was watching her. She stood up, wiped her lip and calm but franticly walked away. As she did she could hear a snicker from him, which turned her spine to ice. She went to the first place she could think and went to her locker. The way the lockers for the workers were set up were, a small locker sat on top of the same size lockers so that the poor sap who got the lower locker would have to kneel down to retrieve their belongings. She was one of those poor saps. Having difficulty catching her breath, she searched through her things to find her tool she need in her section. "I must have left them behind this morning," she thought. Crouched down in her locker, she shuffled through her slightly messy locker in search for the missing tools. "Well now, isn't this a sight." A fairly deep voice pierced her ears in hopes it was a friendly face behind those words. She raised her head up to see him again. "What is he, stalking me," she questioned at the sight of those beautiful eyes looking down at her. Her eyes hid away back towards the locker in an instant and chuckled as the only response she could give. The memories of him leaning against the locker next to her, arms crossed and that smile were carried away in her mind making her forget why she was in the locker in the first place. She could see his dark blue jean clad legs crossed as well behind her frames. Realizing what he said she leaned back, slamming and locked the door and stood up to walk away very quickly but was halted by his words again. "My, my, aren't we cute today." Her eyes widen away from him by the sound of his voice. "Oh no, this could get bad," she thought to herself. "For your boyfriend again?" He must be very lucky," he said almost sinisterly. A smile baked on the side of his lips. The only place her eyes can actually look at. Any lower or above made her uneasy. He released the grip of his arms and stood up straight in front of her as, he tauntingly walked to her. Her only reaction was to walk backwards. She looked around and realized the lockers blocked the sight of them from everyone else except behind him. In addition, behind her were nothing but more lockers and a wall. "You look so nervous. I just want to talk," he explained. She didn't believe a word of it. His eyes did not match his words. While he was slightly looking up and down her imperfect body. Looking back up at her, "You should wear these kinds of clothes more often. It suits you." Her mouth opened for the first time to him, "T-thanks but I got to get going." Trying to make a mad dash for the only exit, she jetted towards him. He moved in front of her and said, 'Whoa, what's the rush, we hardly ever talk." His hand on her shoulder to stop her made her body conflict with its self. "Look, I have a boyfriend, I'm not interested in anyone else," she explained, which wasn't a total lie. "Hmm?" he said raising his eyebrow. "That's funny. I seem to recall a certain someone staring at me constantly..." He took a step closer. "Well I don't, so if you can kindly step aside...," she said making her move again. "Hmm...," he interrupted. "I want you to tell me again, and look at me when you say it." "My one true weakness." she thought. She lifted her head as best she could but only made it up to his chin before she panicked. "I..." she began. "No, no. Up here," he said as he lifted up her head by her chin with the side of his fist. She quivers by the sight of him and try to look away but he had a pretty good grip on her. "I ...," her eyes welling up. "Hmm?" he questioned aloud. "I don't want you!" she said swatting his hand away. "Maybe I can get the real truth out of you," he said walking continuously closer. Every step he made she made behind her, until her back hit the wall. His hand darted to the side of her head on the wall, making her flinch. "Now now, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want the truth," he said in a calm voice. "That is the truth!" she said almost shouting. Then all of a sudden he lifted her head again and without warning, he planted his lip on hers. She struggled under him, making him hold her arms down at their sides pinning her to the wall. The fear became more enjoyable as she feel his tongue trace around hers. He had such power that it became intoxicating. His lips were smooth and warm but strong and forceful. He than pulled back his lips and looked at her with his head leaning to the side. "Now then..." Her breath was rapid and her hands trembled. Part of her didn't quite believe it. All she could feel was the warm rouge around her face. "Still not sure?" he asked seductively. 'Let me help," he said as he pinned her to the wall with his waist as he whispered in her ear. "How 'bout now?" She yelped in either terror or excitement and could feel his hand slip slower in the front of her jeans as he unbuttoning them. She shirked. "Relax my dear; I am only proving a point, "he whispered. She wasn't sure if he was taunting her but all she knew was that she was frozen with fear. The best she could do was whimper. "Well well," he said. She just notice that his hand made it through her panties. "It seems you were not completely honest." Her body had betrayed her as she stared at his glistening fingertips. "What would your boyfriend say about this?" "Now that was a taunt for sure," she thought. "W-why?" was all she could muster. He stood up straight and sighed. "I don't understand. I know what you want yet you're still being stubborn. I have some rough edges to file, I see," he said getting closer again. "Now be a good girl and get back to work, people are