Aphrodite's Curse

Demetrius stood on the deck of his ship and smiled as the warm Mediterranean sun slowly heated his naked body. Despite the rapid approach of winter, each day on his southerly journey to Egypt was warmer than the day before and he reveled in this tiny bit of artificial summer. Being naked forever is far more difficult in December than it is in June, and he was quite happy he was heading to Egypt instead of Germany right now. For the first time in decades, Demetrius felt utterly confident that his long ordeal was finally coming to an end and this knowledge filled him with a tremendous sense of inner peace. How could he possibly fail now? With the assistance of the Zeus, King of the Gods, he was absolutely assured success and as he looked at his hand with his newly charged ring he grinned again.

After a long week at sea on the morning of the seventh day he spied the shoreline of Egypt rising up on the horizon. Consulting the scroll of all knowledge, he was guided to anchor his ship on a tiny rocky island approximately 15 miles away from the Nile delta where he could hide his ship while ashore. Dropping anchor, Demetrius dove happily into the waters and began swimming for land, gleeful that his long journey was almost over.

A few hours in to his morning swim he finally stopped paddling and bobbed in the breaking surf while he tread water. Staring in wonder as he prepared to walk ashore, the sights of Egypt tantalized all of his senses as they opened up before him. The stark delineation between the endless brown and desolate desert to the west and the lush green lands of the Nile Delta in the east was both startling and beautiful, like an Emerald gemstone set inside a dull brass ring. Huge limestone temples to the infinite and varied Pantheon of the Egyptian Gods loomed up towards the sky and the great port city of Mendes stretched out for miles in all directions.

Treading water, Demetrius watched in astonishment as an unending line of huge ships from all over the Mediterranean rowed in and out of the bustling port. Never in all of his travels had he seen so much activity and prosperity concentrated into one spot and this city rivaled even the great Babylon. His mouth salivated at the prospect of finally being able to walk among normal human civilization again, even if it had to be while invisible. Twisting his ring, he closed his eyes and began his chant. "Abus Sneum, un pasla felorum, dos dios unta callorum." Instantly, Demetrius felt the familiar tingle throughout his body as his image faded from sight. Now hidden from view, he quickly swam the remaining short distance towards shore before finally wading onto dry land.

Free now from the 15 minute time constraint of his old ring, he was almost giddy as he realized he could walk and explore at leisure now. Since his curse and despite his countless erotic adventures, day to day life was very lonely. Forced perpetual nudity had prevented Demetrius from the simple delightful pleasure of just walking freely down a village street and for the first time in over one hundred years Demetrius strolled leisurely among a throng of other humans. Mendes, the largest port in Egypt and one of the most Cosmopolitan cities on earth was the perfect place for him to explore with his new found gift from Zeus.

Everywhere Demetrius looked were wondrous sights that delighted his eyes. Bright colors were everywhere as banners and tents festooned the wide market squares and the streets were incredibly crowded with eager shoppers. Within just a short time he quickly found out that his invisibility did cause one problem as he was constantly jostled and shoved by people who continued to run into his hidden body. Startled by the sudden jolt, each one looked confused as they hit some unseen force, but shook their heads and continued on. Smiling, Demetrius learned to keep to the side in order to not get run over.

Walking towards the center of the city, his stomach growled as the smells of the marketplace teased his nostrils. Delicacies from all over the world were there for all to buy, and to the alarm of one of the fruit merchants, he suddenly lifted some honeyed figs and quickly ate them, enjoying their sweet succulent juices as he devoured the delicate fruit. The hapless merchant, holding up his Ankh representing the eye of Horus, was utterly convinced that demonic activity had caused his merchandise to begin floating in mid-air and disappear. Mouthing repeated pleas for mercy from the unseen Demon and trembling as he held his ankh in front of his startled face he shook as he uttered numerous prayers of protection. Laughing, Demetrius moved on.

