Day 10

Oh Eros, please shine upon us. All four (four now) lay in bed, but Sasha, oh poor Sasha! I hope she does not die, for I cannot stand it if she were to die. She has taken her medicine, and it has had some effect, but one does not know what might happen.

It all began when I woke up. Sophie and Monica were thankfully gone, and it was just Sasha and I. She was huddled up very close to me, her face pressed closely against mine. My hands were stroking her back, all the way down to her pussy at times. She felt very warm, and smelled delicious. My cock was hard, but I figured she'd go at it in her own time, and satisfied myself with kissing her. She cracked her eyes open a little, and smiled at me. Then she huddled even closer, pressing her body against mine, as closely as possible.

"Mmmm...you're so warm Theseus. I'm cold..."

I lost all interest in sex. "You're cold?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," she replied. "Aren't you? It's a cold day today...wanna just stay in bed?" She gave me a smile, and a tiny kiss.

I put my cheek to her head. She felt warm, too warm, unnaturally warm. But she said she was cold.

"Sasha," I said cautiously, "you might be sick."

Her eyes shot open and she lost most of her mischievous look.

"What? I'm not sick! I feel... I feel fine. Just fine. I can serve you fine today, Theseus. I was...I was kidding about the cold. I'll go wherever, and do whatever you want today. In fact, let's get going right now!" She hopped out of bed just as Sophie came in with Monica. The warm breeze that blew in with them looked like it cut Sasha to the bone, and she shivered. Not good.

"Sasha...going on your previous statement...I order you to stay in bed, and sleep. Or at least rest. Today is your day of rest, gods know that you served me well enough. You need to rest."

"No!" she nearly cried. "I need you! I should be with you, Master Theseus, wherever you go!"

"No." I said firmly. "You are to stay in bed today. I'll try getting some sort of medicine off the boats." I gentled my voice a bit.

"I really love you, Sasha, and I want you to stay safe. So please, for me, stay in bed a day, take a rest. I'll still love you tomorrow."

She seemed disgruntled, but accepted it.

"Fine," she said, her face flushed. "I'll rest. But only for today. And you have to promise me you'll visit me! And not just for food either!

Just because!" Even as she said this, she was slipping back into the woolen blankets, crumpling them together to make them thicker.

"I promise," I replied. I left with Sophie and Monica to experience the new day.

It was definitely not cold, not at all. Even as Helios rose, it was warm, the sweet sea breeze warming us nicely. I especially noticed the way it blew Monica and Sophie's hair sideways, the way they had to brush it out of the way. In a trance, I wondered what Sasha would look like if she was here, the cute, fairy look on her face, the way her long hair would have blown to the side, barely covering her slender body...

Sophie had to ask twice whether I wanted grapes or olives, and, even then, I chose the one I didn't like. We also bought some food for Sasha, and went back to give it to her. She sat up as soon as we walked in, and proclaimed in a loud voice that she was better, but her fever was worse than before, and she seemed a bit...far away. We sometimes had to repeat things that we told her, and she offered no protest when we ordered her to stay in bed.

I paid no attention to where we were going, I was too concerned with Sasha. I was thinking of a desolate life without her smiling face, her sexy body, her naughty little personality...

I didn't notice that we had stopped by the grove of trees, where people tended to go to have sex in "privacy". The true privacy was provided in the rooms in the sex building, but people tended to enjoy showing their love out in the open, or with the semblance of privacy that the trees provided. Sophie and Monica knelt before me, both observing my cock.

"Do you know where he likes it?" Sophie asked.

"Right here!" Monica replied, placing her tongue at the way tip. I did indeed like it right there, shuddering a bit as she played a bit.

"Good!" said Sophie. "Now, give him a handjob. I want to see if you can do it right."

She could definitely do it right. Monica didn't do it quickly and mechanically, like some girls. She first used one hand very deliberately, stroking my cock with perhaps three or four fingers at a time, stopping to play with the top or the base. Then, her other hand joined in, and she pumped up and down massively, bringing me to the brink of pain and orgasm with each pump. Her mouth joined in at the end, drinking the precum and dribbling saliva all over my rock hard cock.

"My turn." Sophie said. Her face was blushed and her clit swollen, and from the drops of lubricant running down her legs, I guessed she had probably been using the drugs again. Well, that was all for the better.

