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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Summer, 2008


Chapter 15: _Logistics_


"Sam!" cried Pester when he appeared behind her on one of Demeter's 
balconies.  She turned, flew into his arms and kissed him passionately.
He was pleased to taste her cinnamon-flavored tongue again.  When their
lips parted, her emerald-green eyes regarded him lovingly.  "Long find 
but no fee, as you say!"

"Huh?  Long _time_, no _see_," he corrected.

"Whatever."  She sniffed.  "I still don't understand what it means.  At
least you're here again.  Where've you been?"

"Oh, here and there."

"You sent Jason home.  I miss him."  She put a finger high on her 
bosomless chest.  "His cock would go this deep in my throat."

"You liked that?"

"Better even than Pepsi."

He chuckled.  "When did you taste Pepsi?"

"I didn't.  But I was there when Demeter said it beats nectar.  Jason's
dick is ecstasy."

"Well!  First time I ever heard a female admit she likes the biggest 
best."

"My uvuclit is not out in front -- too many cocks don't reach it.  Damn
Her meddling divinity!"

"Wasn't Pan's cock compensation enough?"

"Pan?  Dobbit told you!"

"No, I looked for you and there you were, sucking his dick and loving 
it.  Don't you have to be careful with Him?  What if those barbs get 
caught in your throat?"

"I guess they could.  You have to compress them."

"Besides, you think He stinks."

"Like a goat.  You ever smell a billy-goat?"

"I understand they're rank."

"Yeah.  _Rank_!"

"So why not suck a better smelling cock?"

"Like yours?"

"Well, if you --"

"You do know, don't you, Sam, when a God grabs one of us, off we go, 
willy-nilly."

He took a breath.  "I'm sorry, dear one.  I forgot."

She smiled brightly.  "So what brings you back to Zeus's little 
paradise?"

"A question for you."

Abruptly she stooped and slurped up his flaccid cock.  He staggered.  
Her hand waved.  _This is how I love to hear your questions._

"Then let me sit down."

She led him through a marble doorway to a poorly padded couch.  When he
was seated and leaning back, she slipped between his legs and closed on
him again.  Once more her hand waved, a complex flutter.  _Ask your 
question._

"I need to seduce 40 or 50 girls at the same time."

_That's not a question._

"No, because I think I know the answer.  Maybe.  Dobbit said I could 
take as many nymph _minds_ back to Earth with me as I wish."

Pester paused, looking up at him.  _40 or 50?_

"Was he wrong?"

_That's enough to attract Zeus's attention._

"But he didn't prohibit it already."

She substituted hand for mouth on the now firm organ, licked her lips 
and said solemnly, "Because nobody ever tried it."  She smiled slowly.
"What an idea!  Of course I'm one of them.  Tolis will want to go too.
And Daynis."

"You get it, don't you?  The nymphs will take over the human girls, make
them go to the right place and then ..."

"Fuck their brains out."

"Exactly!"

"Where'll you get the men?  You want satyrs too?"

"The men -- not-quite-grown teenage boys in this case -- will be no 
problem."

"A real human orgy!"  Her eyes were bright.

"If I can do it.  Do I have room in my head for ..."  He took a breath.
"50 more minds?"

She smiled.  "Minds don't take any room.  I'll help you pack 'em in."

"Okay.  But we got other problems."

She blinked.  "You mean human cloths?"

"We say, 'Clothing.'  They can kick off their shoes, like you did, but 
the rest of it ...  We'll have at least one uncontrolled girl helping.
Another problem is getting the girls to the auditorium.  Pester, if 
_you_ knew how to navigate to the building, could you teach it to the 
other nymphs before they go to Earth?"

"I think so."

"Then get up here and lie down with me.  Let's visit the Human 
Preserve."

"Let me finish sucking."

He sighed.  "The sacrifices I have to make!"  But he grinned with 
pleasure as her mouth re-enclosed him.


* * *


He found Elgy walking down a school hall, backpack in place, apparently
changing classes with hundreds of other students, and would have jumped
ahead to the boy's next class, where they could communicate by writing,
except that suddenly Elgy's shoulder was caught from behind.  The lad 
spun around, shrugging off someone's hand, and found himself confronting
Logan Buford, the hulking quarterback.

"You little shit," snarled Logan, "you're going to cut this class and 
talk to me."

Elgy squeaked like a cornered mouse.  Sam immediately transferred to the
big boy's mind, took control, spun him around to the left and launched a
right hook at the grinning face of the likely confederate just behind 
him.  The follower went over backward.  A third boy, beefy enough to be
another footballer, stared at Logan in amazement.  Sam leaned toward 
him, meaning to shove him away, but this one had the reflexes and the 
training.  He turned, deflected Logan's arms to the side and landed a 
solid blow into Logan's gut.  The quarterback bent over involuntarily 
and a rabbit punch sent him to the floor.