worrying," he said rubbing her face with the back of his hand. She maneuvered away not looking back as she walked away from him and heard his final words. "Don't worry my dear, I see you there in a bit." She paused and shivered then walked away back to her station. She walked back to her table and stood there. Her desk was made so that you had to stand to use it. Just tall enough to rest you're head on when stressed, which she was. 2 min. later, her mind relaxed out of panic mode and began replaying the events through her closed eyes. The images were so vivid; it felt like it was happening again. Her excitement grew stronger the more she thought. Then she heard a "Hey!" near her ear. Her head jetted up almost in fear, to see a co-worker in need of aid. "Oh I'm sorry; I was in my own little world." She apologized. The co-worker smiled and explained their problem with their machine. She tried her best to fix the problem but to no success. As she flipped the light on for further aid from the maintenance, she realized that, "He might come for the light." Panicking she looked for an alternative. I could still feel his fingers running down my clit. The excitement grew inside her. "How could he just touch me there like that?" she thought. She could even smell him on her still. "My, my, aren't you quite flushed?" he whispered in her ear as he slithered beside her. She gasped softly so not to bring attention to them. Her eyes planted to the table as he asked "Well?" Her mind went blank for a second till, a thought sparked in her mind. "Oh yeah, it's that machine over there that needs work done to it." She pointed but not looking at him, trying to sound as calm as possible. "Hmm, show me, show me what's wrong," he demanded. She cringed and cautiously walked to the malfunctioned machine. She turned it on and pointed to the problem. "I don't see anything wrong, so tell me," he explained. "Now he's just teasing my weak point. He knows I am unable to speak to him," she groaned. "I-it won't pick up the product," she muttered softly looking at the machine. "How rude," he began to say. "Look at me when you are talking to me," he continued in a stern yet some how sexy voice. She could feel her self getting more and more turned on. Her head felt like it was 20lbs. as she slowly lifted her head to look in his eyes. Her head was hesitant, barely making it half way before he grabbed her chin with the side of his finger to pull her up. Their eye connected for a split second before she closed them, memorizing those beautiful eyes. He sighs and begins to work. "I see I have a lot of work to do." She wasn't quite sure what that meant but she walked away rather fast. With her head on the table and her arms crossed above them, she sighed in disbelief of what just happened. "This is just too much for me. I can't take it," she complained. "Why is this happening? " A few minuets later, she continued on her work writing down things and catches herself staring at him from a distance. He was so handsome she began picturing him taking of his work shirt slowly in front of her. The excitement grew inside her and before she knew it, it was time for her to go home. She took care of her last minet work and headed for her locker. She was a little taken back as she remembered what happened a few hours before but, continued on her way. As she walked, pass the maintenance room she caught a glance at him leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face and could hear him say, "Sweet dreams, my dear." A shiver from her head down her spine made her knees buckle slightly as she hurried out the door to go home. The next morning after her boyfriend kissed her and wished for her to have a good day. She climbed out of the car and walked inside. The familiar scent of the factory triggered the memory of him. His warm lips his tight grasp on my arm, the fear she felt. The trebles were coming back as she walked to the scene of where it started. All goes well for the beginning of the day. She can feel his glare on her but she learned to ignore it. At some point, their eyes accidentally meet. The desire burned in his, so she looked away fast, groaning in slight pleasure. She tried her best to avoid him as lunch came around. Walking to the lunchroom, he ambushes her and whispered, "Come with me." He grabbed her arm with great strength and pulled her outside. He walked her in the corner under a tree and firmly pushed her against the wall. "What, what do you want?" she was getting agitated with his games. "I don't think I like your tone," he said crossing his arms. "Well, I don't like you!" she made sure not to mess that sentence up. "Oh, we're at this again." he said rather intimidating. Her body cringed at what was coming next. She looked up at his gorgon eyes to realize they were petrifying. The fear grew stronger as her excitement grew as well. They were a bad combination but one she could not resist. "My dear, are you afraid of me?" he asked sounding rather proud of this accomplishment. "N-no," she said trying to sound convincing. "Must I prove that as well?" he asked moving closer. