"Don't look now, but "Peppermint Patty" is approaching up the hill at 3 o'clock" Amphrite pointed as Artemis, dressed in her rustic hunting outfit, walked confidently up Mount Olympus, sticking out like a sore thumb dressed in her leather and fur adrift in a sea of silk. Stunningly beautiful, her curvy body never failed to excite any man or woman lucky enough to gaze upon it, but her outfits always seemed out of place when she was with the other Gods and Goddesses. Her ensemble of leather and animal furs paled in comparison to their togas and gowns made of pure gold and hand spun hummingbird silk. Generally, she was avoided by the others on Olympus, and she always made both Amphrite and Persephone quite nervous when she was around since her "tastes" tended to be directed very differently than theirs. Artemis did not care what anyone thought however as she was on a mission.
"I wonder what SHE is doing here?" Persephone asked as Artemis walked right up to both Goddesses.
"Ladies" Artemis asked tensely as she was aware of their feelings towards her and had equal disdain for them, nodding a curt hello. She looked both Goddesses up and down a bit too long for their comfort, making each quite squirmy. "Have you seen Hera?" she asked. Both Amphrite and Persephone shook their heads no and Artemis, never one for small talk, exhaled in irritation and continued on up the hill towards the main palace of Zeus, bumping straight into Dionysius, spilling Nectar all over her powerful and enticing chest soaking the both of them. Soaked in wine her nipples were now quite visible through her drenched fur bra.
Dionysius, hammered so thoroughly he could barely stand up, looked up at her with his eyes half closed, weaving back and forth. "Hey beautiful!" he slurred "Hows abouts a wittle drinksy." obviously flirting with her and waving a full goblet of nectar in her face. Looking slowly her up long beautiful exposed legs finally resting his gaze on the outstandingly beautiful cleavage and erect nipples now revealed through her wet bra, he licked his lips. "Love the leather Cuz! So sexy! I bet it would look even better laying on the floor of my bedroom."
Rolling her eyes back in her head she thought to herself "MEN! Same for Gods as for Mortals, they are all such pigs". Shoving her always horny, drunk and disgusting cousin roughly to the ground she stomped off.
Struggling back to his feet, dizzy, dripping in wine nectar and incredibly smashed he muttered, "Fucking rug munchers are all the same!".
Back on Arcadia Demetrius could do nothing but chuckle internally at the absurdity of his situation. Remembering back to his days in grammar school, he had always learned that deer were herbivores, but his teacher never mentioned their obvious love for the taste of honey. He was no doubt the star attraction at this Venison picnic, and the entire herd was lined up to have a taste. His balls throbbed uncontrollably at the wet sensations assaulting his whole body. One doe was running her tongue greedily up and down the crack of his ass, making sure to snake its full length into every crevice she found, on a desperate mission to dig out more honey.
Two other does were ravenously licking and sucking his twig and berries, their long tongues snaking completely around his balls and licking them both clean. Another mercifully only was licking his face and to his great relief the globs of sweet goo were finally removed from his eyes allowing him to see clearly for the first time in months. Despite being the main dish on their menu, he still was coated in enough honey to keep them continuously occupied for weeks on end. Their oral manipulations over his body added to his erotic torment and he prayed again for the ability to move so he could run away. Each day the visions that had enslaved continued to weaken and he could feel himself glacially coming out of his state of suspended animation. If he concentrated all of his willpower he found he could twitch his right toe and then the next day he could also wiggle his left pinkie. Again he said to himself over and over as he was accidentally tormented and teased by the ravenous herd, "Patience".
Back in the underworld, Hades was again sitting at his desk reviewing his files when a knock was heard on his door. "Come in" he answered. There in front of him was Charon and cowering behind him was the obviously terrified figure of Archimedes, his whole body quivering and shaking in abject horror.
"ARCHIMEDES!" Hades exclaimed. "It is such an honor to finally meet you. I figured I would not get to meet you until Charon brought you across the Styx permanently after your death. Please, have a seat." Archimedes overcome with terror at coming face to face with the God of the Dead, fell to the ground weeping.
"Oh dread lord of the Dead, Fearsome judge of all mortal men, Have mercy on thy humble servant, Thou presence doth task..."