One thing Demetrius also discovered was that the culture of Egypt was far different than his homeland of Greece. Although he was naked under his cloak of invisibility, most of the Egyptians he encountered were also mostly naked, rich and poor alike showing far more skin than was usual in Greece. Men wore simple cloth wraps around their waists while most women were also nearly deliciously nude. Poor women wore simple short dresses of cotton that hugged their bodies tightly while wealthy ladies wore exquisitely thin silk gowns which highlighted every delightful curve of their full rounded womanhood. Status was displayed more through jewelry than clothing as copious poundage of jade and rubies covered the rich while at the lowest end of the social spectrum were lowly slaves who remained completely naked, even in public.

For Demetrius he once again was felt like a starving man trapped at an all you can eat buffet he could never attend. In all directions he saw a feast of dazzling and gorgeous female flesh EVERYWHERE his eyes fell, and the casual nonchalant attitude of the Egyptians towards this nudity impressed him. Seeing two gorgeous female slaves carrying jugs of wine on their head, their full golden brown breasts baked in the merciless Egyptian sun, swinging in time to their sashaying hips, he instantly began to throb. His balls aching and cock completely hard, he was astonished by the fact that such exposed beauty seemed to inspire such little reaction from the visible crowd. Egypt was such a highly stratified society it perfectly mirrored their famous pyramids. Pharaohs were on top and were literal living Gods on earth while at the opposite end of the spectrum were the slaves at the bottom that were not even considered human. They had a status more like furniture or machinery than a servant and as the two nude beauties strode unnoticed through the crowded marketplace, Demetrius decided to take advantage of his invisible state and follow closely behind.

Finding it incredibly difficult to concentrate as he followed he was hypnotized by the beautiful full asses, so tantalizingly close, yet so far away. It would turn out that his decision to follow these girls was a stroke of good luck. Demetrius knew from the scroll that Europa was held inside the temple of Ammon Ra far upriver in Luxor. Even in his invisible state, it was going to be tricky to get to Luxor much less gain access to the temple. As luck would have it, listening to the girlish chatter of the two slaves he found out that the princess Sethoset, daughter of the Pharaoh and High Priestess of the temple, was coming to Mendes that day on one of her legendary shopping sprees.

Famed throughout Egypt for both her extreme beauty and her even more extreme extravagance, every merchant in the city quivered in glee as they knew their coffers would be much fuller after she left. Notorious for her insane love of almost comic levels of luxury, prices in every merchant's stall had been hiked to their most eye watering gouging levels as she approached. The two gorgeous girls Demetrius had been following all morning were owned by just such a merchant and they had been sent to his warehouse to retrieve more cheap crappy wine to try and sell to Sethoset.

Arriving back in the shop, Demetrius smiled as he slipped inside through the tight low door and felt the smooth skin of one of the girls accidentally brush against his cock. Not realizing what she had just felt, the girl giggled at the unexpected sensation as his cockhead tickled her left ass cheek. Watching and listening, he learned much as the merchant worked furiously to prepare to make his fortune off of the Pharaoh's daughter.

Princess Sethoset was coming to town today specifically to purchase slaves, wine, spices and all of the latest beauty products from the Far East. His mind raging with visions of his future riches, greed was leading to haste as he grew more and more frenzied pulling out inventory to sell. When one of the poor slave girls accidentally dropped an especially cheap bottle of wine in the rush, the enraged merchant raised his hand to strike her. To his great alarm the merchant found he could not lower his arm as it was frozen in place by some unseen force.

Demetrius, angry but keeping his head, held the furious merchants forearm in his hands and thus prevented any physical abuse to come to the two girls he had followed all morning. He wanted to throttle the fucker, but decided against it, only wanting to prevent violence. Hearing the golden horns announce the arrival of the royal ship approaching the city, the merchant stopped struggling against his invisible attacker and once released by Demetrius he hurried outside. Opening the door, the two slave girls and Demetrius followed close behind.

Demetrius's invisible mouth fell open as he looked south down the Nile towards the trumpets. There, slowly sailing up the river was the immense barge of the Princess and a more luxurious vessel has never existed on earth before or since. Huge pink billowing sails of pure silk hung from the rigging and one hundred beautiful slaves operated cedar wood oars rowing through the swift moving water. The ship was not made of wood, but was carved entirely from pure white alabaster. As the rays of the bright morning sun reflected off of the bow, the ship disappeared from sight as it was obscured by a blinding white glow. Demetrius was somewhat of an expert on luxury vessels as he had enjoyed the use of Amphrite's ship but even the supernatural boat he had been given as a gift was like a single seater dinghy compared to the monstrosity sailing into port.