"What're you doing to Logan?" demanded a fourth boy.

Sam transferred back to Elgy, who was elbowing a path through the 
students before him.  Behind them shouts were rising.  Students were 
pausing, looking back down the hall.  A warbling police whistle blew.  
Somebody yelled, "Scram, it's the cops!"  Suddenly the crowd was 
running.

Elgy slipped into a classroom filling with other students.  He went 
directly to a desk and sat down after shrugging out of his backpack, 
from which he removed a thick volume entitled, _American Health System_,
plus a notepad and ball-point.  He leaned back in the desk, breathing 
hard, and looked around at his classmates.

"There's a fight in the hall!" cried a new arrival.

"Who's fighting?"

"Big guys -- seniors.  Looked like football players."

"The fuzz'll break it up.  Probably have already."

Speculation about the cause continued.  The teacher was late.  When she
finally arrived, she shrugged off questions about events in the hall and
launched into a lecture on the organization of hospitals.

_What just happened?_ asked Pester.

_Our host was endangered.  I created a diversion._

_Exciting!  We don't do that on Olympus._

Elgy had recovered his breath and sat still, apparently following the 
lecture.  Sam took control and wrote on the notepad,

[Handwriting 1]
Can you stand me talking in your head yet?

[Normal Font]
Sam released control.  Elgy stared at the paper for a moment and finally
wrote,

[Handwriting 2]
No

[Handwriting 1]
OK.  I need for you to show me how to get there tomorrow afternoon.

[Handwriting 2]
I'll cut English  Did you take care of Logan

[Handwriting 1]
Yes.  Is English your next class?

[Handwriting 2]
Yes  Sixth period

[Normal Font]
Sam left the lad in control.  Pester said in Sam's mind, _I can't read,
you know._

_When this class is over, Elgy's going to show me how to get to the 
auditorium.  You pay attention then._

_What's a class?_

For the next several minutes Sam found himself silently explaining the 
school system as he recalled it.

The nymph summarized thoughtfully, _This is so strange!  I don't think 
Olympus knows about any of it._

Sam would have grunted.  _I just realized: Olympus has no youth.  
Everyone there is at least 5000 years old.  That's why you don't need 
education._

_Youth?  What's that?_

_Youth is creatures who have lived less than, say, twenty years._

_You know I don't understand years._

_A_ year is about ... 30 million heartbeats.  Do you dig large numbers?_

_So ... the heart of a "youth" has beaten less than 600 million times?_

_Very good._

_That doesn't mean anything.  Guess I don't dig large numbers after all._

_To give you the idea, Sam Clemens died at 75.  In his lifetime his heart
beat about 2200 million times._

_Ho!  I didn't think things lasted that long in the Human Preserve._

_Too often they don't._

Sam skipped ahead in time until the class rose from its seats.  Elgy 
swung into his backpack and followed the others into the hall.  He 
whispered, "I hope you're still here, Sam."

_I am_.

Elgy twitched and whispered more fiercely, "God, don't do that!"  After
moment he added, "I'm going outside to show you the stage door."

Sam had an idea.  Despite the boy's plea he thought towards him, _Start
at the cafeteria._

"Jesus!" Elgy declared aloud.  Gritting his teeth audibly, he turned 
around and proceeded down the stairs at the other end of the hall.

The double doors through which Tanya had passed into the cafeteria were
closed.  This part of the lower hall was empty.  Nevertheless Elgy only
whispered.  He had followed Sam's reasoning.  "I get it: you want do the
choosing in the cafeteria."

_And my nymphs must get directions before they take over._

The boy sighed.  "I guess I can get used to you talking this way, but I
don't like it.  When you come out here, turn left and go to that outside
door down there."  He proceeded to the indicated door and pushed through
it.  It was marked _For Emergency Only_, but Sam saw no alarm or sensors
in the jambs.

"Don't pay any attention to that emergency crap," said Elgy 
contemptuously.  "We go out here all the time."

He continued along a concrete walk in the rear of the school.  It bent 
around a building to a large parking lot, now mostly filled with cars.
Halfway across the lot they came to a large steel door painted green at
one end of a massive brick building.

Elgy stopped and said.  "That's the stage door.  It's locked now, of 
course."

Quickly scanning the vicinity for the attention of other minds, Sam 
found none and transferred the boy to the space beyond the door.  He 
stood in a short, dim corridor with staircase ascending.

"Up there is the back of the stage."

The boy trudged up the stairs.  They reached a landing and another door,
standing open.  Beyond it was the rear of a stage, bounded by a brick 
wall on one side and flimsy backdrops on the other.  It was piled high 
with stacked furniture and murals painted on braced cardboard.