Hades, never one for such groveling, interrupted him. "Stand up Archimedes, and have a seat. You are not in trouble, so please, calm down. I brought you here for a reason, I need to hire you for a special project. So please, enough of the thou art this and Great Lord that routine, just call me Hades, OK?" Archimedes, a slight sensation of relief creeping over him, sat and listened. Spreading out a large blue scroll on his desk, the dark lord began to explain his ideas for his special project. Archimedes, the most intelligent and clever man on earth was very intrigued and never was one to pass up a challenge. Studying the blueprint for a few minutes, he raised his hand. Hades grinned "You have many questions I am sure. Please. What do you need to know from me to have this thing made."
"Well, if I understand your outline correctly, you want the thing to NEVER shut off right?" he asked. Hades nodded. "OK, we will need a power source. And if I understand your design properly, there are some issues relating to keeping the contents eternally lubed, as that will present a unique challenge, and I have some ideas about that, but I definitely can have this thing built." Stammering, and looking down Archimedes struggled to speak his next words "Uh, I have to ask some unpleasant questions to ask your majesty, like, uh, er." he stammered to Hades obvious amusement.
"Budget? I assume you want to know about the budget for this project. Don't you worry about that, we have more than enough funds, don't we Charon?" Hades laughed to the obvious distress and irritation of his skeletal servant. Opening a black box on his desk, Archimedes eyes lit up at the sight of literally billions of Drachmas glinting in the dim light. Hades dipped inside and scooped out a huge handful of the coins pouring them out into a giant pile in front of his desk and said, "This is your fee too by the way, at least your fee in the upper world. Helen, Andromeda, could you come in here please."
Archimedes jaw dropped open in astonishment as the ghosts of the two most beautiful mortal women ever to have lived walked into the room, nearly naked in their transparent gowns barely covering their curvaceous and delectable forms with the thinnest fabric of pure silk. His hungry eyes devoured their beauty, and despite still being absolutely terrified, little Archimedes began to erect his own engineering project in his Toga. "Girls, meet Archimedes. He is going to help me with a project to punish some of these rogue spirits that ran amok last winter." Running over to his chair, they both jumped into his lap and showered him with kisses, instantly causing his toga to darken as he released his seed instantly. "Do a good job Archimedes, and I am sure both girls will be very grateful when you get here for REAL one day."
His face pink in embarrassment at having soiled himself, grinned as he screamed out in a great groan "IT'S A DEAL!!!"
Artemis finally reached the main palace and sat in the front hall waiting to meet her mother. As queen of the Gods, Hera was obviously quite busy, so even her divine daughter had to wait. Finally, after an hour or so, the still beautiful uber MILF Hera strolled out of the throne-room and greeted her. "A bit informal again aren't we Artemis?" Hera scolded as she looked her daughter up and down. Artemis always had had a rocky relationship with her mother as they were so completely different. Hera as usual was the epitome of regal elegance, always bejeweled from head to toe and never seen in public without being spectacularly dressed in the finest dark purple and gold gowns made of the rarest silk woven straight from the harvest of the spiders of Ariadne. Artemis on the other hand never was seen in public without looking like she was either about to go camping or perform yard-work.
Back on Arcadia, Demetrius was relieved to not only be able to see again, having had his eyes cleared from the honey, but finally being able to blink his eyes. Each day the curse of the earlier visions eased up more and more, and the ability to blink was something he had definitely missed. Looking down at himself, he once again was covered in starving deer. Licking and sucking him constantly, the sensations ensured his erection would never waver. Suddenly however, all of the deer stopped and looked towards the woods. Something had spooked them, and they quickly all scattered. Not knowing what had scared them, he glanced up and saw the source of their fear. Into the clearing, standing at least seven feet tall was an enormous black bear. It's claws glinting in the sun, obviously sharp and powerful enough to instantly kill any creature to feel their slash, the beast was a terrible sight. Opening its great mouth, it roared, fangs fully bared in the morning sun. Demetrius was absolutely terrified as it turned its gaze straight at him, helpless, naked and frozen, unable to scream or to run.
In the hall of Zeus, Artemis and her mother Hera chatted as they walked out into the garden. "So" Hera asked, having heard the back story of Demetrius from Artemis "You are POSITIVE he is not a God?"