Monica reluctantly popped her mouth off the tip of my cock. Sophie stood in front of me, her chin almost touching my stomach as she looked up. She raised her hands on either side of me.

"Pick me up?"

I did, and slowly lowered her onto my cock. It took a bit of effort, holding her up like that, and feeling her warmth, seeing the blushing face, only made me think of poor Sasha, sick in bed. Still, I couldn't deny Sophie what she wanted, not when she was like this.

We fucked, nice and hard. My shaft entered and left her warm, soft pussy, and I ran my hands up and down her back. She gripped me hard, moaning, her stomach tensing as I brought her pleasure upon pleasure. I bit her sensitive nipple, and she almost screamed. Her whole body seemed sensitive and sensual beyond measure, and she smelled very, very aroused. Her silken hair brushed against my shoulders when she moved her head over me, and we shared a kiss. Behind her, I could barely see Monica vigorously masturbating, eyes locked on us in that sad, puppy gaze she always seemed to have.

I fell to my knees as I came, Sophie squeezing every last drop out of me. I gripped her harder to me, brought her down further, as I shot spurt after spurt into her. She protested none, simply grunted as she tried to accommodate all of me. When I finished, she stood up unsteadily, and cum leaked out of her. Monica shot forward, and began to drink the cum dripping out of Sophie's pussy. Sophie looked at me.

"Mmm...that was good." She smiled brightly.

Somehow, I was reminded of Sasha's impish grin. Somehow, I remembered I had a purpose.

"We need to get medicine for Sasha!" I cried. I ran off toward the docks, toward the merchants, not caring whether my other slaves followed me or not, forgetting that Sophie had the money anyways.

They didn't, thankfully. Sophie brought the money pouch, which was nicely heavy, and Monica followed her like a little sister. I began to ask around the docks, ask the sailors, ask the captains, ask anyone for medicine.

It went by like a blur. None seemed to have any, and they all backed away, as if I was the one who was sick. I offered outrageous prices for anything that even just might make Sasha the tiniest bit better, but none had them. Eventually, I somewhat gave up, and sat at the side of the dock, feet almost touching the water. Monica and Sophie eyed my hard cock hungrily, but I shot them a look. What use was everything if the girl I loved most was sick?

I don't think I would have ever left that deep despair if hope had not been thrown to me. A shadow covered me. I looked up. It was the old, bearded man, whose ship we had saved a few days ago. He looked a bit surreptitious, as if afraid we could get caught.

"Listen, Theseus," he told me, "I do have some...some medicine. But you see, the reason none of the captains bring it here is because it is not allowed, something about Apollo and Eros not getting along, and about the expendability of slaves. But...I've seen you, and I can tell you love your slaves. So I will sell you this medicine, if you are willing to go a tiny bit...out of your way for me."

I heartily agreed, and he sat down next to me. It was probably a bit awkward for him, being the only clothed man among all the nudes, but he took it in stride. At least until Monica interrupted him halfway through his story by pulling apart his toga and stroking his cock. He still continued though. His name was Archimedes, and he was a trader. But the majority of his family was not, and, indeed, his wife and his sons and the majority of the rest of his family ran a farm. Unfortunately, the farm wasn't going so well these days, and he needed money. He had a daughter, who traveled with him on the trips to Eros island, who was able to make friends with the slaves. The problem was, at home, his daughter was quite a bad girl, lazy, weak, and downright snobby at times. He needed money, and his family didn't want to see anymore of the daughter, Tria. It wasn't legal to do such a thing, to sell her to me, but neither was my medicine. What say we make a deal?

I agreed. He took me to his ship to see Tria. I remembered the layout of the ship, from that one fateful trip earlier, and even shivered as I remembered when Jane had been stabbed.

Archimedes went to the captains quarters, opened the door, and called into it "Tria! I've brought some people to show you!"

From inside, came a voice. "I don't want to see them!" It was a voice, filled with vitality. The way she said it would have not better fitted a queen. It was haughty, bossy. Archimedes rolled his eyes at me.

"But they came all this way to see you!"

"I still don't want to see them!"

Archimedes sighed. Quietly, he said to me, "How about you come in with us?" So I did. Tria lay on the cot in the room, aimlessly slamming two wooden toys together in the approximation of a fight. She was around ten, with sandy hair, just developing breasts, and a bald pussy. Her body was nicely slim. Archimedes glared at her when she glanced at us dismissively.