To Pester Sam thought, _Can you remember how we got here?_

_Of course.  But nymphs can't transport._

_Huh?  That's fine.  The outside door will be unlocked for the orgy.  My
real question is, can you tell the nymphs how to get here without 
leading them?_

_No problem.  I can show them an image._

_You'll have to explain that to me._  Sam switched his thoughts to Elgy.
_Look, pal, we need to talk.  Where's Tanya?_

The boy cringed.  "God, I hate this!"  He took a breath.  "She's 
supposed to be in the English class I cut."

_Then we'll leave her alone for now.  Go straight home after school._

"All right."

Sam returned the lad to the hall before the cafeteria and skipped ahead
in time to a moment when students were departing the school.  He found 
Tanya surrounded by boys, submitting to their hands, giggling while her
own hands felt half-hard cocks.  She entered a car, the only girl with 
five boys.  Before it was out of the parking lot she had lost her 
panties.  Two boys' forefingers were in her cunt with another up her 
ass.  By the time it accelerated into departing traffic she was bent 
over one boy's lap sucking the cock of another.  Within two blocks she 
had extracted her first mouthful of semen.

Obviously Tanya would not be available to talk to Elgy!

But who else was "safe?"  Sam cast around and fixed upon ... Hannah, of
course!

He slipped into her mind.  She was sitting before her portable computer
in a frilly feminine bedroom.  A nearby photograph showed her and 
another girl leaning on an automobile.  As he watched, she struck the 
_Pg Dn_ key on her machine.  Apparently she was reviewing her diary, now
in larger type.  He read with her.

[Arial Font]
Shayna Golding called me this morning.  She's a junior, about 16.  I 
didn't notice her at the gig, but she was definitely there and 
remembered me.  She's like, "I had a war in my head.  I started to leave
but something made me go back into the furnace room.  It made me say 
things and behave worse than any slut I ever imagined."  She wasn't a 
virgin, thank heaven, having been kind to her favorite cousin when he 
left for Iraq.  But she thought she was still a good girl, like I 
thought about me.  She's like, "Now I know what they mean about a woman
ruined."

Listening to her made me feel better.  Whatever compelled me to do what
I did yesterday afternoon, she has it too.  She's like, "I even began to
enjoy what the boys did!"  I didn't tell her that it felt better to me 
even than Uncle John's tongue.  "What does that make me?" she wants to 
know.  So do I.  Though Uncle John showed me what I really am two years
ago.

Neither one of us is on the pill and both of us were just soaked.

She made the mistake of telling her mother, who promptly slapped her so
hard Shayna fell on her bum.  Her mother's like, "If you tell anybody 
else, if it gets out that you admit it, you'll have to find yourself 
another place to stay."  Shayna cried a lot on the phone.  I hope she 
doesn't hurt herself.

But what is it that possessed us?  I want to talk to Katy and Tanya.  
Well, probably not Katy.  She is a slut and admits it.  Tanya's only a 
sophomore, but she looks demure, even a little shy.  Was she compelled 
by some force to go into the furnace room too?  She was sitting with 
that Elgy in the cafeteria.  I'll bet she knows something I don't.

How can we face the school full of boys now?  I guess Tanya knows how.
Her mother's like, "Of course she went to school."  I could almost hear
her wondering why I didn't.  I really want to talk to Tanya.  When will
everyone else get her own cellphone?

[Normal Font]
School was out.  Did Elgy go home?  Sam slipped into the lad's mind and
found -- what the hell? -- a mouthful of cock.  He was bent over 
something hard, the console between bucket seats in a car, sucking away.
His eyes were closed.  The hips cradling his head were heaving.  "Oh, 
yeah!" cried a deep masculine voice.  "That's it, you sweet little 
cocksucker.  Oh god, here it comes!"

Elgy's ear banged painfully on the steering wheel above him just as cool
semen flooded his mouth.  The taste was stronger than any of Sam's brief
experience, not at all pleasant.  Sam would have spat but Elgy swallowed
indifferently and lingered with the fast-softening organ in his mouth.

"Sit up and let me see if you spilled any," said the man's voice.  The 
lad complied, careful to avoid the steering wheel.  The driver was a 
middle-aged man with graying temples and a pitted, hooked nose.  He bent
to inspect his trousers and the cock sagging through the open fly.  
"Good enough.  You're learning."

"Since you're in a hurry ..." suggested the lad.

"Yeah, yeah."  Small motors whined as the man raised his seat and slid 
it forward.  He zipped his fly, started the car and backed it out of an
alley.  "Bend over till we get out of this neighborhood."

A while later he said, "You can raise up.  What's this about fucking 50
girls tomorrow?"

They were driving down a boulevard before mixed stores and residences 
with cars toed in to park.  "I don't think Sam needs you," said the boy.

"How in hell does he hope to control 50 girls?"

"I don't know, but he's confident."

Sam felt his own surprise.  Pester thought, _Didn't you just tell him 
about the nymphs?_

_He's lying for some reason._

_What's lying?_

_Tell you later._

"Well, if he can pull it off it's likely to be a complete riot -- 
screaming, hair pulling, the works.  I wouldn't help if he begged me.  
In fact, if _you_ weren't going, I'd warn the school."