As the royal barge approached, thick heavy scents of sandalwood, frankincense and Jasmine filled the air. Looking around at the crowds on the dock, every man woman and child now lay face down on the ground in complete subjugation. Sethoset was the Pharaoh's daughter and thus not merely royal but semi-divine. To look directly at her beauty was a capital offense and many an unfortunate teenage boy found himself either beheaded or sold into slavery just for simply stealing a glance. Seeing the groveling masses around him, all chanting praise to Ammon Ra and a host of other Gods, Demetrius was especially glad he was invisible now. He longed to see for himself the woman who inspired such abject submission and worship.

As the ship now docked, large red silken ropes were thrown onto the docks. Unthinking, Demetrius stroked himself slowly as he saw the gorgeous naked servants of the Princess disembark and tie off the ropes. Each one even more gloriously beautiful than the next as their full shapely hips shook and heavy breasts swung in the morning air, they made preparations for the Princess. He alone among the people of Mendes was witnessing this glorious sight as all others cowered in submission with every nose hugging the ground.

The entourage that came off that ship was incredible. Trumpeters, Priestesses, and incense bearers all marched off while singing loud praises to Sethoset.

"Oh Glorious and beautiful Goddess of the Dawn! Oh Merciful and Omniscient Daughter of the Moon! Have Mercy on we lowly worms on earth and lower yourself to grace us with your presence!" they sang as harpists and trumpets blared through the morning air and all citizens of Mendes joined the song.

Fascinated by the display Demetrius was gobsmacked when he finally lay eyes on the object of such devotion. As the Princess walked down the plank, ten beautiful slaves coated the ground with hundreds of rose pedals so that her feet would not touch the earth. On either side of Sethoset walked four girls who swung huge golden sensors with sweet burning fragrant herbs. The perpetual cloud of wondrous odors was so thick that all other smells were masked by their heavy smoke. As the Princess stepped onto the dock, Demetrius could see that her famous beauty was not understated.

Tall and curvy, her long black hair curled around her full breasts and cascaded down her back. Her gown shimmered in the morning light and appeared to be constantly changing color. Woven from the silk of millions of spiders, each strand meticulously tied to each other, the iridescent qualities of the silk cast a rainbow of colors as she walked. Shimmering, terrifically short and very tight fitting, each delicious curve of her body was clearly displayed through her magical garment. Her feet, legs and arms were bare, with the exception of the thousands of gemstones that hung from every appendage. Each toe was ringed with rubies, emeralds and diamonds and around her neck she wore a large necklace of pearl, sapphires and Jade. Looking at her it was apparent that the wealth of centuries hung from her body and all glinted and shimmered in the sun as she prowled like a cat through the street. Demetrius, like every other man, was completely entranced by this vision once he saw her but unlike them, he could view her fully without fear of discovery.

As she strode through the market, a female scribe walked behind her with a large scroll while another held an enormous sack of golden coins. If the Princess paused and looked at an object for more than an instant, the scribe quickly wrote it down in her records while her partner tossed a small velvet purse to the merchant. Any lucky shop owner who received this purse would be delighted to find that within was usually more money than he would ever have made in a lifetime of toil. So extravagant was the Princess that entire city economies could rise or fall depending on her mood that day. Watching in amazement, Demetrius choked as the parade stopped before the shop, the thick scented clouds surrounding her making it difficult to breathe.

Looking down at the wine jugs the princess paused and smirked. "Hmmph! Obviously this crap is of low quality!" she joked to one of the flower slaves. "I mean, just look at those pitiful containers!!! As if our divine lips would pollute our person touching such discolored and low rent glass. Have them destroyed, they displease me!"

Laying prone on the ground, the merchant felt his heart sink as he heard his inventory begin to be smashed. Once the princess had mocked his store, her naked servants leapt into action, taking sticks and rocks, each began to ravage the store in a surprising display of fury. The tinkling sounds of broken glass and shattering wood adding to his despair, the next words from the Princess turned it all around and caused his hopes to soar.