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she tried to push herself through the wall to the other side. Something she knew was impossible but it was worth a try. Dirt was kicked from the back of her heels as she pushed against the wall trying to stay away from him. "Hmm, you're even like that during work. You never seem to want to be near me," he said. "What is it that I have done to you?" Her jaw trembled. "Is your desire for me so strong that you can't look at me?" he asked putting his hand on the wall beside her head. "Is it so strong that I excite you when you do?" he said lowering his head to eye level with her. "And does your body conflict with your mind about these feelings because of your boyfriend." A teardrop ran down her cheek. His finger caught it and wiped it away. An unusual smile pained across his lips. "I can make all that tension go away. Now hold still." However, before he can make his move, the door of the building opened which made them jump away from each other, and a chance for her to escape. After retreating to her comfort zone, she could feel his eyes glaring at her. He didn't look too please with her. However, some how she felt good inside knowing she disappointed him, by not giving what he want. She gave a victory smile at him and turned her head. He just chuckled and walked away. Sleeping was a joke to her. All she can think about was him and those eyes. Therefore, she hoped this little victory would help in the end. She walked back to her table and continued her work. He later came up behind her and whispered in her ear, his lips grazing her ear, his firm chest pressed against her weak frame, "You will not go in the car with him but, you will come with me. You go to my car and to my place and I will make you perfect." Her eyes widen to their limit. Air tightens in her lungs. She had no idea she was holding her breath. "You will be perfect. If you disobey, I will punish you." That last part shook her small frame. "W-what?" The only word to be forced out from her quivering lips. He stood back and walked away with a devious smile. I groaned. "He will not do this to me. No man has power over me." She thought with intensity. She turned around, "No! You have no kind of control over me." and with a "humph" she turned her head. She could hear a chuckle from him, and began to worry. After work, She walk past him and he gave her a look that almost petrified but she had to be strong and just lifted my head high and just walked away. "Heh," he chuckled to himself. She walked to the door, placing her hand on the door and paused. A hard gulp forced down her throat. She sighed, opening the door and walked outside to her boyfriend's car to hang over his window and said. "Hey babe, I decide to do some overtime, so come back in 4 hrs." It sounded like a cheater's lie but she had no choice she thought. She did not want to hurt him. He smiled and said, "Ok, love ya." And with a kiss, he was off. As she headed back with her head hung low, feeling like crap, she grabbed the door and pulled it, and saw him on the other side. A smug smirked across his face. "Good girl" she heard him say, which enraged her. "Look I'm doing this so you can keep your damn mouth shut. I love my boyfriend and I don't want to hurt him!" she said almost straight in his eyes. "That felt right," she thought. "Whatever lets you sleep at night," he said grabbing her arm and guiding her out the door. "He doesn't believe me," she thought. He opens her door and said, "Get in." With a hesitant jolt, she slowly climbs in as he closes the door behind her. He gets in and starts the car looking at her one last time. She cursed herself the entire ride there. He parked in an apartment parking lot and guided her to his place. He opened the door and allowed her in first. Part of her was excited to be in this place, but the smart side of her is screaming, "This is blackmail! He is using me!" Her mind conflicted with its self. The thoughts were interrupted with the slam of the door. She turned fast and saw him stand there, arms crossed, head tilted and oh so sexy. He took a deep breath and walked off to the side, throwing his keys on the table he scanned through his mail he picked up from the mailbox on their way up here. She stood stiff and distant, trying to anticipate his next move. He walks in the kitchen, ignoring her. "He's taunting me," she thought. She began to get irrigated. "What do you want from me?" she asked almost yelling. He poked his head out from the wall, not looking too pleased. "I never allowed you to speak," he said and went back to what he was doing. "Allow?" she asked in an irritated voice. She could hear him chuckle. She huffed and just stood there trying to figure out how to get out of this. He came out with a glass in his hand. "Here," he said. Instinctively her hand reached out but her mind was flushed with thoughts. "Um." No thank," she said for some reason politely. "What, you don't trust me?" he asked in a sinister smirk. "Uh no actually I don't." said a little ruder. He eyebrow tweaked a bit and the smile dropped he raised his head high to show dominance. She never realized how much tall and bigger he really was. His eyes were just as intimidating. She felt small and weak. He took the glass and placed it on the table, and stood there. She saw as his eyes scanned her up and down and it made her uncomfortable. She turned around facing away from him. She felt his hand placed in the middle of her back pushing her to a room. She shook in fear when she saw his bed in a very boring room. He closed the door behind him. The air was thin and the room grew smaller. Her mind couldn't stay on just one thought, making her realize that she was freaking out. "Sit," he said and her knees buckled under her to sit on his bed. Softer than she thought it would be. She looked around to calm the storms that raged in her mind. This man she crushed on for so long and now she's in his room. Her eye caught movement in his direction and she watched as he unbuttoned his maintenance blue shirt slowly.