"How many times have I asked you to put on clothes?"

"No one here wears clothes."

"None of the slaves wear clothes. Are you a slave? Do you want to be raped?"

"Seems fun."

The exchange only grew more heated after that. Halfway through an argument about her mother, I decided to cut to the chase. Interrupting Tria halfway through a rant about equality, I said, "Your father, Archimedes, has decided to sell you to me as a slave." Tria cut off and made a choking sound.

"Is this true?" she asked Archimedes. He looked accusingly at me.

"Yes...but..."

"But? But what?" I saw her gearing up for another rant, but then she deflated. I saw a bit of evil in her eyes though. "Fine. I will go. But I warn you, you do not want me as a slave.

Now, have you paid my father yet?" We hadn't, so we decided on a price a bit higher than it should have been, but apparently, it was fine for us, since it didn't even seem to halve the money supply. I also saw a smaller leather bag go from Archimedes to Sophie, who quickly tucked it away in our money bag around her wrist.

"It is done," Archimedes declared. "Now, Tria, go with your new master."

Tria glowered at him, then turned to me and gave me a sweet smile, dripping poison.

"Carry me, master." She put much scorn into that one word. Well, if it was this she wanted, it was this she'd get. Monica and Sophie looked at her like angry cats, and I could visualize them attacking her, pouncing on her...

"Well? Carry her." I told them. They glanced at me, and I gave them a wink. "Be very gentle." I layered my voice with sarcasm.

Tria could barely scream as Sophie and Monica roughly manhandled her, one carrying her ass, the other, her head. They made no move to be gently as they half dragged her out of the boat and down the dock. Archimedes could hardly stop laughing. People stared at me oddly when Tria called for help, but I simply said, "Disobedient slave," and they nodded, as if sympathizing. Some of them called out remedies that made Tria's eyes widen.

I met Pliny on the way back. He raised an eyebrow as he saw Sophie and Monica, each holding one of Tria's legs, drag her across the grass. "Disobedient slave." I shrugged.

"Give her to me for a day," he offered. "I can have her broken quite fast..." Apparently, this was the source of an inside joke for Hannah and him, as they shared a kiss.

"No, I'm good. I think I'll have fun with this one. But, do you have a gag? It's getting annoying to say 'Disobedient slave' over and over again."

He had Katy run and get one as we made small talk. He sympathized with me about Sasha, and approved of my illegal medicine buying ("What's life if you don't do things like that every now and then?"). Katy came back with a leather gag and some cloth, which we forced into Tria's mouth. The way back home wasn't as bad, and we bought some food for us and Sasha, which Tria eyed hungrily. She wouldn't die from one day starvation, we figured.

We arrived back at the house and fed Sasha. She was a bit worse than before, if that was possible. She looked to me with feverish eyes.

"Theseus! My love, you are back! But where are the children? Wait, we don't have children...do we? Theseus, come to me, kiss me!" It was not good. Tria seemed to recognize Sasha, as her eyes widened and she said "Mmmmnnph!"

I went to her and kissed her.

"No, my dear Sasha, we don't have children yet, but I hope we might in the future, Eros willing. No, you are sick, and must take your medicine. Sophie, the medicine?"

She took it out of her bag.

"Four pinches a day, Archimedes said, no more." Monica just looked on, but Tria seemed captivated by Sasha. What had gone on between them? I ungagged her.

"Xing!" she exclaimed. "Xing! What did they do to you?" As if just unfrozen, she rushed to Sasha and cradled her head. Sasha looked up with eyes too bright.

"Tria? Is...is that you?" she locked her eyes on me. "Theseus, quickly! I fear I hallucinate too much! I don't want to live without you..." she seemed on the verge of crying.

"No." I assured her, "Tria is actually here. But you're right, you need to take your medicine now."

I took the bag from Sasha, and took a generous pinch of the white powder inside. "Sasha, open your mouth." She did. I dropped the pinch in. She spat it out, all over her chest.

"Bleh! I can't eat it Theseus! I can't! It tastes too bad!"

"Please, Sasha, for me? For us?" She agreed to try again, but again she spat it out. I tasted a tiny bit myself, and spat it out. It was terrible! It was bitter, and sour, yet burning as well! How was she expected to swallow this?

Monica surprised me by coming forward with an idea.