"Huh!  I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"What's so great about it?"

"50 girls ready to fuck?  Christ, Uncle!  Are you that far gone?"

"Yeah.  That far from being a teenager.  Try to stay out of trouble, 
will you?"

"What's her first name?"

But Fred didn't find it funny.  Soon he stopped at a street corner.  
"Take off.  I've got to piss bad."

"Yeah, I know."

Elgy slammed the door behind him without another word, walked half a 
block to his home and threw off his backpack in the foyer.

Sam switched back to Hannah.  She was sitting glumly before her
laptop, elbow on the desk, chin in hand.  He took control, made her 
stand and transferred her to Elgy's living room.  Hearing sounds deeper
in the house, he walked her toward them and entered the kitchen.

Elgy was stirring a liquid in a glass.  He turned around suddenly, eyes
widening.  "Jesus, Hannah!  Where'd you come from?"

She said, "It's not just Hannah, Elgy.  We need a bit more planning."

The lad grinned.  "Thanks for not just talking in my head."  His eyes 
widened as they raked the girl's body.  "What were you doing, sleeping?"

For the first time Sam noticed what she was wearing: a translucent 
negligee.  Her nipples were dark spots beneath it.

"She was in a funk.  She and Shayna didn't appreciate our little party,
but they've both learned better than to talk about it.  She's thirsty.
Is that chocolate milk you're making?"

"Yeah."  He took down another glass, with difficulty having torn his 
eyes from the girl, filled it with milk and settled in a chair at the 
table to stir.  "Here, you can have this one."  He passed her the first.
"God, what a rack you've got!"  He sighed.  "You think you're the 
prettiest chick in the school and you might be right."

She took the seat across from him and sipped the cool, sweet liquid.  
"We'll need help with the girls after they're taken over.  Nymphs don't
wear clothes."

"That's good."

"No, it isn't.  It means they don't know how to take them off."

"Oh."  The lad blinked.  "You mean like bra snaps and such."

"Everything, even buttons, zippers and shoe laces.  Panty hose will stop
them cold."

"What're they like, babies?"

"Oh, they're smart enough, but ...  Tell you the truth, I'm worried the
guys will think just that.  Can we give the girls a half hour to get 
ready before the guys start showing up?"

"Maybe if they cut Seventh Period..."

"That's too long."

"What if Tanya and Hannah meet them backstage?  And me?  You could take
over some boy and help too."

"Come to think of it ...  Do you remember the jock named Kirk?  Believe 
he lifts weights."

Elgy sniffed.  "No pal of mine."

"Doesn't matter.  I don't think we can depend on Hannah.  I'll have to 
run her if she's there.  And Tanya ..."  Sam chuckled grimly.  "She's a
different kind of problem."

"The guys are all over her," said Elgy glumly, "and she loves it."

"We couldn't get her onto the stage without a retinue of boys.  Of 
course, that's good too, but she won't be any help with the girls."

"If Hannah goes to school, the guys'll be all over her the same way."

"Maybe not if she gets in her queen bee mode."

"Her what?  Sam, have you thought of telling her the truth?  I thought I
was going nuts until my uncle explained things."

"Maybe I will.  You know, we're making this too complicated.  How's 
this: we'll let the girls go onstage a few at the time, as fast as we 
can get them naked.  You and I will help them.  It'll be quick because 
the others will see how the first ones do it."

"The boys'll be coming in too."

"That's true.  And it's not good.  What'll they think of girls who don't
even know how to take their clothes off?"

"I see what you mean.  Hey!  There's a dressing room on each side of the
stage."

"Great!  We can run them in there first."

The lad nodded.  "That might work."

"Another problem is keeping the administration from noticing.  Is that 
why you wanted to use the back door to the auditorium?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Where's the front entrance?"

"In the main hall, across from Caper's office: two sets of doors, one 
for each aisle.  They're locked unless somebody is using the 
auditorium."

"Those doors got windows in them?"

"Yeah."

"Not good.  The principal will notice the crowd in there."

"Maybe we can keep everybody on stage with the curtain lowered."

"Maybe.  And the lights off."

"Dim light won't be a problem."

Hannah's head shook.  "But noise will be.  Shit!  That shoots down the 
whole idea."

The girl and boy stared at each other across the table over their empty
drink glasses.  Elgy said hesitantly, "There's some woods across the 
street."

"Full of bushes?"

"Yeah, briar bushes."

Hannah took a deep breath.  "Does the school have any other large room?"

"Well, there's the music room."  The lad grinned.  "And it's 
soundproof."

"So ..."

He shook his head.  "The choir practices everyday after school.  It's 
mostly girls."  His eyes brightened.  "Hey, I got it!  What if somebody
tells the principal that's where the next gangbang is?"

"An anonymous phone call?  It certainly ought to distract him.  I'll 
take care of it."