"Yet!" she called out, holding her hand up to indicate that the destructive rampage should pause. "He does obviously have fair taste in slaves. These two are exquisite! Obviously flesh of fine breeding. Have him send these two over to the slave pens, as we will most definitely buy them." Demetrius listened intently and heard a sigh of joy emerge from the merchant at his feet as two bulging purses were tossed onto his back representing more money than he would ever make again. Sadly, he also heard equally sad noises come from the two lovelies who were quickly brought to their knees and shackled. Wrists chained to a collar around their necks they now were unable to lower their hands and they wept softly as they were led away by several other equally naked and beautiful slaves. Following closely behind was Demetrius, his heart aching at their distress, but puzzled by their grief. "Surely being a slave to the royal court would be a much better fate than belonging to this abusive wine merchant?" he thought to himself as they all walked towards the main slave market in the center of town.

As Demetrius followed the slave girls and their equally lovely guards to the auction block, the Princess and her entourage continued on their odd path of pointless destruction and irresponsible extravagance without them. Reaching the slave market, Demetrius was curious that not a single man was being sold that day, only women, and all quite beautiful women at that. Seeing them all lined up to the left of the stage, all were gorgeous and his denied and invisible cock throbbed helplessly as he ravaged each with his gaze.

He would learn from listening to the two newly sold women that the Princess would never allow a man as her servant as she remained a virgin. As of yet, none of the hundreds of suitors sent by various kings throughout the ancient world had met her discriminating tastes and if one thing was true, it was that Princess Sethoset never indulged in anything that was not perfectly suited to her tastes. Because of her own self-imposed chastity, her slaves were also removed from any possible carnal relief as her palace and surroundings remained one hundred percent "man free" and this was the cause of the slave girls despair.

Sethoset had very expensive and sophisticated if not downright decadent appetites. Only wine of the finest quality and aged to absolute perfection would ever pass her lips. Only food of the most exquisite rarity and prepared by the finest chefs in the land would ever fill her stomach. Only jewels and silks of the most luxurious and expensive variety and obtained at the most extreme cost and difficulty would clothe her flesh and this persnickety and demanding personality made her unable to become aroused by any man who did not live up to her idea of perfection. It would take a male of Godlike qualities to unlock her frozen honeycave and she expected that her servants would remain unsexed as long as she did.

Reaching the main market, the two girls were herded into a pen to await loading onto the barge after the auction was complete. Sneaking in behind them before the door could close shut was a smiling Demetrius, quite proud of his clever scheme. Happy beyond words he continued to smile as he realized that the journey to Luxor would be not only be quite easy but would be a veritable erotic smorgasbord for his eyes even if he could not act upon his natural urges. His plan was to simply slip on board when the Princess and her lovely cargo departed and he would enjoy a quite delicious, lazy journey up river surrounded by hundreds of naked, horny and beautiful slave girls. Imagining the delightful possibilities of being surrounded by such loveliness while invisible caused his face to ache as he was grinning so hard. The delights he felt were in store for him almost seemed like a nice consolation prize to being unable to release his boiling seed.

As the day went on, Demetrius saw one beautiful slave after another shackled, inspected and accepted or rejected, and despite the erotic thrill of watching the spectacle, he felt guilty witnessing such shameful events. The Princess and her entourage certainly spared no expense as it appeared that after their shopping spree there would not be a good looking female slave left in all of Egypt. Naked and helpless, each woman was ordered to step forward and squat so that her body could be inspected for flaws. Her whole sex widely exposed, Demetrius could not help but stroke himself as each girl had her body stroked and caressed by equally lovely guards, all looking to make sure that the breasts were full or her vagina was in good working order. Seeing the girls so shamefully exposed, poked and prodded made him insanely hard and almost dizzy from so much blood being directed away from his brain and towards his helpless desperate member. At the same time it made him ashamed. Ashamed of not only his base urges becoming aroused by the humiliation of these women, he was even more ashamed of his powerlessness to help them. Any movement or attempt to rescue these girls would expose him and would be a fruitless endeavor. Despite his shame, he could not stop watching the continued parade of nude female flesh for the rest of the day.