"Sasha...you like Theseus's cum, right?" Sasha locked feverish eyes with Monica. "Yes...yes I do." I immediately saw where this was going.

"But how are we going to mix it?" I mused aloud. Sasha had an idea.

"Tria still hasn't had sex with you yet, right?" I shook my head no. "Then use her mouth as a mixing vessel, and have her spit it into me. And don't say no, Tria, I know you want me." So that's what kind of girl Tria was.

She looked caught. She looked at Sasha hungrily, then back to me, a bit apprehensive. She finally gave in. "Fine, but it's for Sasha." Tria may have been lesbian (come to think of it, she might be bisexual...) but she was good. She had an interesting tactic, where she screwed her head around the cock while running her tongue up and down. She was probably satisfied with just giving me an amazing blowjob, her blonde-ish hair swaying, but Sasha wasn't.

"Take him in you," she ordered.

Tria looked to her as if she was mad. "But...I've never had something so big! We've used styluses and stuff, but this...this is too much! Please, Sasha, no?"

Sasha was unyielding. "I can take it, and I loved it. Why can't you?"

Tria reluctantly stood up, turned her ass toward me, and bent down, holding onto the bed for support. She glared at me. "This is for Sasha, so you know, not you!"

I didn't care. It was fresh meat. My cock went all the way on the first thrust, and I didn't expect Tria to be as wet as she was. She took as much pleasure as I did from my massive thrusts, and she didn't complain when I kissed her neck and stroked her body. In fact, she seemed lost to it, pushing herself against me, trying to get me deeper, and loving every moment of it. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy.

I felt her orgasm, the muscles pulling on me, trying to force my cum out. I resisted, and pulled out. Tria's legs went out from under her, and she looked at me, yearning, wondering why I pulled out. Then, her personality reasserted itself.

"Right," she muttered, "I didn't like that..." I had no time to argue. She opened her mouth. I pushed my cock forward, and was going to give myself a few strokes, but Sophie stopped me, and did it for me. Her delicate fingers touched me deliciously as she aimed the jets of cum straight into Tria's mouth. It seemed Tria had to try hard not to swallow.

We got a good half mouthful or so. I dropped four large pinches of the powder in, and saw Tria wince when some accidentally got on her tongue. She stuck a finger in her mouth and swirled the white, sticky mixture around a bit.

Then she went to Sasha. Sasha was grinning happily, but no less feverish.

"Mmm...just like the old times, right Tria? Now come on, give me a big, slobbery kiss." Tria's eyes glowed with desire as they shared the most intense, tongue twisting kiss I had ever seen. I saw Sasha's throat move as she swallowed all of the medicine, and it was several minutes before they broke apart. Tria panted hard, as if she had just ran a lot. Sasha licked her lips.

"I'm going to go to sleep now." She announced, and turned over. "I love you Theseus," she added as an afterthought.

"I love you too." I told her. Tria looked scandalized.

"Hmph! Men, what can you know the meaning of love! I bet you just love her cause of her body! I bet you just love her sweet pussy, her tiny asshole! Hmph!"

She hadn't been able to enrage me before, but she did now. The two angry cats were joined by an angry dog, and Tria backed away when she saw she had gone too far. We had just enough sunlight to drag her protesting, apologizing, complaining body over to the bondage house.

We took a random room. Monica and Sophie both got switches. Tria's eyes were panicked, but she also seemed paralyzed.

"P-p-please. I didn't mean it. I'm sure...I'm sure you actually love her." Too late. Monica's switch lashed down on one of Tria's nipples, joined by Sophie's on the other. Tria shrieked in pain.

I'll skip the sobbing, the complaining. I took her anal virginity tonight, breaking her crying body open as I went deep inside her. Monica and Sophie masturbated as they watched me take her like an animal, pumping hard, pumping deep. My cum went deep into her, and I don't think it has come out yet. She was crying, moaning, and yet, I noticed, she had orgasmed, through the tell tale marks of girl cum running down her legs. This time, I really did carry her back, as I didn't want her to be hurt when she walked. She was quiet now, and got into bed next to Sasha.

The other two got into bed on the other side, leaving me a good spot in the middle. Still, I'd rather be holding Sasha like Tria is, holding her close, feeling her warmth, drawing her fever out. Please, let her get better.

Glory to Eros
Theseus