"Of course he'll get tired of waiting and come back to his office."

"And then?"

"We're busted."

"Not you or me."

"Why not?  Oh."  The lad grinned.  "I guess it's a little hard to bust 
Sam."

"The other thing is all that furniture.  The couches need to be spread 
out on the stage."

"The boys'll do that.  Fast."

"Okay."  Hannah stood up.  "That covers what I've thought of."

"Are you going to tell Hannah the truth?"

"I guess so.  Her reaction will be interesting."

"How'll you tell her?"

"I think I'll take her to Olympus."

"When?"

"How about right now?"

Elgy's face fell.  "Can't you wait 15 minutes?"

"No.  It'll be tough, but I mean to try and win her over.  Rape is not 
the way to start."


* * *


Sam returned to his Olympian body, asleep in a Demeter fuck room, and
pulled the girl's body along with him.  He sat up as she stumbled in 
confusion, throwing out her hands for balance and giving him his first 
good look at her blonde voluptuousness.  The green negligee reached 
midthigh but concealed little.  Her pink nipples were readily 
discernible, but he was unsure if she had shaved the pale pubes.  The 
reason Elgy had lusted for her was obvious.

Her eyes widened on his.  She shrieked briefly before spinning on bare 
feet and dashing through the closest door, which happened to exit onto 
the balcony.  He followed her leisurely.  She was leaning over the rail,
toes off the marble floor, as if contemplating a jump.  When he 
approached, she looked around in evident fear and rolled off the rail to
her feet, backing away.

"No, no!  Leave me alone!"

He spread his hands.  "I won't bother you.  Except for one thing.  Only
the gods may wear clothing on Olympus."  As he spoke, he flipped her 
negligee into another universe.  Now it was evident that she had shaved.

She looked down and issued another brief shriek.  One hand jerked to 
cover her groin.  The other arm fell across her nipples.

"I won't touch you again," he said reasonably.  "I didn't bring you here
for that."

She swallowed but stood a bit straighter, turned more than half-way 
around and watched him over her shoulder.

He continued, "I brought you here to explain without interruption."

She took a deep breath.  "Explain?  Explain what?"

"What's been happening to you, the reality behind it.  I think you can 
handle it."

"Who are you?"

"Sam."

"I never heard of a god named Sam."

"I've been called a 'demigod,' which means I have some god-like powers."

"You ... teleported me here?"  Her voice became derisive.  "To 
_Olympus_?"

"Very good.  You must read sci-fi.  But yes, teleportation is one of my
powers.  Another is taking over people's minds."

She stared at him for a moment then leaned over the rail again and 
pointed downward.  "Who are all those people?"

"Nymphs and satyrs, doing what they were made for."

"What's that?"

"Fucking."

"But they look like children!"

"Not exactly.  Can you see their ears and tails?  They aren't human.  
Besides, did you think children can't fuck?"

Her lip curled.  "They shouldn't be allowed to."

"That's debatable for children, but these are Olympians whose only job 
is to fuck when the gods grab them."

"Rape?"

"No.  They love it."

"All rapists say that."

"I could fetch them up here and let you ask them."

She grinned sarcastically.  "And hear them say what you expect?  Don't 
bother."

"Then let's talk about you.  Would you like to go inside and sit?"

"Where no one can see what you --"  She broke off, looking past him.

Sam felt Pester's presence.  "When did you cut loose?" he asked, turning
his head.

"Just now."  The nymph giggled.  "You didn't even feel it!"

"Let Hannah examine you."

The nymph flounced up to the girl, turned sideways and waggled her tail.
"Hope you like green hair."

Hannah cried, "But you're only a child!"

Pester responded mockingly, "With goat ears and tail?  Where's your 
brain, sweetie?"

"I mean, you're so small!"

The nymph smirked over her shoulder at Sam.  "Incredible!  A human who 
believes her eyes!"

He grinned.  "Especially when they agree with her preconceptions.  She 
thinks you're too small to fuck."

"Huh!  Let me take her over and I'll show her who's too small.  Hey, 
that's a good idea!  Together she and I could fuck you silly!"

"You have a foul mouth," Hannah declared.  Her eyes rose to Sam.  
"What's she talking about?"

He said, "I mentioned the ability to take over someone's mind.  When I 
do, it locks her out and gives me full control.  Everything crazy you've
done lately, starting with your visit to Elgy's table in the cafeteria,
was actually me in control."

Hannah's eyes widened.  She stood transfixed, obviously going over 
recent events.

"The nymphs can do it too, with my help."

"You made me type on my laptop ... about relaxing and enjoying it."

"Advice from Confucius."

"You made me go to the furnace room ... and hookup with Elgy."

"That was I."

"And gave me to all those guys."  She shuddered.  Her eyes sparkled with
tears.

"I released you while you were still fucking that football player."

"You did?"

"And didn't take control again until your visit to Elgy this afternoon."

She dashed the tears from her eyes and leaned back on the rail, 
exhibiting her charms indifferently.  "What do you want from me now, 
_Lord_ Sam?"

"Let me mention two things.  I noticed that you were coming off like a 
string of firecrackers, as they say, with the boys yesterday.  That's 
why you didn't need any more control.  And second, you put a line in 
your diary that interests me: _Uncle John showed me what I really am two
years ago._  What are you really, Hannah?"

She sighed deeply.  "You already know it."

"Tell me."

"He proved I'm crazy about cock.  Now everyone knows it."

"Are you truly sorry they do?"

"Of course I'm sorry!  How'll I face the guys when I go back to school?"

"You could take Confucius's advice, like Tanya."

"Tanya?"

"Far as I can tell, she's in heaven.  The boys are all over her like 
moths on a flame."

The girl nodded slowly.  "Maybe I understand that.  Sex can be terribly
addicting."

"The other thing you can do is keep a stiff upper lip and have nothing 
to do with boys: no discussion, no explanation, no excuses, just carry 
on with your schoolwork."

"Now Logan will pester me unmercifully."

"Maybe not.  Unless you want him to."

She shook her head, straightened further and said accusingly, "So the 
fact is, we're all puppets on your string.  Why?  What do you get out of
it?"

He grinned.  "The fact is I love sex too."

"Are you human?"

"Very much so, aside from my special powers."

She sighed.  "All right, you've explained.  But you haven't told me what
you want now."

He studied her and thought he'd shoot the works.  "We're holding another
orgy tomorrow afternoon, a much larger one, and I need your help with 
the girls."

Her eyes narrowed.  "You want me to help you seduce them?"

"That part is already solved.  I want you to help them take off their 
clothes."

"What?" she demanded incredulously.  "Are they babies?"

"In a sense."

He grinned and told her the details, answering several sharp questions,
offering the music room plan for diverting the principal, finally 
saying, "Something you might want to consider: you'll be a lot less 
conspicuous after 40 or 50 other girls have done it too."

"Isn't it against the law?"

He grunted.  "What law?  You're all students.  Where did you ever read 
that students fucking in school is prohibited -- other than with 
teachers, at least?"

She actually smiled.  "They wouldn't want to give us ideas.  How'll you
pick the chicks?"

"Do you have some candidates?"

"I might.  What limits you to 50?"

"Well, we need four or five boys for every girl."

"I've heard the school has 1500 students, about half guys."

Sam shook his head.  "Boys are eager, but I doubt we can get them all."

"If you do, it'll be 15 for every chick."  She shivered.

He addressed Pester.  "What do you think -- can we take 100 nymphs?"

Green eyes were thoughtful.  "I don't know, Sam.  That many might be 
hard to ..."  She grinned impishly.  "Get back in the bottle."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think anybody ever took even 40 nymph minds to the Human 
Preserve.  We're not the most tractable creatures, you know."  She 
giggled.  "Maybe you ought to take satyrs."

"You think they're more manageable?"

"No, not running human females.  I don't even know if they can do it.  
But I'm not sure nymphs are so manageable either."

"What could go wrong?  They won't refuse to fuck, will they?"

"Oh, no!  You can rest easy on that point."

"Well, then!  Hannah, will you help me?"

She sighed.  "What would I have to do?"


* * *


Having sent Hannah to her bedroom in the Human Preserve, Sam, still
on Olympus, said to Pester, "You think she'll stick?"

The nymph regarded him thoughtfully.  "Better if you had left her 
well-fucked."

"I thought about it once or twice.  She's a looker."

"And a cock lover -- her own words.  Of course I don't know what's so 
unusual about that.  I do wish you had fucked her."

He returned her stare.  "Do you!  You wanted to feel another pussy 
orgasm, didn't you?"

"Yeah.  She has a prominent clit.  I'll bet it buzzes."

"'Buzzes?'"

"That's what it felt like when you let me take over that girl with the 
head tail and fuck the old man."

"_Pony_-tail.  Are you suggesting you can slip into somebody's mind 
without me putting you there?"

"Sure, if she's standing right in front of me.  Or if I've been there 
before."

"Then this take-over by the nymphs ought to be easy."

"You think?"  Pester looked doubtful.  "I've been wondering how you'll 
arrange it.  But first you need to gather them up quietly.  You don't 
want Zeus to notice."

"Quietly?"  He grinned.  "I didn't plan to use a loudspeaker.  What do 
you propose?"

She touched his arm.  "First follow me to a place the gods don't often 
visit."

She vanished.  He followed her instantly but with some difficulty, as if
turning corners.  They stood on a vast, shiny yellow plain.  It was 
smooth except for slight undulations.  The sky was bright but appeared 
to be overcast.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Lots of universes over.  This is the city of New Jerusalem.  We're 
standing in the center."

"New --  That sounds familiar."

"Most people in your part of the Human Preserve know of it."

"Really?  If it's a city, where are all the buildings?"

The nymph grinned.  "This is as much as St. John imagined.  Gold to the
horizon.  It's 1500 miles square.  The walls, only 240 feet high, are 
invisible from here."  The grin became a chuckle.  "It's the Christian 
heaven.  Zeus ignores it.  So does Jehovah."

"Heaven?  Where are all the people?  Where's God?"

"What god?  Given that Jesus Christ never existed, you should be amazed
that St. John's design actually made it.  He was a man of strange 
powers."

"I suppose you sucked his cock."

"He wouldn't let me.  I didn't have wings."

"I'm disappointed."  Sam grinned.  "So you missed a few?"

"A few."

"Tell me: if a man could make this, which is the tail that wags the ...
satyr?  Is it in fact the great mass of humanity or some gods on their 
divine hills?"

Her green eyes brightened.  "Jason and Dobbit had a most spirited 
discussion about that very point.  Too bad you didn't stick around."

"Yeah, too bad."  He stood straighter.  "All right, what do we do now?"

"Cast your mind back to the Olympian hillside and gather up all the 
nymphs you see."

"Pull them here?"

"Yeah.  You should be able to manage three or four at the time."

"Could I just pull their minds?"

"You have to talk them into it first."

"But I can snatch the whole nymph without asking."

"Right."

He shook his head.  "If Zeus set this up, He's weird."

"With you running down Zeus, I'm glad we're not on Olympus.  I'll grant
you pulling nymphs is hard work, but not if you don't get started."

She was right: the effort was notable because both looking and pulling 
seemed to involve navigating corners in ... something.  But suddenly 
four additional nymphs stood nearby, blinking at their surroundings.

"Where are we?" one asked.

"It's the Christian heaven," said another.  "Hey, Sam!  Did you grab 
us?"

"Fucking on this gold will hurt our tails," said a third.  "You'll have
to take the bottom, Sam."

"We could bend over," suggested the fourth, advancing on the man with a
predatory grin.

Pester looked around, hands on hips.  "We forgot that.  Bring some turf
here, Sam, and spread it out."

The forward nymph dropped to her knees and slurped up Sam's cock.  He 
ignored her.  "I just realized: it'll be just as hard to put these 
sweeties back after I talk to them."

"'Sweeties!'" quoted the first.  "Oh, Sam!"

"You going to _talk_ to us, Sam?"

Pester shook her head.  "You won't put them back until after the orgy.
We need the turf because their bodies will have to sleep here until 
then."

"Okay, turf."  He located an unpopulated Olympus, one of those used in 
his training.  Four transfers later grass seemed to be growing on the 
gold for a hundred feet around them.

The kneeling nymph released him and said petulantly, "Sam!  Let yourself
feel what I'm doing."

He patted her shoulder.  "Hang on a while, dear.  First I've get to 
fetch a bunch of your sisters."

She looked puzzled but backed away.

Bracing himself mentally, Sam pulled nymphs from all over the Olympian 
hillside.  He tried to select those who were not intimately engaged, but
more than one arrived with wide open legs or gaping mouth.  The longer 
he worked, the harder the effort.  He seemed to be running out of 
energy.

Taking a deep breath, he paused and looked around him.  He was 
surrounded by girlish figures with hair of all colors, from blonde to 
bright blue, whispering to each other while studying him intently.  A 
few of the "teenage" nymphs stood taller than the others.

He said to Pester, pressed to his side, "How many is that?"

"I can't see them all, but you pulled fourteen times."

"Fifty-six?"

"Wow, a human who can multiply!"

"Don't be sarcastic."

"Plus me."

"Now I know a good reason why we won't take 100."  He raised his voice.
"My dears, how would you all like --  Can you hear me back there?"

The rearmost of the group nodded.  Closer ones called, grinning, "We'd 
like it!"

"How would you all like to go to Earth -- to the Human Preserve -- and 
fuck your tails off?"

He waited for the buzz of speculation to recede.  A closer nymph said, 
"How'll we get there?  Zeus doesn't allow it."

Still speaking loudly, Sam answered, "He has prohibited your bodies from
going, not your minds."

Speculation buzzed again.  A nearby nymph fingered her pussy.  "Is this
my mind?"

Pester retorted, "Might as well be.  Lift me up, Sam."  He seated her 
atop his shoulders, where her moist pussy seemed to suck on the back of
his neck.  She raised her voice to a shriek.  "Pay attention while I 
explain it."

Heads tilted up as silence fell.  For the first time Sam noticed the 
lack of a breeze.  The mass of nymphs exuded a spicy odor.  They watched
Pester intently.  One of them called, "What's a school?"  Suddenly they
all giggled and several cried, "Human males, wow!"  Their expressions 
reminded him of his niece awakening on Christmas morning.

"What's going on?" he demanded in a fierce whisper.

"Shut up," retorted Pester.  "I'm sending them images."

The tableau continued for a while.  Most of the nymphs were smiling and
several giggled occasionally.  Then the speculative buzz rose again.

"Put me down," said Pester.  On the ground she leaned close to him and 
said, "I told them about the stifling cloths."

"Including how to take them off?"

"The only way I know for that is to ask you."

"To ask --  Shit!  I just realized.  I've been stupid."

She grinned.  "How this time?"

"Getting the girls naked is no problem.  _I_ can strip them, one at the
time, as they reach the dressing room."

She blinked.  "Why didn't we think of that?"

"I don't know.  I guess the idea of stripping 50 girls ..."

Sam raised his voice again.  "May I have your attention again?"

They quieted quickly and regarded him with excited faces.

"I take it most of you look forward to this adventure."

Many voices assured him it was true.

"Did Pester tell you about the cafeteria?"

"Where the people eat," said a nearby nymph.  All were nodding.

"We'll select the girls at lunch in the cafeteria.  That is, I'll put 
each of you in a different girl while they eat.  But don't take control
yet; lunch is too early for you in the auditorium.  You have to let the
girls go to their afternoon classes.  Pay attention to how they leave 
the cafeteria.  You have to get back there at the end of school, then 
proceed out the back to the stage door.  Did Pester's image show you how
to do that?"

Again they nodded.

"Good.  You also have to pay attention so you can tell when Seventh 
Period ends, which is the end of the school day.  Listen to what the 
kids tell each other, especially words like 'Time to go home.'  That's 
when you take control and go back to the cafeteria.

"When you get to the stage door, go up the stairs to the back of the 
stage.  Two rooms are on either side of the stage.  You'll see a boy 
waiting in front of one, motioning for you to come in.  Go in and I'll 
take off your clothing, those 'stifling cloths,' as Pester calls them."

A nymph called, "Where do we fuck?"

"The boys will get there about the same time as you.  They'll spread out
the furniture that's stacked up backstage.  That's for your 
convenience."  He grinned.  "In fact you can fuck wherever and whenever
you can find a partner.  One thing to consider: be careful how you talk
to them at first.  If they find out you don't even know who they are, 
it'll put them off."

"How do we get back here?"

"When you've had enough, you can slip yourselves back into my head.  
God, that sounds weird!  But Pester assures me it's easy.  Then when 
we're ready, we'll all come back here and I'll send your bodies home to
Olympus."

He let them think for a moment.  A few nymphs asked questions of others.
At last he said, "Is there anyone here who doesn't want to go?"

Instead of answering a nymph asked, "What happens if we don't?"

"Nothing.  I'll send you home to Olympus right now."

That produced a thoughtful silence.

"Anyone staying?" he called.

Again silence reigned.

"Okay."  He turned to Pester.  "What's next?"

"Loading them up."

"Any suggestions as to how?"

A flurry of motion around them was produced by nymphs lying down on the
transported turf.

"They're ready," said Pester.

"What do I do?"

"Walk among them and look into each set of eyes.  Her mind will slip 
into yours and her body will go to sleep."

"That simple, eh?"

"You have to invite them the first time.  Your eyes will do that."

He obeyed her instructions.  As his eyes met those of a nymph, he felt 
an entrance "behind his ear" and her eyes closed.  Tolis smiled at him 
when his eyes found her yellow ones.  At last he and Pester stood alone
in a field of sleeping nymphs.  He took the trouble to count them: 56.

"Ready for me?" asked Pester.

"I guess so.  Will we be able to talk when you get inside?"

"Why not?  But I told the others to keep quiet or you'll throw them 
out."

"Really?  Um, because of the din that would occur otherwise?"

"Exactly."

"Have they done this before, Pester?"

"Done what?"

"Left their bodies to get into someone else's mind?"

She paused.  "No.  Well, there was a case of four nymphs who went to the
Human Preserve with the emperor Caligula.  Some others have done it, but
only individually, I think.  You know, you're not the only demigod who 
was ever created on Olympus."

"Did you know Caligula?"

"Sucked his cock.  It was tiny, barely reached my uvuclit."

Sam shook his head.  "Human wisdom is, never be the first to try a new 
thing."

"Then it would never get tried!  Lie down and I'll lie beside you."

He found a spot large enough for them both and stretched out on the 
turf.  In fact it was more comfortable than the couch in Demeter's talk
room.  He asked, "Does it ever rain here?"

"What's that?"

"I asked if it ever rains here."

"And I asked what's rain?"

"Um.  I think this turf will shortly be dead."

"With 56 nymphs in your head impatient to get laid, you worry about the
craziest things!"

"I guess so.  Are you ready?"

"Almost."  He felt the addition of one more presence behind his ear.  
_Now I'm ready._

He took a deep breath and projected 57 eager minds along with his own 
into the Bessemer High School cafeteria at lunch the next day.


Contact:
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